#But Idk... It's just been me and my machine. And I can't see it being any other way

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[horny-marbles]

I would love to see your headcanons for who's the most to least likely to sub for their partner! Whatever characters of your choice <3

hii!! this was honestly so fun to write :P these lowkey are kind of like a scenario split into hcs, idk why but that's just how my brain decided to go about it lol.

they're in order from most to least likely to sub :P also the prompt i worked with as a base for these is basically the reader bringing it up to them while in a relationship. i found it worked better than just writing who would do it voluntarily (because they wouldn't i'm afraid 💀). also also, gn partner!

enjoy!! <3

Creepypasta Submissive Headcanons (NSFW)

CW: dom/sub dynamics, a bit of brat taming?, degradation, a bit of bondage, spit, orgasm control/edging, dubcon at the end, oral (giving and receiving for both the characters and the reader), slight mention of trauma but nothing explicit

BEN Drowned

모 sex with him is generally you centric because he's always geeked off that grass and uses that as an excuse to be lazy and lay back while you ride his face and use his dick—he gets off anyway, so might as well let you do the work under the pretense of "Yeah babe you can use me, empowerment or whatever."

모 so when you bring up domming him, he doesn't even think twice about it. goes into it thinking it's just regular sex but on steroids. not because he's blind to what it means—he's been inside the internet, he's seen shit—but because it's you. and what will you do.

모 there would be a tiny brat-dom dynamic by default because, yeah he's down for whatever you bring up, but he cannot take it fully seriously. kind of difficult to do that when you're baked like a pastry.

모 you want him to address you with a superior nickname? "yes ma'am/sir/master" but he's rolling his eyes and sporting a shit eating grin the entire time because he thinks it's comical.

모 you demand that he doesn't jerk off unless you tell him to? definitely does it when he's nose deep between your legs just to see what you do about it. "What?? It's muscle memory babe, don't pretend it's not hot."

모 genuinely huffing and puffing if you tied his hands behind his back and edged him as punishment. talking shit up until the point he's twitching and rutting in the air when you stop touching him. then it's:

"Holy shit, OKAY I'm sorry, fuck, I'm sorry, just— babe-master, I'm getting dick cramps, come on,"

모 refuses to beg for about 10 seconds total. the moment you tease him again, "Ohhh my fucking god, please fuck me, please, I can't take this anymore, PLEASE make me cum".

모 balls deep inside you and choking on mindless thanks, making these broken, indignant whines if you told him to slow down.

모 all in all, however, he would be into it more than he expected. it doesn't become default freaky time because he does not have that kind of energy, but when it happens again, he'd lay off the brattiness.

모 aftercare is basically non-existent. he doesn't need it, he would just spark up again and hop on the game, but if you felt like you needed it, it would be more quality time than cuddles.

Toby Rodgers

𓌏 he's lowkey a closeted switch disguised as a feral fuck machine so when you bring it up he gets lowkey defensive, he feels CLOCKED.

𓌏 "What, s-so I don't fuh-fuck you good? That it?" "Is this a con-control thing? You want a-an excuse t-to bully me?" full 7 stages of grief like huh?

𓌏 eventually agrees grudgingly which, in other words, means he was fiending for this shit forever but he never surpassed preteen emotional maturity. so, coming to terms with being bossed around was a project in erosion (thanks Slender).

𓌏 he's acting like a stray dog at first, defenses up so high that you have to break character and remind him it's still just you and if he doesn't like something he can just tell you. didn't even establish a safe word because you thought this was going to fail from the start.

𓌏 it takes approximately 5 minutes of you easing him into it with gentle authority assertion until he melts and starts begging, just like that. you're half-way into calling him a good boy for making eye contact when you asked, and he's already whining.

𓌏 you specifically avoid degradation because you don't wanna push it. however, "Are you gonna be a good boy and stay still while I suck you off?" is exactly the moment where the puzzle pieces fall into place for him.

𓌏 "Yes, I'll— f-fuck I'll be the b-best fucking slut f-for you, please," oh okay. i thought we were— alright??

𓌏 barely a decent slut for you, canNOT stay still, but he tries. kind of. hips thrusting up too excitedly, cockhead ramming so hard in the back of your throat that you basically feel the bruise forming in real time. "S-shit, fuck, I'm sorry— I-I'm sorry, it's a t-tic, please d-don't stop." lies.

𓌏 quickly discovers he likes begging with his mouth full. your fingers, your underwear, you, anything. choking on messy “pl-please, c’n I cum, I’ll be g-good, I swear", so needy you would confuse his pleas for the begging of his victims.

𓌏 hot take or not, slight mommy/daddy kink. obvious reasons.

𓌏 so obnoxiously loud when you start degrading him. "You're that much of a worthless mutt? You can't even take what I give you and you're expecting me to let you cum?" groaning, whining, eyes glassy and mouth snarling like he's in pain, voice cracking when you have a hand around his throat, or a foot on his chest.

𓌏 when you finally let him cum, he sobs actual tears. voice breaking and wheezing from how begging in guttural groans scratched his throat the entire time. spit dripping down his neck from the gash in his cheek. whole body convulsing and tics flaring up like crazy. you can barely even hear the thanks he whispers breathlessly.

𓌏 so quick to clean his cum out of you if you asked.

𓌏 aftercare consists of him completely limp on top of you while you detangle his sweaty hair, muttering little praises in his ear, which he petulantly grunts away like you didn't just reduce him to whimpering mush.

Eyeless Jack

⚉ he's a predator by nature, so subbing isn't exactly something that's ever crossed his mind. but the thing with Jack is, he doesn't just do relationships. if you're partners, you're really fucking special to him, and by proxy he would jump into it just because he's devoted. so, your answer would be a short, certain "...Alright."

⚉ he's surprisingly a very good sport about it. the second you put your hand on his chest and push him down, he goes easy. obedient. no passive aggressiveness, no brattiness, no "I could flip this on you so quick". he just watches you from where he's propped up on his elbows with this unreadable expression like he's waiting for you to take him apart and it doesn’t even bruise his pride.

⚉ doesn’t beg, doesn’t whimper, doesn’t plead. but the second you tell him to stay still and open his mouth, he does. you’ll straddle his chest and he just tilts his head back, mouth parting obediently, waiting for your fingers, your taste, anything.

⚉ he'll sit and take whatever you give him, answers everything with short, respectful answers like it's something sacred. "You like being used, big boy?" "Yes, ma'am/sir." the only sign he’s into it is how fucking hard he gets from just serving you.

⚉ at one point you slap his hand away when he tries to jerk off without permission and he just freezes. like a dog being told to stay. stares at you with wide sockets and says, “...Apologies.” voice low, like it’s actually sincere.

⚉ takes edging mostly unphased, only grunting when you stop to watch his leaking cock twitch helplessly on his stomach. the restraint is borderline terrifying. HOWEVER, by the 5th, 6th time, he's panting, thighs shaking, hips thrusting in the air purely out of instinct.

⚉ you tie his wrists behind his back just for fun, and the moment you straddle him, his whole body tenses like a loaded weapon. he doesn't dare move until you tell him to. when you finally lean back and put your hands on his knees for leverage while riding him—bouncing, relentless—he jerks his hands against the ties, teeth bared in a hiss.

⚉ doesn't need praise, didn't react to it the entire time, but the moment you start huffing out little "so big, so obedient, such a good fucking toy for me" while he's balls deep inside you, his chest ruptures with a growl.

⚉ the only real, shaken reaction you'll get out of him is when you give him permission to cum. chokes on a growl, snarls "yes, fuck yes, yes—" through gritted teeth and starts pistoning into you from below.

⚉ doesn't need aftercare, but he just lays there with you like he’s resting after a blood ritual. no words. no movement. you curl into him and he shifts just enough to wrap an arm around your waist. breathes in slow, reverent, like he’d let you kill him if you wanted.

Brian Thomas

☹ bringing it up to him in a conversation would go south quickly. sex with him generally feels impersonal and more like a vessel for frustration, regardless of how long you have been together. letting his guard down is off the table.

☹ unless you manage to sneak it into the rare instance where he's allowing himself to relax just enough to soften a bit. where he kisses you slowly while stroking your back under the covers and his body succumbs to your gentleness, instead of crashing his mouth into yours with clenched teeth and shoving his hand in your underwear like fucking you as urgently as possible would take the weight off his shoulders.

☹ starting slow would be the best course of action. gently guiding his face to the side to drag your lips down his neck, feeling him through his shirt while whispering into his skin. "Relax, let me take care of you", "Let me take these off, baby", "Lift your hips for me."

☹ looks at you with these wary eyes and parted lips like he's so torn. but he lets you. lets you undress him, lets you get on top of him to kiss down his chest, down his stomach. lets you lick up his shaft instead of grabbing your hair and guiding you to take him in your mouth right off the bat. even fights himself to keep still and not rush you when you start teasing him.

☹ "So good for me, baby" while stroking from the base up and licking around his tip? he whimpers. genuine, meek, like that's enough to crack him open.

☹ hands will eventually fly to your hair on instinct. you'll grab his wrists and set them down back at his sides, not forcing them down but just holding your hands over them to remind. he wouldn't squirm, but he would tense. and "be a good boy for me and i'll give you what you want, okay?" is enough to get him biting his lip and breathe harder.

☹ the more you give, the more he gives back like it's natural. you take him deeper, relax your throat and let his cock slide down slowly, he groans so deep you can barely hear the "fffuck yes, thank you," but it's there. small and new and unsure, but coming out without resistance.

☹ praise, for anything and everything, and he melts into a puddle of breathy moans and shaking thighs. "Look at you, you look so fucking good on your knees for me" and his eyes would roll back in a muffled whine.

☹ surprisingly self controlled when you tell him just how to fuck you, but he's panting in your ear like it's painful not to pound into you when you keep him moving slowly. "F-fuck, you're so tight, please, just a bit... just— let me fuck you proper, please."

☹ does NOT take edging easily. crumbling by the second time he starts getting close, bucking up into your hand and sweating bullets.

☹ looks damaged when you let him cum. eyes wide, brows pinched together tightly, mouth wide open and slack and nothing coming out, like you punched the air out of his lungs.

☹ aftercare is silent and sticky with tight hugs and noses buried in each other's shoulders. won't say it out loud in a million years, but it felt cathartic.

Tim Wright

⦻ takes a LOT of convincing, a lot of reasoning, you even almost resort to making a google slideshow for him. however, it's clear from the get go he's not fully opposed to it with the way he's smirking every time you start your "hear me out" rant. he just wants to watch you reason with him just to fuck with you a little. mind games™

⦻ agrees EVENTUALLY. and he's deceptively composed when he gets on his knees for you. deceptive little grin when you spread your legs and pull him in. something's wrong.

⦻ "Tim." "What?? I'm on my knees, no? Ain't you supposed to call me a good boy?" before he dives in with his entire mouth right away. latches on and sucks like he's trying to prove something.

⦻ "Hm? Easier? Should've specified." "Maybe you should get rougher with me so I listen. C'mon, you wanted this, do I have to teach you?"

⦻ you do get rougher. yank him off you by the hair, hold him there and jerk his head while you scold him. he just looks up at you with low eyes and a sharp, toothy grin, like he's completely unphased by the sting but loving you getting riled up.

⦻ makes a show of jacking off after you specifically demanded that he doesn't, moaning a little extra when you slap his hand off his dick. "Shit, yeah, punish me baby, I've been sooo bad. Maybe you should tie me up too."

