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f1daydreamers · 7 months ago

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𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐬 [𝐓𝐀𝟔𝟔] 𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐔

gif credits: @trenty

Pairing: Trent Alexander Arnold x Fem!Reader

Summary: You’re a tease, asking for things you supposedly already have. Trent catches on... eventually.

A/N: This is my first social media AU so bear with me if it absolutely sucks, also my first time writing for Trent so a bunch of firsts going on today. Enjoy!

Warnings: not much, just a lot of fluff and shite captions lol

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yourusername | 📍Venice, Italy

tagged venice.explore and calvinklein

liked by yourbsf, calvinklein, and 17,786 others

yourusername can I call you later?

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user1 pretty ladyyyyyyy

calvinklein summer collection has never looked better 😍

— yourusername have never loved a black dress more

yourbsf photo creds and the second glass are all me.. right?

— yourusername ofc 😇

user2 omg i need to go to venice asap

user3 i thought you were in la this week for a photoshoot with hudabeauty??

— yourusername next week!! super excited omg 🩷

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trentarnold66

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trentarnold66 Recharging 🔋

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andyrobertson94 Right, there’s no need to flex the arms 😒

— trentarnold66 I was just bending them? 🙃

liverpoolfc Back at camp soon ❤️

— trentarnold66 💪

user6 BYE TRENT FINALLY POSTED HOLIDAY PICS SO I CAN SLEEP NOW

user7 can you choke me with those arms thanks bae

— user8 so real 🤣

judebellingham No invite lad? I see how it is 🫤

— liked by trentarnold66

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yourusername

tagged hudabeauty, hudabeautyshop, and kayali

liked by hudabeauty, trentarnold66, and 30,651 others

yourusername Coming to you… July 👀

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yourbsf A DREAM IM SO PROUD OF YOU BABE

— yourusername i love you 🥹

user4 aaahhhhhhh this has been such a long time coming!!! remember ur youtube videos when u used to review their products?

— liked by trentarnold66

hudabeauty A literal real-life doll 😘

— yourusername says the literal makeup magician ❤️

user5 TRENT LIKED????

— user9 who’s that?

— user5 ONLY THE BEST RB IN THE WORLD WHAT

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trentarnold66

liked by liverpoolfc, yourusername, and 976,816 others

trentarnold66 Singapore 🇸🇬 Feels real good to be back.

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liverpoolfc What’s up, Vice Captain? 💪

— trentarnold66 🫡

user10 liverpool’s very own ❤️

yourusername damn.

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virgilvandijk Let’s get it!

user5 OMGGG THEYRE DEFO DATINGGG WAIT

user12 don’t know who yourusername is but she’s verified and trent liked her most recent post now she’s commented on his???? i smell a new couple 👀

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yourusername | 📍 Liverpool

tagged liverpoolfc

liked by trentarnold66, harvelliott, and 29,872 others

yourusername bleeding red today, bleeding red everyday

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user12 she does know trent’s mural is literally opposite hendo’s right? 🧐

— liked by yourusername

— user12 OMG SHE LIKED MY COMMENTTTT

harvelliott love it 🌹

— user5 DUDE WHO IS THIS GIRL DATING OMFHDJSJSE

trentarnold66 Hmm

— harvelliott 😂

yourbsf fit went hard.

— yourusername not everyone’s agreeing w u 😒

— yourbsf you mean….

— yourusername shh

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trentarnold66

liked by judebellingham, liverpoolfc, and 817,625 others

trentarnold66 Skipper today but winning in front of you is the best part ❤️🏟️

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user5 IS HE TALKING ABOUT YOURUSERNAME

— user13 bro you lot reach sm wtff he’s obviously talking about the fans lmao they played at home today

judebellingham serious player

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yourusername should I say congrats?

— trentarnold66 Only if you’ve changed shirts

— yourusername so take off yours then

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yourusername

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yourusername my mom approves

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user5 I CALLED IT FROM THE START YESSSSHDHDHSHSHHS YALL ARE SO CUTE

yourbsf ok trying to convince ppl that i’m the other one in ur pics is getting harder and harder to do

— yourusername 😂😂

trentarnold66 Shirt’s all yours

— yourusername took you long enough

— trentarnold66 I got there in the end 🙂

yoursister does that mean I get to keep Harvey's shirt now?

— yourusername i bet you've already taken it anyway

— yoursister if I speak I’m in big trouble

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trentarnold66

tagged yourusername

liked by yourusername, andyrobertson94, and 1.2 million others

trentarnold66 Dear Darling ❤️

andyrobertson94 Congrats Brother 🫂

— liked by trentarnold66

yourusername should’ve posted the pic where you were preeing my old yt vids

— trentarnold66 I don’t recall that 🤨

— yourusername little liar

— trentarnold66 Little? Who’s the liar now?

— user12 YALL ARE SOOOOOOOO

user5 I WANT MY FINDERS FEE 👩‍⚖️

harvelliott Beautiful 🤩

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covetyou · 6 months ago

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please impregnate dieter

ok bye 💜👽🛸

fine 👽🛸 beam him up, boys.

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pairing: Dieter Bravo x f!alien rating: Explicit (18+ only!) warnings: dub/non-con (because alien abduction), alien impregnation, implied mpreg, anal sex (including rimming and fingering), tentacle (just one), belly bulge, alien gender includes humanoid alien ladies with shapeshifting tentacle dicks, spaceship bondage, light mind control. word count: 2.8k summary: He always knew their existence to be fact, but Dieter Bravo never considered their continued existence would one day rely on him.

A/N: seeded left me with too many thots, so I accidentally stayed up until 4am writing this, and finished it this morning, thanks to this comment of yours. I hope you're happy. I have very thoroughly impregnanted That Man™, with his own hypervirile sperm.

And for anyone curious, he was beamed up into the spaceship like a Sim.

tagging a few unfortunate people who have expressed interest in my little weirdo:

@sp00kymulderr @umnitsa @missredherring @thereaperisabitch @magpiepills

@pedge-page @max--phillips

Dieter has no clue how long he's been here. It could be minutes, it could be weeks. Time stopped meaning much of anything pretty quickly - that's how it goes when you're trussed up in a windowless room, strapped up by some extraterrestrial technology the likes of which he hadn't even seen imagined on the most bizarre of movie sets.

Logically, he knows he should be afraid. If there's one thing Dieter Bravo knows, it's to fear the unknown. But, some part deep inside him knew this to always be true. These things that have him existed long before he did and would go on to exist long after him too. Even deeper down he knows that what they're doing to him right now is to ensure that continued existence.

There's no other reason he can think of for being in a position like this.

Or stripped entirely naked.

And nothing else will quite explain the contraption currently strapped to his cock.

No amount of wiggling will dislodge it, and between the way his arms are strapped up and the way his hips are hoisted high in the air, his head left to dangle as it pleases, he doesn't think it's coming off anytime soon. It's a good thing he kind of likes it, even if it does make him feel a bit like a dairy cow.

In the minutes, hours, days, since he's been here, not a single soul has bothered to come in to see him. He didn't know if this damn tube that was pumping him was even okay to piss into, or where his next meal would come from. Realistically, he hadn't thought that he'd die here - it didn't feel like that kind of thing. Still, the fact remained that he hadn't seen a single living thing since the light took him and the floating feeling took over his body.

It was a floaty feeling, thanks to the position he's been kept in, that hasn't quite left him. Between that and his cock being relentlessly pumped without reprieve or release, he's starting to feel desperately lonely here, floating through space or wherever here is.

No sooner does he think it, when there's a hiss of mechanical doors behind him. Dieter opens his eyes - he'd closed them some time ago - and there she is, stalking towards him on two long legs, talking to him in a tongue he's never heard.

It's an unnatural voice. Somehow too high, and too low, and lilting, and rumbling all at once. It's the voice of a dream, one he's had before, except this time it's so very real. It wraps itself around him and lodges into his bones, vibrating sound through to his core until he's gasping and suddenly understanding everything.

This is a processing chamber. He is to be processed, bred, and released.

The newfound knowledge isn't exactly a relief, but he supposes the machine trying to milk his cock without letting him come just yet makes sense. The longer he teased himself, the more he had to give, and it seemed these lifeforms already knew that too.

She purrs, dark eyes bright and curious, and it sends a jolt to his cock, twitching and swelling in the grip of the machine. If he wasn't sure about coming before, now he's certain. He doesn't care who, or what they are. He just wants to burst, to give them every last drop he has, and to make a show of it for the alien thing standing behind him. She's beautiful. Her skin practically glitters, shimmers holographic, translucent, full of sunbeams and starlight. Her eyes trace him, examining every inch, before settling between his legs where his engorged cock hangs and his balls draw up in a desperate attempt to come.

But the machine still keeps him on the cusp of losing it.

Even when one elongated finger reaches out to stroke him, tracing down the seam of his sack, he can't come, and that's when he realizes it's her doing.

"Please. You can have it. All of it. Just please..." his voice sounds thick and just about as alien to his ears as hers did, but he knows she understands him.

He knows, because with a blip and a soft whine, he's being maneuvered in his restraints by some unseen force. With legs spread wider, and his shoulders pulled back, that ethereal voice hums through him again.

...Ready for processing...

It's her. Dieter can see her out of the corner of his eye as he twists in his restraints. But she's changed. Sort of.

She still looks effervescent - her skin shifting and fizzing under his gaze - but so much about her has expanded and grown. Her fingers have gotten longer, wider, the tips practically glowing with each throb of blood through her veins. She seems taller too, and broader, rounder, but he's struggling to work out what's a trick of the too-bright light and what's real. Fuck, everything feels so real.

Most of all what Dieter notices, and can't take his eyes off, is the swelling appendage between her legs that definitely wasn't there a moment ago. He'd almost mistake it for a cock, if it wasn't for the way it moved and writhed, as if a limb all on its own.

He should be scared. He knows he should. But he knows that all that's between him and coming is being processed, and he's quite liking the look of what that means.

Another tingle ripples through him, just as the cool weight of her drops down behind him.

...Commence lubrication...

Something slippery and long slides along his ass. It slips between his cheeks, wet and slick as it glides across his puckered hole, leaving trails across his skin. Dieter can't help the groan that leaves him. If this is lubrication, he can't wait for what comes next.

And then it slides inside, the slender tip breaching his asshole for a moment, feeling wetter than any tongue he's ever had there before. He can't help but twitch in his restraints, his legs trying desperately to give him momentum to rut into the air, to give him more friction so he can just come already.

Instead, he's held still by long fingers with too many knuckles. Fingers so long they wrap around his entire thigh, anchoring him in place. He's totally at the mercy if her and her tongue - because that's definitely what it is, even if the feeling of it swirling around his rim is more than a little different to the human tongues he was used to.

