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soluversworld · 2 days ago

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I hope I'm doing this right but I have a request for 50 shades of Redacted/Ren The ideas been in my head for ages!

Reader finds out a certain someone has been sneaking into their house at night to steal their underwear, reader catches Ren or Redacted in the act and reader after catching Ren/Redacted ties him to a chair to “interrogate”(tease) him and then things get steamy?

It would be a nice change of pace to see a more dominant/teasing reader

Genre: smut

Summary: — Reader finds out a certain someone has been sneaking into their house at night to steal their underwear, reader catches Ren or Redacted in the act and reader after catching Ren/Redacted ties him to a chair to “interrogate”(tease) him and then things get steamy?

It would be a nice change of pace to see a more dominant/teasing reader

I decided to make both of them switch, My friend asked for a DOM REDACTED for this request too..

THEN YOU SMASH!!

( Reader is a g.n!)

Content/Trigger warnings

Explicit Sexual Content (NSFW)

Dom/Sub Dynamics (Teasing, control, and edging)

Praise Kink

Strong Emotional Intimacy

Light Roughness (Biting, marking, possessive touch)

Overstimulation

Did not proof read/Rushed.

[REDACTED] had always been meticulous. Quiet as a shadow, gliding through the house like it belonged to him. Like you belonged to him.

Well, For fuck sake- You moved with him 5 months ago. Today, You're sleeping alone because you're little mad at him. (It's very silly)

And in a way, you did. You just didn’t know it yet.

But tonight? Tonight was different. Maybe it was the creak of the door. Maybe it was the way the floorboard near your bed gave just a little under his weight. Or maybe, just maybe, you’d finally gotten tired of pretending you didn’t notice your favorite underwear disappearing one by one.

So you waited. Pretending to sleep, breathing steady. Listening.

And sure enough—

A breath. A shuffle. The whisper of your dresser drawer sliding open.

You moved fast.

The lights snapped on. [REDACTED] froze like a deer in headlights, your underwear still dangling from his fingers. Their pink-purple hair was a mess, slightly curled at the ends from the soft humidity of the night. His cheeks flushed a deep red, eyes wide and glinting with something that wasn’t quite shame. It was darker. Needier.

“Angel—” he started, but you were already grabbing the belt off your robe.

“Sit. In. The. Chair.” You pointed toward the wooden one by your desk. It was sturdy, high-backed. Perfect.

“…Y’don’t gotta do that,” he mumbled, shifting awkwardly. “Was just… lookin’.”

“Oh, I know exactly what you were looking for.” You took slow steps toward him, the belt hanging loosely in your hand. "Go on. Sit down, pretty guy."

His breath caught. Still flushed, he obeyed.

You worked efficiently, looping the belt around his wrists and securing them to the slats of the chair. Not too tight—yet. Just enough to keep him still.

“Y’really gonna tie me up?” he drawled, smirking through his flush. “Y’plannin’ on punishin’ me, Angel?”

“You broke into my room to sniff my panties. I think that earns you at least an interrogation.”

“Didn’t break in… live here too,” he muttered, eyes flicking down to where your thighs were now perfectly visible thanks to your raised hemline. “And I didn’t sniff ‘em. Not yet.”

You arched a brow and stepped between his legs, resting your hands on his knees. “So you admit it.”

He smiled, all teeth. “Y’know I’d never lie to you.”

“Come on! REDACTED! It's only for one night.'” you said softly, voice edged with playful danger. “Even though we live under the same roof.”

“Can’t help it,” he murmured. “You're just so damn soft… 'n warm… smell like heaven. S'why I can't stop.”

You leaned down until your faces were inches apart, lips brushing against his ear.

“Well, since you’re already in trouble… why don’t we see just how far you’re willing to go for what you want?”

A shiver ran down their spine.

You ran your fingers under the collar of their oversized sweater, tugging it down just enough to expose the delicate chain around his neck—and the quickening beat of his pulse.

He was beautiful like this. Flushed. Tied up. Breathing heavy while pretending not to care. His eyes were half-lidded now, that same sleepy lust pooling like ink.

“Tell me, REDACTED. How long have you been sneaking into my room? When I lived at Rat's kingdom's apartment?” You stick out your tongue, expect for Vi- You hated at place.

He paused. You tightened the belt slightly, just enough to dig into their skin. He hissed, then chuckled lowly.

“….”

Your hand slid down their chest, feeling his breath catch.

“And what do you do when you're in here?”

He hesitated again.

He groaned.

“Look at you. So cocky, but now that I’ve got you tied up, you can’t even answer a simple question.”