⦻ ends up cuffed for maybe 5 minutes while you alternate between fisting his cock and slapping it, before he somehow he ends up out of the restraint—maybe he slipped his hands out because you didn't want to be cruel by tying them too tight and giving him rope burn on his wrists, maybe he just undid the knot while you were focused on keeping him on the edge. either way, you end up yanked on top of him mid "petulant fucking manwhore".

⦻ "Come on, is that it? You're giving up that easy?" gives you no chance whatsoever to stop him from shoving inside you from below. it quickly morphs into thrashing for who fucks who, half him sloppily thrusting into you, half you wrapping both hands around his neck and bouncing on his dick while snarling.

⦻ a mess of spit. yours in his mouth, his on your chest, wetting the sheets, somehow in your hair. he looks like he's thriving while you're genuinely frustrated that he flipped it on you.

⦻ "Tim, come on—!" "Come on? Oh, you want me to cum on you? Fuck, ain't you gonna make me beg for it first?" mockery on 100% even though his voice is shaking by the unforgiving way he just slams into you, just challenging you to keep talking, keep trying, keep failing.

⦻ ruined orgasm. you haul yourself up right when he's starting to grunt low and breathless in his throat, over and over like he does when he's close. actually gasps when he starts pulsating and throbbing angry spurts on his own stomach, cock spasming frustrated and his expression so shocked, like you were the traitor.

⦻ no aftercare, only because he's moping that it felt like shit. you're so proud, and underneath all that huffing and puffing, he is too. silently.

Jeff the Killer

꒷꒦ ...right.

꒷꒦ so, you bring it up to him one night, soft and careful and fully aware of how stupid of an idea this is. hands cold, eyes on the floor, voice so meek and shaky he actually goes "HUH?" 3 times before you actually spit it out.

"Have you, um... thought about, like... letting me be the one in charge...? Like, when we fuck?" instant regret.

꒷꒦ he barks at you. genuinely cackling, eyes bugging a little extra, like that was just so hilarious. you're already backpedaling because you know you should've just kept this in the vault and jerked off to it in private instead.

"You wanna dom me? Hilarious babe, fucking hysterical."

꒷꒦ flips it so fucking fast, you don't even have time to open your mouth before he's on you. hand on your throat so tight you can feel your pulse in your temples, eyes sharp and manic and pinning you down. "You wanna sit on my dick and boss me around? Are you out of your fucking mind, bitch?"

꒷꒦ shoves you down at his feet so you fall face down next to his shoes. yanks you up by the hair and slams his crotch into your face, keeping you there until you're clawing at his legs for air. fucks your throat raw like he's trying to shut you up forever, pinches your nose when you start choking as if to punish you for even conjuring up the thought of flipping the dynamic. "Dominant little whore can't take a fucking blowjob?"

꒷꒦ fucks you like he's correcting you, no prep, no lube (unless you count the spit from your mouth already on his dick). ass up, face pushed in the pillows by his foot on the back of your head.

꒷꒦ "You need to have the stupid fucked outta you? Huh? Say you're stupid. Say 'that was the stupidest shit I done ever said in my life'." "I'm— I'm sorry, I—" "Say it or I'll fucking beat it out of you."

꒷꒦ you do not bring it up again. or maybe you do.

[pearlzier]

────⠀ BULL RIDIN' w/ COWBOY!MATT.

NOTES ,, idk this is kind of pwp but with a little plot ??? LMFAO cowboy!matt my dearest.... uhhh minors dont interact !!! this. is smutty n stuff 😞 ive seen so much negativity n its makin me so ☹️ like. please be nice to eachother idk bro its not hard.. ANYWAY ENOUGH YAP FROM ME let me know if u wanna be on the taglist <3

matt's obsessed with how you look perched up atop that mechanical bull, straddling it so prettily. his eyes rake over you as he leans against the railing surrounding where the bull is. it feels oddly intimate to him, seeing the way your thighs squeeze against the sides of the machine, how you have to hold on tight to stop yourself from being thrown up—inadvertently causing your tits to bounce beneath the soft cotton of your shirt. which in turn, has his eyes locked to the area for a moment before he snaps out of it.

he's sure every other guy in the roadhouse is staring at you, getting the same ideas that he is. you look perfect up there—having the absolute time of your life. even the guys beside him as he looks up at you are getting their fill, as much as it makes him wanna throttle them, he keeps himself at bay so that you can simply enjoy yourself tonight. and besides, he's the only one your eyes are on in the first place. with every buck of the bull beneath you, you're glancing up at matt as if to say 'look at me!'

it has a smile settling on his face, practically plastered on as he looks up at you, his arms folded against the railing with his chin resting against them. when he can, he gives you the occasional wave, just wishing to see that beaming smile adorn your own face like it is for him. as much as he's lovin' seeing you ride, he glances over at the worker controlling the bull to see when it's time for you to hop off, and well, time for him to get his hands on you.

quite honestly, he zones out just looking at you, in thought—he's only snapped out of it when he hears the patrons all erupt in applause, your turn on the bull coming to an end. before he even knows it, you're practically running at him and throwing yourself into his arms. "woah, hey there," a breathless laugh escapes him at the sight of you all giddy, and he easily wraps his arms around your middle.

"it was so good, i felt so tall—" you're beaming, clinging to him as if he's your lifeline. with your arms thrown around his neck, your body presses up against his. he groans at the close contact, having to loosen you a little to adjust his jeans so you don't feel the gradual tenting against you. "it was so fun, i wanna go again, 'n' again, m'tellin' you," it felt almost empowering in a way, all those people looking up at you ane clapping, cheering, whistling for you.

most important part was him, though. this has easily been the most fun you've had in weeks, months, maybe even years. the ranch couldn't compare to this, not at all. "yeah, had fun, baby?" he smiles softly, drawing you in closer with his hands running up and down your back. occasionally they dip lower and cup at the curve of your ass, thumbs stroking over the denim material idly.

"so much fun," you agreed, practically burying yourself into him. you're so damn pretty, he's weak. you looked so nice like this, but you'd look so much nicer riding something else, huh? he's reeling at the thought, eyes fluttering over your figure silently for a moment before he looks up at you again, not wanting to get caught with his thoughts. "that's good, darlin'," matt agrees quietly, a little distracted by the sight of you.

"you're so pretty, y'know that?" he can't help himself, his hand on your ass squeezing gently before he slides it up to your jean clad thigh, squeezing as well as he holds onto it. whilst he feels up your thigh, his free hand that stayed on your waist slides up under your shirt. the warmth of your skin makes him groan under his breath, his eyes lifting to yours. "just a little doll, ain't you?"

matt does this a lot—get all touchy and loving on you, and even so, you never get used to it. it always has your skin growing warm, eyes even dilating a little. "you're jus' flatterin' me. you do this with every pretty girl?" matt scoffs at your words. being cooped up in that farmhouse of yours made you sassy, watchin' all that television. he loved it, though, how you fired back with him.

"no, ma'am," he smiled gently, drawing you closer. "jus' sayin'.. you looked real nice up on that there bull," leaning in, he let his nose brush against the crook of your neck for a moment. the feel of his warm breath against your skin has you shivering however instinctively leaning into his touch. matt hums quietly, the urge to find some quiet area of the roadhouse and really give you a ride growing more and more each moment. "you're good at ridin', hm?"

"mhm," you hum in return, your lips parting with a soft sound as he squeezes all over your body. you can practically feel him hardening against your thighs, and he draws you closer once more. although, his gaze flutters up and around the bar for a bit. he looks back at you, biting his tongue for a second. "how 'bout," he starts, "you test out those skills for me? gotta put 'em to good use so you don't get rusty, darlin'."

"we wouldn't want that, would we?" a warmth floods through you as you speak, your eyes darting up to his. a lazy smirk crawls its way over matt's lips and he easily hooks his arm around your waist again. his hand slides into the back pocket of your jeans, curling over your ass as he draws you close and over to a quiet, partioned part of the bar. "mm, no, we wouldn't," he coos.

glancing around for a minute, he checks to see whether the coast is clear before he sits himself down. leaning back against booth, he glances up at you, watching how you stand there with your hands on your hips. "baby, you gonna stand there or come get to work?" matt muses, patting his thighs for a minute before he starts undoing the buttons and zip of his jeans.

"don't tell me what to do," you watch for a moment as he undoes his jeans, the way he easily rolls them down his thighs. he notices, his smirk widening a little. "but baby," matt croons, his head tilting to the side a little bit. "you like when i tell you what to do," and he's right, yeah. you really do. you're already unzipping your own jeans, pushing them down your thighs, and then off your body completely to give you room to move around.

"that's it," matt mumbles, eyes raking over you. the sight of you in just your panties and that pretty top has him groaning m, his hand sliding down to palm himself over his boxers for a moment. his tongue darts out to wet his bottom lip, jerking his chin in his direction with his free hand held out for you to come sit yourself down. "c'mere," his voice holds an almost whiny quality to it, his blue eyes lifting up to yours instinctively.

"m'comin'," you murmur quickly, glancing up at him. those blue eyes of his quite honestly make you weak. making your way over, you stand between his spread legs for a moment. this gives him room to shimmy off his boxers a little, freeing his aching, throbbing cock with precum oozing from the tip. he quickly moves his hand to stroke himself, getting himself ready to line up against your entrance and push inside you. he'd been waiting for this for a good hour or so now, honestly.

matt's hand stays lazily pumping his cock, but his other hand slides over to your hips and squeezes for a moment, before he draws you closer. it moves over the curve of your thigh, grasping at the meat of it and easing one leg over his hip, then he moves the other one to do the same. "you alright? still want this?"

"just—" you roll your eyes at his words, reaching a hand down to push your panties to the side a little. a little gasp escapes you at the feel of the different air against your wet folds, and matt scoffs in amusement at your reaction. if you could make such a pretty sound because of that, he knew your sounds would be even prettier when he had you riding him to high heaven.

you stare at matt for a minute, seeing the scoff, and you shake your head before you scoot so you're lined up with his tip. matt watches you intently, his eyes locked on the sight of you so pliant yet headstrong above him. he leans back against the booth, hands grasping at your soft thighs, grip tightening instantly when you ease yourself down on him. "fuck," it takes everything he has to not start bucking up into you already, but he knows he has to take his time and let you adjust.

"so tight around me already, sweetheart," being atop of that mechnical bull had already given you some real good friction if you were being completely honest, so you were wet enough for him to just ease inside without much resistance. your hands instinctively lift up to his shoulders, steadying yourself as you sink down. he's so warm, so close, his hands squeezing at your thighs tightly. "there we go.." when you're finally settled, he shuts his eyes for a minute, the feeling of being buried deep inside you making his heart race.