It probes into him deeper, and he groans in his restraints. The machine on his cock has stopped it's sucking, but it hasn't given up it's grip. He can't bust even if he wanted to, and he's starting to think she's never going to let him come.

He can feel it. The tongue slipping deeper, her mouth meeting the skin of his asshole, and the slick rush of liquid as it pours into his hole.

He's begging. He can hear it distantly coming from his own mouth, before the soft lullaby of her voice rings in his head and turns his bones to jelly.

But then she's gone. Her mouth unlatching from his ass, the tongue slipping from his hole, and the fizz of knowing is back in his head.

...Lubrication complete...

There's so much of it he can feel it dribble and bubble out of him, leaving gloopy trails down his thighs as he shudders in the bindings keeping him hoisted high.

He can see pools of it on the floor beneath him too, and more dripping in oily globs out of him as he shudders. No lube, or saliva, he's ever experienced is like this. Nothing has ever pumped so deep and felt so good.

...Commence dilation...

Fear.

Fear because he knows those words, but doesn't know what it means for him here and now, with his ass so he exposed to her and his cock at the mercy of the machine. Dieter tries in vain to move, to tuck his ass under so he's a little less exposed.

But it's no use.

The long fingers find his thighs again, and that voice echoes through his head, bringing him to calm as the tip of one throbbing finger strokes against the slick of his hole.

When it pushes in, the stretch feels no different to the toys he's used on his own ass, or the many people he's had fuck him before. It feels good. Incredible even. Each slight fuck of the finger into him coinciding with a deep throb in his asshole.

The bulbous tip of her finger pops in and out of him, drawing more moans out of him as his rim is stretched around the appendage.

When the thinks dilation isn't too bad, her other hand creeps up to his ass, pulling him apart and holding him open.

The stretch is deeper like this. And he's nodding his head, spurring her on to finger his ass more, to go deeper and curl just the way he loves until she's milking his prostate. He knows he can come like that. He doesn't need anything on his cock, he just needs some well practiced fingers in his ass, and he has a feeling this creature is extremely well practiced at this.

Deeper doesn't come, but the stretch does. It's the stretch of another of her thick tipped fingers being pushed into his hole. And when that pops past the resistance of his asshole, he yelps, his chin wobbling in a feeble sob. Dieter can't help but gyrate his hips. He's so desperate for more he's willing to risk those fingers pulling out and holding him in place.

Except they don't.

She lets him rut this time. He can feel the pleasant approval from her in his mind as he rocks himself in the air, fucking her fingers as deep as his shallow movements will allow.

Even when the fingers tug at him in opposite directions, he doesn't stop rocking. He feels so full and stretched, that he barely registers a third finger joining the others until it's too late.

He almost panics. Almost, because he's fairly certain at that same moment she tells him to calm, to relax, and he does. The tense muscles in his asshole give in to the fingers and let them in, all three fucking into him and stretching him beyond anything he's had before. Even a fourth, and final, finger doesn't draw response from him beyond a whimper and a sob, his hips still doing whatever they can to get the digits deeper.

...Dilation complete...

And then they're gone.

And he feels so empty.

"Please. Please you can't. Don't leave me like this, please. You've got to - I need to - please. Anything. I'll do anything."

Dieter knows he's babbling. Knows she might not even understand a word he's saying, mess that he is. But he doesn't care. He's never been so desperate in his life. He wants her fingers back, or her tongue, or even that terrifying thing writhing between her legs -

...Commence insemination...

He doesn't even hear it, even though it's right there inside of his brain, unavoidable. Dieter doesn't hear, because the moment the voice floats into his body, the slick tip of her cock, more like a tentacle than any penis he'd ever seen, slips easily inside of him.

It's immediately swelling and growing as it slips deeper. He can feel as he's stretched wider and wider around it, the whines that leave his chest turning more and more desperate with each throb of the thing plundering his hole. It's deeper than anything has ever been, he can feel it as it wriggles around through him, pushing aside organs and pulsing into the deepest parts of him. It's impossibly wide too, the deep stretch in his asshole unlike anything he's ever felt, even two cocks being no match for this thing she's wedged inside of him.

And the deeper it pushes, the wider it pulls him, the more he craves it, the more he needs something to anchor him down and ground him even as he floats along, hoisted in the air of a fucking spaceship to be bred by an alien creature.

Whoever his captor is, she's benevolent, and she gives him exactly what he wants. Her long hands wrapping themselves around his hips, finger tips pressing on the bulge in his belly, massaging him and drawing soft ah ah ah's from his mouth. She likes it when he makes noise, he can tell by the burst of approval tingling down his spine, like she's singing something beautiful to him as she destroys the very hole she just prepared.

When those same fingers trail down to his balls, the throbbing in their tips turning to frantic thrumming, vibrating his sack in her hand, he knows he's done for. The machine around his cock starts sucking in earnest, switched back on by some command unheard by Dieter. The tight grip it had around his base is gone, and all he can feel is relentless sucking, the buzzing along his balls, and the writhing tentacle cock deep in his guts, fucking the life out of him.

He feels higher than he's ever been, and before he knows it he's coming, his cock throbbing and pulsing in the tube that contains him, spilling out seemingly endlessly as the thing inside him writhes, pressing against his prostate and milking him for more and more and more.

He doesn't stop coming. It's still leaking out of him, his balls spent and drawn, but his cock red and throbbing and sore but still so drippy from the relentless onslaught in his asshole.

Around him everything whirrs to life. Lights flickering on control panels, sparkling across his vision. There's movement too, above and to the sides of him, but he can't move, doesn't even much care what's going on as he still twitches and comes and comes with her tentacock buried in him.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck -"

There's pulsing. The gentle throb of her fingers was one thing, but the thing inside him is now pulsing so deep it stretches him wide as each pulse ripples from the base of her through to the tip, where he can feel it burst and fill him.

And with one final wave, the biggest yet, the thing inside him throbs and bursts once more before she releases a pained gasp. The fingers around his hips don't release, the throbbing in the tips of them so quick the vibrations are numbing his skin.

Dieter can hear it - actually hear it - her voice uttering some gibberish he doesn't understand, and the thrumming pulse of her fingers eases off, even if the depth of her cock does not.

...Processing...complete...

His own breaths are the only ones he can hear among the slow winding down of the machine around him. There's other sounds too, as his vision hazes and blurs. Snicks of tubes disconnecting, the hydraulic hiss of moving machinery, the soft steps of the alien behind him as she pulls away, and out of him, with one final gasp from both of them as the impossible length of the appendage she had buried in him finally comes free.

The machine unlatches from his cock without another sound, before collapsing into some hidden compartment in the floor. The panel lights switch themselves off, and his restraints fall slack. He can finally move again, twist to see her, even though all of him aches too much to ever want to move again.

But he does. Anything to see her one last time, because he knows in his bones that this is his last chance. He's never known it himself, but he's certain she looks how love feels. Even now as she reduces back down to something a little smaller, but nonetheless imposing, he can tell that that's what she is. And maybe it's her function, the draw of her electrifying skin. Maybe she looks this way to make processing easier. Still, looking at her, he already knows he'd do it again, if only to lay his eyes on the thing that looks so much like a love he's never known.

With a final look into those beautiful, endless eyes, he lets exhaustion take him, the last remnants of her voice flitting through his veins just as he succumbs to darkness.

...Thank you...

He dreams of a light so bright he's certain he can hear it, the harsh metallic glare of it buzzing through his ears, making them ring and his head spin.

But the light gives way to darkness as he wakes, and he sees the very same stars that took him, just as distant as they've ever been, and looking down to the city below from the hills, he sees stars there too, as close as they always are, and the ache taking deep and low in his belly is forgotten, if only until dawn breaks across the horizon.

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velvet-paradox · 1 year ago

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Naughty

Fandom: Call of Duty Pairing: Keegan P. Russ x Female reader Length: Medium Summary: You like your man a little mean and he obliges. Warnings: NSFW 18 + ONLY, reader discretion advised, established relationship, name calling (dumb, dummy, toy, slut), strong language, porn with very little plot, a lot of brain rot going on here friends, light slapping (but not painful), oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v, creampie, dirty talking, detailed smut. P.S. I may or may not have a lovi obsession just sayin'. OK BYE Tagging: @synnersaint

She likes it when he's mean.

When he comes home hot and still full of spit and vinegar. Says it turns her on to get a little kaleidoscope glimpse in to what his enemies get the full taste of. Of course he's never truly mean to her, how could he? He loves his little dummy back home. With her glittering eyes and open arms, waiting patiently for him mission after mission. Her hugs are the best. Welcoming him home, where he belongs, even if he does reek of gun residue, sweat and gore.

Blood doesn't bother her, whether it be her own or Keegan's, she's not shy with the sticky stuff. She's cleaned his wounds with bare hands and when she's finished she's got more dirt and grime under her nails then he did. She's even stitched his forehead once or twice, much to his disapproval even though when he chances a look in the mirror, he can barely see the scars.

She's good.

Too good.

Too good for him, she doesn't deserve the junk and turmoil he brings to her doorstep. Wounds that won't heal, scars that won't fade. But he tries. He tries to be a good man when he's not running point, when he's not given instructions to just barrel through and get the job at hand, done. Keegan wants to be a good man; good enough to deserve you.

He looks at your photo when he's alone in his tent, on the road, in the helo. When the world is just too fucking loud, he's careful to take it out of his front left breast pocket (safe keeping of course), looking at your beautiful handwriting first.

FROM ONE DUMMY TO ANOTHER XOXO

He'll smile at it, beneath his ghost balaclava or bare and streaked when he's all alone, before he'll turn it over. Still after these tedious months, he gets that tingle in the pit of his stomach, the ends of his toes, the balls of his feet, the seam where God himself split his sac.

You don't have to be naked to look this fucking good. In fact, you're fully clothed, only your soft hands are available, giving two peace signs on the back of his motorcycle. Two of his most precious guilty pleasures.

"Come on, come on." Your whine cuts through the forgotten music in the background, the faint smell of a homecooked meal wafts up the stairs and renders the man completely useless.

Keegan is transfixed at the leash in his hand, the black leather is soft and worn in his palm, the chain clinks quietly when he moves his wrist and finally looks down. Stunned once more by your beauty. On your knees in a lacy one piece, slinky at best, leaving just a hint of peek-a-boo skin through the fine material. The leash is of course attached to the collar around your neck, next thing he sees is your wiggling, hips swaying as if you had a tail, sticking out your tongue in a lewd and obscene manner.

"You said we were gonna' play," you pouted as Keegan smiled down at your desperation. Distance did make the heart grow fonder and stitched your desires back together. "Don't you wanna' play with me?"

