#HIS INNER DOG 💀💀💀

[danthropologie]

Christian Horner via NPR | May 26, 2023

[inkdrinkerworld]

soft dom! remus calls reader a good girl just in like a very casual everyday public scenario and she’s like 😳 and he goes “u ok” and she’s like “no not rly can we go have sex now” 💀

Smut: 18+ only p in v penetration, oral (fem receiving) fingering, I’m a little rusty but I like the way this came out!

“Good girl,” Remus murmurs as you show him your graded paper and you frown. “M’proud of you.”

You’re in the living room, James and Sirius on the love seat as you sit with Remus on his recliner.

“Remus.” You grumble, body hot as his hands slip around you and adjust you in his lap.

“Yes, my love?” You rest your chin on his chest and look up at him through your lashes.

“You can’t just say that.” You whisper, Sirius and James paying you both no mind- they’re used to all this by now.

Remus laughs, lips pressed to your cheek when he calms down. “I’m sorry baby,”

You shake your head, “Can we go to the room?” Remus smirks as you wiggle a bit in his lap.

He spares a glance to Sirius and James, both of them looking comfortable and about ten minutes from sleep. Then he looks back at you, with your pupils blown wide and your near breathlessness.

“You’re incorrigible.” He murmurs, standing his his hands under your thighs- your paper long forgotten in the space you’d occupied.

“You’re dogs!” Sirius calls as you and Remus disappear, a blush taking over your face as Remus kicks your bedroom door shut.

As he lays you down, you can’t help but fidget. Remus looks down at you, his hands trailing your thighs.

“Don’t tease Remmy.” You whine chips bucking into his hands making him smirk.

“I’m not,” he shimmies your skirt and underwear to your ankles, swearing when he finds you soaked already. “Dove, this is a little embarrassing.”

You whine, sitting up on your elbows to watch as he lowers himself to his knees. Remus’ eyes go hungry the minute you part your legs, a swear leaving his lips softly before his fingers slide up your slick.

“Remus please.” You’re breathless already and it makes something more than pride and ego swell in his chest.

Remus doesn’t speed up his actions, he only takes his time in sinking a finger into you. Your hips buck a bit and he has to bite back a laugh as his other hand slings along your torso to keep you still.

“I have to get you ready, dovey. Don’t want you hurting too bad.” God your stomach tightens- you’re not sure how your reserved boyfriend has such a silver tongue but it drives you crazy.

Remus peppers kisses along your inner thigh as he fingers you, adding a second one when you let out a particularly pleased whine.

“Remus I need you.” You cry, hand over your mouth as his fingers push a little deeper, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit.

“You have me, baby.” He doesn’t move a bit, only doubles down his efforts and when he feels the tremble in your stomach, his lips replace his thumb.

Your fingers thread through his hair instantly, holding him in place as your elbows give out under you and your head is flung back.

“Close,” you breathe, it’s more like a harsh puff of the word but Remus hums and pushes his fingers deeper and you let go.

You bite into the heel of your palm, muffling the whine that bubbles out of you. You don’t let Remus waste any more time, pulling him away from your center and closer to your mouth.

“Easy,” he whispers against your lips, amusement colouring his tone. Remus pushes his sweatpants down, his cock springing free and his other hand guides it to your entrance.

“Please, Remmy. Please.” Your hands anchor themselves to his shoulders as he sinks in, your breath caught in your chest.

“Breathe, dove.” His lips trail a path from your jaw to your collarbones, his hips moving only a little as you adjust.

Remus’ hips snap slowly at first, a motion that has you locking your legs around his waist. “More,” you beg and he finds he can’t deny you anymore.

Your belly burns with need, your face tucked away in his neck. Soft puffs of your breath warming his skin.

“Feel so good,” Remus murmurs, kissing your cheek and pecking just by your chin as he sneaks a hand to your clit.

His movements are measured and deep and as you get closer Remus has to put a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet.

“I know baby, I know. Just let go f’me.” He groans, legs quivering a little as he feels the force of your orgasm against him.

You hold onto his wrist as you come, your eyes crossing and back arching off the bed as Remus works you through your high.

He doesn’t take long to finish inside you either, a few sharp thrusts and he’s there, holding your hips still as he rides out his own orgasm.

“Better?” He asks as he pulls out, kissing your chest when you mewl. You nod, reaching for Remus as he reaches into your bedside table for wipes.

“M’right here, dove. It’s gonna be cold okay?” He warns you every time and every time it makes your heart flutter.

After he’s all done cleaning you up, Remus fits you into the sweater he’d been wearing and a clean pair of panties.

“Coming to get something to eat?” He’d leave you in here by yourself if you want to, but he never really wants you alone after.

“Do we have any more of those fruit snacks? The watermelon ones?” You let Remus pick you up, hissing a little as you wrap your legs around him.

“We should, you can also have some of the leftover spring rolls and a soda.”

Sirius looks at you both in faux disgust, James asleep in his lap.

“Dogs!”

[everand1r]

Yeah he’s my boyfriend, he just doesn’t know it yet

I do not know how to summarize this, it’s more crack than anything 💀

A/n: Reader is of a diva. And delusional. Chowder reference in Ace’s part lol

Warnings: I love using commas, reader has no gender or physical traits but is very feminine

Characters: Ace, Idia, Silver, Deuce, Jack, Sebek

Ace

Ace blankly stares ahead, ignoring you once again as you rant about how he just HAS to hold your hand.

He’s flattered really, such a pretty thing like you has taken such a liking to him, but you seem to be lost in your own little world sometimes.

“As my boyfriend it’s only natural-“ “we’re not dating,” pouting, you throw on your best puppy dog eyes.

Ace playfully rolled his eyes, “Oh cmon prefect that’s not gonna work on me.”

Hmph well that didn’t work

Alright then time for plan b

“Hold my hand, NOW!” You shout.

Startled, Ace shakily reaches his hand for yours, before you snatch it and squeeze.

“Gah! It burns!” He whines, gripping onto his arm. Ignoring his protest, you happily wave your interlocked hands, a satisfied smile adorning your face.

“Look everybody! We’re holding hands!” You shout, dragging Ace behind you in the courtyard as onlookers watch you with gazes of confusion and fear.

Idia

“Idiiiaaaaa~” you sang, banging on his door at an ungodly hour in the night. At first you wondered if coming at this time of the night was a good idea, but then you remembered Idia doesn’t really have a solid sleep schedule.

But it’s so quiet, is he ignoring you….? Nah you just gotta bang louder. Said man was currently hiding under his covers, silently begging for the gods to have mercy and hope someone will kick you out. Unfortunately for him, Ignihyde is scared of you.

Eventually he caves and opens his door, and your face practically lights up. “Idia! Oh finally I thought you were going to leave me out here!”

“…what do you want?”

You thrust an object in his hands, “here I need your help with this.” Idia glances down at his hands to see a broken glittery watch. Unimpressed, he glances back up to meet your eyes. “Seriously?” “One hundred percent!” You salute. “You couldn’t have waited till the morning?” “Well I thought about that…” You start, glancing off to the side as you play with your fingers,

“But I just missed you so much! Playing online with you is fun and all but I needed to see you again!”

Feeling his hair heat up, idia looks away. “W-Well you could’ve just asked, no need to bring an excuse,” he mumbled glancing at the watch. “Anyways come on in I’ll fix it for you”

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod you’re gonna hang out with Idia…. In his room! You’re practically foaming at the mouth as you walk in the room and sit down on his bed.

You couldn’t contain the giggles coming out of your mouth as Idia worriedly glances at you from the corner of his eye.

Sighing dreamily, you wonder how this night is going to go. You’re lost in thought, wondering how to get Idia into joining you on the bed before he shoves your newly fixed watch in your hands and throws you out. “Here’s your watch prefect, I’ve fixed it up for you. Goodnight.” He says before the closing the door on you.

Even hermits value their sleep.

You’re left standing there mouth agape before you slowly walk back to ramshackle, a new plan already brewing in your mind.

Mission failed, but don’t worry you’ll get him next time.

Silver

You tap your perfectly manicured nails on your chin as you sit in the courtyard, watching the man who has stolen your heart. Everything about him is perfect. His gorgeous eyes and hair, his smile, that chivalrous personality and those forearms! Ugh he’s perfect.

Groaning you bury your face in your knees. “How am I supposed to go talk to him!?!”

Malleus sits next you, amusedly watching your inner turmoil. “Why not go talk to him child of man? You have expressed your desire to do so to me mutiple times and yet you have not followed through, I am starting to think you’re chickening out as you humans like to say.”

Gasping, you snap your head up. “Chicken??? Oh hornton I am many things but I am no chicken!” You stand up and dust yourself off. “fine I’ll go talk to him.”

Malleus chuckles, “I see no reason to be nervous child of man, silver seems to have taken a liking to you as well.”

The cogs turn in your head as you process his words. Silver likes you? He likes you?! Well uhhh- I mean of course he does! Who doesn’t like you??

With your ego rising to dangerous levels you march over to silver conversing with a few birds near the well.

Clearing your throat to gain his attention, he looks up and gives you a pleasant smile.

“Hello there prefect, did you need something?”

“Yes actually I need you to go on a date with me.” You state matter of factly.

His eyes widen. “A date..?” Nodding you respond, “Yes, with me, at that new cafe in Sage island.”

Clearing his throat he responds “I-I would love to.” You watch as a faint blush dusts his face.

You had that affect on him! Your ego once again shoots through the roof.

���Great! I already made the reservations a while ago so let’s meet up on Friday at 7!”

“When did you do that-“ “Don’t be late!” You hastily interrupt, not wanting to answer that question. Rushing back to malleus you practically scream “He said yes! Ohmygosh malleus you have to help me pick out my outfit! I need something that’ll make him say Oh wow!” “Of course my dear, shall we go now?”

Going on a date with the most dreamy boy at NRC…Oh you hope this isn’t a dream!

Deuce

Vdc practice was more stressful today, with epel lashing out and storming off, deuce following after him.

It’s been awhile since they left. You hoped everything was ok with deuce. Oh and epel too.

Argh I should’ve given vil a piece of mind! Then deuce would’ve fallen for my fearless charm! Your hands slap onto your cheeks while your thoughts spiral.

As time goes on and deuce and epel return, you’re overjoyed! Although that joy doesn’t last long when you find out where they had gone.

“WHYY??” You shout, falling to the ground in despair.

He went on a date with epel? He went on a date with someone that wasn’t you?!

The poor boy was awkwardly watching you spiral right in front of him. He glances towards his group mates behind you for help. Only for them to turn around, seemingly finding the wall so interesting.

Damn

Deuce scratches behind his head, wondering how to console the sobbing mess on the floor (you). “We just uh went to the beach? Nothing happened, we just shouted at the waves..”

That seemed to do the trick

“Oh I knew it!” You spring up. “My plans for our first date aren’t ruined!” “First date? What do you mean by that!?” He sputters.

You ignore him, lost in thought about what date you should go on. Although a Blast cycle date is off the list!

Hmph epel is lucky nothing happened between those two, or he would’ve gone straight into your burn book.