His voice dropped, breathless. “Touch myself… sometimes. Just… look. Smell. Pretend you’re there.”

“Oh?” You rocked your hips ever so slightly, watching the way his breath stuttered. “Do you imagine me doing this?”

“Fuck… Angel—”

You cupped their cheek, soft and sweet. He actually shivered.

“You’d jump if I said I loved you, wouldn’t you?”

Their eyes immediately shined over. You saw it—just for a second—the complete unraveling of that dangerous, apathetic persona. He leaned into your hand like a starving man.

“I would,” he whispered. “God, I would.”

You leaned in, lips just barely touching his. “Too bad I won't say it.”

He whimpered.

But then, something in him cracked. His smirk returned—wobbly, desperate, but still him.

“Y’keep this up, Angel,” he drawled, voice low and fraying, “I’m gonna break this chair and fuck you into the mattress.”

You ground down on him, slowly, deliberately.

“No, you won’t. Because if you do… I’ll stop.”

He went utterly still beneath you.

You kissed the corner of his mouth. “Good boy.”

He trembled.

“Say it,” you demanded.

“…Good boy f' you” he repeated, wrecked and breathless.

You smiled and dragged your nails down his chest, leaving butterfly kisses, that peeked through his turtleneck. Their head dropped back against the chair, eyes fluttering shut, hips bucking instinctively.

You were in control. Completely.

You leaned close again, this time letting your lips press firmly to his. It started slow—soft, almost sweet—but the moment his tongue brushed yours, it was over.

He kissed like a man starved. Like he’d been waiting years for this exact moment. And maybe he had.

You pulled back just long enough to whisper against his lips, “You’ll ask permission next time, won’t you?”

He nodded frantically. “Yes, yes, fuck, anything you want—”

“Shh,” you said, pressing a finger to his mouth. “I want to do something with you a little longer.”

He moaned under his breath, already hard and straining beneath his pants.

You rocked your hips again, slow and torturous, watching as he fought against the urge to buck. He was shaking.

“I could leave you like this,” you murmured. “Tied up."

He whimpered.

“But I won’t. Because I want you to remember how it feels when I make you fall apart.”

“Angel, please—”

You kissed them again, harder this time. Wet and possessive. Biting their bottom lip just hard enough to make them gasp.

And when you pulled back again, their eyes were glazed, lips swollen, panting.

“I think you’ve been punished enough,” you said sweetly.

“…You gonna untie me now?”

You smirked.

“No.”

You slipped your hand between his legs.

He was already half gone. Breath ragged, hips twitching under you, wrists still bound to the chair like a pretty little prize you’d won. His hair stuck to his forehead in soft waves, tips brushing their flushed cheeks.

And you?

You looked like sin perched in his lap.

“You gonna keep squirming, buttercup?” you purred, voice like velvet, “Or are you gonna behave like a good love and let me play?”

REDACTED whimpered—actually whimpered—as you rolled your hips again, dragging along the length of their through the fabric.

“F-fuck, Angel—y’can’t keep doin’ that, I’m gonna—”

“You’re gonna what?” you tilted your head.

Your fingers brushed the metal of his nipple piercing. He sucked in a sharp breath.

Oh.

So that’s what got them.

You smirked and pinched it—not hard. Just enough to test it. He choked on a moan, head lolling back against the chair with a shudder.

“Well, well,” you hummed, voice sickly sweet, “I should’ve known you were this filthy. To be honest, we both are damned for each other but I guess, For Tonight- I enjoy being on top of you."

He mumbled something low and shaky—“only for you”—and you rewarded him with a slow drag of your tongue along the shell of his ear, nipping just below his piercings.

“Y’keep teasin’ me like this, I swear t’god—” Their words died in his throat as you moved to straddle them fully, thighs spread on either side of theirs.

“Swear to God what?” you asked, rocking forward deliberately as your fingers dipped . “You gonna do something about it? Gonna fuck me into the chair like you said?”

REDACTED’s hips jerked up helplessly. “Fuck—can’t like this—m’arms—”

“That’s the point,” you whispered, dragging your nails up his stomach. “You’re not supposed to do anything. Just sit there and take it.”

He whimpered again, utterly pliant under you. Revealing pale skin marred with black ink—lines of kanji, wisps of waves, bold strokes twisting up his arm in the form of dragons and koi fish.

Jesus, why did he hide such a beauty while he was pretending to be Ren?

“Oh my god,” you laughed, leaning down to kiss it. “You are so obsessed.”

Their breath hitched. “Only you,” he rasped. “Told you... I’d do anythin’ for you.”