"open your eyes, please?" you love looking at his face when you lift your hips up and down, bringing yourself off him just to the tip before you slam back down on him again. he can't say no to you, not at all, so when you ask him to, his eyes open again. they're a little hazy, dilated from the intoxication of being beneath you. "mmh," you hum, taking the look of his eyes and just the way he's holding onto you as a sign to go ahead and start moving.

slowly but surely, you lift your hips up with the help of your thighs, and his hands, till your almost off him before you drop back down again. a throaty sound slips from past his lips, almost a whine. "look so good on top of me like this," he pants, drawing you even closer as you start to gain a pace that both of you like. you just let out the prettiest sounds as his cock drags against your walls, your thighs trembling a little with every bounce that you make.

feeling as though you don't need much of his help to gain rhythm, he lets go of your thighs and lifts his hands to your chest, palming your tits through the soft fabric of your top. "can't forget these, huh?" he muses, words shaky as his hips slowly start to thrust up to meet your motions. all of it has you whining above him, pretty little sounds escaping you with every one of his and your own movements. "ca—can't forget about those," you agree breathily, lifting a hand to move over top his as he runs his fingers over your nipples idly. "matt, oh my—"

it's a lot—the difference in how full you feel when he's buried in you to the hilt, and how you feel when you're lifted off him, god, it's stark, and yeah, every downward thrust has you crying out in soft moans whereas every upwards movement has you whining for more. "so greedy for me, aren't you," matt tuts, smiling gently at the sight of you looking so pretty and breathless, so needy. his hands find their way back to your hips again and he squeezes, taking that opportunity to start thrusting his hips upwards a little harder. his page picks up, your thighs shaking at the building pressure.

"that's all you needed, hm?" one of his hands slips down between your legs, beneath your panties, and his thumb starts working at your clit to get you over the edge. he draws firm circles around the bundle of nerves, his eyes lifting up to yours once more whilst he simultaneously pounds his hips up against yours. "making me feel so good, baby." but he'd get you there first, he'd make sure of it. you're practically soaking him, especially when that knot of pleasure bursts and you feel that familiar bliss wash over you.

it was a combination of his hips snapping up against yours and his thumb circling your clit, plus just the proximity of his body against yours and his eyes meeting yours on occasion that had you coming undone. "that's it, makin' a right mess on my cock," he coos, easing his thumb off your clit as to not overstimulate you and slowly sliding his hands back to your thighs to draw you a little closer. "just a little bit more, darlin'. you can take it, can't you? just a bit more for me?"

"just a little," you mumble in agreement, arms slowly wrapping around his neck as that fuzzy, warm feeling takes over a little. this is familiar in the best way, the rhythmic movement of his hips, his cock pushing in and out of you at a firm but easy pace. the wet sounds of skin against skin, it has you whining against him and practically holding onto his flannel for dear life.

he grunts low under his breath, "ain't gonna last long with you squeezin' the life outta' me like that," you can feel his thighs tense beneath you, his grip on your hips tightening as his thrusts start to stutter a little. his head tilts back and he lets out a guttural growl, eyes squeezing shut the moment he starts painting your insides white with his cum, his grip on you tightening impossibly so as he rides the waves of pleasure. "fuck," he wraps his arms around your waist, drawing you closer.

it's so warm, everything's so warm, the feeling of his release oozing down the insides of your thighs as he holds you there. a soft moan escapes you, your head nuzzling into his neck. his eyes flutter open after a minute, gaze meeting yours in an instant. had you made a mess? yeah, definitely, but was this completely worth it? a hundred percent. "swear you're turnin' into my very own cowgirl with skills like that," his words come out breathy, and an airy laugh of your own slips past your lips.

"might have to go ridin' again, actually," one of the things he loved most about you: your insatiability. you never really do get enough of him, huh?

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[luveline]

idk if you would write for this I checked your guidelines and wasn’t sure but I would LOVE a pregnancy scare with Aaron (May be reader is younger than him?)! And she’s just panicked bc he’s older and already has a kid and etc and the test can be pos or neg totally up to you!

thank you for requesting! 1.3k, fem (possibly) pregnant!reader

cw reader's and hotch's attitude towards pregnancy is mostly positive

Your period is twelve days late. 

That is not a small amount of time. 

You don't notice it at first, and when you do you figure it's a few extra days without an irksome pain, a balm to soothe the ache of your absent boyfriend and a hard job, but when Aaron comes home from a case and you still haven't started your period, the panic begins to set in. 

You have a hard time keeping things from him for obvious reasons. His being a human lie detector felt fascinating when you first met, but now it's making things worse. You would've liked some time to yourself for denial, only he can always tell when something is wrong, though it's clear to you he's not sure exactly what it is. He'll realise eventually, you know. 

"Let's go to the store," he suggests, his hand flirting with the back of your neck. "You always feel better after a sweet treat." 

You've been to the store today, unbeknownst to him, for some emotional support chocolates and a small box you'd rather not think about. You'd hoped that he might get called away to give you time to open it, but without him you're not sure you have the strength. 

You hadn't expected to feel this way. You want desperately to tell him, but you're just so, so scared. 

"I don't feel like going anywhere." 

He hums as his hand moves to your shoulder, squeezing a loving path down to your hand. Jack bangs a toy down in his bedroom across the way, and the washing machine spinning from the utility closet sounds louder than it ever has before, like a rocket about to erupt. You don't know what it is that gets you, but suddenly you're overwhelmed, a confession stuck in the back of your throat as Aaron meets your panicked gaze. 

"What's wrong?" he asks. "Here, honey, sit down." 

He guides you to a kitchen chair. 

"What's wrong?" he asks again, bending at the waist. 

Your head rushes with white noise for a second. You wet your chapped lips with the tip of your tongue; you've missed your period, but it isn't that alone that scares you. Perhaps in an instance of a psychosomatic symptom, you feel weird, other. Something has changed. And you're starting to feel sick. 

"Aaron, I don't know what to do," you say. 

His eyes widen with an expression you don't often see. "Has something happened?" 

It's so, so hard to say. "I think I've messed up." 

"Not in any way I can't fix." 

"Maybe I have," you say miserably, panic hot behind your eyes. 

He shakes his head. "You haven't. I swear you haven't. Please, tell me what's wrong before I have a heart attack." 

You can't say it while he's looking at you, and when you do it's hardly audible. "I think I'm pregnant," you breathe. 

Aaron pauses. You can't even raise your head, anxiety its own heartbeat and nausea rising fast. You let out a gasp you'd held in and try to calm down, even while every little part of you worries about what he's going to say. 

You don't know if you want to be pregnant, or have a baby, but you know it would probably break your heart just a touch if Aaron didn't want to have one with you. You're not sure why. And Jack is a beautiful kid but he's growing up. Aaron isn't young. 

"How sure are you?" he asks, tone completely measured. 

"I… I feel it," you say. "I know that's stupid… 'N my period is really late, nearly two weeks now." 

"You feel it?" 

"I feel sick." Your elbows on your thighs and the backs of your hands pressed to your eyes, you curl in on yourself. "I'm so scared." 

"You're scared?" Hands on your forearms. Aaron gets down on his knees in front of your chair and rubs fondness into your skin, his voice a soothing, familiar comfort as he says, "Sweetheart, you have nothing to be scared of. Don't be scared. I'm right here." 

Tears like a shock, relief and horror mixed into one. "I'm so stupid, I haven't even taken the test yet, I don't know why I'm acting this way." 

"We all react differently to foreign situations than how we might imagine. What's important now is that you take a breath, because otherwise you'll panic." 

While you're afraid of what he's thinking, you trust him implicitly. "Okay." 

"Okay," he says, pulling your hands away from your face. "Just breathe, honey." 

He's more patient than you knew another person could be. He wipes your straggling tears with his hand without a word, his breath coming in even inhales and exhales for you to follow. The small spike of panic swiftly melds to plain old tears. You're embarrassed. You're unhappy. You and Aaron certainly weren't trying for this occasion. 

"What are you scared of?" he asks eventually. 

"Of you. Of what you're thinking, and– and what if I– I mean, what if I'm pregnant?" you ask, as though pregnant is a new word. When you said it at first, you'd meant, what if we end up having a baby together? But now you're more inclined to think about the process itself. What if you're physically pregnant? 

"Well, you have absolutely no reason to be scared of me. I love you." Aaron puts his hand just under your ear, his thumb to your cheek. "Whatever happens. Nothing else matters to me besides you." 

"Because you want a baby," you say unhappily. 

"Who says I don't?" He smiles at you softly. "I think we should've had this conversation a long time ago, but the long and short of it is that I love you. I love you and I'll do what you need me to." 

"I figured you'd be done having babies," you say, still hesitant. 

"Evidently not." He laughs, and you laugh back and he acts like you've hung the moon. "If you're scared of being pregnant, maybe you should take the test before you wind yourself up, hm?" 

"I guess I'm acting pretty silly, huh?" you ask, sniffling and wiping your eyes, the two of you caught in breathy laughter again. 

"Hormonal, maybe," he says. "Don't be scared. I don't want you to be scared." 

"What do you want?" you ask. 

"I just want you to stop crying. It's not right…" He strokes your damp cheek. "If I'm honest? If you take that test, and you aren't pregnant, or if you don't want to have a baby," —his face is calm, a small smile playing on his lips— "then I don't want you to, either." 

"But if I am?" you ask. 

"Then I will be so, so happy, because it's you." 

A missed period isn't necessarily indicative of pregnancy, and you could be freshly pregnant or four whole weeks and the test could still come out negative. Maybe your weird feeling is indigestion. Whatever happens, you really believe that the man in front of you is here for whatever answer you find. 

"I love you."

"I love you, too," he says, bone deep sincerity turned to something lighter, fondly teasing as he lifts himself up and hugs you close. "You know that." 

You let him hold you for a little while, calming down, looking at the positives and all your options. "You think Jack would be happy?" 

"He'd love a brother or sister… eventually." 

You wipe your tears and runny nose in his shirt and he does you the generosity of pretending not to notice. If you are going to have anyone's baby, you'd want it to be his. 

[phantomcomet]

Still on my mad mechanical engineering Anakin kick and ended up falling into a Back to the Future au/fusion.

Basically, Anakin is twenty-something attending college for engineering and spending the rest of his time in Obi-Wan's garage. Obi-Wan is mid forties and they're an unlikely set of best friends that bonded over a mutual love of motorcycles. Obi-Wan pretty much just lets Anakin have free reign of his garage, which Anakin has turned into a workshop of horrors and ill advised inventions.

Anyway, Anakin makes a motorcycle into a time machine and ends up back in 1995, where meets young twenty something Obi-Wan. (Present Obi-Wan is pretty much OWK era, picturing Shallow Graves Ewan for 1995 verison. This fic takes place in the nebulous year of 2015ish lol.)

Anyway, Anakin immediately attaches himself to this young verison of his best friend. His Obi-Wan doesn't talk much about his twenties, though Anakin has picked up on three facts: Obi-Wan's adoptive father, Qui-Gon, died in 1995 in a freak accident, Obi-Wan dropped out of college (or passed on his dream career opportunity) due to grief, and lost the love of his life in rapid sucession.

Anakin's Obi-Wan just has this deep, endless well of sadness in him, a quiet depression that Anakin can't touch or ease. So the second Anakin gets stuck in 1995, he's dead set on sparing his best friend from the worst year of his life.

Idk how close of a fusion this is, probably pretty loose, but the idea of Qui-Gon hitting Anakin with his car amuses me to no end. Obi-Wan hears Qui-Gon pull into the garage and call out for him to come here. Obi-Wan, so uses to Qui-Gon bringing home injured animals, dying plants, and particularly sad looking curb furniture, comes in with his, "what pathetic lifeform have you brought home this time?" And then Qui-Gon opens the backdoor and out spills a bloody and semi-concious 20something.

After a bit of, "what the fuck, you should have taken him to the hospital, what were you thinking??" Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon carry Anakin into the house to patch him up and tuck him into bed. (The pull out couch.)