Jack

Recently you’ve been daydreaming,

Daydreaming about jack carrying you in his arms specifically. You sigh once again as you realize he’s never once lifted you up in his arms. He has no reason to

But this shall remain a dream no longer! You were determined to make this a reality, and with you and him both going to Vargas camp, you had your chance.

The day before vargas camp, you relay your plan once again to grim. He does not care.

It’s for the tuna it’s for the tuna it’s for the tuna- grim probably

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Now here you two were, alone, in the woods looking for grim. You had roped that poor little beast into your plan, having him get “lost” while you asked jack to help you look for him.

You had to buy him premium tuna and do his homework for a week but it was so worth it. You think to yourself as you walk alongside jack

Seeing a tree stump ahead, you figured now was the time to put your plan into action.

“Ouch!” You hissed. Jack looked back, only to see you dramatically fall to ground with the worst acting he had ever seen in his life.

“Oooh my ankle, I think I broke it.” you whined.

“I don’t think you could break it by-“ “OOOH THE PAIN!” You interrupt. “I don’t think I can walk any further, I’ll need somebody to carry me.”

“I think you can-“

“Only a strong 6’3, wolf beast man will be able to help me out of this crisis!”

Jack playfully sighed, knowing you’d only continue to cry on the floor until you got what you wanted.

He walks over and lifts you up in his arms. “You’re lucky I like you prefect.” He states, glancing down at you.

Wait what you bluesceeen.

“What’s the matter prefect? You got what you wanted didn’t you?” He smirks.

Averting your gaze you mumble, “I-uh let’s just keep looking for grim.”

You weren’t expecting him to fluster you!

Sebek

All week you’ve been trying to get sebek to spend more time with you. From studying together, to accidentally bumping into him in the halls.

But you didn’t want to ask to spend more time together! You wanted him to come to you! Although nothing has worked so far… ugh how unfair. Who wouldn’t want to spend time with you!

Fine it seems you have to resort to EXTREME measures you internally groan, walking up to him after class.

“Sebek you aren’t busy after school today right? I was hoping you could teach me how to fight using a sword today,” you start, clasping your hands behind your back and rocking on your feet. You hoped you didn’t look too desperate

“Hmph, you’re lucky I don’t have any training today, I’ll meet you in Diasmonia later.”

Oh look how easy that was

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You’ve been practicing outside for quite a bit. Spending time with the knight is always a treat. Getting to stare at his sharp eyes as he focuses on honing his skills, his muscles bulging with each swing- Oh look you fell into the grass and ate shit

“Prefect!” He snapped. “Why ask me to practice sword fighting if you’re not going to pay attention!”

To be honest you didn’t really care for sword training, you could defend yourself just fine, but getting to spend time with Sebek was worth the blood sweat and tears…. Kind of

“Oh I just hate to get my face dirty!” You groan, pouting on the floor. With a heavy sigh, sebek reaches a hand out to you, “Well you’ll get even more dirty sitting on the floor.” with a fast beating heart and warm face you take his hands as he helps you up.

“Come on let’s get you cleaned up-“ He offers, looking back at you only to be met with you staring with a lovesick smile.

Whipping his head back, “Don’t look like that!” He yells. To anyone else he may look mad, but that flushed face tells you otherwise. Smiling, you skip up to him and carefully link your pinky with his. The knight glances at you as you bat your eyelashes at him. Sighing once again, he grabs your hand as you both walk towards Ramshackle. A lovely shade of red coating his cheeks.

Hope you guys had as much fun reading as I did writing this lol

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[kuoukyeee]

Hi! Could you do any Kengan characters and their s/o getting dressed / ready to go to a fancy event! What if they left early to go to a drive in food place.

I chose Gaolang , Lihito and Wakatsuki. Let me know if you want me to do other characters!

Gender neutral

Not nsfw but is suggestive

Gaolang

• He irons both of your outfits the night before and he would make sure both of you are squeaky clean. Especially if its a formal event! He doesn't want to ruin king Ramas reputation by looking messy in public.

• He shaves and uses some faint aftershave wich has you sniffing him like a dog.

• He would wear a simple and elegant suit in a dark silky colour wich complements his complexion.

• As for you, he would make sure that you're not over or underdressing for the event.

• He helps you zip up anything, or helps you put on your heels(if you wear them).

• He knows all the etiquette and he looks so elegant and shit, it makes you feel like a peasant standing next to him.

• He just oozes this sexy mysterious vibe. You never get tired of ogling him.

Lihito

• I don't think he's the best at choosing outfits for formal events, so you would have to make sure his decisions are appropriate.

• As for picking your own outfit, he's not much help as he would tell you to wear the more sexy outfits, which don't necessarily fit the theme.

• He puts on some strong ass cologne which makes your nose hairs shrivel up💀 (jk)

• But fr you could sniff him out in a crowd bcs of how much he sprays that shit.

• If you ask him to help zip something up he would get horny and start teasing you.

• If you wear a necklace he will try to help you put it on, but both of you will end up struggling to open those tiny ass necklace clasps

• He goes feral when you put on your perfume.

• He's definitely a little anxious because he probably doesn't go to many important events, the only way to calm this sweet himbo down is to give him kisses and nuzzles.

Wakatsuki

• Even tough he wears basic clothes all the damn time, he does have some nice suits. (Unc has style)

• He probably asks you to help him shave so he doesn't miss any spots (he thinks this is such a clever excuse, but you know he just wants you to touch his face)

• He will ask you to show him what youre wearing, and if you twirl he will perk up and flash one of his rare charming grins says sum shit like 'you look gorgeous sweetheart' or 'that looks amazing on you' (grandpa rizz)

• If you ask for help zipping something up, he would be a little hesitant because of his strength. But he will eventually cave in, you would feel his big warm hand holding down your clothes to your body so they don't ride up and he would slowly close the zip. Making sure he doesn't break it. (gentle giant🥺)

• If he wears a suit or a button down, you're fighting your inner demons. Youre salivating over how the fabric presses against his defined body. Youre deffo jumping on him when you get back.

• He has a nice subtle cologne which smells like how he looks yk??(sexy, mature and serious😩).

• This dilf deffo lets you link arms with him. (POWER COUPLE)

[uncannyencore]

what type of bitch every creepypasta is💀

What type of bitch every creepypastas is💀😭

Jeff the killer - the type of bitch who will act like he’s cool but is suddenly scared when you pull out a lighter.

Slenderman - the type of bitch who acts like a mom

Ben drowned - the type of bitch who purposely annoys everyone

Sally - the type of bitch who pretends to be innocent but she’s really a little trouble maker

Puppeteer - the type of bitch who will manipulate you and than gaslight you.

Eyeless Jack - the type of bitch who would use you as a dummy for medical practice lmao

Jason the Toymaker - the type of bitch who hoards all of his belongings 

Laughing Jack - the type of bitch who makes really shitty jokes that only a few think are actually funny

Laughing Jill - the type of bitch who gives off horse girl vibes.

Nathan the nobody - the type of bitch that has way to bad anger issues

Nina the killer - the type of bitch that acts like a pick me.

Lazari - the type of bitch you would have to push off a building just to get her to move

Jane the killer - the type of bitch who makes every argument about Jeff

Ticci-Toby - the type of bitch who will cause an accident and then say “wasn’t me.” Then blame it on one of his close friends.

Masky - the type of bitch who needs to chill tf out on smoking and alcohol 

Hoodie - the type of bitch who seems really straight but he’s really gay with Masky.

Candy Pop - the type of bitch that has mood swings worse than a woman on her period.

Vine the DollMaker - the type of bitch that sits like L and will threaten you with scissors 

Lulu - the type of bitch who is really shy

Suicide Sadie - the type of bitch who will start an argument with you and then beat the shit out of you

Kagekao - the type of bitch who gives everyone ‘cutesy’ nicknames…

Trenderman - the type of bitch who will hold a whole ass photoshoot at the mansion 

Offenderman - the type of bitch who is literally, canonically, a rapist.

Splendorman - the type of bitch who isn’t actually a bitch and is just really fucking wholesome and sweet 

Nurse Ann - the type of bitch who has resting bitch face.

Papa grande - the type of bitch who acts and sounds like Caine from TADC 

Smile dog - the type of bitch who will bite you….cause why tf not?

Dr. Smiley - the type of bitch who will just randomly start manically laughing outta no where.

Hobo heart - the type of bitch who will literally steal your heart

Asylum Nancy  - the type of bitch who is way too fucking happy and hyper up all the damn time

Stripes - the type of bitch who will have a full on mental breakdown because they saw something adorable or saw a fit, beautiful woman and got jealous 

Sadiya - the type of redneck, cowgirl, western bitch.

Clockwork - the type of bitch who will punch you when she laughs

Zero - the type of bitch who always fucking brags about how cool she is.

homicidal liu since @my-jukebox reminded me!: The type of bitch that has his inner emo alpha wolf side.

[readychilledwine]

Lucien’s safe word being Beron 😭😭💀😂

I'm so glad you all tolerate my humor. 🤣

How Lucien's Safeword became Beron

It's totally a safe word that happened in an accident.

You and Lucien were trying some new form of play you read in a dark romance novel. He was feeling over stimulated and overwhelmed, and it was all too much, and he just said, "Beron."

Since his father was the one topic you two took very seriously, you paused, no longer having fun, and you just looked at him.

Lucien told you once play had stopped, he didn't want to keep going. That it was too much and he needed to be done. "So, you said your father's name?"

He looked at you, teary-eyed, and nodded. "I knew you'd stop if I brought him up."

It stuck from that moment forward, and had even made its way out of the bedroom.

Had a bad day and need silence? "Beron."

Annoyed with Vassa and Jurian? "Beron."

A talk with Tam Tam getting too heated? "Beron."

Rhys and Feyre dogging on Lucien during a dinner they invited you two to attend, and you both can't stand it anymore? In front of the whole inner circle, eyes locked on each other, and in unison, "Beron." Stand and leave with you giving them a vulgar gesture on the way out.

As much as you both hate the bastard, he has a great way of spoiling the mood and allowing you both to communicate that you're done.

In a way, you were grateful, but you are still waiting for the day you get to use the safeword in front of Beron. Just to tell the male that he's so repulsive even hearing his name is enough to make you as dry as a Day Court Desert.

[amaritypewriter]

“Don’t call me babe..”

So Velentino x fem! Reader, reader has female anatomy, eating pussy? Idk so no proof read 💀

I feel like I might do more parts to this if y’all like it.

Side note: reader is very submissive in this one but she’s going to be less submissive in the other parts!

“Fuck~!” You yelled collecting your things, you were an experienced model and singer, not just that, you were famous too. Known across all of hell from the pitiful imps, to the Sins themselves, however at the moment you felt more like a newbie at her first gig. You were late for a job interview with one of the V’s, Velvette. And she wasn’t exactly known for her patience and you knew that since this wasn’t your first rodeo with her. You guys had collaborated before, why would I have to be nervous” you thought as you slowed your pace. They are should be honored to work with ME, The y/n therefore they can wait. You said to yourself as your chauffeur opened the door to your limo.