"Of course I do baby," Keegan pet your pretty face, humming when you nuzzled against his palm. "I'm just trying to figure out which hole I'd rather stretch out tonight."

The gasp and look in your eyes hit him straight in the groin, knowing damn he'd never sunk into that tight ring of muscle as of yet. You'd need preparation, time and training of course and more than just spit as lube.

Keegan shuffled and wound the chain around his thick fist, drawing you up on your knees. "You wanna' play? Let's play."

….

Your noises are music to his ears, long forgotten are the spraying bullets and shouts of commands, what's left, the only sounds that matter are of desire. Not too long ago were you taunting him from over your shoulder. He forced you to stand, about face, hands on the wall as he kicked your legs open. Biting his tongue at the way you arched your back and made your ass jiggle, pushing back against him as he tried to remain as still as possible. Which wasn't easy.

You never took it easy it on Keegan, he was a man of war. As much as you'd tease him, make that pretty noise when you wanted something badly enough to vocalize it, he'd lose his composure. Keeping the balaclava on just a little longer until he couldn't take it anymore.

He tossed you to the bed after that stunt, crawling over you, the clips of his fresh gear snagging on the lace as he covered your mouth with one hand, pinned your hip down with the other and stared into your fluttering eyes.

"You sound so good baby, so damn needy for me. You can hardly stand it, huh? Look at you, already moaning like a slut for me, just for me right? No one else."

You shook your head frantically, mumbling behind his palm until he lifted it away from your lips. "What's that, pet?"

"No one. No one else, I promise. Just you," you licked his hand sensually, keeping your eyes on his face as you laid back down. "I only want you to slut me out."

Keegan chuckled lowly with a nod of approval, pinching your side. "Good girl. Now just keep letting me know how good you feel, yeah? 'm gonna' keep going until you're shaking, making a fucking mess, is that understood?"

Your enthusiastic face made him hard.

Keegan ripped off his mask and got down on his knees, dipping the bed with his weight. He delighted in your squeals and giggles, fitting your legs over his shoulders, licking his lips when he realized the only the thing separating his mouth from your pussy was a pair of flat snap buttons.

Now listen, Keegan is no slouch when it comes to eating pussy. He knows what he's doing. If there were a (pun intended) eating contest, there would be a trophy case decorated with a few honorable medals as well.

The first time he tasted you, you almost broken his nose, bucking up hard into his face. You apologized repeatedly but Keegan just laughed it off, saying that would be the best excuse for his twice broken nose already. He licked his name against your clit. Letter by letter, shapes and swirls as he claimed your cunt.

K was a pointed tongue slashed against the hooded nub, the first E was gentle and flat tongued, the other E was followed by a slow and deliberate suck, G was a sloppy swirl and A and N were hummed to a tune of his own making.

Your hands moving to brush back his hair felt so damn good on his scalp, panting and wiggling for him. It had been two weeks too long. "Please baby that's it, that's it." Your voice was already fucked.

"I know you fucking love it," Keegan grunted against your sex, taking a moment to grace your slick folds with the bridge of his nose, chuckling lowly when you keened. "You just fucking love it when I devour you whole, don't you? Yes you do, tastes so fucking good."

When Keegan got lost in the sauce there was no telling just what he'd say, what string of commands or obscenities he'd loop together in some sensual tapestry that left you breathless.

"Yeah? I taste good?"

Keegan lifted his head, remnants of black grease paint over his pretty eyes looked up at you from between your legs, making them tremble in his grip. "You taste divine, princess."

With that, Keegan brought you to the edge, licking and sucking, toying with your cunt when he tagged in his fingers to join in the fun, those thick fingers breached your hole and stretched you out over and over until you begged. Sobbed for him to let you cum, that you couldn't hold it back any longer and oh how did Keegan love it when you begged!

"Come on sweetie, you can do better than that. Turns me on when you do it…. so fucking beg."

He licked your arousal from his fingers, making an absolute show of it too. "Good job, baby. You did such a good job for me." Keegan groaned as you panted to catch your breath, laid out and limber. He could throw you over his shoulders if he wanted, flip you over with ease, your limp body just going through the motions. Keegan could (and has) had you in every position possible and some that required a bit of technical work, a little fine tuning, angling his hips just so, holding your neck or lacing your fingers together.

Keegan is a man of many talents, in and out of the bedroom as he shifts and takes off his belt-- one handed. Your glassy eyes shine in the dim light from the room, predatory as you drink him in while he undresses.

Your hands are on his waist, burning hot before gives a gentle pat to the outside of your thigh, rolling you over on to your stomach. Sometimes he can't help himself and he gets this primal surge deep in his groin to obliterate you, break you, fuck you raw and stupid until you're a sloppy little mess of limbs and cum.

The smacks to your ass are deliberate and you raise up only to be pushed back down, Keegan grunted at you to keep still, to spread your legs, keep that one bent, just like that.

Keegan edges himself, rock hard in his hand as you dips just the crown of it around the base you, still wet. That bit of pre-cum on the tip is enough to wiggle between your cheeks with ease.

You shudder when he does that thing you like.

His spit slips between you, another glob of it makes it a sound leaving his mouth and hitting his shaft.

"Jesus Keegan, fuck me already. I need it."

"Oh I've got just what you need you dumb little pet," he grabs the leash, tugging on the chain as you pull on the sheets. "Whose my dumb little girl, huh? Is it you, baby? Are you my dummy girl?"

"Fuck. Yes."

Keegan yanks on it, jerking your head back. "Say it. I wanna' hear you say it."

Fuck; he's throbbing.

"I'm your dumb little girl. Just so fucking-- God that feels so good... I'm so dumb, so dumb for your cock, baby. Please."

"Good job." Keegan cooed and then thrusted in deep. "Let's slut you out then, yeah?"

….

God you're pretty. Clawing at the sheets as he fucks you through another orgasm. The clanking, your moans and body bending, arching into his touch like a needy cat. Pet me pet me pet me.

"Baby please," you paw at him, sentences die on your tongue, failing to make it out of the column of your throat. "I'm gonna' cum again." Now on your back with your knees pretty much to your chest, rocking on his cock with his momentum, the leash pulled skin tight.

"Awww of course you are. I can feel you squeezing me, my dumb little girl is getting her pretty little hole fucked out. You're so fucking hot," Keegan moaned out, he dragged a hand down his face, salt and sweat, paint staining his hands before he smeared it over your chest. He's marked you in a number of ways but to see you marked like this, with his mystery always got him going.

"Just like that-- ha!" you drawled, an almost pained 'oh my God' seeped into the air behind clenched teeth. Keegan mimicked you instantly, keeping his hand pressed between your tits. "I'm gonna' cum again, don't stop!"

Keegan's chuckle held desire and humor, fitting one of your legs over his shoulder, smearing his face against your calf. He was tempted to take a bite, too. Those intrusive thoughts always got the better of him.

"You think I could ever stop fucking this pussy, huh? Fuck yeah, squeeze around me again baby. You're such a good girl for me," Keegan was rewarded by his own praise when you leaned up to watch him split you open, spit on your pussy and fuck you harder.

What can I say? The man has stamina.

"Oh my God! Keep going keep going, fuck."

Your legs started to shake the minute Keegan's thumb met your swollen bundle of nerves, throbbing around his cock, crying out for more more more, that you couldn't take it. You came with a whine, sobbing with your release that flooded around the base of his cock. Keegan growled and gave it, chomping down the sensitive meat of your leg.

"Good job, baby. You look so fucking cute when you cum, when you're all brain dead," Keegan hissed through his teeth and pinned you down, heavy hands on your knees as he spread you open. "Open up for me, let me finish inside you. Gonna' fuckin' fill you up, two weeks is bullshit. Stay awake baby," he gently slapped your face in quick succession, jerking your chin to make you look at him and only him. "Don't get all dizzy on me now dummy, you've got some more dick to take."

She's really going to get it now...

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sephirthoughts · 6 months ago

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Vincent Got a Phone

rating: not explicit yet

they will fuck eventually i swear

tags: valenwind, cid/vincent, fluff, humor, background sephiroth/cloud, background aerti

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Chapter 3: Because Men

It was just after sunset, and Cid was strolling down the bustling street with his good hand in his pocket, and a cigarette in his mouth. He was feeling inexplicably down, since the other day, when Vinnie knocked him on his ass, and then Tifa and Yuffie told him about Vinnie and Aerith’s secret relationship.

He sighed, ejecting a plume of blue-white smoke with his breath. He guessed he should be happy for his buddy, finding a pretty girl who liked him, but he just couldn’t shake the feeling of intense repulsion, to the idea of Vincent dating Aerith.

Of course, he didn’t stop to question whether he only felt that way because it was that specific girl, or if he’d feel that way about Vincent dating any girl. He just assumed it was probably because the two really didn’t seem like a good fit, like Tifa and Yuffie said.

As for talking to Vinnie about it…he’d agreed to give it a whack, but this type of thing was just about as far out of his wheelhouse as it got. He’d always been focused on his work, and never got past a date or two with any woman, before he got bored, or went heads-down on a project and forgot about them entirely.

The closest thing he’d ever had to a relationship was with his cradle-to-grave, ride-or-die platonic life-partner Shera. Come to think of it, maybe Shera could help. She had more girlfriends than you could shake a stick at, she had to know more about this shit than he did.

“I have no clue how to talk to heteros, those people are freaks,” she said, when he called her. He could hear thumping music in the background and a crowd whooping and cheering. “All joking aside, if you really think your boy is making a bad decision, you gotta be honest with him about your concerns. But you have to be prepared for him to push back. People don’t like to be interfered with, when it comes to romance. Hang on. Baby, there you are! Are you ready to—yeah, I’m coming, just a sec! Cid? I gotta go. Just be honest, ok? Especially with yourself. Love you. Bye.”

Cid stuffed his phone back in his pocket and leaned on a nearby wall, puffing disconsolately on his cigarette. As he did, he happened to glance over and catch a flash of golden-blonde hair, across the street. Sure enough, it was Cloud. He was typing on his phone, and it was too far to call out to him, so Cid kept smoking his cigarette and waited.

When Cloud looked up, Cid tried to wave to him, but the young man was directly accosted by a group of scantily clad women, and didn’t see him. After brushing the ladies off rather brusquely, Cloud turned around and walked in the door of the place he’d been standing in front of. The Ramblin’ Rose Love Hotel, to be exact.

Cid stood there scratching his head. Now, what would their resident clueless virgin be doing going into a shady-ass place like that? Usually folks brought hookers back to those places, but he just couldn’t see Cloud doing something like that.

So…he must be meeting someone. Damn. Was there something in the water? Everyone seemed to have the spring fever, all the sudden.

Cid flicked his cigarette butt away and walked off down the street, about ten seconds before an extremely tall and broad-shouldered man, in a large, black, hooded overcoat, came up the street and entered the Ramblin’ Rose Love Hotel.