Anakin wakes up later, hears Obi-Wan, and goes, "oh, thank god. It was all a weird as shit dream." And then the lamp flicks on and he sees his best friend twenty hears younger and punches him in the face in some freak fight reaction.

This does not warm Obi-Wan to him. Thus proceeds Anakin trailing him like a sad puppy, trying to fix his life before it can fall apart. Obi-Wan is going, "who the fuck is this guy?" and cannot shake him. He starts wondering if this dude has been stalking him, because he knows way too much shit about him for a guy he's never met before.

I only have a couple scenes in mind. Namely one where Anakin catches Obi-Wan smoking and has a, "older you is Such a hypocrite, he gave me so much shit until I quit" moment.

They also bond over Obi-Wan's motorcycle, which Qui-Gon passed down to him. (Anakin recongizes it because 2015 Obi-Wan still has it, almkst enshrined and never touched. Anakin has always wanted to ride it, but it's one of the few things his Obi-Wan has denied him.) Anakin fixes it for Obi-Wan and they go on a ride together. (Sexual tension included.)

Probably a scene with Obi-Wan admitting that he's torn on taking this big opportunity or not. He's conflicted about leaving Qui-Gon behind.

Another bit isAnakin being convinced that Obi-Wan's friend/neighbor/ex girlfriend Satine is his lost love and even though it's killing him inside, he's trying to hook them up. (He's been suppressing feelings for 2015 Obi-Wan and seeing 95 Obi-Wan being so open and cheerful and flirty is driving him insane.) There's no high scholl prom to crash, but I'll take either a fancy country club event, a raging kegger, or some fanch dinner party. Eitherway it ends with Obi-Wan kissing Anakin and telling him to shut the fuck up about Satine.

Obi-Wan has been developing this fascination and mutual obsession for Anakin, who is the strangest person he's ever met. Anakin immediately thinks he's fucking up Obi-Wan's life even more.

Anakin does prevent Qui-Gon's death but the ramifications of altering the timeline start hitting him. By this point Obi-Wan knows about the time travel. (The feelings are mutual and they might have slept together by this point.) Absolute angstfest of Anakin having to return to 2015 before he does irreparable damage to the timeline or gets himself erased from existence. Obi-Wan isn't willing to risk his life, not matter how painful the parting is. (Being out of time might be physically killing Anakin. The very universe is rejecting him.)

Anyway Anakin returns to 2015 and immediately goes to find His Obi-Wan. He immediately notices the differences in the house/garage. His key still works though. He sees pictures on the walls that weren't there before, Obi-Wan's depression den filled with evidence of a happy life. Anakin is thrilled that things seemed to have gone better for him- but here's also this deep terror that in this world, they never met and became friends.

Obi-Wan comes in Anakin freezes up, staring at him wide-eyed, not daring to breathe. Obi-Wan asks if everything is alright, noting that he's there rather early in the morning.

Anakin blinks it relief and goes, "we're still friends?"

"Of course we're friends, dear heart. Is everything alright?"

Anakin is tearing up and just launching himself into his arms.

"I missed you so much." Anakin was in 1995 for weeks and even though he was with Obi-Wan, he missed His Obi-Wan. He missed his best friend.

Anyway Obi-Wan has the realization that Anakin just got back. He's been waiting 20 years for this moment, to reunite with the Anakin that left in 1995. Very emotional reunion sex commences.

[yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt]

Rewatching Season 1 of Arcane with my Season 2 knowledge and here's my commentary so far:

These children were giving SUCH Siblings. Not just Vi and Powder (although they were closer) but Claggor and Milo, whacking each other upside the head, bullying each other, protecting each other, being silly little kids. They deserved to all be brothers and sisters. They deserved to grow up together. I'm glad in the Alt Timeline it seems like Powder's relationship with her brothers really got stronger and they got to be a proper family, (with both Dadco and Dadnder to boot) it just sucks that Vi couldn't be a part of it :(

Viktor was kinda serving cunt with his finger tattoos and bracelets, although I found it interesting/weird that he had neither a limp nor his purple machine herald skin. I could see if being eaten by the magic and spat out fucking. Somewhere in the universe would return him to his original body, but then he should have had his limp, and if it didn't, he would have still had an augmented appearance. I get that he was likely from a different universe, but I think his disability is a part of him thematically and would be consistent across universes (at least ones where he would become a mage) idk. I guess including either feature would be an obvious giveaway for that spoiler, once Viktor and his limp were introduced, or once his hand turned purple towards the end of S1. And as powerful as he was, he probably could have conjured up a disguise so Jayce wouldn't be able to identify him later on, so it's a moot point ig just thought it was interesting

I forgot Silco had a bald cat. Probably because the bald cat is immediately killed. Take notes, anyone who is working on Domestic Vanco Everything Is Fine AU (me), they have a bald cat.

Silco is also much more sympathetic after having watched Season 2. Just knowing that if he had gotten Vander's apology, they would have worked on the nation of Zaun together again and created a truly beautiful thriving society like they always dreamed, like we see in S2 (which I strongly believe would not have been possible if not for Silco joining back up with Vander) is heartbreaking. He was a fucked up old twink but he really wanted to create something better.

Also it looks like Silco was injecting drugs into his eye even before shimmer was finalized??? Questionable. Was it not shimmer? Was it something else? Am I missing something? Whack. What this ALSO implies is that, well, we see in the alternate universe that his eye just looks like a normal injured/blind eye, but it's also implied that Alt. Universe events were largely the same up until Vi's heist went wrong. This means that Silco, in the AU, WAS shooting up dangerous untested drugs into his eyeball, and at some point, decided to stop after reuniting with Vander. Accepting his trauma, moving on from the pain? My Zaundads heart can't take it.

[jjmbbg]

"Healing the inner child"

cw: dean winchester x gn!reader, childhood mentioned, u making dean smile, just dean's birthday!!

tw: j*hn winchester mentioned 👹

an: i've never been to an amusement park, so idk what the fuck happens there lmao

(pics from pinterest)

Dean was never a normal kid. He always wanted to live things other kids lived, like eating ice cream with dad and Sam at a park, or even better, go to an amusement park. I always saw the tremendous machines when John drove along the road next to places like this, flashy with all their bright colors and music playing in the distance.

He casually mentioned it to you, in one of those moments where he drops the randomest/saddest part of his "lore", and you weren't in shock. You never met the father of your boyfriend, but with all the things you heard from him you hated the man's guts with your whole life.

"Where are we going exactly?" Dean asked, his tone playful.

"You'll see" you replied as you drove, matching his playfulness.

"Well... it's not like I can see much with this blindfold on" he chuckled, his laugh filling your heart in unimaginable ways.

"Good, good, because it's a surprise" you chuckled, drumming your fingers on the steering wheel.

"As long as you don't destroy my car, everything is fine" he teased, rubbing a hand over his face, discreetly trying to move the blindfold a little.

"Hey! Don't!" you swatted his hand smiling. "Don't try to get a peak, silly. You're in good hands"

Dean nodded, drumming his fingers on his lap at the rhythm of the music. With your peripheral vision, you could see a small smile on Dean's mouth, making you smile even more. One hand snaked towards his, intertwining flngers, lifting his hand to kiss his knuckles, his cheeks picking some color, a light shade of pink.

"You're gonna like this" you promised, waiting in anticipation for Dean's reaction.

"Then I can't wait" Dean replied, that pretty smile of his adorning his face.

You kept driving for another hour, chatting Dean up —mostly to make sure he hadn't fallen asleep— and sang a few songs together during the remainder of the trip. When you arrived at your destination, you turned off the car engine and smiled, patting his knee.

"We're here" you told him, unbuckling your seatbelt as he did the same.

"Yeah? Can I take this off then?" Dean pointed at the blindfold, smirking.

"Nope, not yet. Just wait up" you giggled stepping out of the car and circled it. You opened his door and gently pulled him by the hands, helping him to get outside of the vehicle.

As he stepped out of the car, the sound of children's laughter, music and the aroma of junk food reached his ears and nose, raising his curiosity.

"Where are we?" he questioned when you closed the door and locked the car. You guided him lots of steps forward, giggling every once in a while. "You gonna answer to me?" he teased.

"Shh" you poked his side playfully. When you had gone far enough, you squeezed his arm smiling. "Take it off" you instructed, eyes shining with love and that anticipation that was being built for a couple of hours inside of you.

Dean removed the blindfold, arranging his hair in passing, his eyes adjusting to the sunrays that reached his face. He blinked slowly until his eyes focused on the huge door of the enclosure in front of you two.

It was an amusement park.

He looked at you confused, then back at the place, and again at you.

"Why are we here?" Dean raised an eyebrow, smiling amused. "Do we have a case or something like that?"

You chuckled and shook your head, caressing his bicep above his jacket. "None of that, silly. I brought you here to have fun!" you pointed out, nudging his side.

And oh, God... the sparkle in his eyes and incredulous smile was one of the best things you could have ever seen. He looked at you, almost like he couldn't believe it.

"Are you serious?" he asked with soft voice, but you knew beneath his relaxed and smiley surface, he was jumping like a dog in a park or like a kid in a candy store.

"More serious than ever" you replied, walking inside the place with your arm linked with his. "You said you've never been to an amusement park, so I started searching the internet until I found this one, and here we are. C'mon, c'mon, we have a lot to see!"

You entered the place, your eyes following Dean's movements and expressions, enamored by the fascination on his face; he had that childish look on his eyes that melted your heart.

You took him on almost every ride and attraction, memorizing every cute expression on his face, every laugh, every time he closed his eyes while riding a ride with sudden movements, every time he squeezed your hand, every kiss he gave you... they were the things that stayed deeper in your brain.

Now, with dusk falling, the sunlight marking his features as he ate a burger, you patted his knee. "We have two things left" you told him, stealing with your other hand a french fry from the little basket, your half-eaten burger next to the fries.

"As long as it's not eating cotton candy again, I'm in" he said, cleaning his mouth and smirking. "I swear that thing will make me throw up again"

"No, no, this is more... relaxed" you wiggled your eyebrows, clapping your hands on his forearm rhythmically. "You done?" you asked, leaning your head on your hand, smiling widely.

"Mhm" Dean hummed, giving you the last french fry that was left in the basket in your mouth. "Now, what else you have planned for us?"

"Follow me" you instructed, standing up from the chair and squeezed his shoulders. "C'mooon"

The hunter chuckled, standing up and letting you pull him by the hand among the people walking around. He was smiling widely, the idea of being in an amusement park sticking to his head, and it was a better experience knowing he was sharing it with you.

After dragging him around for a while, you stood up next to a photo booth and pointed it at him smiling. "C'mon"

"Huh? Why?" he raised an eyebrow, poking your side with his fingers, making you squirm.

"Cut it out!" you said, swatting his hands away playfully. "C'mon, I wanna have a memory of this day and a piece of paper with our faces certainly plays its role. Pleeeease"

Dean sighed heavily, pretending to be against the idea, but then scooped you in his arms and walked inside the photo booth, both of you sitting in the small place. After paying, the poses were really a dilemma, between kisses and hugs, you two in the photos certainly looked blurry, but that gave it a bit of magic.

Now, with pictures in your and his wallet, you guided him to the final attraction. The Ferris wheel had the peculiar characteristic of being the one with the most lights and the most people in line. The wait was a bit tedious, but it was worth it when you got on, enjoying the slow ride.

You linked your arm with his, leaning your head on his shoulder, Dean unconsciously leaning his on yours.