As you arrived at the V’s tower you walked straight into the elevator as if you owned the place which left the receptionist in quite a fog. You pressed the button to floor number two, since that’s where Velvette’s studio resigned. A soft *ding* was heard as the elevator doors slid open. You walked out, the studio walls very obviously resembled the V Tower's hallways, multiple posters were plastered all over the walls with beautiful faces in the continent of them. Names framed in real gold, awards, trophy’s, crowns. It was like a giant hall of fame you hadn’t even stoped to look in front of you as you bumped into a tall figure.

“Ay watch where you walking whore or I’ll-“

the tall man yelled out as he turned around, his expression completely changed from angry to angrier.

“And who the fuck are you and why in fucking hell are you in my studio,” he said as he screamed in your face.

Before you could even get a word out he looked down at his watch, and completely changed his face. “Ah you must be my 10 o’ clock, well you’re late.” He snapped, “I will say you’re prettier in person.” He said cupping one of your curls “No sir I’m looking for Velvettes studio,” you finally managed to squeak out. “Really?” He said lifting an eyebrow. “Such a shame,” he said traveling behind to your back “you have a body that was made to be exploited baby.” He said as you felt a claw travel down to your thigh. “You have nice bone structure too,” he practically whined as if talking to a dog. “Of course you could stand to lose a few pounds, but with a little work I could make you a star baby~ what do you say?” He whispered in a seductive tone as his tongue stuck out to lick your neck.

You pushed him off in a swift sudden move turning to face him, “I’m sorry sir but I’m a model and singer, not a porn star!” You explained looking into his eyes. “Comon baby, look at that body, you look like you work hard honey. Let me show you a fun time, just once..” He said biting at the sensitive little spot on your neck, you could feel your panties wet, you didn’t even notice your legs had began grinding against each other before he pulled you into an empty studio. Before you could say anything he trapped your lips in a passionate kiss, both your tongues fought for dominance as a claw latched onto the hem of your skirt.

“Fuck baby, you in this tight little skirt turns me on so much it makes me want to fuck that tight little pussy. I guess that was your intention huh getting all dressed for daddy?” He groaned against your ear before completely ripping your skirt and tossing it aside.

“I’ll buy you more honey don’t worry.” He reassured before pining you against a wall and slowly tracing his tongue down from the top of your belly to your belly button. He began kissing down, as he was about to get to your pussy he moved over to your inner thigh. This made you groan, you felt in agony every second his tongue wasn’t inside of you, you were so wet and he knew it. He kissed down, softly biting and licking at your sensitive skin. When you got to the center he kissed your panties. Licking at the fabric, the warmth felt excruciating on your body, “please-“ you choked out in a desperate whine your bottom lip quaking as you begged. “Aw you’re begging me? You’re such a whore you want the tongue of a man you just met inside of you already? You slut.” You could feel the smirk on you before he pushed aside your panties to start licking at your pussy, you groaned at the sensation closing your eyes at the await of pleasure.

Before you knew it his head was deep between your thighs, his nose buried deep as he latched his tongue into your clit. You were humping up into his face grinding onto his face expectedly and he wasn’t exactly disappointing. He was using all his strength to keep you up gripping at your thighs keeping you spread open for him. As you began to lose sensation your moans slowed down but this didn’t exactly go unnoticed. He immediately began to sped up going at a godlike speed his tongue was moving deep inside you, his face was sandwiched between your thighs, your eyes began rolling back as you arched your back giving him better access to your already exposed clit as you continued to grind on his tongue. “You wanna cum baby? Yeah you wanna cum for me huh?” He teased you couldn’t even understand you were too busy chasing your orgasm to understand him. “Baby I can make you feel so good, too bad this is a one time thing huh?” You moaned out as his words you hadn’t felt this good in ages, and if he was right maybe you never would again. But none of that mattered when his tongue was so deep into you hitting at those spots “Don’t you wanna cum hard on my tongue every night? Of course you do good girl you want me to slut you out and leave you up to dry huh?” “Oh fuck- Yes, please!” You called out “what you want me every night?” He teased as he sucked and spit in your clit. “Yes please I do, I want you please!” You called out to blind with pleasure to realize what you were saying. “Mhm, too bad I can only fuck my stars huh? If only you were my star~” he said as he added in a finger into your tight hole. “God damn it! Fuck- I’ll be your star!” The second the words escaped your mouth a golden contract and magical plume appeared in front of your face. “Sign baby, sign, and you can be my star I’ll love and I’ll make you feel so good,” he said thrusting in now two fingers and his tongue talently explored your clit. Before you even thought about the contract you grabbed the soft plume quill and signed. Y/N the second the contract was signed it rolled up and disappeared. The second the contract disappeared bright lights lit up the room and there they were cameras everywhere. You weren’t too fucked out enough to not be alarmed, Valentino pulled away from you and began clapping his hands “alright everyone that’s a fucking wrap,” he yelled out before turning to you. “As for you be here tomorrow 8am sharp, we’ll discuss your contract then. For now make your way Velvette’s studio on floor three, I’ll see you tomorrow baby~.

[jaetyun]

How different boys planet trainees would ask you on a date; a thread!

sung hanbin, gunwook, ricky, taerae, hong hai, keita & gyuvin x gn!reader (all separately) (established friendships with all of them)

genre: tooth rotting fluff, implied school au with hai and gyuvin

wc: 2.4k

a/n: for my friends lani yen and lulu 🫶

Park Gunwook

swore he was a rizz god

not that he was overcompensating, gunwook was just a confident man!

“im an attractive guy! i dont see why i wouldnt have a shot?”

that was, until he met you

the reality was.. he was anything but a rizzler 💀

giggling like a schoolgirl at a joke you had made, gunwook covered his mouth and quickly cleared his throat. he was not gonna give himself away! in his head, the stone face could come off cool and mysterious. like, he was imagining your very inner monologue! ‘woah! this guys different.. he doesn’t laugh easily. i wonder what he finds funny… i wanna kiss him right at this moment!’ yup! that was definitely you and surely *not* his own thoughts. just to really sell his tough guy-sona, gunwook knew he had to make eye contact. intimidation worked on his dog, why wouldnt it work on people too! although.. he didn’t remember his dogs eyes being this mesmerizing…

“gunwook! are you even listening??”

“i would love to.”

your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, causing gunwook to snap back to reality. he sheepishly smiled, blinking a couple times before laughing.

“sorry i-“

“you’d love to what??”

gunwook laughed. not the ‘😭😭’ or the ‘😂’ laugh, the ‘ha.ha.ha’ laugh. he waved his hand, clicking his tongue while trying to think of a bluff. not like that! he would not love to take you on a date and most definitely would not love to date you! so why couldnt he say that out loud?? his mouth seemed to betray him, coughing out pathetically, “ha! what do you… how.. youre.. are you free this friday?”

You chuckled, a sound that melted his heart and any remaining tough-sona left in him. dammit! where did he go wrong? gunwook swore his intimidation was foolproof! still, he couldnt help but shyly bat his eyelashes as you responded to his simple request.

“id love to.”

Ricky Shen

ricky doesn’t strike me as someone who’d make the first move

“i dont chase, i attract” sort of mentality

it usually worked out for him

that was.. until he saw you getting too close to someone else

you barely made it around the corner before being jumpscared by the tall blonde, who was leaning against the wall waiting for you. his eyes practically burned with envy when you appeared in his view next to them

he frowned, looking at you and simply ignoring their existence. “you ready?”

“for..?” you tilted your head in confusion, giving him a slight side eye.

“Our date.” ricky frowned, no hint of sarcasm in his voice. this only proved to confuse you more, giving a couple of hard blinks before being dragging along by the taller male. you quickly waved bye to your friend, whisper-yelling at ricky once you were down the hallway.

“are you serious right now?!” you yanked your hand away, making him stop. he turned around, still looking as stoic as ever. ricky nodded, pulling out his card.

“a steakhouse or italian?”

Sung Hanbin

a very romantic man

wants everything to be perfect. you already know he bought a box of chocolates and everything

“so what if its cheesy? its sweet!”

he had valentine’s day marked on his calendar, hyping himself up with each day be crossed off leading up to it.

hanbin gulped, nervously fidgeting with the gifts he bad bought you. you already had a foot out of the electric doors of the building he was waiting at the entrance of. your eyes lit up seeing him, awkwardly waving while walking up to the boy.

“hey!”

“hanbin! whatre doing here? are these.. for me?” you look up at him curiously, eyes softening upon seeing his exicted smile. hanbin was quick to nod, handing you the flowers. then the chocolates. then a teddy bear. then the bag of candles and bathbomb. than the valentines card he handmade. all you could do was shake your head in shock. “you didn’t have to..”

“but i wanted to!” and its true! hanbin had spent so much time and energy into trying to make everything perfect that he came across overbearing. you had gotten used to it with his absurd amount of gift giving, bit even this left you in awe. he resembled a puppy, his imaginary tail wagging excitedly.

the sight was something you couldnt help but shyly chuckle at. “well thank you. happy valentines” hanbin.. hadn’t planned this far. his brain was sent into overdrive trying to find an appropriate segway to pop the question. he found himself opening his mouth, but not words coming out.

you tilt your head at hanbin, waiting to see what else he has in store. knowing himself, he was surprised he didn’t end up buying all of korea just for you. he awkwardly held out his hand, gesturing for you to take it (how he thought you would with your arms filled, youre not quite sure)

“shall we?”

Terazono Keita

doesn’t hesitate

“what good would stalling do?”

such straightforward thinking

“if you like me, you like me! if you dont, you dont”

he never second guessed his philosophy until he met you

keita shook his head in disbelief, shoving the singular flower he had bought into his friends face. “what do you mean? i thought you couldnt go wrong with flowers??”

zhang hao smiled condescendingly, pointing at the shriveled petals. “not when you had them for *weeks* now and never had the guts to actually use them” he responded flatly. keita clicked his tongue, mumbling “everyone finds them romantic hao…”

“i dont find a half wilted daisy very charming” keitas head was already ready to retort, but he quickly hushed hao away once he saw you walking towards their direction. he smiled, his personality flipping a switch as he met you in the middle.

“oh! keita, here’s that cd you let me borrow“

“nah, keep it.” he hummed, quickly shoving the white daisy in his back pocket. keita was sure hed come around to giving it to you next time! just like the last 5 times..

your eyes beamed, your grip on the plastic softly tightening. “..really??” keita nodded, taking in account your excitement. “what, do you like that band?” your pupils were practically sparkling, nodding wordlessly.

“not like. *love*” jackpot! fuck the flowers, keita had a new plan.

“well y’know.. they’re coming around town next month.” he shrugged nonchalantly, glancing at you to gauge your reaction.

“deadass??”

“ill buy a ticket if you do”

you laughed, nodding along in agreement. “alright, sure! tell me which seat you get so i can be next to you”

“okay, why dont we talk it out over dinner?” you were left unable to resist his not-so-hidden advances. his cheesy 😎 expression had you giggling like a child. “you bet. should i wait for you?”

he waved you off, shaking his head quickly. “ill catch up with you.” after you exchanged thumbs ups and you had vanished, keita turned around to zhang hao with a giddy smile.