Oblivious to any potential pursuers, Vincent and Aerith once again departed the group’s hotel, in one another’s company. Aerith had the ingenious idea of renting a room in a karaoke bar, which was both private enough that they could talk freely, and not so private that it would cause proper old man Vincent to panic, and so that was where they went.

Presently, they were seated on the long, red couch, under the disco lights and the colorful illumination of a neglected video screen, proclaiming ‘Mega Karaoke!’ in big, bright letters, interrupted by an animation of dancing microphones, every few minutes.

“Today’s lesson: talking,” Aerith announced.

Vincent crossed his arms. “I know how to talk.”

“How many words have you said to him—”

“Thirty-three.”

“—today.”

“Oh. I thought you were going to say this week. Today…two.”

“Bearing in mind that grunting does not count as a word.”

“…”

“That’s what I thought. Here’s what the sisters and I think is the core of the issue, Vincent. You are the type of person who doesn’t talk much, due to a whole big ball of social anxiety and self-esteem issues. However, you are also the type of person who is extremely good looking, and because of that, other people don’t see you as the awkward anxiety-ball you are. Your weirdness actually makes you seem aloof and a bit cold. Like you don’t care about anyone or anything. We think that may be hindering your progress with Mr. Highwind.”

“I seem cold?”

“Yeah, kinda. I mean, not to me, because I understand how you are, but to other people.”

Vincent scowled and hid in his cloak. “I don’t know how to not seem cold. I tried your advice, and I couldn’t do any of it right. Maybe I’m better off not trying to connect with another human. I only make a terrible mess of things.”

“No, no, no, don’t give up, now!” Aerith urged. “We’ve made so much progress!”

“I frightened him, injured him, and nearly burned the hotel down, trying to bake cookies. How is that progress?”

“It’s personal growth! Getting out of your comfort zone and trying something new is the hardest thing in the world, and you did it. Whether or not things work out with Mr. Highwind, I’m really proud of you. And I’m grateful to have got the opportunity to know you, and become your friend.”

“I…I am, as well. Even if the advice hasn’t quite panned out, you encouraged me to come out of my shell. More than that, you made the effort to get to know me, when everyone else is either afraid of me, or doesn’t think I’m worth their time. You are a good person, Aerith. I am truly grateful for your friendship.”

“Awwwww, Vincent!” Aerith laughed, then she burst promptly into tears and threw her arms around him.

Just as she did, the door to their karaoke booth banged open. They both leapt to their feet, only to see Cloud stumbling backward into the room, looking very much like he’d been pushed by someone in the hall.

“Cloud?” Aerith said.

“Gah!” Cloud yelped, spreading his arms out in front of the open doorway, as if to hide someone. “I can explain! It’s not what it looks like!”

The other two looked past him, then back at him. The hallway was empty. If there had been another person there, they had already vanished.

Sensing their confusion, Cloud turned and peered out the door, then stepped all the way in, letting it swing shut behind him. “Aerith? Vincent? What are you two doing here?”

“Us? What are you doing breaking into other people’s booths and acting like a lunatic?” Aerith countered. “Who were you with? Why were you trying to hide them?”

“N—no one. I wasn’t with anyone,” Cloud said, laughing nervously. “I was just…I was talking to the waitress, and I tripped. And fell into the door.”

Aerith and Vincent both crossed their arms.

“You tripped,” Vincent said dubiously.

“And fell into the door,” Aerith said, even more dubiously.

Cloud nodded. “Yep. Yes. That’s what I did. You know me. Clumsy Cloud.”

“It was closed all the way,” Vincent pointed out. “How did you turn the knob while tripping into it?”

“I must’ve grabbed it to stop myself. You know, it’s all kind of a blur. Just out of curiosity, are you guys here by yourselves, or are there, like…other people from the group lying in wait, nearby?”

“Lying in wait?” Aerith asked. “What are you, on the lam?”

“You’re behaving strangely,” Vincent observed. “As if you have something to hide.”

“No, no, it’s nothing like that,” Cloud assured them. “I was just, uh. Startled. To run into you guys, out of nowhere. Also, you never answered my question. What are you doing here?”

“Karaoke,” Vincent said grimly.

“Obviously. What else would we be doing at a karaoke bar?”

Cloud squinted doubtfully at Vincent. “You sing?”

Vincent’s crimson and gold Chaos eye glowed ominously in the disco-ball lighted half-dark. “Yes.”

“Vincent happens to have a lovely singing voice, not that it’s any of your business,” Aerith sniffed. “But you’ll have to hear it some other time. We were just leaving.”

Cloud looked back and forth between them, then crossed his arms. “Wait a minute, is there something going on betw—”

“Think carefully before you finish that sentence,” Vincent warned, laying his hand on Cerberus.

Aerith put her hands on her hips. “Vincent, what did we say about violence as a first resort?”

Vincent sighed and took his hand off the gun. “Only when they have it coming.”

It was fortunate that he didn’t have his hand on his weapon anymore, because at that moment, the door banged open again, and two people burst in, one of them shouting, “Ahhh-ha!”

Cloud, Aerith, and Vincent all turned, to see none other than Tifa and Yuffie. Both young ladies stopped short, looking confused, and Yuffie dropped her pointing finger.

“What are you doing here?” Tifa asked, meaning Cloud.

“Karaoke,” all three answered in unison.

Yuffie squinted doubtfully at Vincent. “You sing?”

“We’ve already been through this, Vincent has a lovely voice, et cetera,” Aerith cut in. “What are you two doing here, now?”

“Also Karaoke,” the two newcomers answered.

Vincent looked around at the group, from behind his collar. “This situation is ridiculous. I’m leaving,” he said, and walked past them, out the door.

“Yeah, me too,” Cloud added, following him. “D—does anyone know if the doors on these rooms lock?”

Back at the hotel, Vincent ran into Cid—not literally, this time, he’d learned his lesson about that—coming down the path, in front of their rooms. He winced at seeing Cid’s arm still in the sling and lowered his head, thinking to let the man pass by.

“Hey, Vinnie, there y’are!” Cid said affably. “Feel like a drink?”

Vincent nodded, as an intense feeling of relief welled up in him, to find his friend behaving normally. “Yes. Yes I do.”

“I never seen him with anyone, so I can’t say who he mighta been meetin’ there,” Cid was saying, after they’d been seated at the hotel bar, with tumblers of whiskey in front of them. “It ain’t the kinda place you bring a respectable lady.”

“He can’t have stayed more than a couple of hours,” Vincent said. “I just saw him at the Mega Karaoke, acting very strangely.”

“Uh. Mega Karaoke?”

“Yes.”

Cid squinted doubtfully at him. “You sing?”

“No. Aerith and I went there to…talk about something, privately. Which did not work out, at all. Somehow, nearly everyone we know arrived and barged into the room, during that one hour.”

“Y—you went there to talk privately, with Aerith?”

“Yes.”

Cid swallowed the rest of his whiskey in one go. “So, speakin’ of Aerith. There, uh…there anything you wanna tell me?”

Vincent froze, with his hand on his glass. How the hell did Cid know what he’d been talking about with Aerith? Did someone overhear them, and tattle? He wouldn’t have thought so, a week ago, but the bizarre behavior of their group in the past few days had him feeling like they were all in a slapstick comedy, set in a high school. Well. Fuck it. If Cid already knew, there was no point attempting to deny it.

He nodded slowly. “There is something I want to tell you. But I don’t think this is the right place to talk.”

About ten minutes later, they were strolling through the completely deserted hotel garden, which no one but Vincent ever used at night, chiefly because it was very dark and a little creepy.

“So, here’s the thing about relationships,” Cid said, much to Vincent’s relief, as he had no idea how to open such a topic. “Sometimes, just cause someone’s good lookin’ and fun to talk to, don’t mean the two of you’d be any good together. Ya gotta be sure it ain’t just, like…infatuation. Those kindsa feelings go away pretty quick. If you act on ‘em, before you’re sure it’s more than that, people could wind up gettin’ hurt.”

“But what if you’re sure it’s more than a passing infatuation?” Vincent asked. “What if you know it?”

Cid puffed thoughtfully on his cigarette. “Even then, there’s people who’s good for each other, and people who ain’t. Like, say, people who are different ages and got different kinds of lives. They likely ain’t a good fit, in the long run. No matter how good it feels at the beginning, one day, those cracks’ll start showin’.”

“I disagree,” Vincent said flatly.

Cid blinked. “Ya do?”

“Yes. I don’t think things like being the same age and having the same life experience are all that important, in the grand scheme of things. The important thing is finding a person who…who feels like the missing part of you. Like you could spend every day with them, forever, and never get tired of them. When you find that person, it isn’t something to take lightly, or to give up on, just because of what might happen in the future, or because of what others might think.”

“Shit. The missing part of you…” Cid trailed off, looking dazed. “Ya really feel that way?”

Vincent took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Yes. I do. I’ve felt that way for a while, but…I didn’t know how to tell you.”

“I guess if that’s how ya feel, then that’s that.” Cid flicked his cigarette away and pushed his hands back through his hair, then rubbed them together in an agitated manner. “Look, I’ll always support ya, Vinnie, and I just want you to be happy, so…I’ll learn to accept it. But I might need a little time. I—I can’t talk about this, anymore. I gotta go clear my head. Give Aerith my best.”

With that, Cid walked off, leaving Vincent standing in the inky-black shadows of the hotel garden, alone.

He’d felt the rejection coming, since the conversation started, but he had no idea why Cid should become more upset, the more they talked. Now, it seemed as if he’d lost his best friend, and the man he’d fallen for, all at once. Dejected and disoriented, he went back to his room, shut off all the lights, closed the curtains, and slid under the bed, to try and sleep off the pain.

Cid, meanwhile, was walking briskly, without a destination in mind, unable to shake off the intense feelings of loss and disappointment, that had nearly crushed the air out of his lungs, when he heard Vincent say Aerith was the missing part of him.

Why should hearing his best friend say something like that about a woman be so painful? He had no clue. He only knew he’d had to either escape, or implode, so he chose escape. And drinking. Some things could only be properly examined from the bottom of a bottle. He found a different shithole bar than the shithole bar he and Vinnie had been in, earlier, and opened a tab.

A few drinks in, he wasn’t feeling any better, and was in fact, feeling much worse. All he could think about was Vincent with that pretty, young girl, holding hands and laughing (her laughing, that is, Cid doubted Vincent was capable of such a thing), being ‘together’ the obnoxious way couples are, when the relationship is new.