"Why did you bring me here?" he asked softly, eyes fixed on the sky as his hand squeezed your thigh.

"Because everyone deserves a little cotton candy" you replied matching his tone of voice. He chuckled at that comment, shaking his head to look at you on the eye. "And... and because I wanted to see that pretty smile of yours"

"Do you, huh?" Dean raised an eyebrow, eyes filled with love and gratitude, heart beating faster.

"Of course. For you, anything"

Dean pulled back from you and looked down at your face, before cupping your cheek gently and plant a kiss on your lips, savoring the sweetness of your mouth.

"Happy birthday, Dean" you whispered breaking the kiss for a few seconds, making him smile before kissing you again.

[11queensupreme11]

How do the gods feel about Percy being an 'It Girl'? Idk, every time I think of her, i just imagine all the popular girls from high school 😭

omg i gotta talk about this in detail forgive me 😂😂

you know those tiktok stories ppl post about their glow ups? like they'd show pics of them when they were kids or in middle school, to how they look now in high school/collage/working adult????

THAT'S PERCY!!!!!

percy canonically was seen as a loser in the earlier books. she was constantly shuffled around boarding schools, which are EXPENSIVE btw, and in my fic the explanation for that is that these schools willingly took percy in with free tuition/lowered tuition because of how HORRIBLE her record is, and they wanted to take her in in hopes they could "improve" her and make their school look better cuz "hey we took this criminal poor child in and we made her a stellar student! we're so much better than the other schools, so give us donations and send ur kids to us because we actually work!" and that obviously just... never happened lol 💀

BUT ANYWAY, those schools are expensive and usually filled with wealthy kids from wealthy families, and they can CLEARLY tell percy isn't one of them. maybe because she's always wearing the same shoes, or she can't afford to get another uniform so she's always got the same crummy one with rips or stains they couldn't get out or "hey i saw percy and her mom walking to the laundromat, they're so poor they don't even have their own washing and drying machine haha!", or "guys i saw percy working at the macy's parade! hahaha, she's so poor she's gotta work during summer break!", etc.

like EVERYONE always knew her as that kid with no money and no dad who's always committing crimes ("hey isn't that jackson girl a terrorist?!"), she's a loser with barely any friends, and the friends she DOES make are losers too (grover and tyson were always looked down on, and in my fic she attends the di angelo's school, and they were looked down on too).

so imagine seeing that kid grow up into her teens and then get hit with the biggest glow up you've ever seen (cuz her face claim's adriana lima) 😂😂😂😂 i think her life started getting better around the time she she started attending goode high (a regular high school, not for elites like her previous school, so no one there knows her aside from her "crimes" on tv). and it's not just the glow up too, she's also a little more outgoing and confident in herself, more comfortable in her skin, etc. she's got a glow up inside AND outside. like imagine strolling around ur school and a girl who looks like a victoria's secret super model just walks by and she NOTICES you and just waves and says "oh hi! 👋😄"

percy has always been seen as a poor loser, but then high school happened and BAM she's now suddenly the most popular girl in school 🥺 she probably has a lot of mortal friends too. so not only is she popular in the demigod/godly world, but also popular in the mortal world (her high school, i mean lol). she's on the swim team, she's the ✨it girl✨ she probably got a ton of juniors or seniors trying to ask her out to prom/homecoming and shit despite being a freshman/sophomore 😂 and because she's got so many friends from school, she most DEFINITELY spent a lot of her free time hanging out with them, like just shopping in new york, going to skate parks, walking around the city, etc. (and with her demigod friends too ofc if they're in new york at the time). her insta, tiktok, and twitter's probably FULL of pics/vids of her just hanging out and being social 😂 she's the girl that's everywhere but home, always out and doing shit 😭

okay okay, i rambled too much im sorry, i just really love talking about percy being an ✨it girl✨ everywhere she goes

but anyways... the yanderes...... WOULD FUCKING HATE IT 😂

poseidon and beelzebub are the biggest introverts EVER. the thought of going out and touching grass would actually give them psychic damage 😂

poseidon's so lucky he was never in sally's position because he wouldn't be able to handle it. his daughter is everywhere BUT HOME 😭😭😭 like pls go home already child, stop hanging out with people, what do you mean you're at a SLEEPOVER RIGHT NOW? NO, COME HOME. do you even know the ppl you're talking to? YOU JUST MET THEM???? DON'T TALK TO STRANGERS, IDC IF THEY'RE COMPLIMENTING UR OUTFIT 😭😭😭 poor percy, in ror verse her life of excitement's gone, no going around hanging out with friends and doing random shit, she's got an overbearing dad now 😭

beelzebub's screaming, crying, throwing up, dramatically sliding his back down the door and everything 😭 going to midgard with percy was already hard enough for him, he literally had to handcuff her because she just WOULDN'T. STAY. STILL. and everyone kept staring at her and everything (remember when he read the mind of that one taxi cab driver and he lost his shit 😂). percy ALWAYS wants to go outside and he can't fucking take that shit, but he loves her so he takes her out anyway and it kills him every time 😭😭 BECAUSE EVERYONE ALWAYS WANTS TO TALK TO HER, AND SHE NEVER DOES ANYTHING ABOUT IT like sweetie..... stranger danger 😭

hades would be crying internally like "pls.... stay home.... just stay home pls 😭". he's glad his niece is so well-liked, she deserves to be adored by everyone!!! but maybe... maybe this is just a lil too much popularity... 😭 he'd burst into tears from the sight of her social media accounts alone, she's always out and about and rarely home, always with different ppl. it's so shocking to him cuz he's more comfortable hanging out with ppl he's close to like family and stuff, what do you mean percy's got different friend groups and she's always hanging out with them, what do you mean she's in hundreds of group chats in various texting apps, what do you mean seniors were asking her out to dances, STAY AWAY *HISSSSSS*

APOLLO WOULD BE SO HYPOCRITICAL 😂 he is ALSO a very popular god who's very extroverted and outgoing but holy shit would he meet his match in percy and he starts to see the downsides to such popularity 😂 he's soooooo glad that all of percy's old friends are universes away, but if that starts happening again in THIS universe he'd be on his hands and knees begging her to stay home and stop hanging out with ppl 😭 he now understands why poseidon kept her in the palace, cuz once she's out, she's going EVERYWHERE and meeting EVERYONE and nothing's gonna send her back home unless they drag her 😂

anubis is extroverted af so he definitely understands!!!!!!! jk. he'd be fine with it for the first few 24 hours, then everyone starts to become a threat to him because they keep stealing percy's attention. he'd be like "can't you stay home 🥺 pretty please 🥺🥺🥺 kebechet and i miss you so much 🥺🥺🥺 ur rarely home nowadays 🥺🥺🥺" and he and kebi would work together to guilt her into spending more time with them, and it would work 💀💀💀

loki would make the fatal mistake of taking her around valhalla and meeting other gods and shit, and then immediately regret it once he realizes that he's got a super sociable ✨it girl✨ in his hands who easily befriends everyone she meets 💀 he'd probably try to horde her in the palace, but that doesn't work cuz now she's helping servants out with the cooking and cleaning, having tea parties with odin, petting huginn and muninn, doing thor's hair, hanging out with the valkyries, etc. into the basement she goes, i guess! 😭😭😭

cú chulainn 1000% also understands what it's like to be popular. i'm pretty sure all of ireland knew him; ladies loved the dude and men feared and hated his ass cuz he either killed someone they cared about or fucked their wives and daughters 💀 so yes he definitely understands, but karma strikes him and it strikes him BADLY because percy is absolutely gonna be 100000000% more popular than him. like, he takes her out and looks away from her for ONE SECOND, and she's suddenly got 61341 friends already, half of which are probably in love with her or some shit 😭 hell, she'd probably unknowingly steal the hearts of the girls who crushed on him and all those dudes who hated his ass? yeah now they forgot about him cuz "wow who's the pretty girl next to him?? 😳😳" he'd be so stressed fr, he can't take her ANYWHERE cuz they all WANT HER. deserved karma if you ask me 💀

[atinywhore]

stuffed

pairing: jongho x (fem) reader

word count: 2250

genre: spicy spice :)

warnings: soft dom jongho, biting, lots of praise, fingering, size kink, sorry not sorry, but yo can't convince me that jongho doesn't have a thick cock so, low-key breeding but he just likes to fuck her raw idk what kinda kink you call that (psa: use a fucking condom bitches), uber romantic to lol I feel like he's such a softy, gets off when you come, I think that's all.

an: this is the first fanfic I wrote since returning from my hiatus so it took me a little to get back into the writing and rediscover my own writing style! So I hope you enjoy and please interact and give this lots of love! Happy Turkey day whores ;)

taglist: @mingigoo @ravenjoongie @wickeddarkness-place @whatudowhennooneseesyou @teezers99 @mirror-juliet

The boys love to celebrate American holidays with you. Every year you have fireworks and hot dogs on July 4th, and you always host a thanksgiving day meal. This year is no different. It’s a three day prep event for you and you can’t forget the cooking still needed the day of! Just to say it, it's a stressful but very rewarding day to be able to have a nice meal with the people you love most in the world. They always try to schedule events and showcases around the actual day of thanksgiving so they can celebrate with you. Last year they couldn’t and it really made you upset. It was the first time in three years that you weren’t able to celebrate your favorite holiday with anyone. They saw how upset it made you and they were determined to make it up to you this year, especially your boyfriend Jongho. He took the days leading up to the holiday off of practice for their next comeback to help you prepare the food. 

It was the day of thanksgiving now and despite the help from Jongho, you still were behind. You appreciated his help so much and you knew why he was doing it, but you had to go back and fix the stuff that you assigned him. Most of the time he just sat on the other side of the island and just watched as you moved around the kitchen. 

“Baby can you help me with the turkey.” You asked without looking up from the stuffing you were preparing. 

“Mmm” he replied standing up. You looked up to give him a smile to show your appreciation, but when you looked up you paused all your movements. This happens often. Ever since you two started dating. Jongho’s presence is so big. His shoulders are twice the size as your own and his biceps are almost as big as your head. From the moment you saw him you were attracted instantly. He loves to remind you how big he is and how small you are, especially in the bedroom. Sex with Jongho is very romantic and tender, with a hint of kink. He loves being on top, entrapping you beneath his thick, muscular body. He’ll lean down and speak hot things into my ear to make my orgasm that more intense. You can feel your face warm and your pussy grows slick with excitement. You try to look away before Jongho can see, but I know he knows what I'm thinking about. We haven’t had sex in over a week because his schedule has been keeping him in the studio all day and late into the night, and there was  a huge project that you needed to get done before you could start the thanksgiving prep. 

“What do you need me to do baby?” Jongho says as he steps behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and places a quick kiss on my neck. You can't help but giggle and instinctively push your ass into his groin. He lets out a little moan into your neck. Before you can get swept up into what's about to happen you kinda push him off of and turn to face him.

“Can you please turkey from the other counter. It’s too heavy for me to lift baby.” He nods and you give him a quick kiss on the lips as a thanks. Turning back to the counter you remember the potatoes that have been on the mixer and rush over to turn the machine off. Lifting the top of the mixer up and removing the mixing attachment you lick some of the potatoes off to make sure the seasonings are right. The butter and salt coats your tongue and you can’t help but moan a little at the taste. You feel a familiar presence behind you once more. 