“am i smooth or what???”

hao sarcastically clapped

“only took you 6 tries”

Kim Gyuvin

so thoughtful and organized

“i spend too much time thinking about you to not be this thorough!”

and thorough he is

has a backup plan for his backup plan

now he just needs to courage to actually do it

gyuvin mumbled under his breath the speech he has rehearsed for when you left class. he nodded once satisfied, proud of the script he had memorized. that night the boy had created a chart of every scenario and outcome depending on what you’d respond with. once he felt satisfied, gyuvin wrote all the answers and cue words onto his hand with some pen. even with all his planning, he still feeling those butterflies as hard as ever watching you leave your classroom.

“you know that bowling alley that opened up recently?”

“why, wanna go together?”

“oh it’s just down by- what?”

this was NOT a scenario he had memorized, and gyuvin quickly glanced to his hand to see what he should say.

“i asked if you wanted to go to the bowling alley with me.”

gyuvin hadn’t found his answer in time, and decided to just wing it.

“oh! umm, it’s just-“

alright winging it over. his brain seemed to turn to mush in your presence and without a guide he’d honestly end up scaring you away. what he *didnt* expect was you scaring him away instead.

you gently grabbed his wrist, pulling it closer to you to read what was on his palm. “what is this?” he quickly yanked his hand away in embarrassment, shoving it in his pocket. “oh y’know! just uh.. to help me on a test next period.. ?”

“i didn’t know your test had my name on it.” you chuckled at him, seemingly very amused at his now completely flushed cheeks. not only did he have your name written about a thousand times, he put hearts around each one. gyuvin opened his mouth to respond, but words seemed to fail him. you put a hand on his shoulder, bringing him back to reality a bit.

“gyu. you never answered my first question.”

“what is it?”

“do you. want to. go to the bowling alley. together?”

Dang Hong Hai

so shy

like please save him

he’ll talk about every little interaction while twirling his hair

“i borrowed a pencil!!” “… a pencil?”

fails to actually be able to speak to you though

hai had always been awkward when talking to you, so it was no surprise when you waved to him in the hallway he said nothing. it was also not a surprise when he never mentioned it later in class. what *was* a surprise was seeing him talking with a friend at the end of the hallway, resting against the locker nonchalantly. the nerve of that guy! and he didn’t even seem to notice your waving. you’re not sure why he suddenly switched up, but you’re gonna get answers out of him.

the answer you were not expecting is walking up to them and hearing your very name come out of his mouth. “we’re basically friends now!”

“really? arent you using the term too broadly here.”

“no i swear! we even wave to each other in the hallway now!” he cheered, seeming to gush at the idea. his friend pretended to be shocked, dramatically putting a hand over his mouth.

“woah, we’re taking big steps here. from pencils to waving?? might as well be official”

hai frowned, shaking his head. “i’m telling you all that’s left is asking for the insta!”

“you downloaded insta just for-“

“what??” that’s all you could say, caught completely off guard by their conversation. honghais mouth fell open, slowly turning to you with a :0 expression. “how much of that did you hear…?”

you looked between him and his friend, then him and his friend, back and forth back and forth.

honghais face was completely pink, burying his face into his hands. there was a moment of silence between you two.. both at a loss for words on what to say.

“i’m *so* sorry! i just-“

“you could’ve just asked..” you mumbled, pulling out a paper and quickly writing something down.

“please just- forget this! again i’m so-“ you placed the paper against his chest, waving to him before turning around and walking to class.

“well, you fumbled.” hai quickly hit his friends chest, looking at the paper in a panic.

on it laid your insta and number with a smiley face.

“let’s hang out :)”

Kim Taerae

always wondering how you won’t pick up on his flirting

the flirting in question: sending you tiktoks he finds funny

one of his usuals is making songs for you and having you tell him what you think

at this point, he wants to get straight to the point and finally pop the question. his method of choice is through song like always

the two of you had picked a spot to hang out together, to let taerae “show a new song he’s been working on” for the most part it was true! and you had never questioned his intention for the serenades, chalking it up to ‘he liked the genre!’

taerae began the rhythm, humming along to the guitar he began to play. you nodded along, closing your eyes to truly listen to the music. the lyrics were a lot more direct then normal, straight up sounding like a cheesy love confession. when you heard the strings no longer make a noise, you opener you eyes and began clapping.

“your lyricism is improving! it’s a lot more poetic this time!” you noted, earning a chuckle from the boy.

“are you curious why it’s better?”

you shrugged. “i guess. what is it?”

“this time i had someone in mind~” he gives you a look, one that screaming there’s more questions he was begging you to ask.

“is that right? who’s the lucky one” you entertained, resting your hand on the palm of your hand. your elbow rested on your knee, giving taerae your utter attention.

“guess.”

you jokingly started to look around you two, examining everyone else walking around the park. squinting, you pretending to consider some options in the crowd, only to turn back to him with a cheeky grin. one last glance from the left and right, you landed on one last option. you slowly raised your head out of your palm, pointing to yourself with only half sincerity. taerae shyly nodded, giving you all the confirmation you needed without saying a single word being exchanged between you two.

“seriously?” you pointed at yourself with more emphasis, and he softly laughed before pointing to you as well. you both continued to feed each other giggles, seeming to telepathically communicate. you finally cleared your throat, trying to silence all the leftover snickers. “well? what’re trying to say mr. singer?”

taerae straightened his back, running his hand through all the strings of his guitar before saying in a sing-songy voice (that did not go with the riff at all) “will you go out with me? ♪”

you began to cackle, clapping in laughter at his cute nature. you pretended to ponder the question, tapping your chin with an index finger. “sorry what was that? i didn’t quite catch it.”

“will you go out with me? ♪”

you leaned over to him, plucking a random string and mimicking his singing.

“yes i will ♪”

[tokuvivor]

Due to circumstances beyond the control of any others, @violetganache42 and I are splitting duty on this week’s highlights post (Competition Night edition). She did it for the shorts and episodes, I’m doing it for An Extremely Goofy Movie.

So without further ado, here we go.

“Polar Trappers”:

We bring ‘em back alive

@puffyducks: bro where is pabo

Donald hunting a penguin, which is now illegal to do so

Not the kid!

The baby penguin’s tear becoming a massive snowball

“Need 4 Speed”:

QUACK PACK (Again!)

Disney Ducks meet The Fast and the Furious

@spamtoon: huey you guys aren't in phineas and ferb

Daisy appearance!

The idea of Comet Guy Night

@ducklooney and puffy going off about humans being in the Duckverse

Us calling Donald and the authorities to kill Rocky the Rocket Throttle

From Negaduck ass car to Ratcatcher

@writebackatya: "This is like the Family Guy of the Duckverse"

Ludwig appearance!

puffy: "where's dick dastardly"

Puffy, Missy, and I using 90s slang

Daisy seeing the triplets in the race:

RIP ethnically stereotyped racers

WriteBackAtYa: "DuckTales 2017 needed a car race episode"

Violet: "Would Huey and Launchpad be commentators?"

WriteBackAtYa: "Yes Always"

Violet: "SOLD!"

Ludwig's toy kangaroo winning the race

@tealottie: erection joke

“The Missing Links of Moorshire!”:

Webby giving Scrooge semi-permanent hearing loss

Launchpad: "This lake will be used for the swimming portion of the competition."

Huey: T_T

Violet: "Cue theme song!"

Missy betraying Della with Daisy

Tony the Tiger?!

The entire coin toss scene 🤣

Us praising Glomgold

Missy commenting how Scrooge and Glomgold can't tuck their tails for golfing

The audio glitching like CRAZY

Fluttershy and Bubbles the Kelpies

Webby: "Talking animals wearing clothes?! :D"

@fantasticenthusiasttale: "Webby…"

Violet, internally:

"Bologna. Trampoline."

THE MUSIC USED FOR THE MONTAGE!

Louie yoinking money out of Glomgold's sweater pocket

Emo Dewey

"You people are no fun."

Webby: "Not everything has to be a life lesson."

Violet:

Violet pretending to be turned to stone by the Medusa Mist (as I like to call it)

Launchpad ending the episode with a life lesson… before trying to devour golf balls

“Dog Show”:

puffy: "you know who else is an orphan"

Dreamy: "Everyone in this shit is an orphan"

The dog show people being dogs

Goofy literally begging

Pixar ball

Mickey unleashing his inner dog

An Extremely Goofy Movie

Calling out all the characters from the previous movie as they show up

The fact that Pete is celebrating his own son leaving💀

How is Goofy single?

Goofy having major rizz (this point comes up quite a bit during the movie, and for good reason)

Max’s character development from A Goofy Movie being undone

Sad Goofy☹️

HDL mention!

Bradley Uppercrust III

@kaitosduckmania: “god this shit is so pretentious LMAO”

Will: “I want this review on the back of the DVD”

Max/Roxanne vs. Max/Bradley on Tumblr

Beret Girl!

Puffy: “you know who ELSE is called tank”

Violet: “MY MOM”

Puffy: “they’re snapping at us…MENACINGLY”

Bradley having the same VA as Johnny Bravo (also, The Man with the Yellow Hat)

Max’s horrified face when he sees that he and his dad are in the same class

Bobby wearing pink panties/briefs

Hidden Mickey

Goofy’s mispronunciation of the word “trigonometry”

Puffy: “the WHAT decimal system”

Sylvia being adorable

Goofy does a Donald-esque voice

Kai: “WHAT THE FUCK GOOFY YOU CAN MAKE THAT VOICE?”

Will: “Max’s whole character is that he doesn’t want to be like Goofy but like he is so much like his father that he doesn’t even know it”

More cheese pull (pizza in the last movie, nachos in this one)

BONGO MUSIC

PJ has rizz, too

Goofy and Sylvia dancing to Shake Your Groove Thing

Papa Dog

Us dumping on the inherent cult-like nature of fraternities, sororities, and the National Honor Society

The German judge low-balling everyone

Dreamy: “Is this the olympics all again”

Puffy: “this is MY olympics”

Max shooting down Goofy in the worst way possible

Goofy’s weed/acid trip dream (plus the Goofy holler!)

More Goofy sadness

Meta humor about almost everyone wearing gloves

Missy betraying Daisy with Sylvia

CHEATING!!!!!

PJ flying off

Dreamy: “He went to visit Della”

“Mud! My only weakness!”

Will mentioning that the scene with the X crashing down was removed from the broadcast version of the movie after 9/11 (which we completely understand, because holy shit)

Also, sort of a Hindenburg reference

Goofy graduating! (And then telling Max he was getting a job at the school)

Sylvia having the same VA as Emma Glamour

Spam floating the idea of Max vs. Gosalyn for the X Games

Disco end credits!

Also, that was a goofy movie. Extremely, even.

[villainofmyownstory]

Day Zero chapter 6

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pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x plus size fem!reader

summary: The constant mistrust of each other causes permanent tension and resentment. No one can admit what they are really hiding.

tags: AFAB reader, plus size reader, dog german shepherd, alcohol, weapon

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Chapter 6: The one with half-truths

Day 737

Everything happens as if in slow motion. With every single heartbeat. Animation played frame by frame. Blink after blink of an eyelid.

And the constant audible banging of pipes, somewhere downstairs in the house.

If it wasn't for the fact that Ghost was holding Riley on a leash, the dog in a frenzy would probably have bumped into you at full speed and plunged its fangs into the thin skin of your neck, driving blades tearing through your aorta in seconds.