Tch. When the shine came off that apple, don’t expect ol’ Cid to be around to pick up the pieces. Cause he damn well wouldn’t. He’d be hangin’ out with someone better, who wouldn’t run off after the first pretty skirt that wandered by, and leave their best friend all alone, to nurse his broken heart over a bottle of cheap ass whis—wait a goddamn minute, broken heart?

“Oh,” Cid said, staring wide-eyed into middle distance, as he quickly reexamined everything he believed about himself. “Fuck.”

THE AUTHOR HAS SOMETHING TO SAY

sephiroth: (waiting in the next karaoke booth) that little brat better get his ass in here soon

sephiroth: ...

sephiroth: i can't believe they don't have "i'm just a girl" what the fuck kind of place are they running

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everything-redacted00 · 1 year ago

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Cookies And Love<33

Tags: @no-see-um-incorrect @themeridian @star-sheeps @angelcactus @weepingredwillow @winnie07 @vind3miat0r @irrelevant-system @antipasto-the-theif

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Freelancer was baking cookies when they heard the door click along with a “freelancer I’m home”

“We’ll hello there Deviant you come around here often, I would hope so because it smells delicious what are you making?”

“I’m made cookies Gavin there ready if you want one they might be hot tho” “their not the only hot thing in here deviant” “oh fuck off”

“oh come on you ran right into that one and you know that, now how about we go and watch a movie”

“That sounds fun what movie do you wanna watch?”

“I was taking to the cookies but I guess you can come too”

Gavin picks up the plate of cookies and walks off

Freelancer stares at him as he leaves thinking about how lucky they are to have him but soon follow

“how nice of you to join us here *gavin puts the cookies in the table* sit down”

“How was your day you had that presentation to do in your damn 101 class how was that?”

“it was good the guy I was supposed to present it with wasn’t even there but other than that it was good”

Freelancer and Gavin cuddle up to watch their movie and a few minutes pass bye the cookies are gone now courtesy of Gavin

“Hold on freelancer I’ll be right back” “oh ok be quick your favorite part is coming!”

———-Freelancer’s inner monologue————

He called me freelancer, he usually doesn’t it’s always “deviant” or “voyeur” is he ok did I do something wrong?

——————-back to outside words—————

Gavin comes back into the room seeming nervous

“hey Gavin are you ok did- did I do something wrong?”

“what no no you did nothing wrong I just”

Gavin pauses looking down at his pocket he hesitates but then gets down in one knee and pulls out a ring in front of Freelancer

“G-Gavin what are you”

“I love you Freelancer you are the light of my life the happiness at the end of my day your the feeling of joy you get when you wake up and there is fresh snow outside.. I love you so I wanted to ask… will you marry me?”

”Gavin I- of course I’ll marry you come here!”

Gavin got up and Freelancer pulled him into a long passionate kiss. His kisses were always warm and sweet they taste like the blue raspberry big gulp at the 7/11 freelancer said it was his signature taste

a minute or two went bye and they finally pulled away from the kiss having to catch their breath

“oh wait I forgot something!” “Freelancer give me your hand”

“Oh ok” freelancer held out their hand and Gavin slipped a beautiful ring on it

“perfect”

“Yeah…. perfect”

“do you wanna continue the movie”

freelancer chuckled “yeah sure” “ya know this is a very romantic movie you picked for a proposal” freelancer teased

“yeah I know now cuddle me menace”

“I love you Gavin”

“I love you too”

they stayed like that for the rest of the night until they both drifted off to sleep

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the end<33

#redacted gavin #redacted fanfic

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writingforfishes · 2 months ago

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worm non-hic-related-ask spam era (because they are nothing if a dorky fanperson at heart who would rather absorb lore than do anything productive irl)

otto n atty are fairly masc presenting

i want to explore that

so i think it's safe to assume that otto, being a cis guy, was raised/socialized as one. and as mentioned it wasn't safe for him to explore the side of him that wasn't heteronormative while he was at home. and when living with mark he didn't seem to behave much differently. did otto ever want to explore femininity (don't correct if that's misspelt i will die) or androgyny? or at least, did that ever cross his mind? benefit of not assigning them to live in a particular region/city/etc, there is the option of them living in a rly queer area and not having to worry abt any weird discrimanatory (discriminatory?) shi in public. if he wanted to behave or present differently, how would that look for him?

similar vein with atty. *pushes up glasses in intersex nerdism* i won't assume that atticus having had top surgery, being on T, and (presumably) possessing a not-dick equates to them having been raised as a girl. like that certainly makes sense but isn't the only way that things can go. if they were tho, they probably already have some experience and opinion of acting/presenting fem, and have obviously explored androgyny & masculinity. do they prefer either of those over fem? would something feel off to them if they wore, like, a dress or something, even if they were still being perceived as and addressed with the correct gender/pronouns? they seem like they would have uh...how do i word this. they have the vibes of being fashionable but not in a trend-following way? like when not asleep or in gremlin-writing-mode, i get the impression they generally wear clothes a step or two above casual/street stuff, but not like a complicated 10+ articles outfit, just a few nice-looking things that they're rly good at putting together and pulling off. they're like a quick-witted, dapper little guy. the gentlethem of all time (in the absence of social anxiety and introvertedness, lol, cuz like same). that whole long fashion bit to say: they seem like they'd be interested in testing fancy outfits in general (emphasis on testing and not always wearing, cuz textile sensitivity is a bitch), and enjoying all forms of clothes makes for a lot more options than trad-masc. idk

this stems from er. the characters i just created for my ~original work hicfics~ both have painted nails and a few different piercings or other jewelries/accessories each. and my brain was like wait a damn minute..would ottocus do anything more than wedding rings? (pls don't say dog tag chains istg) so like what are their individual experiences/thoughts with what society has decided as not-masculinity and if either of them were to experiment with such presentations on their own/with their partner, how would that go?

and if this is like a rly out of left field question u don't gotta deep-dive into it or anythin. idw like pressure u into world-building on the spot ehe...just, uh, if you do already have some form of an answer for this, i would be very interested to hear it :3

sry i just thought of a sillier (hella unhinged) question. feel free to virtually bonk me for this one. so the two of them also don't swear much. idk if that's like an age thing, a you thing, or if they as characters simply prefer not to, but. what do they think abt queer slurs. like the ones they can say. i think if the opportunity arises that atticus deserves to drop one british-cigarette-slang as a treat. ok umm. here u and your bois can have some strawberries or somethin. and i will stop (for today) being cringe now bye

We're gonna do the paragraph-by-paragraph thing again because I can keep track of it better in my brain. |P=paragraph.

|P 1

(after "I want to explore that.")

I honestly think Otto was a marching band nerd or a theatre kid? I might be borrowing too much from the source actor on that. I feel like he was a pretty energized person in his youth (ADHD/-tism?). After being kicked out of the house and in college he probably did express himself in more alternative ways. I hadn't given it that much thought, but I could see him being a neo-90's hippie with a guitar, long hair, and nail polish. Kind of a selfish douche but it's because he was someone who was never allowed to be himself. (And alcohol makes you super douche-y, too.)

He was probably a Philosophy or Religion major (never completed). Super smart but extremely insecure which turned into extreme egoism which was worsened by his drinking to deal with his anxiety and over-activity. I can see him being kind of an asshole and wearing a dress as a lark, but I can also see him wearing something like a broomstick skirt and a t-shirt and sandals. There's a couple of paths I can see him having taken stylistically. I can even see him going into a punk or goth phase at some point, though briefly and pretty quickly snuffed out by his mom.

Ultimately, I think neo 90's hippie dude playing a guitar under a tree in a long skirt with painted fingernails rings truer than all of the other possibilities.

|P 2

Atticus was absolutely raised as a girl. I'm confirming that now. But I like the inclusive thought of intersex individuals. Thank you for including it.

CW: gendered discussion ahead highlighting societal and cultural definitions of masc vs femme (author knows that strict binary gender is created by society and culture and not true to natural expression of gender or non-gender)

And, yes, Atticus is a dapper dude. Being in a relationship with Otto probably brought even more dapper dude-ness out. Otto is a dapper dude, too. You should SEE both of their collections of flat caps, vests, and cardigans! It's like a Newsies fitting room in their closet.

As far as Atticus' thoughts about wearing more feminine things, they didn't begin to welcome back in the possibility of dresses and other femme-coded clothes until they started looking more masc via body and facial hair. It's the contrast visually in the femme and masc social and cultural categories that they wanted to achieve. They love the visual of someone who is hairy and masc presenting in clothes that are seen as feminine in themselves.

They own see-through mesh crop tops (as every queer should, in my opinion, don't at me) and flowy sundresses. But they wear things like that for parties and events. They're more comfortable in gremlin or dapper wear.

|P 3

They do both have wedding rings. I only believe this, because I have no doubt that either Otto knows a metalsmith or was one at some point. I am absolutely certain they have hand-crafted rings that hold some sort of significance from the metal it was crafted.

As far as jewelry, I think Otto probably had earrings (or just one) in his youth/young adulthood. I don't think he wore excessive rings because he used his hands too much for them to feel comfortable. Maybe bracelets or a necklace with some sort of stone on it.

Atticus, a late bloomer in their identity as nonbinary masc, definitely went through the overly abundance ring trend (including a poison ring because, of course!) and all of the 90's jewelry stuff with the chokers and hemp necklaces and yada yada. And if they were anything like me (I mean...) they had their neo 90's hippie phase, too.

We've established that Atticus probably has gauges currently. Otto doesn't really wear much jewelry, though he might have a bracelet or two. He seems like a bracelet guy on the wrist he doesn't wear a watch on.

They do both have watches. They are both very nice watches. They both have more than one watch. It's a clock maker/watch repairer thing.

I haven't really thought of anything specific for their accessory wear, though. This is all just off the top of my head speculation.

As far as thoughts on gender (specifically non-masculinity) and how it would go to experiment with the barriers...hm.

I honestly don't think Otto gave gender expression for himself beyond masculinity much thought before Atty. I mean, yes, he wore skirts and painted his nails and challenged masculinity expectations when he was younger, but I don't think he specifically identified those acts as affront to masculinity but, rather, as an affront to society in general.

I think Otto having Atticus as his partner and meeting other trans people has opened his eyes to gender in a way he never considered. And as a cis man who does not openly present as queer, he probably never had to consider gender. He had some privilege.

There was an article I read decades ago about a cis (this article was written before that term existed) man trying on a dress not as a joke, but as a genuine exploration into wearing clothes assigned to females. He was taken aback by how much emotion he felt when he looked in the mirror and he didn't look pretty. He saw an image that he, and society, defined as ugly and unacceptable. (Please keep the time period in mind for this.)

He actually got emotional. I think he had a friend who was a girl, or his wife, someone socially female to whom he related his shock and emotion. He felt disappointed, even though he didn't identify as female, at how horrible he perceived he looked. He was genuinely upset.