You kissed a trail , pausing just over one of his coding tattoos. “Wanted to ask you, Is this... a password?”

He groaned. “Y’already got my heart, figured you might as well have access to my email.”

“Fucking- REDACTED!” you giggled, but your hand slid lower, teasing “

He shook his head slowly.

You sucked a breath through your teeth. “God, you’re a.....”

And he moaned. Like that word alone unraveled him.

His cock slapped up against his stomach, already hard and leaking, the metal of his Jacob’s Ladder catching the light.

Your mouth went dry.

“...Well? Remember when you teased me back at the Library- Making me count how many times you.....pumped me in?” you asked, voice thick with lust.

REDACTED was panting now, his head tilted back, eyes dark and desperate.

“Might’ve been thinkin’ about how good it’d feel inside you,” he said, voice hoarse. “Been dreamin’ of it, Angel. You bouncin’ on my cock, squeezin’ ‘round the piercings—fuck—”

You leaned forward and dragged your tongue slowly up the shaft, letting the cold metal roll against your lips.

He howled.

“Shit—shitshitshit—Angel, please—” His hips bucked instinctively, only for you to pull back and slap his thigh.

“Ah, ah,” you tsked. “You move without permission again, and I’ll leave you tied here all night.”

REDACTED whined, trembling.

You lined yourself up and sank down slowly, letting him feel every single inch, every bump of his piercing dragging deliciously against your walls.

He sobbed.

You hadn’t even moved yet and he already looked ruined. Sweater pushed up over his chest, metal glinting from his piercings, eyes wet and glossy.

And when you finally rolled your hips—just once, testing—he let out a strangled, “Please, Angel, pleasepleaseplease—”

You smiled.

“God, I love you like this.”

His breath hitched.

“I didn’t say I love you,” you teased, leaning down to kiss the heart-shaped tattoo on his neck that said angel. “But I love watching you fall apart.”

Then you rode them.

Hard.

Every grind sent their head lolling back against the chair, his abs tightening under your touch, the metal of his piercings pulling sweet friction that made you tremble. His voice cracked under the pressure, cursing, begging, worshiping your name like it was the only word he knew.

“Angel, fuck, Angel, y’feel so good—can’t hold it—m’gonna come—”

“Not yet,” you growled, tightening your grip on his jaw. “Not until I say.”

You bounced harder, chasing your own high, letting the stretch and heat and metal ruin you just as much as it ruined him. Every drag of him inside made you cry out, made your thighs quake.

“Please,” he gasped. “Please let me come, Angel, m’so close, can’t take it—”

“You gonna beg like a good boy?”

He nodded desperately, tears clinging to his lashes.

“Say it.”

“Please, Angel—please let me come—I’ve been good, been so fuckin’ good for you—”

You leaned forward, lips brushing his again.

“Come for me.”

The second he heard it, he broke.

REDACTED came hard, cock twitching inside you, thick ropes spilling as he moaned loud and wrecked, their whole body convulsing under your touch. You followed not long after, burying your nails in his shoulders, the pleasure dragging you under.

When it finally faded, you collapsed against them, still breathless, his cock softening inside you as the sweat on your bodies mingled.

He was shaking.

You kissed the corner of his mouth.

He whimpered.

“I’m gonna untie you now,” you whispered, “but if you ever steal my underwear again...”

His eyes fluttered open, dazed and glassy.

“You’ll punish me again?” he rasped.

You smirked. “You want that?”

He grinned, slow and drunk on you. “Only if y’ride me again.”

You laughed.

“God, you’re hopeless.”

“But m’yours,” he whispered, voice rough and raw and devastatingly sincere. “Always.”

You were still catching your breath, sweat cooling on your skin, when you reached up to start untying him.

Big mistake.

The second the last knot slipped free, he moved—fast. Strong hands grabbed your waist, and before you could blink, he flipped you onto your back, dragging you down the bed with him until your spine hit the mattress.

“REDACTED—?!” you started, but his mouth was already on your neck, hot and open and claiming.

"Thought y’could tie me up and ride me like a toy," he murmured, voice ragged and low against your skin. “That was real cute, Angel.”

Your legs trembled as he slotted himself between them, Their weight caging you in. He was still panting, flushed and glistening, their hair a wild halo around his sharp face—but there was something dark in his eyes now. Unleashed.

“You’re the one who came in my room,” you gasped, trying to sass through the heat that pooled low in your gut.

He chuckled darkly, dragging his teeth down your jaw.

“And you’re the one who left me tied up,” he growled. “Now I’m thinkin’ it’s your turn to be ruined.”