If it wasn't your dog, that's probably what would have happened. However, despite months of separation, you knew this dog very well. He had never behaved like that. And most importantly, he had never behaved so aggressively towards his owners.

Fury was written all over his face, his eyes reddened, bigger than usual. Loud stifled whimpers, interspersed with loud threatening barks. He acted as if he was facing a rival, not a familiar person. A deadly enemy.

Excess saliva ran down the dog's coat dripping and soiling the hallway floor.

The dog jerked, trying to reach you.

You involuntarily turn sideways towards the dog standing more confidently on slightly bent legs, raising your arms as if to hide behind them.

However, when Ghost's voice gives the dog simple and firm commands, the dog's attention turns to the man.

Although the tone of his voice is not pleasant, nor are the words he speaks. Somehow, they cause the frantic race of thoughts in your head to stop and the fact that the dog does not want to attack you reaches you. The truth is that it wants to attack that which is making itself known with loud bangs, hidden down in the basement.

The man speaks loud but calm commands to the dog, which, further enraged, slowly calms down and stands back on two paws, continuing to growl throatily.

However, he eventually obediently stands by the leg of the masked soldier and just looks in your direction with his head lowered.

"What the bloody ‘ell did you do?"

Ghost slowly walks in towards you. You notice that he wraps the leash around his hand so that it is even shorter.

"I’ve asked you a question, what ‘ave you done, kid?"

You stare at the man, trying to somehow logically explain the whole situation. But no clever words come to mind. You haven't really done anything, at least nothing deliberately.

He is the one who should explain himself. It wasn't you who had a big secret hidden in the basement. Clearly, a very alive mystery.

Finally you straighten up by lowering your arms along your body and look more confidently at the uniformed man in front of you.

"I- I didn't do anything.I was trying on shoes and suddenly there was a knock on the pipes. Ghost, what the hell…"

Another sound from downstairs sounds as if with redoubled force. Interrupting your words. This time the sounds are non-rhythmic, as if full of despair and hope that someone will finally hear it.

A cry for help.

The man looks towards the door then raises his gaze to your hand, around which the leash is tightly tied. Then his eyes return again in your direction - to the door. As if pondering, he is trying to resolve some inner personal battle that is going on in his mind at the moment.

"Get the dog and go to the bathroom, lock the door and don't open it till I come for you."

Ghost says quickly untangling the leash from his hand and quickly tying it around yours.

"No, no Ghost it's..."

"Bluddy 'ell there's no time for a chat. Just do what I tell you. Get Riley and go to the damn bathroom."

The man pulls lightly on the leash provoking the dog to move but the dog, like you, has no intention of moving from its spot.

"Fuck. Kid, cooperate..."

He hisses through clenched teeth the man reaches for the keys he had on a chain in his tactical vest.

"No, Ghost!"

You yell desperately. What if this man is not who he seemed. Although, he doesn't evoke positive feelings, he hasn't made you feel threatened or more afraid of him in the time you've been in his house. Apart from the incident on the day you met him, Ghost has behaved harshly towards you, but he hasn't tried to hurt you.

However, hearing those desperate noises from the basement, many thoughts popped into your head, many solutions to explain it all.

What if he was one of those lunatics who lost their minds during months of solitude. What if he was already some kind of madman before Day Zero or... maybe he was a soldier who enjoyed killing, a war criminal, a fucking murderer. Which is what... no. Nodding your head negatively you want to banish these messed up thoughts from your head. What if what you were eating, what was hidden in the icebox, that blood red meat wasn't what you thought it was all along.

Trying not to explode, holding back a sudden vomiting reflex, you stare at the man with horror.

"Well, spit it out. I can see you wan' to say something."

Ghost saying this goes to one of the closed doors and quickly opens it. His movements are swift and decisive, and despite the prevailing semi-darkness the man emerges from the room after a few seconds holding a gun in his hands. A freakin' shotgun.

"What the..., Ghost! Who are you holding in there? Why are you keeping someone locked in the basement? Who-who are you?"

In terror with your voice raised by several octaves you shout at the man waving your hands towards the door and the man.

"Go. To. Bathroom. Now."

Ghost loads the magazine and walks towards you. With his free hand he grabs your arm and, squeezing harder, pushes you deeper into the corridor. Towards that bathroom.

Riley now obediently standing by your leg again growls loudly and practically barks hysterically.

"No, damn it! I'm coming with you, there's someone alive in there and you're what? What's going on here?"

You try to say anything logical. But the stress, the adrenaline of this whole strange situation causes a torrent of words to pour out of your mouth, merging into one squeaky whole. The previously quiet place is now a cacophony of many sounds, voices. Chaos.

Ghost turns towards you leaning in your direction. A large and tall monument of a man who seems the only one composed in all this madness. When his gaze is at your eye level for a few seconds without blinking he looks into your frightened eyes as if he wants to reassure you, to look somewhere inside you and without words calm you down.

‘Please.’

This time his words are subdued as if calmer. Despite so many sounds that are now sweeping through the house, you stand as if in hypnosis focused only on the low voice of the man in front of you.

"Please, I'll explain everythin’ later. Go to the bathroom for God's sake."

Ghost leads you to the bathroom at the end of the corridor, the same one he let you take a bath in on your first day.

When he made sure you locked the door from inside only for a brief moment you heard his hurried footsteps towards the cellar door. Then the clink of keys and the creak of a steel door opening.

The slam of the door closing.

A few moments. Maybe two or three minutes.

And there came silence.

Nothing, no banging.

Curled up in the corner of the bathroom, you try to control your slightly accelerated breathing. The chase of thoughts comes up again.

As soon as the bathroom door closed and the sounds from the basement stopped, Riley momentarily calmed down. He lay down next to you gasping louder, but it would seem that the events of a moment ago and his sudden attack of aggression had not happened.

Counting your breaths, squeezing harder on the leash you still held, you try to put your thoughts in order. Still, the man, Ghost himself, is an unknown to you. Just when it seemed to you that you had somehow made a step forward in this strange and unusual acquaintance of yours. His sudden behaviour made you take two big steps backwards. It was as if he was tightly wrapped in a slippery cocoon, which you were trying to climb inside, slipping every now and then.Just a few hours ago, the memory of this sudden closeness is still vivid in your mind. The unexpected proximity breaking down the barrier between you, when last night you felt his mask on your cheek and his warm breath on your neck.

Maybe it was your delusion, that event at the table after a few sips of alcohol did not happen. Or it simply meant nothing.

Now, all in all, it didn't matter any more.

Even the fact that closeness, with another human being, was something you craved somewhere deep inside. And ironically, you didn't even realize how your body, mind and soul craved and longed for physical contact with another person.  Maybe it wasn't even about any intimacy between a man and a woman. But that kind of contact with the other person - ordinary human, friendly and comforting.

But now it all didn't really matter, the fact that he cooked such a good dinner, the fact that he prepared your clothes, shoes other useful things. Or that he even left that old-fashioned cd player.

Small gestures, but somewhere under your skin you felt a pleasant tingling, this gentle trembling releasing a pleasant feeling, somewhere buried deep in your body.

It was all shattered. Buried many feet underground, even covered in concrete. Perhaps no longer recoverable, through what had just happened.

Now a secret hidden a dozen steps down, under the floor, behind a steel door. It caused fear and uncertainty, as if you had gone back in time and, just as you had done for so many long and miserable weeks locked in your family home or in the strange houses you had lived in, you sat huddled in the darkest and most remote room huddled in a corner. Praying for the return of normality, begging anything, anyone to explain the chaos that was happening outside.

Now, huddled in the corner of the bathroom in Ghost's house, you try to explain in any way you can, or perhaps reassure yourself.

But no logical and sensible explanation came to mind.

There was someone down there. Someone. Alive. Just like you or Ghost. So what was he doing down there, how did he get down there and most importantly why did the man lock that person down there.

The man in the mask is like a fucking enigma to you. Questions and doubts constantly brewing.

What if you weren't the first person to get caught in this man's trap, what if this tower and the signal weren't meant to help, to save. But were some kind of lure for the lost, lonely and frightened last surviving travellers. What if it was all some kind of bullshit game of hunter and prey.

Were there more people in the basement, why hadn't you heard anything all those days. And how long had they been locked in there.

And most importantly, were you supposed to end up there too?

Every second a new thought pops into your mind, a new question, frightening and electrifying to the marrow of your bones.

You are finally pulled out of these chaotic and nervous musings by the sudden movement of a dog. Riley rises quickly and stands on four paws trying to approach the door. With no time to react you hear a knock.

"It's me, Ghost. Open up."

You slowly get up on your feet and with shaky legs, approach the door. Grabbing the handle and the door lock with your other hand, you sigh and quietly say

"I'm scared..."

"Christ, open it and let's talk."

To your surprise the words spoken by the man are not full of anger and hostility or the irritation you already know so well.

Once again, already countless times, his behaviour surprises you.

"What if, what if I end up in the basement too? How do I know you won't hurt me?"

You lean your forehead against the door praying that his words will reassure you, just like when he told you to go to the bathroom, when he bent down and in a calm tone told you what to do.

"You won't get there"

Riley standing next to you lightly tugged on the leash that you involuntarily still hold in your hand, he scratched the door with his paw as if he too wanted to convince you to leave.

‘Look there's Ghost, you've got nothing to be afraid of.'

"You won't end up in the basement..."

“You're staying here, I can promise you that. You don't belong there."

No no no. Impossible. Promises were not his habit.

This couldn't be true. After all, this house was, no, is a fucking fortress. A tightly secured place. Not prison for... anyone.

Shaking your head, you try to control yourself.

"I don't believe you. Someone is there and you..."

You say through gritted teeth.

“It's your home after all, Ghost. This is not some prison, this is not a place where…"

“Open the door and let's talk face to face, okay? I'll answer any question, just get out of this bathroom.”

His snarky, low timbre of voice penetrates the door with ease. Your shallow breathing slowly fills your lungs. For the last few days, no, for far too long you've been under constant tension. You feel like a ticking bomb whose fuse has slowly backfired and is getting closer to detonation with each passing day. An explosion.

The dog is impatient, hissing louder and louder every passing minute, scratching at the door and nudging your leg with its head as if to hurry you along.

As you finally turn the key in the lock with a quiet clatter and slowly open the door, Riley takes the opportunity to squeeze through a small gap and with a stifled bark comes to the man's feet sniffing him.

Like a shadow with your head lowered you slowly walk out of the dark room and follow the man and your dog.

When you reach the room, the same table where you allowed yourself a slight exaggeration in terms of the amount of alcohol last night. And the man has crossed that unwritten and invisible personal space. And ironically, everything looks like the day before. As if nothing had happened. Just another quiet day.

Ghost is still dressed in a heavy tactical gear, with that creepy skull attached to his balaclava.

When he finally sits down without waiting or saying anything to you he reaches for a bottle of some expensive drink again. Pouring himself a full one, he places the already half-empty bottle in your direction and takes a few large gulps.

Wiping his half-covered face with a glove, he finally turns towards you

"We don't have all evening. Hurry up."

This time you don't sit close to him, you sit across the table from him, placing your hands on the tabletop nervously plucking at the slightly tattered fabric of your gloves.