And I believe the female person consoled him and helped him adjust the dress and perhaps fixed his hair, stockings, shoes, makeup, whatever it was that was included in this little social experiment. But the idea of someone not actually realizing how traumatic it is to have to wear a costume of a gender when you are not that gender and not "succeed" and have an emotional reaction to that fact is very intriguing. (In addition, the gendered costume is that of the most criticized and judged gender for not looking a specific way, especially back then.)

I like to think that Otto experienced something similar to this experiment when deciding to explore femme clothing for some sort of queer event and felt these emotions that were so surprising and powerful that he didn't want to leave the house. I like to think that Atticus and Margie and Cindy helped him deal with those emotions and to understand where they came from. I also like to think he started to understand the discomfort of trans people when society tells them what gender is and that they don't fit where they feel most comfortable and might never fit no matter how hard they try. (Which hits me, specifically, the 5'0 nonbinary masc with not enough whiskers to cause any question to people calling me 'she' pretty darn hard. Thus, Atticus would definitely have that reaction as well.)

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HAHAHA. I thrive and perish in deep-dive answers and on-the-spot world building.

|P 5

They don't swear all that much. I dunno. That might be a generational thing. They swear when they feel it appropriate. Working retail has also beaten punctuational swearing out of me. But I do appreciate (unless it's a specific character trait) dialogue that isn't bogged down with swearing. This can be, and has been, done well in comedies and dramas. But for everyday life I guess they just don't find it necessary? I'm not sure I have a better answer than that except it might be generational.

As far as reclaiming queer slurs, maybe if Atticus was really riled up or feeling incredibly angry or confrontational, they would claim the small twig one. But it would have to be a pretty specific situation of which I don't know what would look like. Neither one of them are from a queer history where the word was used conversationally or affectionately. Atticus missed a lot of queer culture by discovering themselves later in life. They weren't a spunky butch kid. They were an introverted girl-thing who didn't understand why sex was so important and really liked Star Trek. They only became spunky after realizing and becoming who they were, so they haven't had much practice owning that confidence. Though they have much more than me. Another idealized part of Atticus that I've given them in addition to the killer body hair and mustache.

:looks up at tower of text:

Does this do anything?

#hiccups asks #not hiccups related #otto and atticus #otto and atticus lore #gender discussion #body hair envy #generational differences #i just wanna look masc enough to wear dresses and not look feminine #but of course a few mesh crop tops #i held my pee in to write this #adhd siblings you get me #minors dni #18+ mdni #non kink blogs do not reblog #this is still a kink blog

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dlishus05 · 1 year ago

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Ch. 6 Liquor and thoughts

Once we got into the car he turned on his music full blast and took off to the bar. It was a long drive but it was a good hiding place the boys picked out. Once we reaches the bar I ask “ can i have my keys back so i can get my stuff out of my truck?” Dean threw the keys at me and and said “hurry up and meet us inside”. I decide to stick around since they are more experienced hunters. ‘Maybe it won’t be so bad, i need people anyways might as well stick around.’

I went over to the truck and decided to change my shirt,put on a tank top, and touch up my makeup. I lock the truck and go in with the boys. I go inside and see them instantly, i holler at them and their eyes went wide once they saw me. You blush a bit from flattery and you walk over and sit in between them. “We’ll have a round of vodka shots please’’ you say. “You look good” Sam says “thanks, hush hey i was wondering since were cool now would it be okay if i went to my hotel room tonight?’’ I say “uhh…. I guess so” dean says. About that time the bartender brings the shots and you down yours and say bye to the boys.

“hold on we need to make plans for tomorrow and ask you a few questions.” Sam says. “Ugh okay ask away” you say. Sam gets out a little notepad and a pen “okay who all do you know hunterwise? What all do you know how to kill?” Sam asks “ oh ok, um so far I know you guys and Bobby Singer, he was the one who told me about this case. I’ve known him for a long time and he had helped me pick up hunting, He has looked after me since my parents Are dead, he is like a bonus dad.” You say. “Why would Bobby send us on the same case?” Sam asks dean. “I don’t know Sammy maybe it s to make here more social, hoe am i supposed to know?” Dean says. “ wait what?! Your kidding me, hey would Bobby do this to me?” You ask ‘does he not trust me?’ You think. “Ill be back i have a call to make!” You yell “damn she sounds pissed” Sam states. “Yeah no shit Sherlock” dean remarks.

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R/n: i am working on it, their slowly getting out there. Please ask if you want to be on tag list.

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bichaels · 11 months ago

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🆒 pinned

hi. my name's reagan. in other spaces i go by milque.

i use he/him, irls can use he/her

im the world's okayest artist and a beginner writer. my favorite thing in the world is the drawn to life series, and my favorite character of all time is circi. i really like circi :) . i also like other stuff. ask me!

i make an effort to tag everything for easy perusal. here are some cool tags to check out:

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shoot me a dm, or shoot me an ask and ill dm you from there. no promises ill be fast, but itll be good quality!

final notes:

the things i sometimes rb + put in tags are reflective of my raunchiness and lowbrow humor, which is to say that this blog is often nsfw in nature. i wont reblog porn or be (overtly) horny on this blog but i wont tag nsfw textposts and crude memes. its all good if you interact @ 18+ but be mindful if you're younger, maybe view from a distance? ty

i hate shipscourse. just dont harrass people, dont send death threats, curate your internet experience, tag your goddamn shit. good god.

if we're mutuals: no need to tag anything on your part. also we're locking arms and skipping into a flower field. this is mandatory.

let me know if i need to tag a post w/ #long post. im usually on mobile and dont notice if a post is too long cus theyre autocut on my dash (while theyre not on desktop)

i'll only check your dni if i intend to send an ask/reply or follow, LOL i literally couldnt be damned otherwise

a horrible being named Employment has me in its chains monday-friday, 7-5. it sets me free for enrichment for the rest of the time. i wont reply otherwise. sorry.

ok bye!!

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borathae · 7 months ago

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Chapter 4

ooh looks like he is a gentleman

You can see it in the way he looks at his knees ever so often. dont tell me he slept

HE DID AHAHAH PLS this is peak comedy for me, idk i had this image of "ooh mysterious ancient being, must find sleep, and other stuff as something for the weak", basically a grandpa on him. (i see yoongi like that from reading the drabbles, but now that im reading it, tae felt like that in 1st chapter lol)

Of course not, I was merely resting my eyes” ofc i believe you, u were having a meditating/communicating with your ancestors moment

As if he doesn’t even notice his hand touching you the way it does. STOP I LITERALLY DIE EVERYTIME THIS HAPPENS WHEN IM READING LIKE AAAAAH *bites, slaps, giggles, fans myself, pretends to be dead soo much ah

Your chest heaves up and down in a heavy breath, your legs parting slightly. sis is gone already. mood

Come go with me. I SAID I HAVE NO TIME HEE HEE

Taehyung placed his hand on your thigh instead. OH NO HE IS GETTING DANGEROUS

Your nails dig into the edge of the seat, her: (literally made it, if only i had this devotion in my studies 😭)

Taehyung’s delight as another smirk washes over his face. He stops moving, the only sensation he allows you to feel is his big, warm hand against your inner thigh SDTOP I CANT HANDLE HIS ASS I CAN ALREADY IMAGINE THE FAKE GUM CHEWING AAAH

Tapping on your inner thigh rhythmical AAAAH WE MUST STAY FOCUSED BROTHER

Stay, fellow, I can read. I DOUBT I CAN IM LOSING MY SANITU

“Are you alright?” he rasps DO U THINK IM OK?????

My master’s. THAT FAST?? really said wanna see some speed?

You whine at the loss of touch, pulling at his necktie. PULLING NECKTIE WWWOOOO IM SQUIRTING

The door, which normally always squeaks, opens silently when Taehyung opens it mythical being or has strict parents pt 3 (pt 2 during the date)

I want to devour you.” yn my love, what if he actually does 😭(missed the vore tag on ao3 once and i have ptsd from that)

You’ll probably call me crazy but I named all of my houseplants after famous painters TAE MOVE UR ASS, SHE'S MINE WE ARE MARRIED BYE

Just mere seconds ago it felt like he wanted to devour you whole and now here he is, as patient as ever. i take that back, we can be a throuple

I didn’t even hear you come outside mythical being or has strict parents pt 4

It’s one of those weirdly dishonest smiles again. maybe he is in lactose intolerant and is worried destroying ur toilet with the volcanic diarrhea

It makes you look so perfectly alive." THATS EXACTLY WHAT A VAMPIRE WOULD SAY. i would have said that tho lol

I guess you are right. What a silly thing for me to say." OFC ITS VERY SILLY CUZ U IS MR.DRACULA

“Actually this is just a myth some misogynistic doctors made up in the sixteenth century to shame women for having sex”, SLAY now marry me

“so enjoy it ___ for as long and as passionate as you can.” THATS WHAT A GRANDPA WOULD SAY or A VAMPIRE

I am glad that you aren’t pretending with me hold ur horses he didnt say he is 95% honest, also the 5% could be more shocking than the 95%

swirling the tea in his cup with a flick of his wrist. LOOK AT DA FLICKA DA WRIST

My dream is to own a really big greenhouse. THE GARDEN IN THE DRABBLE

“you’re not having a heart attack, are you?” damn grandpa is dying (im sorry i had to)

OH SHIT WHATS GOING ON?? did she put some anti-mythical being stuff in the tea?