“Taste good?” Jongho whispers in your ear. His voice sends a shiver down your spine and jolts of electricity straight to your pussy. Your knees go wobbly but his grip on your waist keeps you grounded. 

“Jongho..” You attempt to protest, but it’s weak. 

“Yes, baby?” He says peppering kisses down your neck and onto your shoulder. His hands smooth up your torso and one stops at your breast to tease your nipple beneath the dress and apron you are wearing. His other hand moves up to your neck moving your head to rest on his shoulder so he can have better access to your weak spot. 

“I need to f-finish.” You manage to get out as he sucks on the sensitive part of your neck

“Oh yeah baby? Finish what?” 

“The m-meal. The turkey n-needs to be st-tuffed.” 

“I think you need to be stuffed, not the turkey baby.”

You can’t help but give in to him. Your body continues to sink into his embrace and before you know it you feel your ass rubbing against his thick cock straining beneath his jeans. He continues to suck and leave marks all along your neck and when you reach back and caress his cock, he growls and bites your neck at the contact. You can’t help but let out a gasp. 

“Fuck baby. I need you now.” He says, as he turns you around and throws you over his shoulder. He easily walks the two of you toward the bedroom. In this position the skirt of your dress is bunched up slightly toward your hips exposing your pussy to the cold air of the room, you shiver at the sensation. You start to squirm in anticipation. While keeping your locked on his shoulder Jongho flips your dress the rest of the way up and uses his thumb to tease your entrance. 

“Someone is wet for me.” He says continuing to play around with your pussy. Jongho shifts his head to the closest part of your thigh and bites it hard. You squeal and moan at the pain. He kisses your new mark before tossing you onto your bed. “The things i’m going to do to you (y/n).” He stands at the end of the bed looking down on you and the only thought that is going through your mind is, big. His wide form casts a shadow over you and you can’t help but shiver at the form before you. He lets out a frustrated sigh before he grabs the collar of his hoodie and pulls it off in one smooth move. He pauses with the sleeves of the hoodie still on his forearms, the material gathered at his middle covering his bare stomach. His broad and muscular chest is now exposed revealing the deep heaving breaths, you realize your own breathing matches his. He is pointing daggers at you with his stare, it's so intense and pointed that you swear your heart skips a beat. His eyes shut slightly as his head tilts left and right, the movement accompanied with the popping of his neck joints. He lets out a moan and his usually big eyes, now half lidded, are pointed at me once more. He removes his arms from his hoodie sleeves and his full torso is now bare. He doesn’t have a full set of abs, but the area is muscular nonetheless. His hands now reach for the button of his jeans but he makes no move to unbutton himself.

“Why is my girl still dressed?” He asks with a shit eating grin lighting up his heated features. He extends his strong hands to help you to your knees. Your shaky hands make a move to undo the bow tying the apron to your figure, but you can’t seem to get the thin straps to budge. You look back up at him to see his arms crossed, making his shoulders look that much broader and stronger than he already does. 

“Need some help baby?” You nod still not able to find your voice, lost in the fog of arousal. He pulls you to your feet, keeping one arm around your waist and the other makes quick work of ripping the fabric off your body, leaving you in your favorite black dress. He turns you around and slowly unzips you from the dress. As the fabric slides from your body you are hit with another rush of arousal. The dress hits the floor and Jongho makes quick work of your undergarments. His hands explore your body, your moans echoing you in the room. His thumbs tease your nipples the way you like as he leaves kisses and hickies on the untouched side of your neck. Once he has you melting in his hands he moves one down over your stomach stopping at your pussy. 

“I bet you are going to be so wet for me baby.” He slides two fingers between your folds, groaning at the state of your pussy. He sinks his teeth into your neck again as he rubs circles around your clit. Your breath hitches and your moans get louder.

“That’s it baby. Sing for me.” He coos as he continues his motions. Kissing and moaning into your neck as he rubs your clit. The build up is coming at you fast, your breathing becomes more erratic and you find yourself swearing Jongho’s name. 

“Fuck- Jongho! I’m-m gonna cu-m.” His thumb takes over for his two fingers so they can slide into your pussy. You gasp and the new sensation sends you over the edge. Your eyes shut and your entire body goes fuzzy with your orgasm. 

You don’t really feel it, but somewhere in your comedown Jongho moves on to the bed. He positions himself between your legs and resumes pumping his fingers in and out of your dripping pussy. His back is bent showing off the strong muscles to your hazed eyes as he takes your nipple into his mouth. Pleasure erupts from you again. He moves to your other breast and he hooks his fingers inside, skimming his fingertips over your g-spot. He releases your nipple with a ‘pop’ and removes his fingers from your pussy. You start to whine but stop when you see Jongho take his fingers and suck them clean of your juices. 

“You taste so good, baby.” He smiles and leans in to kiss you. Your lips move against each other like a dance. He takes off his pants and underwear and repositions himself at your entrance. 

“You ready for me baby?” You nod and he doesn’t move.

“I need to hear you baby.” He gives you a longing look, and places a kiss on your forehead.

“Yes baby. Please.” He smiles and pushes himself into you. You hiss at his size as he stretches you. He moans as he slides his full eight inches inside you. He slowly pulls himself back out, repeating the movement. The pain slowly turns to pleasure and you begin to feel the slow build of another orgasm rise inside you.

“Fuck (y/n), your pussy is so good.” He pants. He flexes his hips harder and harder slamming his cock deep inside you.

 “Oh baby, I can never get enough of you.” The mix of your moans and curses fill the room and create a beautiful symphony. He continues to moan sickly sweet confessions into your ear, making your building orgasm hurdle faster toward release. 

“Baby, I’m so close.” You whimper into his general direction, unable to focus your eyes due to the overload of pleasure fogging your vision. You run your hands up his arms dragging your nails along his smooth tanned skin until you reach his shoulders where you sink your nails. He growls and pounds harder into you hitting that special spot causing your moans to grow louder and more intense. 

“Fuck, come for me baby. Come for me (y/n).” He leans down to kiss you, claiming your mouth as he fucks you. The pressure continues to build until you come again. He follows after you shortly, filling your pussy with his load. After a few moments he slowly pulls his dick out of you and watches as his cum spills from your entrance. 

“So much better than that turkey.” You can't help but burst out laughing. He looks at me confused, but after a minute he understands the joke. 

“It sounded like you fucked the turkey then me.” You say sitting up on your elbows, your smiling face looking at his now rosy one. He grabs both of your cheeks and plants a big kiss on your lips. 

“Seriously, I have to finish the turkey. The boys will be here in 6 hours!” You jump up from the bed, forgetting your boyfriend's cum spilling out of your pussy and running down your legs. He laughs as you run from the room and into the bathroom to go get yourself re-ready for the party tonight. 

—------

Hours Later:

Everyone is gathered at your dining room table and starting to dig into the meal you have spent days preparing. Yunho and Hongjoon are talking about the latest comeback and how the dance routine is going to go with the new title song, Wooyoung is basically flirting with San and the former is pretending not to love it. 

“This turkey is delicious (y/n)!” Yeosang praised.

“Thanks Yeo!” I raise my drink toward him.

“The secret is in the stuffing.” Jongho added. You kicked him under the table and gave him a dirty look, He just smiled and leaned over to kiss your cheek.

[katiekatdragon27]

Heheheh Shebly's Site doodles.

Captain Fiddle Fitcher (shortened to just "Fitcher") is the brave fisherman turned solo pirate fishbowl who is in charge of educating guests on marine life hosted in Vallysprings. Sometimes, he also does demonstrations with the fish, taking them out and putting them in his head to show off. He is often asked where he got his injuries from, to which he tells the kids a different story each time.

"Mr. Robin" is a detective who helps with non-seasonal events. He hosts scavenger hunts for all ages to participate, encouraging exploration through a compelling detective story. He's also quite the snoop, but his giddiness and need to crack jokes blow his cover every time. He loves being a detective, but in reality, his heart resides in writing novels.

Blyth is the smug and carefree lamp. Designed for the show and brought into real life by popular demand, she wanders around Vallysprings recording events and helping with general navigation of the museum.

Draftin is the identical twin of Ribbons who helps host the after-school theater club performances. She is more technical and calculated, working more with the backstage stuff and with costume design.

Both of them, along with Aclipse, are members of the Super SAFE Science Club.

They present on the surface as just a bunch of lab buddies, and Ribbon actually used to be the third member before Drafin. However, things would get... explosive, so the club almost disbanded for the safety of everyone. However, the first time Draftin showed up instead of Ribbons, nothing went wrong. They tried doing increasingly more dangerous stunts, and nothing went wrong as long as Draftin was around. They decided to record and post their experiments online and gained quite the hefty following with Blyth being the camerawoman, Aclipse being the lead, and Draftin (and sometimes Ribbons) being the assistant(s).

Eventually, they did get in trouble with management, but the channel is still up in the universe, and they still post on it after the place closes down. However, they don't respond to comments, and videos are getting increasingly dire and desperate...

ANYWAYS, here's a lil doodle of the twins yapping about the ppl they like (yeah yeah the ships are the same through all my aus sue me or whatever).

Also, here's some ship art angst below the cut. I'm not handing it out for free this time😚:

MARRIAGE!!!!!!

Aclipse: BRAAAAMBLE!! I'M WORKING!! Bramble: Whaaaaat? Scared of people knowing you have a wife?

I think the only ""official"" couple in Vallysprings before its closure was Aclipse and Bramble. The two developed feelings around the late 2000s and actually were allowed to become an official public couple in the early 2010s. Their popularity on the show encouraged the shipping of the two, and one day, there was a huge wedding for them in Valleysprings.

Sadly, they are still forced to be long-distance because Bramble is seasonal but seeing them walk together around the museum during the Christmas season was always sweet to see.

Bramble: I don't know what's wrong with it! I tried everything! Aclipse: Hmm... Hun... Did you plug it in? Bramble: ... OOOOHH. (Oopsies.) Aclipse: Bramble. Baby. You're almost 40, please.

I love the idea of Bramble not being super smart when it comes to tech. She has canon Sprout's lack of machine ability (Sprout constantly whining about how hard machines are).

As for canon couples after Vallyspring's closure? Well~

Heheheeee Fashion Flaming Frenzy but weird. Idk what to call them lol.

But uh yeah, despite the fact Gash has been in multiple relationships before these two, his ass STILL can't comprehend affection whatsoever. He still clams up out of nervousness when one of his partners leans in for a kiss.

This is funny imo cuz he was the one who confessed first. This is also funny because both his partners are extremely affectionate🫶

AND ON THE TOPIC OF GASH:

Gash: Thank you for not giving up on me.

Zee is Gash's best friend. They are probably the most unlikely duo in all of Vallysprings, with their contrasting personalities and energy levels. However, Zee sees Gash past his angry exterior for who he really is and tries to nurture that, and Gash appreciates Zee's presence, especially because their aura helps him get proper sleep.

On the topic, Zee is probably the most comforting character in all of Vallysprings. She's everyone's unofficial and unlicensed therapist. However, even the stress can get to them too.

Shelby: Zee... What do we do?

Me when a pandemic, multiple safety violations, and fraud charges lead to your facility being closed without a word from your creators or anyone who's worked with you at all-

Here's your angst but no happy ending. When Vallysprings shut down, Shelby was the first to find out after searching for some paperwork from Anders (Arthur equivalent). This information was hidden from everyone for a good 2 years after the museum closed its doors cuz the two didn't know how to tell everyone. When the info did come out, it was MESSY.