"I want to."

The lump in your throat tightens, preventing you from saying the sentence out loud properly and with an air of certainty.

"Come on, kid."

He snaps, covering a gentle smile with his raised glass, slowly taking another and another sip of alcohol.

You want to say so much, to ask so many questions that have not only been swirling around in your head since that basement situation, but that have been clogging up every minute you've spent in his house.

But you are so afraid, somewhere deep inside you, underneath the feelings tightly buried underneath the fear, you are afraid that he will say what you don't want to hear.

Who he really is. No saviour, a rescue for your lost and lonely self. Or maybe someone completely different, evil.

Finally, clutching the fist of your left hand tighter, you lift your gaze and stare angrily at him.

"I-I want to know who's in the basement."

The corners of the man's mouth lift higher, upwards, and mockingly, nonchalantly he replies to you

"Nobody."

A clenched fist hits the table with heavy force. Riley concernedly rises from the doorstep and looks at you both.

"You think this is funny! You think... You're having fun, aren't you? What the hell is wrong with you, dude?"

The man leans back in his chair, getting more comfortable by relaxing his shoulders and straightening up he seems even more amused by your sudden attack.

"There's no one there. No more."

Answering he tilts his head lowering his gaze to your clenched hand which still rests in the same place on the wooden table.

"Why the gloves?"

"Why the mask?"

You reply fiercely and immediately, grimacing your face in anger.

Ghost lets out something resembling a monosyllabic laugh while tilting his head back while nodding disbelievingly.

"I'm the one making the rules here. No more questions."

With fury you stand up and pointing your finger at him hisses through your teeth.

"You don't want to answer my questions? Fine. Get the hell sober, then we'll talk like adults."

You turn on your heel and quickly leave the room. You want to be as far away from him as possible, even though you feel you've wasted your time and strained your already shattered nerves you're still glad it wasn't today that you heard his true motivations.

At least one more goddamn night in this warm house.

One more warm meal. And tomorrow...

"It was.... hell, I had one of them"

His words momentarily stop you in mid-step. It seems the man himself regrets these frankly spoken words, as if he has surprised himself with this sudden surge of truthfulness.

"I had everything under control. I don't know why it woke up."

When you turned to look at the man he was already hunched over the table nervously moving the empty glass in his hands without taking his eyes off it. It was as if he was afraid to look at you knowing that he would see no understanding, just another wave of sinister angry looks.

"Do you mean to say that all this time. When I was sitting in that damn house. Locked up in so many locks! For fuck's sake! I was locked in with one of them? I can't believe it, this is crazy. There's something wrong with you."

You shake your head. Even though a storm of emotions is sweeping through you inside. A raging hurricane, a tornado. You stand still, not moving in any direction.

"It's not like that. You were..still. You are, safe here. Safer than anywhere.Besides, it's more complicated than you think."

Ghost responds by speaking slowly, in a trembling and hoarse voice.

"This is classified. Confidential. I can't say anything more. But that one, it's not a problem anymore. I've dealt with it."

Finally, shaky legs lead you back towards the table.

"Are you demanding honesty from me? And now you say it's classified? And you won't provide any explanation? I think I deserve, any explanation. Unbelievable."

You snort angrily, turning on your heel and this time walking out of the room unstopped by Ghost's next spoken words.

The only audible oddities in the house are your quick footsteps and the clatter of Riley's paws who, seeing you disappear into the dark hallway, immediately ran after you.

Day 738

The sensation of a firm grip on your shoulder and a vigorous but slight shaking, gradually awakens you from the extremely peaceful and deep sleep you had fallen into after the emotional afternoon of the previous day.

A quiet and steady male voice, heard as if spoken from somewhere in the distance, slowly brings you back to a state of consciousness. From the pleasant images of your dreams, you are pulled out by a strangely familiar - and yet other than usual - voice. It sounded different. As if he was the opposite of the one you had already become used to during the last few days here, his voice was as if friendly, and perhaps a tad affectionate.

"Wake up, hey. Get up."

No, you must have thought so. Perhaps due to sleep, Ghost's words sounded like a favourite, oft-played melody. He had never spoken to you in such a tone.

Slowly opening your eyes, still glued together from a pleasant sleep, to your surprise the vision in front of you is invisible. Darkness continues to reign. It must be very early in the morning.

Grimacing and yawning involuntarily, you drag yourself up straightening your ossified limbs and your sore muscles, stiffened from the hard mattress.

"Good mornin’ "

Mumbling uncomfortably, you notice that your pyjama shirt has pulled up tightly during the night, pulling your protruding belly away. Sitting up you grab the hem of the tee quickly pulling it down. And at the same moment as the soft material of the shirt covers your body, feeling the cotton weave under your fingers - you freeze.

You are not wearing gloves.

In a panic you clench the fist of your left hand, praying that Ghost, like you, can't see much at this hour. That, thanks to the tightly closed shutters, not even the smallest, first rays of the rising sun entered the room and prevented you from getting a good look.

You don't remember taking your gloves off before going to bed. You only took them off when you took a bath and quickly washed them. What is there to say, ever since you crossed the threshold of this house and made sure that your left hand was either clenched into a fist or hidden, so that a man wouldn't see what you wanted so badly to hide from him. Even while sleeping in this bizarre tiny room, or rather resembling a storage room. The gloves were still stuck on your hands, thoroughly covering every bit of skin on your hand.

You didn't want to let the man finally see what you were trying to hide from him.

And you had good reason to do so. Revealing the truth could have cost you a lot. Well, it could have cost you your life. Literally.

You are pulled from these feverish musings by the next words of a man who was now standing in the exit, almost in the corridor.

“Gather up, we're leaving in twenty minutes.”

Finishing his sentence, he turned his back and started down the corridor with a quiet chuckle, adding

“You don't like getting up in the morning, do you, birdy?'

When you finally look at yourself in the bathroom mirror after your morning toilet, you are surprised to find that your previously grey, heavily tired face with large bags under your eyes has slowly taken on more vibrant, cheery colour.

You correct the clothes you found a few days ago on one of the neatly stacked piles of clothes. Hoping they will be good on you and the man won't mind, considering that they were definitely not to his taste.

Stepping outside, Ghost is already standing in full gear with Riley on a leash, who merrily wagges his tail while standing evenly by the man's side. The weather promises to be sunny, the sky shrouded only by single, small clouds. Even in the distance you can hear birds singing.

One would think that it is a simple May morning, like any other for many years. The same, lazy and peaceful. The world slowly waking up to life.

Except that as you take your first steps on the stairs and Ghost hastily closes the locks, you don't hear the noise of passing cars or the chatter of neighbours in the yards of their houses at all. Apart from the birds and the light hum of the wind, there is that familiar, and unbearable, silence.

"Come on, get in."

The soldier's voice is again just as you remember it, harsh, commanding and unpleasant.

“Get behind the wheel, I'll take care of monitoring the area.”

It's been a while since you last sat behind the wheel and drove a car. However, it was probably nothing difficult, reckon it's like riding a bike. Once learnt it is never forgotten. You check the position of the side mirrors and wheel, and adjust the saddle so that your legs reach the pedals comfortably. You fasten your seat belt and, breathing deeply a few times, start the engine by turning the key in the ignition.

With little bouncing and whooshing the car finally starts. The drive is slow, the man instructing you which way to go.

Riley sits on the boot of the back as if copying Ghost's behaviour, stretches his neck out and looks carefully around.

The landscape outside the car's windows is typically urban, straight intersections, buildings standing tightly side by side. As the city has been uninhabited for a long time, greenery appears in the least expected places.

Between the sidewalk tiles or in the roofs, holes of buildings.

It's quiet in the car, only every now and then Ghost breaks the prevailing silence for a moment and gives short and quick commands, pointing you in the direction of drive.

You are still angry with him for yesterday afternoon. For the lack of any explanation and for his drunken ramblings about secrecy and confidentiality , about pratically everything you wanted to ask him about.

Clutching your hands tighter on the steering wheel, you stubbornly do not turn your head away from the windshield, focusing your gaze on the straight and smooth asphalt streets.

Finally, you open the window from your side to feel the brisk breeze of spring. You smile gently, feeling the warm wind brush your cheeks.

Eventually you drive quite far from home, Ghost tells you to stop at one of the buildings. The district seems to be more industrial than residential. Large buildings with broken windows stand by the street scaring its view, by casting extensive shadows on the street.

“One of the cameras has been activating every now and then for some time. Maybe it's broken, because it should only activate when it senses some movement.”

Ghost looks through the window on your side, pointing his finger at one of the walls of the tall, oblong building.

“Maybe it detects some kind of herd, wild boar or hares. It's getting warmer and warmer, everything is waking up after winter, maybe they're looking for food.”

“How does it all work?”

You interrupt him, looking in the same direction as the man.

“Why don't you finally say something more about all this, you are quite well organized. Why don't you say it's a confidential matter and I won't find out anything more?”

You turn your head in his direction, trying to read something from his posture, his movements in the passenger seat. Unfortunately, wearing a mask, it was difficult to understand what feelings were going through him at the moment.

“Yes, most things are classified, but.... I can tell you something,” he replies

The man gets out of the car and pulls the dog out of the trunk. You hastily get out and stand next to them.

“The cameras have motion sensors, so they don't run continuously. I have solar panels, aggregators, so when it comes to power, there is no problem. The house, as well as important points in the city, have been prepared for such an eventuality. So by taking care of it and having the knowledge, I can live here for many long years.”

Ghost looks at you crossing his arms over his chest. Riley, without waiting for you, walks down the street sniffing cars left on the side of the road.

“So you're saying that you knew... that you were prepared for all this?”

“Not exactly, but yes. I was trained to survive in difficult conditions. I also learned a lot during those two years.” - he said.

The man pulled the gun off his shoulder and looked at it carefully

“That means you have running water, electricity. You've got supplies, weapons.... It means that all the rumors that were repeated months before. They were true. That the government, the military, other services.... knew about it! You knew what was going to happen!”

Ghost lifts his gaze from the gun and looks back at you squinting his eyes and sighs loudly

“It's... complicated. No, we were not prepared for such a situation exactly. It's ... just there was information that something , close to it, might happen. But no one expected such chaos, annihilation. And what it is now.”

Maybe the man was telling the truth, maybe he wanted to convey something to you that would finally cut short this intrusive race of questions that was going on in your head. Or maybe the man answered evasively, lying in an attempt to simply reassure you in a twisted way.

“And the basement?” 

You finally ask this question hoping that the situation from last night will not repeat itself.

“It's classified.”

Ghost replies roughly

“Come on. After all, the law, the governments, all that stuff is gone. You can't hide behind continued professional secrecy or whatever you want to call it.”

Raising your voice, you nevertheless try to sound calm, not letting him know what emotions are gripping you.

You felt like throwing yourself at the man, beating him with your fists shouting for him to finally end this farce and tell you everything you want to know.

If you were to cooperate and live side by side you had to be honest with each other.

And in this case, unfortunately, you were afraid that you could not be completely honest with him, because the truth could cause more damage and problems than keeping silent or partially ignoring the issue. Maybe lying was not always the worst option, maybe it was the lesser evil. Less harm, and less pain.