0-100 real quick

she is so cute im feeling it soo well, you wrote those parts well. it made me feel like im intruding them

Throw it on the floor *starts throwing it back Tae: i meant the tie me: oh sorry, silly me

that wasnt me, that was the demons bye

He has a really nice spine, my bestie to me - your spine is ... um how do i put it to words, spines very well. i will definitely count them for anatomy 💀💀LIKE STOP AT LEAST ITS BETTER COMPARED TO 4TH GRADE

thankfully Taehyung can’t read minds because this was one silly thought. you sure about that? u sure about that??👀👀

OH MY GOD HE IS IRRESISTIBLE LIKE STOP JUST AAAAH

Dearmotherofchrist what the hell? Okay, goodbye cruel world this is how you will die. PLS 😭😭

This is madness. Heaven. ME AT YOU POOKIE

besides, we have many more occasions to practice your stamina SUCH A TEASE AAH

im sick and feeling cold. guess who isnt cold anymore cuz they are reading a smexy, gobsmacking as usual smut by THE MOMMY, SIBI?? ME YALL. a hoe(mentally) doesnt get cold, until they get runny nose.

don’t rip it because this cost like forty bucks” WE LOVE REALISTIC SMUT HERE

He scissors them, fucking in and out of you slowly. His teeth craze over your nipple before he bites down. poeple died sir I DIED

During class, on the bus, whilst talking to people. same here girly pop, relatable after reading smut

watching you be like this drives me crazy I AM CRAZY

me: i hope i dont fall him: he praises me: ana oop

It is a stupid name, but it has never been more accurate than tonight. no it aint stupid when true af

"Hold me"..“That’s it, draw me in deeper. Keep me there” bye i will be jumping off the cliff(my bed's name)

seven matches this soo well, cuz its sexy but very romantic

that was too hot until u think (wait this is bts songs in a nutshell)

oh boi tae is just trying feel humanity, life, and the whole "live in the moment", "yolo" by asking to hold closer and feel what she is feeling

horny - sad real quick. (bts albums and playlists be like)

Sex is merely a wonderful byproduct from being with you. You have truly bewitched me, body and soul” this is too good holy fuck

reminds me of blood sweat and tears lines and the whole mood is hold me tight

they are soo cute, being all warm and cozy with each other.

shitting tears as we speak bye,

the emotions were emotioning, smut smuting (do i even have to say about this anymore lol) i love how your smut isnt just focused on sexy parts, emotionally, yes very much connected and love it and also shows other parts, like its soo easy to have the entire view from pillow to toes, with lil frames with focused parts.

now that we still havent seen 2seokkook, its making more nervous like

EXCUSE ME??GOOGLE JUST VIOLATED ME 💀

this is actually so funny HAHHAHAH he is always acting like such a well-put mysterious man and then he is sleeping in class BHAHAHAHAH

this is so valid HE IS SO HOT LIKE SIR PLEASE FADNFDSN

the gum chewing pisses me off with any other person BUT ITS SO HOT WHEN HE DOES IT LIKE PLEASE KEEP DOING IT SIR IMMA SUCK YOUR COCK

You whine at the loss of touch, pulling at his necktie. PULLING NECKTIE WWWOOOO IM SQUIRTING

jajdfj valid.

I want to devour you.” yn my love, what if he actually does 😭(missed the vore tag on ao3 once and i have ptsd from that)

NO BUT WHAT IF??? oh god hahhaha I feel you I once missed the impregnation tag and actually triggered myself when he started speaking about putting babies in her like BACK OFF ILL BITE YOUR BALLS OFF

It’s one of those weirdly dishonest smiles again. maybe he is in lactose intolerant and is worried destroying ur toilet with the volcanic diarrhea

PLEASE hhahahhaha this would be so iconic of him tbfh

“Actually this is just a myth some misogynistic doctors made up in the sixteenth century to shame women for having sex”, SLAY now marry me

he is SO HOT I need him to fuc-

My dream is to own a really big greenhouse. THE GARDEN IN THE DRABBLE

👀👀👀👀

OH SHIT WHATS GOING ON?? did she put some anti-mythical being stuff in the tea?

THAT IS A VERY GOOD QUESTION INDEED

LISTEN. don't judge me but I genuinely think that spines (inside the body where they're supposed to be) can be so sexy like if someone has a nice spine I just wanna trace and lick and kiss and touch it like-

thankfully Taehyung can’t read minds because this was one silly thought. you sure about that? u sure about that??👀👀

THE RIGHT QUESTION INDEED

im sick and feeling cold. guess who isnt cold anymore cuz they are reading a smexy, gobsmacking as usual smut by THE MOMMY, SIBI?? ME YALL. a hoe(mentally) doesnt get cold, until they get runny nose.

I gain ten years of life each time one of you calls me Mommy HAHHAHA like yes I am indeed mother HFAHDSF

don’t rip it because this cost like forty bucks” WE LOVE REALISTIC SMUT HERE

BAHHAHAHAH I LOVE REALISM

me: i hope i dont fall him: he praises me: ana oop

BITCH (affectionate) SAME HOLY FUCK praise works so well with me like it got me thinking about the person for the next five weeks for real

oh boi tae is just trying feel humanity, life, and the whole "live in the moment", "yolo" by asking to hold closer and feel what she is feeling

*sobs*

reminds me of blood sweat and tears lines and the whole mood is hold me tight

OMFG I LOVE THIS THANK YOU

shitting tears as we speak bye,

hahahhaa shitting tears jfadsjf

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SAYING THIS!!! that's exactly what I want most of my smut to be for 😭😭😭

#asks: sanguis alpha #asks #minusback #tw: long post #tw: blood

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angst3njoyer · 11 months ago

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ok folks, lets do this one last time. (bad spiderverse reference)

♡ MAIN THINGS ♡

❥ the name is ena, well i don’t care what names you decide to call me, as long as it’s respectful. i don’t care what pronouns you give me, i don’t know if im a fan of masculine pronouns but do what you want, ig.

❥ i am a minor and id rather not be sexualized. especially if your not joking, however, if you are close, a friend, or someone I do take a liking to, your free to make jokes just.. don’t go too far.

❥ im a massive cars fan at the moment, cars 2 sucks and im planning to do a rewrite (there are so many things wrong with it, both the rewrite and the og movie.) I love all the radiator springs townies, and they're my favorite characters.

❥ i don't know what my deal is anymore, i feel feminine but don’t mind appearing masculine i think, also, not completely sure but ive been questioning whether i have some sort of neurodivergency or something.

❥ i love gacha, i don’t care whether your a fan of it or not, but for the love of god don’t be disrespectful or hate on my page just because it’s something you dislike. just be fucking respectful, please, because i don’t have the time or the energy to deal with some snotty 10 year old who makes "sigma" youtube shorts for a living.

❥ i love mater, not in cars 2 for various reasons (not the reasons you think, like other cars fans do, who think he’s stupid or some shit), but i do really love him, he means a lot to me.

♡ DNI + BOUNDARIES ♡

❥ i dont want people tagging my stuff as a ship if i dont want them to. also, please don’t ship any of my characters/au characters if i don’t want you to. just don’t/srs

- DNI -

❥ dni if you are a bigot, proshipper, homophobe, transphobe, terf, zoophile or a zoophile supporter (actually go fuck yourself/srs), gacha hater, furry anti, neopronoun + xenogender anti, frans shipper, any undertale fan who excuses the most horrid ships by saying "it’s my au!", ableist, "you can headcanon this character as _ because they aren’t _", people who make fun of adults or anyone who still like children’s shows, plushies, etc, anyone negative really or anyone who discriminates against people who they deem are "weird"

that’s it, damn, that was short. bye!

#pixar cars #cars pixar #tow mater #intro post #frans anti #fuck frans #gacha community #proshippers dni #fuck you all #idgaf what your purpose for proshipping is just get the actual fuck away from me and my characters #i hate you guys #sorry for the rant but i had to get it out #gacha antis dni #gacha fandom #y’all are safe on my page #except for gacha heaters or whatever the fuck they’re called

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bteezxyewriter12 · 2 years ago

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Soulmate/ 8

Pairing- Hobi x Named Reader

Word count- 2k

Includes- Angst, giving birth

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J POV

Namjoon has been gone for four weeks

He calls and facetimes me everyday but I'd rather have him here

Instead my mom flew here from New York, to stay with me while he's away

She had a few things to say about him not being here but I just told her to stop

I really can't hear this now

The baby's due date is in a few days and I'm absolutely terrified

Hopefully she's on time and it's not as bad as I think it's gonna be

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Kiara is due on September 15

On September 14th my water breaks

While I'm food shopping with my mom

"Uh mom?", I call her

She's down the aisle and turns to me

She sees my pants are wet

She must see the fear on my face

"It's time!", she shrieks in the middle of the supermarket, "Vamonos!"

She grabs me and I say, "Uh shouldn't we tell someone to clean that?"

"No! They'll clean it! Vamonos!", she insists, ushering me out

She drives me to the hospital using the GPS while I call the doctor

When we get there my mom starts speaking rapid spanglish to the nurse

Of course the nurse speaks to her in Korean

My mom turns to me, "What did she say?"

I roll my eyes then speak to the woman in Korean, "I'm having a baby. My water just broke."

"Ah ok. This way.", she says leading me to a room and tells me the doctor will be in soon

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Fifteen hours later, the baby is still not out

And I'm in a lot of pain

"Ahhhh", I scream as more contractions come

Even with the epidural it hurts like hell

"It's ok. It's ok, soon it'll be over.", My mom says try to comfort me

"Yeah sure.", I say through gritted teeth, "Fuck!"

The doctor comes in for the millionth time and checks me

"Ok you're ready. We're going to take you to the delivery room"

I say bye to my mom outside the delivery room

They won't let anyone in with me except the father

Who is supposed to be here but isn't

He said he would try to come

I called and texted him but he didn't answer either

I called the studio to ask the manager if he can get a hold of him

He said he couldn't

I texted Yoongi to ask him to try to get in touch with Namjoon, that they baby is coming

But he couldn't either

So here I am

About to go into the delivery room

Alone

Again

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"Push!", the doctor repeats

I scream and push as hard as I can

I've been in this damn room for two hours, in pain and pushing to get her out

I'm crying and upset

Upset she won't come out

Upset that I'm alone

Upset because I want Namjoon

But even more upset because I want Hobi

I want him here with me

Hobi would make sure he was here

He would never leave me alone

God my life is fucked

"C'mon Joanne push"

"I can't", I cry, tears running down my face. "I'm so tired."

"You have to. For your daughter", the doctor encourages

Tears are blinding me and I'm exhausted but I summon the strength to push

I let out a long scream and push

I'm breathing hard and the pain is so intense

"Her head is coming. Push!", the doctor shouts

I grunt and push again

"One more! One more and shes out!"

I take a deep breath, push as hard as I can and yell

I feel the pain stop and I collapse on the bed

I hear the wail of a baby a few seconds later

I feel something on my chest and I look down and see my girl

My beautiful baby girl

With her head full of black hair

I love her at first sight

"Hi Kiara" I whisper to her, "I love you my baby girl."

I hold her little hand and stroke her hair.

"Joanne, we have to take the baby for her check up. We're setting up your room in the delivery unit and we'll bring her there in a little bit"

I nod

I don't want to let her go, but I do

I watch them take her away

Namjoon never came

And I just cry

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Kiara was born on September 15, at 5:30 am

Later on that day the nurse brings Kiara to my room and my mom gets to see her first grandchild

She's in love too

The nurses spends the day coming in and out of the room showing me how to care for Kiara

She also helps me breast feed Kiara and man that hurts

I also get a few visitors

A few friends from work and Yoongi

"She looks just like you", he says smiling

"Yeah but she has some Namjoon in her too. I hope she gets his dimples", I laugh

Yoongi is hilarious because he'll look at Kiara in her little bed but when I asked him if he wants to hold her, he backs away shaking his head

A few hours later I have my last visitor

Hobi walks in

And my heart soars

He has a stuffed wolf with a balloon.