But that's for another post🫶. Enjoy this lore and have a lovely day!

[stygiansun-totaleclipse]

Curses by the Crane Wives matches so much with MC to me, I mean, come on

"There's a fire in my brain and I'm burning up" no comments on that

"The smoke clears when you're around" the you could be litteraly anyone, siblings, ROs, Luca, and I love that

"This house says my name like an elegy" feels like it could apply both for the rumours about us in the Theian palace and to when we eventually go to Celestyl and the king clearly wants to kill us

"The devil's after both of us" MC and Nour.

"This tired old machine is a-rumbling - singing songs to the secrets behind my eyes" our premonitions

I could go so much further but I got other songs from this band to talk about so here it goes

-Hollow Moon and The Wolf, idk what to say about these, just. I can see the vibes on them and I won't take any arguments against it, you can pry it from my cold dead hands

-Time will change you and Scars just... fell like MC's grief, pure and bottled up into the instrumentals, with a hint of our premonitions in scars like

"Tell me it's inevitable that I'd end up with scars" and "nothing could have been done, is thst right?" Both feel like MC talking to themselves and whoever gives them their premonitions, angry at themselves for not being able to stop their siblings' deaths

"I’m trying to come to terms with what you’ve done, In the fumes of your anguish, oh my blistering pride, I’m still burning like a tire fire deep down inside" look I can't just see us screaming this at the Celestyl King, I can feel it in my bones and it makes me want to bite something

-Empty Page and holding the siblings at pedestals, thinking we're only ever trying to echoe what they once were, I'm just going to point at "I have hands that shake when there are cuts to make, you do it better show me how" and take my leave on this one

-And to end with a flourish of a knife in the guts, I present to you Never Love an Anchor and Farah.

Oh wow, I wonder what my favorite band is

Ooh I had someone recommend Never Love an Anchor for mc and Farah a while back (🥺😭😭💔) and that introduced me to the Crane Wives 💕 :D I really like them! I have to go thru more of their songs—I really like their lyrical work ❤️❤️ (also clearly you’ve put a lot of thought into this 👀👀👀 literally every song I listen to now I have to tie into sste somehow lol) And all those songs feel so fitting 💔💔💔💔💔😭 (sorry mc)

"Tell me it's inevitable that I'd end up with scars" and "nothing could have been done, is that right?"

Also that line 👆makes me think of MCs whole conversation with Luca after Aurora’s scene and the vision with Nour—thinking it had to be predestined by Fate and thus nothing mc could have done could have stopped it 💔💔

also:

"I have hands that shake when there are cuts to make, you do it better show me how"

ugly crying

[callizinc]

Something I've been thinking of is that like... a lot of ENA's actions, even if unintentionally, seem to bring.. some sort of destruction in their wake? Which might be part of why people hate her?

Like, to go through it. For the pets, she basically brought these 4 innocent beings to be eaten (to their death). For Alex, completing that quest means he gets blown up (also dead). For the witches, you destroy property as you move the entire building to get her back, and although this one they did intentionally seperate from anything ENA did, they also dissolve into a pile of blood (aka, dead). And for the shaman... well, this one's an outlier, cause they actually created Life together, not the opposite, though it did still bring destruction (destroying the shaman's whole fucking house), and also, if we're to reallyyy read into it... creating life just to walk all over it and use it as a tool is also like. Kinda fucked up (not that I blame my girl for it #ENAapologist). And also, at the end with the smoke machine, though it's literally what you had to do for your job... obliterating the smoke machine sort of of felt... kinda. Wrong? And the wording with it, too... "bear the liability of". Like.... huh

Now, I don't think ENA is at fault for Theodora dying and the door closing. Seeing as it happens in both routes regardless of what ENA does, and it happens before ENA reaches the smoke machine, so she hasn't even like. Done anything. Yet. I think she just dies in both routes due to unrelated causes and in the ascension route ENA just gets there before it happens.... but like. I wouldn't put it out of the question for her to Somehow in some tangential way, just like how she was kindaaa at fault for the rest of the destruction during the rest of the jobs, except not, being maybeee at fault (but not really)...? And like. People somehow finding that reason enough to blame her regardless in future chapters..... idk. Sorry if this has been said before, but. Just some thoughts...

Also, it is interesting to me how in the route where she Doesn't do any of the jobs, and therefore Doesn't get involved in any of the destruction and death, She is the one who suffers instead.... hmmm

Idk. Maybe I'm hashtag crazy and reading too deep into it but. There's some kind of connection here between ENA being hated, being blamed, her unintentionally being destructive, her praying to g0d, and her being denied forgiveness in all this regardless......... uh. Yeah !!!

HELLO HELLO OPENING THIS ASK IS LIKE WALKING INTO A CANDY STORE 4 ME THIS IS SO FUCKING FIRE AND YOU ARE SO FUCKING RIGHT. ADMITTEDLY I THINK THIS IS ALSO SOMETHING I HAVEN'T THOUGHT ABOUT SUPER MUCH MYSELF SO JUST WHAT SUCH FIRE OBSERVATIONS AND TAKEAWAYS THESE ARE!!!!!!! Especially when you mentioned that in the route she Doesn't accidentally cause all this chaos and destruction then SHE'S the one who suffers instead LIKEEEEEE

You are absolutely not reading too deep into it though not at all. And if anyone thinks you might be Well idgaf. You're right forever. I think it absolutely is 99% chance intentional that no matter how hard she tries to do Good and be Good in the eyes of others and no matter how hard she tries to do good at, y'know, Her Job, that she still Can't

Like, say, that all these bad and insane things will happen in the wake of her best efforts and people will still blame her for it because she's Ena, no matter how much she might try to say that she's "not doing anything at all"—AND I AGREE TOO, THAT THIS COULD TIE INTO THE WHOLE GOD THING, Just that she ends up being unintentionally destructive and turns to a nebulous God for worship and forgiveness, but she can't even have that...

I actually don't think i'm bringing anything unique or new to the table here 😭 which. Is fine honestly I just know it's probably a bit underwhelming from me LOL But please know that i think you are SO right and these are such juicy themes. The smoke machine especially, I am so intrigued to see what happens as a result of us destroying it because you're very right that doing it feels SO wrong. Like it made the whole place Auction Day it obviously was a bad move LOL

But especially with how much other NPCs talk about the smoke, or that the doors seem to like it, that one slime guy that says turning off the smoke is one of the weirdest things they've ever heard of... Plus I have seen hacked in unused dialogue seeming to be from chapter 2 Hub NPCs talking about like. "This world" possibly ceasing to exist soon. Like. ...........Anyone else. Scared

Also your #ENAapologist point is so fucking real and based like It took me so long to notice the humanboard makes like little sounds of pain when you walk on it It's kind of unsettling but also so fucking funny. #TheHumanboardIsNotAFuckingChild #ButIfItWasThenEnaShouldAlwaysStepOnBabiesAndExplodeThem

[aritsukemo]

So, I started watching Hell's Paradise..

IT'S. SO. FREAKING. GOOD!!! ( Ramble under the cut! Spoilers and possible grammar mistakes ahead!!! )

I'm only on, like, episode seven, but I'm really enjoying myself!!!

Starting off with my boy, my man, my loverboy nonchalant Gabimaru!! His design immediately drew me in the first episode and I find his writing very good so far. A man, who was grown and groomed into being this emotionless killing machine only to dream of going completely against that all because of his love for his wife? SIGN ME UP!! I love how conflicted he is and how much those conflictions are weighing on him. How, because of how he was raised and what has happened to him, he's been treading this line and constantly tipping over the edge of "I'm a heartless, empty killer who's only purpose is to kill" and "I want to live a peaceful, normal life with the one I love/I don't want to kill anymore". The symbolism, how his character's portrayed, those small moments of vulnerability that shows how he differs from your typical cold killer and is actually just this morally broken guy who was raised/influenced by an actual monster; the head chief. ( Who, by the way, is literal nightmare fuel. I don't usually get creeped out easily by stuff in anime's, but the way Mappa went about drawing him is just..terrifying.. )

OH, AND HIS FIGHTING IS MMMM SO ADDICTING TO WATCH!! >.<

Next up is Yamada Asaemon Sagiri, or Sagiri for short. I want to first off get it out of the way by say that she's drop dead gorgeous. Imean, look at her!! No seriously, look-

As someone who absolutely adores strong female characters, it was no surprise that I fell in love with her! She reminds me a lot of Yona as she goes against what the norm was at the time and decided to become a swordsman despite everyone telling her she's better suited as a wife and mother simply because of the fact that she's a woman. ( Which irked me every. single. time. it was brought up btw ) I love how the author is going about her and how she struggles because she feels guilt for even the most evil of people simply because she's an empath--something that is often considered a womanly trait in the eyes of the people, especially men, of that time--but doesn't go too far with it and make her seem weak and useless because of those struggles. I like that, even though she hesitates and sometimes gets help from others ( mostly from Gabi from what I've seen so far ), she gets the job done and doesn't sit there and call for help like some damsel in distress and actually uses her strength!!

My love for her was explained pretty simply in episode six when Genji pointed out how she has the talent to be able to flip flop between being dominant and powerful like a man, but still holds the sense of gentleness and care one would only find in the heart of a woman. I love that quality about her in the same sense I love Mitsuri Kanroji's quality of being able to be cheery, feminine, and delicate despite being involved in such a 'manly' and grizzly job that being a demon slayer is.. AHHH IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN IT ANY FURTHER, I JUST HOPE YOU GET WHAT I MEAN!!

Next up is the vixen, Yuzuriha of Keishu. I haven't seen much of her yet, but I love her design and overall appeal. Although, she puts up this front of being this carefree, seductive airhead, you can tell there's just so much more to her and can't wait to see it. ( Although I feel like when she does show her true colors, it'll be when she finally betrays Gabimaru and Sagiri like she implied she would.. )

( Also this little stunt she pulled in this clip had me in a chokehold for a hot minute. Like MMMMM LOVE IT WHEN HOT WOMEN DO HOT WOMEN THINGS!! )

Toma and Chōbei are next up! When I first saw Chōbei, of course my mind immediately went to, "Oh shit, it's bakugo!" lmao- His fighting style is cool and his backstory is heartbreaking. Past that though, I'm undecided whether I like him or not..

Like, his backstory was tragic and had me feeling bad as a sad backstory would. It was also amazing in the sense that it gave me more understanding on why he became the way he did and how his mentality was shaped because of it. I find it cool that he has a knack of adapting to any situation too! ..And that's also why I'm so conflicted when it comes to him..

That leads me to bring up Toma, who I immediately fell in love with as soon as I saw his character design. ( I have a thing for men/boys with long hair, mkay? Don't judge me.. ) I haven't really wrapped my head around his character yet ( like his brother ) but it's obviously that he sorta idolizes Chōbei, so much to the point that he didn't hold any gripes towards him when he thought he was going to leave him for dead--which is my main dislike about Chōbei right now.

But yeah, if I had the chance, I'd still date them no questions asked- *smack*

I find Gantetsusai and Fuchi funny and cute together and overall find a good so far. I especially like Fuchi. He's a quirky little guy 😚

( And this height difference kills me. Like LOOK AT HOW LITTLE FUCHI ISSS )

And finally, we have Nurugai and Tenza, who is ranking up to be my 2nd favorite pair in this entire show! Putting aside that Nurugai literally evokes my gender envy, I love her and Tenza both individually and together! I love Tenza's kind soul, how he scouted out Nurugai because he wanted to help her after finding out why she was sentenced to death row! I find it such a highlight of his character and it makes me love the contrast between his brighter self when compared to Nurugai, who's more gloomy and has been traumatized into adapting this matured mindset.