“There was one of them in the basement. Unconscious. That much I can say. Come let's check that security camera.”

After checking the camera, which Ghost said was fully operational, the man decided to search one of the neighboring buildings.

Then you go in a steady rhythm to the tower, at noon, where for more than an hour Ghost waits for any signal or the arrival of anyone. However, no one responded this time either. Not a trace of anyone.

Returning, as the suburban landscape moved lazily past the window, you decided to ask a few things again.

“Are there more places like yours?”

Asking this question, you took your eyes off the road for a moment and looked hopefully at the man

“I don't know. There are several houses similar to mine planned in this town. They should also be in other strategic places. But... I don't know, I haven't heard from anyone since Day Zero.”

“So you think... you think it's the end of humanity, that this virus, bacteria, whatever it was and it's infecting people, it's so strong that.... eventually everyone will become one of them?”

“What exactly do you mean kid? The end of humanity?”

You roll your eyes hearing this nickname once again

“Why are you calling me ‘kid’?”

Your fingers nervously tap the steering wheel, and when you don't hear an answer from the man, you add

“I'm not as young as you think.”

Ghost visibly amused snorts  

“You're young enough for me.”

“Then what should I call you old man? Actually, I don't know what's under that mask. Maybe you wear it to somehow hold back the big wrinkles?”

Ghost snorts visibly amused

“Maybe you're right, maybe not.”

The man focuses his gaze behind the view outside the window and follows something on the sidewalk.

“Stop quickly.”

You press the brake pedal, causing the vehicle to jerk suddenly.

Ghost hastily gets out and heads a few steps behind the car.

You get out and run up to the man.

“What's going on Ghost?”

As you approach, you look to the spot over which the man is crouching

“Blood. But it's already dried up. Maybe some animal got hurt. It's not a large amount.”

You notice a small dark crimson stain on the sidewalk right next to the curb.

Ghost gets up and looks around.

“I'll let Riley out to check the area, but I'm sure it's the blood of some small animal hunted by some larger predator.”

As Riley searches the area you and Ghost stand next to the car in silence watching the dog's actions.

“Do you know how to shoot?”

Ghost is standing next to you with his hands folded over his chest his tone of voice is a little more pleasant this time, perhaps more sympathetic even.

“No, I've never shot,”

“I'll teach you.”

The man replies briefly and pulls one of the smaller gun from its holster.

Holding it in his open hand, he displays it so that you can see the item accurately.

“Are you left-handed or right-handed?”

“I don't know. When I was a kid I learned to write with one hand and the other... so.”

You answer and Ghost turns the weapon around so that you can freely grab the handle.

“See which hand you're more comfortable in.”

Catching the weapon uncertainly in your right hand, you are surprised by its heaviness. Despite its small size, the weapon is relatively heavy.

“Relax, the gun is locked.”

Ghost saying this corrects your hand on the gun so that you can grab it more comfortably and with a firmer grip.

After a while you release the grip and, hesitating to move the gun to your other hand, you remember that if you grab it with your left hand, the man may notice something you've been trying to hide from him all these days.

Nevertheless, the man speaks, as if reading your mind.

“Your left hand, you always hide it.”

The man slowly takes the weapon from your hand and puts it back in place.

Standing opposite each other, with the sun gently covering the clouds, you could finally take a calm and close look at the man. His dark eyes in the daylight were a warm brown, like two ambers in which were embedded flecks of glittering gold and reddish glitter. His eyes are unique, staring at you with full attention and concentration. You could swear that underneath that scary and menacing-looking skull mask, Ghost was smiling. The corners of his large eyes were crinkling and along with his long (for a man, he had bloody long and thick eyelashes - oh how you'd love to have those), forming a peculiar, lovely frame around his eyeballs.

Looking at him has your body warming, a fire igniting under your skin.

His hand has slowly moved towards your left arm. In a gentle grip, he grabs your wrist and just as slowly lifts it up so that it is stretched out in front of you.

You feel his hard slightly rough thumb slide with unusual tenderness over the top of your wrist gently hooking the skin that was already under the material of the glove.

You say nothing, your eyes remain in uninterrupted contact, and the man wordlessly tilts his head slightly to signal you not to worry. Interrupting the soothing finger movement, the man slips his index finger and thumb inside the glove, catching your hand in a slight squeeze and unhurriedly moving his hand so that the glove material began to slide away from your hand.

Riley suddenly breaks off on all fours running towards one of the deserted tall buildings. He falls into the same rage that he had fallen into the day before when those sounds were heard from the basement. Barking loudly and nervously, he sprints towards the dark, open entrance of the building.

Ghost lets go of your hand flexing his muscles and straightening up.

He looks towards the building the dog was running towards and then at you at the same moment pulling the gun off his shoulder.

"Get in the car. And close the door."

The man hastily checks the number of magazines he has on him and lights the torches he has attached to his tactical gear.

"Come on!"

He shouts urging you on.

"What's going on, why should I get in the car? Maybe someone is out there? they need our help or something?"

You ask nervously looking towards the building in front of which the dog was standing furiously and out barking noisily.

"Bloody hell, kid. Our help? Are you really that stupid? They don't need our help!"

"They? What are you saying, maybe there's someone out there injured, but- but alive?"

You stammer, flustered.

“I don't believe it. You really think they need our help. They are dead. And damn dangerous in the herd.”

You nod in the negative and shout in chorus.

“How can you know if you're standing here? Hell, how do you know who's out there if you're here. Do you always assume the worst?”

“What the-. Wait. Wait, kid.”

Ghost turns around and grabs your elbow in a strong and pain-inducing hug

“Do you want to say. No. Fuck. Impossible.”

Ghost's muffled words merge with the loud barking of the dog, which stands uninterruptedly furious in the same place.

“You're suggesting, no... Can't you hear them? Don't you hear that chorus of penetrating squeaks? That cursed sound you hear all night long, reaching the farthest recesses of your brain.”

The man jerks you harder, as if he wants to force an answer out of you.

And you stare at him with fear. Not because of the threat that most likely lurked in the dark recesses of the abandoned building.

But you fear that the truth, which you hide not only under the material of your gloves, will be something that will make the man decide to end your life, just like what he kept in the basement. You know perfectly well what he is capable of.

Because by revealing the truth, you may reveal something that you have been hiding even from yourself. Because when, after a failed suicide attempt and after many days of agony and suffering, you finally came to your senses, you noticed with horror and alarm that the penetrating squeals that accompanied you every night had quieted down.

You didn't hear them anymore.

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Sooo I've decided to finally cross-post my Obey Me crack-fic from ao3, I hope you enjoy!✨️

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Cheek Clappin' Behavior

Ch.1

summary: Mc gets bamboozled by the game we all know and love 😭. They also happen to get yeeted right into it at full throttle, oops. How, you ask?? Who knows-

warnings: swearin/strong language, a quick innuendo, Mc just bein straight up wild tbh

misc: this fic doesn't accurately follow the story, literally just random shits 'n giggles for now lmao [pls it's so unserious ajfjshsjs] + the memes you see edited were done by me in my absolute mess of a gallery 💀

word count: almost 1k

It was just an ordinary day for Mc… Well, that is if you could call simping for fictional characters from a story-based gacha game ordinary. Okay, maybe they're a liiiiiiittle bonkers in the head, but we still love 'em 😋.

[Mc's POV]

'You've gotta be clappin' my cheeks unequivocally rn.'

"How tf am I gonna pull up AND get bumblefucked by this yee yee ass game 🤨🤨🤨??" Okay, so maaaaybe I got raw-dogged by a fictional world, but I can fix this for sure‼️

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Oh.

I didn't fix this. Far from it, in fact. Yet another 10 pull, wasted… 😟

Welp, whatever‼️‼️ Back to the story then hehEHEHEHE— HOLY FUCKIN' MOTHER OF GO— MAMMON YOU ABSOLUTE BABYGWORL TF YOU DOIN' LOOKIN' LIKE THAT?? 🤭🤭🤭

Even tho he plays hard to get, he ain't a match for MY sluttish behavior 🤪—

THIS? FUCKING?? $ Ł Ü ✝️? ? ? "The absolute fuckin' audacity I swear— AND this mf blushin' too? Consider tears runnin' down my leg fr fr for real fr‼️" YOU SEE THAT TUB OVER THERE MAMS?? YEAH HOP IN THAT BITCH CUZ I'M BOUTTA 😩😩—

Ahem.

Caught myself lackin' for a sec there sorry bout that y'all 💀—

I then end up playing this damn game for a psychologically questionable amount of time. Such a long time, in fact, my raggedy ass fell asleep with the game open. O p e n. I didn't even get to charge my shit— hot damn 😬.

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Next thing I know, I'm exposing my eye sockets to a ridiculous amount of light.

✨️OWIE✨️—

Oh.

'Now why in the ass-eatin' fuck does this place look familiar?? This ain't my house OR my room🗿. Tf is goin' on in here on this ass-chappin' day 🤨🤨??'

Like, the more I look around, the more shit's appearance becomes clear to me [no d U h Mc?? C'mon get it together 😭].

'Tho it does look a bit [a fuck ton tf you mean?? 💀] like my room in Obey Me…🤔'

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"Did my bitch-ass get isekai'd into the world of Big Boobie Bitches— I mean Obey Me??????⁉️🗣📢🔥"

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' …You've gotta be tuggin' my schlong rn this shit is a different breed. No, literally. Does that mean I'm a whole ass sheep now⁉️ This ain't gonna work. I swear on my left kneeca—'

All of a sudden, someone's headass bursts into the room. I was about to chew them tf out like a baddie, but then I SEE 🕕🫦🕕—

'CERTIFIED BABYGWORL??? AJDJSJEEJ OMGOMGOMG IT'S HIIIIIIIM IT'S MAAAAAMMMMS OH MY—🥺🎊✨️🫧💖‼️🥰💛'

"Yo, human! Ya were s'pposed to hang out with me today! What's goin' on?"

I—

'Ugh. What a cutie 🥰. Look at him, lookin' at me like that 'n shit 😭💖.'

I stare right back at the white-haired babygworl— I mean demon, trying a lil TOO hard to fight the inner voices that are telling me to jump him unprovoked.

"Well, tbh tbh honestly tbh, I haven't the slightest fuckin' clue Monie.. Buuuuuuut you can still take me out if you want tho 👀." I give him a lil look. Yano, a look. A little lookie look. A look that looks like a lil look because it looks—

"Whatever, let's just go. You've been makin' The Great Mammon wait long enough." He then drags me outta the room as if I'm his bitch.

'OW MY PUSS- now hold on for just a diddly ding dang darn second ☝️🤓— here I thought it was supposed to be the other way around 🤨🤔❓️ ❓️ ❓️'

Welp I'll just have to worry about it another time ig 🤷.

Anyways, now we were makin' our way [downtown] through the Big Ass House of Lamentation, BAHoL for short, trying to get to wherever tf Mammon has plans for. Well, that is until we run into a certain someone.

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'GAAASSSPP IT'S HIIIIIM‼️ LEVIATHAN THE SWEET BOOOOOOYYYYY OHFUCKOHFUUUCK 🥰💖🫧🧡✨️‼️'

"Yooo, Levi! Funny seein' ya outside ya room for once." Both Mammon and I then proceed to start gigglin' like two lil bitches lmao.