"Hi Jo. Uh this is for Kiara", he says handing it to me

"Thanks Hobi.", I say trying not to cry

My mom looks at Hobi and at me

She walks out, leaving us alone

"So she's finally here.", He says walking to her crib, looking at her

He smiles his beautiful smile and says, "Hi Kiara. I've been waiting to meet you."

He says to me, "Shes beautiful Joanne. She looks just like you."

"Yeah everyone has been saying that", I grin, "Do....uh do you wanna hold her?"

"Yea if it's ok?"

"Of course", I nod

He gently picks Kiara up and holds her

He walks over and sits across from me on the bed

He's looking at her so lovingly then looks at me smiling

When he looks back down at Kiara, I burst into tears

Hobi looks up alarmed, "Jo are you ok?"

But I can't say that

How can I say I wish he was Kiara's father?

How can I say this is how it was supposed to be, him here with me, holding his baby?

How can I say that I miss him so much, that I'm still so in love with him, that I want to be with him?

I can't

Kiara isn't his

This isn't the way it was supposed to be

I can't tell him I love him, he's moved on and doesn't love me anymore

That this is just reminding me of something I can never have

But instead I say, "Yea I'm ok, just happy and honestly it's probably just hormones."

He laughs and I didn't realize how much I miss the sound

"Yea you must be exhausted", he says

"I think I'm past exhausted that I'm not even tired right now"

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be"

There's a short silence between us

I break it

"So uh, how's Hae doing? You guys got any big plans?", I ask as my heart breaks

"Oh uh no. Actually I broke up with her months ago. You didn't know?"

He broke up with her?

Why?

It doesn't matter anyway

I have a baby now and have to focus on her

"I'm sorry. You know I don't follow all that social media or the news", I answer

"Yeah right. I forgot. But yeah it just wasn't working out. I've been single since then and I'm fine with that."

"Oh um congratulations?"

He laughs, "Thanks I guess. How's Namjoon? Did he make it?"

I look down, upset again, "Uh no. He didn't come. I texted and called him and he never answered. Even after the delivery I checked my phone and nothing. He doesn't even know she was born. I texted him and called again to tell him but he didn't answer. I sent him a picture of her but he didn't respond so I don't know if he saw it."

"Seriously? He didn't even call you? How can he not be asking about his baby?", Hobi says angrily

"It's ok. I mean he did say he may not be able to make it. It's fine.", I force myself to say

I can't make Namjoon care about his baby or me

I've given up trying

"It's not fine Joanne.", Hobi says upset, "He should be here for you and for her. He should have told his manager to cancel the show or the tour. He shouldn't have gone."

"He's not like you Hobi. No one is. No one can compare to you.", I let slip out before I realized what I said

'Shit, shit, shit' I think

"Um I mean...", I trail off

"It's ok Jo. Uh. I think I should get going."

"Oh uh yea sure.", I say disappointed

He places Kiara back in her bed, comes over and hugs me tight

I miss being in his arms

I miss feeling safe in his arms

"She's beautiful Jo.", he says then he lets me go, "Just like her mom"

He smiles and I smile back

After he leaves, I take Kiara in my arms and hold my baby, tears falling down my face

Her name fits her because she's the only good thing, the only light in my life

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A few days after her birth, Kiara and I were released and my mom drove us home

She's been with us since, helping me a lot

Letting me sleep so I can take care of Kiara at night

Namjoon still has a week and a half before he comes home

He face timed me a few days after Kiara was born

I'm waa way to exhausted to be upset

"Jo, I'm so sorry but I lost my phone. I left it in one of the hotels and one of the staff had to go back and get it. It took a few days for them to fly back there and actually find it, then get it back to me."

"No one else had a phone you could use?", I ask

"I'm sorry. I've been exhausted and just crashing all the time especially after the concerts."

"Ok whatever", I sigh

At least he had a good reason

I guess

"Did you get the picture?", I ask

"Yea she's beautiful Jo. She looks just like you."

"She has some of you too", I tell him

"How are you? How is she?", he asks

"I'm ok just really tired. Kady is good during the day but a nightmare at night. She cries and just wants to be held and walked." I tell him, "You wanna see her?"

"Yeah! I do" he says excitedly

"Ok hold on"

I get Kiara from my mom and go sit on the couch.

Then I pick up the phone and hold it to Kiara

"Say hi to daddy Kiara"

"Hi baby! I love you", Namjoon says choking up

I smile as I watch Namjoon look at his daughter

"Daddy will be home soon baby girl", he tells her

"Jo, I'll be home soon to help you and be with Kiara", he says

I nod, "I can't wait Joonie. I miss you."

I actually do

I miss Namjoon a lot

Maybe there is something there

"I miss you too baby. I gotta go but I'll call you tomorrow", he says

"Ok."

"Bye Kiara. Bye Jo"

Maybe this can work with him

#soulmate fic #jung hoseok fanfic #hoseok fanfic #hobi fanfic #jhope fanfic #bts fanfic

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the-ultimate-pie-family · 1 month ago

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"Blood was fighting an old foe a thing he killed centuries ago." Come on, son, hit me harder, "discord bloods father yelled at him. " Come on, son, show your daddy what you got."Discord snapped his fingers, launching blood, but blood stood his ground as his fake skin got cut." You're a strong one. I'll give you that, but are you strong enough to stop me? I'm strong enough discord. I'm your father blood call me dad, "Discord chuckled, mocking his son." You are not a father of mine. That hurts, son, but maybe your girlfriend is corrupting. You embrace your chaos, magic going through your bones, son. Never discord, I'm not like you in no way, shape, or form!!!!! "Blood ran for discord summoning magic fist." Die!!!!!!! "But discord held out vanity by her throat." Vanity? "Blood stopped getting mad." Leave her out of this discord it's between me and you, not her. We'll you see son she's dating you so she has the right to know who brought you in this life. Blood kick his ass you got this, babe. Shut you god slut "Vanity shot one of her fangs in discord left eye has he dropped Vanity" ahh you bitch "discord snapped his finger turning Vanity inside out she dropped half dead" as long im standing she will die son good bye Vanity "discord went to kill Vanity by stomping on her heart" ahhh!!!!!!!! "The ground started to shake as blood chaos, magic, started to spark around him, making change his form to his true form, the forbidden dead god draconequus." That's my son now, "discord fixed Vanity to her normal self, then he stabbed Vanity in her heart with his claws." Vanity!!!!!!!!! "Blood then went full dead god showing nothing but bones and the chaos magic surrounding them as god got launched out of blood." god heal Vanity, i got him."god slid to vanity healing her"

~the battle against a dead god and chaos god will be legendary~

"Blood and Discord fought till discord was dead as god healed vanity completely." That's gonna be sore later. God, how long can blood survive without inside him? Not long, but his chaos magic is in rage mode. Discord won't last long

"Blood was blasting discord in his face nonstop till he was dead vanity got up and hugged blood telling him to stop amd he did stop and fell to his knees" are you ok babe? "Blood asked, worried." I'm fine, babe, thanks to you,"Vanity kissed blood," and by the way, babe, you're looking smoking in this form "blood chuckled" now I can twist around you miss vanity "Vanity blushed as they teleported to their room for a few hours"

Mod pie: god damnit blood you had to lose you cool and change to your true form damn you to heaven. Blood short story is not related to the others for vanity, but blood is now his draconequus form now which I'll have to fix that now

Blood: i wouldn't yet

Tag: @vanitythevantropist

#the ultimate pie family #spotify #mlp #blood vessel of god #vanity #blood #blood the draconequus #vanitythevantropist #discord #mod pie

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plum-pitt · 10 months ago

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not to be that mf on main but like,,,,,

fuck multifandom one shot books, and honestly one shot books in general to some extent.

In this post I pulled out of my ass out of sheer frustration while looking for a fic to read, i will messily lay out my grievances, then make suggestions of what authors could potentially do differently to avoid these issues.

Section 1: Me Angy

First off- the tag and fandom lists on these things are ALWAYS 50 miles long and take up like half the damn page on Ao3, and istg a good amount of the time they’ve got like a single 1000 word chapter and haven’t even been updated in like 2 years

They absolutely destroy filters for things like tags and word count.

like if i’m looking for a longfic to binge read, i don’t need these books of one shots, when i’d maybe be interested in 10% of what’s in it, clogging up my search results.

plus if you’ve got even just one single oneshot in there with an icky tag i’ve filtered out, then i’m never gonna see any of it even if i might’ve actually liked what the rest had to offer!!

The fandoms are also like a whole other beast. God forbid you’re looking for an actual crossover fic between two franchises because sorry bout ur luck there kid, you’re gonna be spending a stupid amount of time weeding out random fandom after random fandom in the filters section just to get rid of these oneshot books and find what you’re actually looking for.

Section 2: Suggestions

If you’re an author just trying to keep your page organized by keeping all your oneshots together somehow, then put them in a series! That way they can all be tagged individually and more people who’d want to read them will be able to find them, and they don’t jack up the filtering system!

Kinda sorta relevant to the conversation too; if you’re making a fic for a franchise with a bunch of different iterations, and you’re don’t necessarily have a specific version in mind when writing it, or perhaps are making an original iteration all your own, then for the love of all that is good, do not put every iteration in the fandom tags.

For example, if i’m looking for say, fanfic of Zelda: Twilight Princess, and you’re writing a Zelda fanfic set in your own version of the Zelda universe. If you tag literally every single game in the franchise that has a fandom tag to its name, then your fic will come up even if it’s not at all what i’m looking for.

Most multi-iteration fandoms of that nature have an overarching tag that looks something like:

*insert random franchise*- and related fandoms

It’s there for a reason! If you’re not sure what version you’re writing for, or you’re making one up, then just use that! It can still be found by anyone scrolling through fics on that general tag, and doesn’t get in the way of readers on the hunt for something more specific.

In Conclusion:

i ain’t trynna be a dick, but some of yall don’t know how to tag and it’s working to both your, and the readers detriment. Thats ok tho! it’s not like there’s a rule book out there that lays out exactly what to do, and thanks to that everyone has subtle differences in how they decide to label their work. i’m just pointing out some minor inconveniences i’ve gone thru as a reader and some possible solutions for authors that could circumvent them.

this is in no way a personal attack on anybody, not sure why anyone would think that it’s literally fanfic tags, but just trynna cover all my bases here. Ok bye

#also irrelevant to the premise of the post #but still a tag tip #if you have ocs in your fic #JUST TAG Original Character(s)#if you wanna specify more characteristics in other tags that’s fine #but ALWAYS keep the plain Original Character(s) tag in there as well #same goes for y/n and reader insert stuff #fanfiction #fanfic #transformative works #Ao3 #ao3 fanfic #ao3 author #goddam this is a mess💀#thoughts from the pit

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