Bonus points for being the only two to not immediately get into it with each other when on the island as well! It really was a breath of fresh air! Oh, an extra points for making me smile like an idiot- 🥰

So far I'm in love with this show! Idk yet where it falls on my anime rankings, but it's definitely high enough up there to spur me to write a drabble or five about this show! Can't wait to watch more in my spar time!!

[coolaytsan]

✩› Small headcanons with Infected x reader ‹✩

I just decided to write some crap about the relationship with Infected! "^_^

( I just like him. And I usually make up all sorts of stories with him and my character in my head. :Р )

I'll just write whatever comes to my mind and it will be canon for him.

If you don't like it, just forget about it and about me. It's not that hard. Like Thanos snapping his fingers or something. idk. ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

ーーーーーーーーーーーー★

★ Firstly, if you and Infected are in a relationship, it means you will have to forever endure his sneezes, runny noses and his illness in general.

★ I believe and think that even if you ask him to take medication, he will still refuse and will say that he is completely healthy and that he is not sick at all. What are you even talking about? What medications? UGH👎🏻 XD

★ I don't know about you, but I think your first meeting took place (obviously) in an elevator. If you take this like "who fell first and who fell harder" or whatever you have it. (I am writing this through a translator, I don't give a damn whether it is correct or not. The main thing is that you understand I mean.) I think... (I judge by myself.) You fell in love first, but he fell in love more.

★ He would definitely enjoy spending time with you! Playing games together? Yes! Listening to music you both like with you? Yes! Talk about everything that comes to mind between the two of you? YES! Just sit, lie down or stand in silence together? Yes! And if you believe Wikipedia, he draws pretty well. So he would be happy to draw with you!

★ What about touching? I think he would definitely love to hug you anytime. When you are standing together or walking somewhere he would hold your hand. As for kissing, I think he would stain you with his snot that always flows from his nose every time you kiss. And he would always apologize for it. ":(

★ Infected hardly sleeps, he just surfs the Internet 24/7. And when he sleeps, it's mostly on the couch. I like to think that he has a folding sofa. It's like a sofa where the backrest leans back and the sofa becomes like a bed. So that you sleep together and not on a cramped sofa.<3

★ I also think he would watch you sleep. He really doesn't want to be creepy, believe me! He just likes to see you with such a calm and peaceful face.

★ And he smells, and he can't cook. Have you seen his bathroom or his full kitchen? I haven't. Yes, he has a kind of vending machine in his apartment, but it might have been a refrigerator. I believe he has a refrigerator. That's why Infected orders food when you're going to visit him at his apartment.

★ He would probably refuse to wash until you made him wash. Although if you said that you would wash with him to make sure that he really washed, he would most likely be very embarrassed. He's not a child! It doesn't matter if you're sitting next to the bathtub or washing yourself in that bathtub with him. He won't look at you. //0//0//

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Yes, it's not enough, but I'm tired of writing. Yes, I'm lazy. I'll write something else later. And yes... Don't write to me. I'M NOT USED TO BEING NOTICED ON THE INTERNET! 💥

Bye. I hope you will forget about me. And by the way, the update is cool! Although I didn’t understand what this syringe gives after Infected gave it to us after we gave him his own photo. But I just think he gave us drugs. XD

We'll have to give the photo to Lamper. Maybe he'll give us something too.🤔

[sexisbetteronthemoon]

i want to see a pregnant lance fic from u so bad… it could be established kl kid and relationship or lance being pregnant from a previous relationship/hookup and keith stepping in… idk..

i tried writing something for you, anon, but it wasn't coming out the way i hoped. :( so instead i'm giving you an excerpt from a fic i'm still not sure i wanna keep.

“Welcome, Blue Paladin,” said the woman, and Lance blinked in surprise. “I am Princess Allura of Altea.”

“Blue Paladin?” he said, pointing at himself with a piece of jerky, and she nodded.

He looked at the others.

“What's that?” he said.

“It means you are the pilot of the Blue Lion,” said Allura. “I am very happy to meet you.”

“Um, no thanks,” Lance said.

Allura blinked.

“But she chose you,” she said.

“Yeah, and it sounds an awful lot like you're gonna want me to fight with it, because that's totally a war machine,” Lance said, taking another bite of his jerky. “So I'm gonna pass.”

Allura stared at him blankly.

“But,” she said, “this is a great honor.”

“Yeah, and I'm delicate,” Lance said. And he rubbed his stomach absentmindedly.

Allura tilted her head. Her eyes going down to his belly. He stopped, dropping his hand.

“Do you mean you can't fight while pregnant?” she said. “Is that normal for your species?”

“WHAT?” Pidge said, choking on the word.

Strangely enough, the annoying masked person echoed her.

Lance went rigid as everyone but Hunk turned to look at him. And like the greatest person on Earth that he was, Hunk put himself slightly in front of him.

“You're pregnant?” Pidge screeched. Her eyes were practically popping out of her skull.

“Oh, I'm so sorry,” Allura said, brow creasing. “With how brightly you're glowing, I thought it was obvious.”

“Hold up, I'm glowing?” Lance said. “Like actually glowing?”

“Lance,” said the strange masked person. “Are you … pregnant?”

“Sorry, do I know you?” Lance said, annoyed. “I don't think so. Mind your own business.”

“Lance doesn't have to answer any questions he doesn't want to,” Hunk said firmly, somehow growing larger as he stared everyone down. “Back off.”

“And just who the hell are you?” said the masked person.

“Did I not introduce myself?” Hunk said brightly, demeanor changing to friendly once more. “I thought I did. I'm Hunk, Lance's other half.”

The masked person stumbled back as if they had been shoved. The other masked individual stepped up behind them and held them steady by the shoulder.

“The better half, I think,” Lance said idly. “Hunk, do you have any oranges?”

“Oh, sure,” Hunk said, reaching into his bag and pulling out a small orange. He easily peeled it and handed Lance a piece.

Lance popped it into his mouth and hummed.

“So if that's all, we're gonna get going,” Hunk said, holding out a hand to Lance's mouth. He spat out a seed into it. “We have things to do.”

“You — you can't go,” Allura said. “The Blue Lion chose you!”

“Yeah, and I can't fight,” Lance said. “You drive it. But please drop us off at home first.”

“Can you really not fight?” Allura said in increasing anxiousness. “Just how delicate is your gestational state?”

“Lady,” Lance said, “if I so much as bump my bump the wrong way, something bad could happen.”

Allura looked horrified at the thought.

“Can you fight pregnant?” Lance asked, baffled.

Allura nodded and said, “Some of our greatest warriors were pregnant. It strengthens us.”

Lance frowned.

“Wow, I wish I was Altean,” he said. “My back already hurts, and I'm in my second trimester.”

“Changing into an Altean only happens in fairytales,” said the red-haired Altean.

“Uh-huh,” Lance said, already having lost interest. He ate another orange slice and chewed on some jerky. “So … about that ride?”

“Could you at least help us recover the other lions first?” Allura said. “Voltron is the hope of the universe.”

“Mm,” Lance said, face twisting. “No offense, but a war machine isn't the hope of anything. It's a means to an end like any other tool. The people who work it would be the hope of the universe.” He yawned abruptly. “Oh, man, I'm tired.”

“Here,” Hunk said, taking off his vest and laying it on the floor. “Sit.”

“You're the best, Hunk.”

Allura was speechless for a moment. Then she frowned.

“Well, Voltron is the hope of the universe,” she said. “Will you help us recover the rest of the lions?”

“Well, seeing as you're holding me hostage otherwise,” Lance said, and Allura gaped at him, “I guess I have no choice.”

She soon snapped out of it and cleared her throat, returning to her regal demeanor.

“Coran, would you please show our guests their rooms for the time being?”

[edgybutnotveryedgy]

ok, so I've been rewatching everything that has been released in order, and I have many thoughts on that, but for now we'll focus on el toro de piedra.

so first of all this bastard

undoubtedly this is Chrysalis. Previously I had my doubts that there was multiple people behind the persona of Chrysalis, but now I'm certain there must be. Not that Lila cannot look this snazzy, but I'm certain this is a guy. They have a very masculine build from the little we see. There was also the person in Sublimation who also seemed to have a more masculine build.

Initially I had my doubts, because the clothes are kinda baggy, so an argument could be made that this is just Lila wearing baggy clothes. I also thought that the clothes remind me of Aglea's clothes, and I am certain (especially after watching the episodes in their release order) that Aglea is Lila's new disguise. It fits her MO in that she is someone who everyone wants to protect, and she interjects herself into the group right when is most convenient, but also she is hardly seen otherwise. Biggest difference is that she realizes now that she can't reveal herself so she's not trying to provoke Marinette, as well as she's not going crazy with the lies.

Initially I thought that her jacket looked very similar to the one in the previous image, so I assumed that perhaps they were the same, but now I'm not so sure. (especially considering the person in the previous image is wearing blue jeans, and Aglea is wearing dark greyish purple tights.)

I want to propose the possibility that the person seen in El Toro de Piedra and Sublimation is perhaps this bastard

Ray.

I don't have much of a reason to suspect him beyond vibes and his fabulous hair. idk. maybe i'm just wrong but i want to be right because it would be so funny.

I also kinda suspect him because his voice kinda sounds like the masculine voice that speaks at the same time as Lila's voice. I may be completely wrong about this, especially because the second voice i'm not even sure if it is fully masculine? in english it sounds slightly androgynous but in french and Portuguese it sounds masculine. I really have no idea.

moving on, I loved the song, and I loved the parallels between Adrien, Ivan and Julika, with how they each have their own issues with their respective fathers. Julika just learning who her father is less then a year ago, Ivan refusing to become his father, and Adrien not knowing who his father really was. Each of them feeling like they have to live up to their fathers expectations, and the dramatic irony that Marinette is hiding the letter from Gabriel so Adrien never know what his father's expectations really were of him. Especially with the ending of how we learn that Nathalie also has a father who has high expectations of her, and the question being if she will live up to those expectations or if she'll follow what Ivan did and stand against him and do what is right.

small aside, this season really seems to be laying it on hard with the father stuff. showing what a good father is (Sabrina's dad), and what a bad father is (Ivan's dad) etc, and how that effects the characters. I can't help but wonder if TA has some sort of daddy issues he's working out through fiction writing? jkjk, but I do think it is an interesting theme.

on another note,

this was severely disappointing. Like you can hardly tell they're kissing! what the heck? are you scared of the censor's in other countries or something? what happened to that courage at the end of season 5? i know i should be happy because this is the first time my miraculous otp had an on screen kiss, but this was very disappointing and i'm kinda mad about it. LET THE GIRLS KISS YOU COWARDS!

anyways, then there's this

so we know the diamond was gabriel, "the machine" is undoubtedly Tomoe Tsurugi since she's going on about the new world blah blah blah, and we know the wheat is Monsieur Sancoeur. I'm curious about who the other's are. i bet that Audrey is one of them, not sure who she is though. I'm also starting to wonder if the people who were saying there was a bunch of rich people making designer babies was right. I do not think that chloe would have been a senti, but maybe zoe? especially since we still don't know who her father is, much like Kagami.

much to think about.