Until this mf turns around 🗿.

…My face just about shriveled up inside itself.

'DID BABYGWORL #3 GET EVEN QUIRKIER 😳😳😳⁉️'

"Levi.. you good?? You're looking a bit differently different there bud 😭😭."

'I swear to shit there are literal SPARKLES just shootin' me in the eyes rn.'

"Idk what you're talking abt lol." He blinks and just shrugs at me like absolutely NOTHING is wrong like wtf my g—

"Tbh tbh honestly tbh Levi you're looking MAD ✨️bbg✨️ rn and idk how to cope with that so I think it's best you induce an anime withdrawal for just a singular sliver of a second the sake of my sanity 🗣🗣."

It takes him a couple seconds for the matter inside his cranium to process whatever tf just came out my mouth.

"B-Bbg!? WOOOAAAHHHH❗️🗣🗣🗣📢💥.. I-I can't believe you're calling a no-good otaku shut-in like me that!" He takes a moment to cover his now blushing face sextillion times more than his hair already does with his hand.

'Omg what a lil cutie I swear— got me swooning 'n shit <3.'

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever! We've gotta get goin' now. See ya later, Levi!" Mammon cuts off the ENTIRE interaction quicker than it even started before dragging me away like a fucking rag doll.

'L?? M?? A?? O?? Tf is all this motion for 🫨🥴?'

What the plans are?? I still haven't the slightest of darn clues, buT I GUESS WE'LL FIND OUT 🗣.

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I kid you tf not we literally only managed to reach the main entrance before getting jumpscared by none other than Lucifer himself—

'EYE- SWEET MOTHER OF DIAVOLO'S (. )( .)‼️—'

[✨️To Be Continued✨️]

[derangedthots]

If you like yandere Top!Luke in lukejace you should read Fall into sin on A03, Luke is pretty unhinged in that fic lol

anon i hope you know i'm kissing you on the mouth for this recommendation, i loved the fic so much i felt like i needed to put it in my teeth and shake it like a rabid dog. literally had me crying screaming clawing at the walls and my hair fjsks luke's inner turmoil and his rapid descent into what i call the "oh honey you need a mental hospital immediately" mindset just🤭🤭 so So good and the dead dove was definitely dead dove-ing. the line abt jace fucking men who remind him of harwin?? i CACKLED it's so good and so so true💀; i love a babygirl with daddy issues(luke's mommy kink also made me laugh hysterically, they're a pair the both of them LMAO)

[tatatatatara]

4, 6, 11, 13, 14, and 26 asks^^

🫂 4. Random ship I like

*crack knuckles* I'm all for crackcanon and ships with no romantic moment (have you guys seen my OTP) so I love this question. So far I like

💚💜 RizeEto. Girls grew up with serious daddy issues will eventually destroy patriarchy (and be the cause of their father's death) I swear they are a match for the other they would spend hours trash talk Furuta and Washuu. If there is a high school AU I'm sure they will be best buds (the mean girls of the school)

👭 SasakoTouka. I always prefer HaiseTouka to KanekiTouka, but Sasako will satisfy Touka's inner lesbian (i am joking here dont kill meee) and daddy's issue at the same time

🐶🐶 TakeIrimi. Love how Irimi dissed him at first then changed her opinion. They are both calm, like dog and respect the elders I think Take will feel at ease with her

🦉 TakizawaTomoe. This is really random I don't even into it in canonverse (Im pretty sure he thinks of her like a little sister at best). But like, in an alternative universe, where Tomoe is HouTata's daughter, I'll like to see Tomoe introduce Takizawa to them and Houji will be like "Oh great Takizawa is a really good guy" 😊👍 while Tatara goes full protective dad mode and be rude to Takizawa for nothing. That's the only scenario where I'd like this ship

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🤡 6. Useless character

Kazuo Yoshida. I hate this man with a passion because he got a whole chapter in a novel, a celebration for his birthday in the calendar, a whole profile with height and weight and he appeared in many omakes. Why do this aerobic instructor got more information than HouTata fuckkkk

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💀 13. Most satisfying death

I'll say maybe Kijima. He got karma and became the chainsaw devil at the end, it's funny. Also Tsuneyoshi Washuu's death look beautiful too it looks like Furuta had fun there.

There are many characters that I hate more but their death are too quick (ex: Torso)

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🪦 14. Death that made me cry

I don't cry, but I really feel sad when those two boys in squad 0 got killed. For Houji and Tatara's death I feel immense rage and disbelief

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😇 26. Sacrifice a character for another

I'll sacrifice Houji Takashi for Houji Kousuke to be revived and become a leader in the TSC. WHO IS THAT RANDOM GUY ANYWAY GIVE THE ORIGINAL HOUJI BACK

[therhythmafterthesummer]

You know that meme of that guy with veins popping on his forehead??? That's me whenever there's any talk about chris mating/marking pretty in any drabble/ask/wr installment 🫠🫠🫠🫠 I like to think that the day he finally asks her she's like oh sure *bares neck* and his inner wolf is like IT WAS THAT EASY????? lmao

That same meme I mentioned is also me now, looking at mirrors and once again wanting a wolf bf ☹️ anyway hfsjhfdjdjdj

Also someone mentioned about pretty getting ready for her company's christmas dinner and guess who has her company's dinner tomorrow? 🙋🏻‍♀️ I almost didn't go but I couldn't come up with any excuse fhdhdhh but ughh I'm so awkward at situations like that and I haven't been working there for long so I'm not super close with anyone and also I'm the only one who doesn't drink so 💀 I'm trying to be positive I swear HFDJ

So update about mandarina, she's leaving me on sunday 😭 she was a super chill and lovely kitten and I'm so sad she behaved so well 🥲 I def do want a kitten now I know my roommate and dog are gonna hate me but we'll see 🤭

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the day Chris gets to claim pretty will be the day he fully ascends to heaven sidfhsdfkdskjfsf and apparently some of you would ascend with him too.

i'm glad you liked the drabble🤭

good luck on your christmas dinner today!!!! hope it goes well and that at least you have a bit of fun all things considered sjdfh

awww Mandarina... i'm sure she's gonna be really happy going back to her human, but i'm sad you won't have a kitty at home anymore )): they're so good.

[fieryjeannearchives]

About the Hyakki Yako Collab✨

Hyakki Yagyō or Hyakki Yakō (“Night Parade of the Hundred Demons”) is a concept from Japanese folklore that refers to a parade composed of hundreds of types of yōkai.

🧜‍♀️ Kohaku seems to be a Ningyo or Amabie

A Ningyo (“human fish”) is a creature with both human and fish-like features. Though often translated as "mermaid", the term is technically not gender-specific and may include the "mermen".

An Amabie is a legendary Japanese mermaid or merman with a bird-beak-like mouth and three legs or tail-fins, who allegedly emerges from the sea, prophecies either an abundant harvest or an epidemic, and instructs people to make copies of its likeness to defend against illness.

👻 Suika seems to be a Zashiki-warashi

Zashiki-warashi ("parlor child") are spirit-like beings that are said to be yokai that live in parlors or storage rooms, that perform pranks, and that people who see one would be visited with good fortune.

🦁🐶 Kinro & Ginro could be Komainu

Komainu, often called lion-dogs in English, are statue pairs of lion-like creatures, which traditionally guard the entrance or gate of the shrine, or placed in front of or within the honden (inner sanctum) of Japanese Shinto shrines.

🦊 Gen looks like a Kitsune

Kitsune ("fox spirits") possess abilities that increase as they get older and wiser. They can shapeshift and some stories speak of them employing this ability for trickery, but others portray them as faithful guardians, friends, and lovers.

👹 Senku could be an Oni

Oni are creatures from Japanese folklore that share many similarities with Western demons and ogres. Their function is to punish and torment those who are evil and unjust. Thus, there are bad Oni, but there are also good ones that symbolize protection.

🐉 Ryusui seems to be either a Ryūjin or a Kirin

Ryūjin ("Dragon God") was the tutelary deity of the sea in Japanese mythology. Many versions had him with the ability to transform into a human shape, the knowledge of medicine, and the power to bring rain and thunder.

The kirin (qilin, chilin, or quilin) is a hybrid horned ungulate (lion body, fish skin, and deer horns) from Chinese mythology, which is said to appear in conjunction with the arrival of a wise man. He is often depicted as having flames all over his body.

🦦Chrome appears to be a Kamaitachi

Kamaitachi appear riding on dust devils and cut people using their sickle-like front claws, delivering sharp, painless wounds. Their name is a combination of the words “itachi” (“weasel”), and “kama” (“sickle”).

🐈 Ukyo looks like a Nekomata

The Nekomata (“forked cat”) is a cat with supernatural abilities. It imitates the actions of humans, standing on two legs and walking upright thanks to the support of its forked tail. However, they cannot transform into human.

🐦‍⬛ Hyoga seems like a Tengu

Tengu (“Heavenly Dog”) are considered a type of yōkai or Shinto kami. The Tengu were originally thought to take the forms of birds of prey and a monkey deity, and they were traditionally depicted with human, monkey, and avian characteristics.

💀 Tsukasa could be a Yūrei

Yūrei are thought to be spirits separated from a peaceful life after death due to something that happened to them in life, lack of a proper funeral ceremony, or by committing suicide; for which they wander like souls in pain.

[erin-bo-berin]

Parts in the podcast I thought were funny and priced he was in a silly goofy mood:

With his Stranger Things money, he Spent 3k on a car from craigslist and it broke down on a road trip with his dad

He has an old ass phone with terrible service and can’t even use his gps

When he travels he says they’re on a budget and they live on a bus the whole time 😂

Joe gave great relatable advice about how unrealistic social media is

He plays No heavy ego games, just inner light.

Oh man I forgot about the car! Lol I was like boy…you played yourself buying a car on Craigslist, but hey it makes for a funny story now 💀

When he said his phone was a brick all I could picture was the iPhone 3 lol those came out when I was a senior in high school and I know they’re ancient now. But I’m like what iPhone is yours if it’s that old Joe 👀

Yes! Him basically saying they were dogging it for the entire djo mini tours they’ve had lol I wasn’t paying attention for a second, I’d zoned out because I was listening to it early in the morning and I heard him say dogging it and was like WAIT WHAT ARE THEY TALKING ABOUT 😳 I need to get my mind out of the gutter lol

He’s so incredibly relatable and real. Especially when he was talking about social media. I know it’s gotta be hard for anyone to compare themselves to others on Instagram, but like he somewhat mentioned, you’re only seeing a piece of that person’s life, just a snapshot. Most of the time, people only post the good things too so you don’t know what else they’re facing, plus it’s so common to see people using filters, more flattering lighting etc. to make them look absolutely perfect.

I also liked how he was literally talking about doom scrolling on Instagram cause I have such a bad habit doing that! Like he was saying he wastes so much fucking time on there I was like oof calling me out boy. I’m still laughing though when he was like “look at all these ways to cook an egg!”

It was such a great podcast, I’d love to hear him on more. Just hearing him talk about things he loves, enjoys and especially lately when he seems so much happier and free-er is just so great.