Then he rocked his hips down, his still-sensitive cock rubbing against your entrance. You gasped, and he smiled—feral.

“That’s it,” he drawled, grinding slow, lazy. “S’posed to be my sweet Angel. But I want to be the one breakin’ the rules. You're okay with this..?"

You nodded.

Well,

Make up!

He grabbed your wrists and pinned them above your head with one big hand.

His other hand slid down between your legs, brushing through your slick, teasing your sex.

“Y’already this wet again?” he whispered, eyes locked on your face, drinking in your reactions like it gave him life. “Fuck. Guess you really liked my piercings, huh?”

You moaned, arching up into him—and he pushed in without warning, bottoming out with a guttural groan. The stretch, the metal, the heat—it knocked the air right out of your lungs.

“F-fuck—REDACTED!—”

“Shhh,” he hushed, leaning in to kiss your temple sweetly. “I got you, Angel. Just let me make you feel good.”

Then he started to ride you.

And not gently.

REDACTED’s hips snapped into you like he had something to prove—each thrust deep and brutal, dragging every ridge of his piercing inside you until your legs wrapped tight around his waist. His hand gripped your wrists like iron, keeping you trapped beneath him.

"You teased me," he rasped. "Made me beg. Had me cryin’ in that fuckin’ chair."

He pulled out slow—just the tip left in—before slamming back in so hard the headboard rattled.

“Now it’s your turn.”

You cried out, thighs shaking, body overstimulated—but he didn’t stop. Didn’t even slow down.

“Ohh, you're gonna cry f’me now?” he cooed, biting down hard enough on your collarbone to leave a mark. “Yeah... yeah, that’s it, Angel. Wanna see those pretty tears. Want y’to feel everything.”

Your body clenched around him, pulsing with the oncoming orgasm, and Redacted felt it.

“Mm, there’s that grip,” he moaned. “Fuck, keep squeezin’ me like that and I’ll come again inside you.”

His hand left your wrists and grabbed your face instead—tilting it up so you couldn’t look away from him.

"You love it," he whispered. "Love bein’ under me. Love when I lose control for you."

You nodded frantically, hips jerking up to meet his thrusts, everything else turning white-hot and hazy.

Then he leaned in and bit your lower lip, tugging just enough to sting.

“Come for me,” he growled. “Right now, Angel.”

And you broke.

Your body spasmed, nails digging into his shoulders as you came hard, pulsing around his cock like you were made for it. And the second you did, REDACTED’s hips faltered—his breath caught—and then he was right behind you, groaning into your neck as he spilled inside you, deep and raw and messy.

For a long moment, all you could hear were your gasps, tangled bodies shaking against each other.

Then—

“...‘M not done,” he murmured, voice still wrecked.

You blinked up at him, dazed. “W-what?”

“I said,” he repeated, grinning with teeth now, “I’m not done.”

He rolled his hips again, still inside you, still hard.

Oh.

Oh fuck.

"I swear! I'm gonna get back at you!"

Your legs were still twitching, your whole body strung tight like an overworked wire. But Ren didn’t pull out.

He stayed buried in you, hips gently grinding, just enough to keep you on that razor edge of overstimulation.

And then he looked at you.

That cocky, smug grin softened—melted—like you were the only thing that mattered in the world.

“Angel,” he breathed, voice low and reverent. “You’re so pretty like this... y’don’t even know.”

He leaned in slowly, eyes flicking over your tear-streaked cheeks. Then his tongue darted out, slow and purposeful, and he licked a tear from the curve of your cheekbone.

“Mm,” he murmured. “Tastes sweet.”

You gasped, caught between a moan and a shiver.

He kissed the trail after, soft and warm, and then nuzzled into your face like some oversized cat—his breath ragged but his touch so gentle.

You cupped his jaw, thumb brushing the sharp angle of his cheek, and pulled him in for a kiss.

It wasn’t rushed.

It was deep—melting—your mouths moving slow and heavy as if the world had slowed just for you.

He sighed into it, his body relaxing above yours, even as his cock stayed throbbing inside you. His fingers skimmed your waist, holding you like you’d slip away if he wasn’t careful.

When you finally pulled back, your lips were swollen, slick, and his pupils were blown wide.

"...You okay?" you whispered, brushing back the damp strands of hair stuck to his temple.

He smiled, soft and almost shy now—like he hadn’t just wrecked you six ways from Sunday.

“Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, m’okay.”

Then his smirk returned.

"But you..." he drawled, tapping your lips with two fingers. “Y’real cute when you cry. Bet y’don’t even know how good your face looks when you're beggin’. Makes me wanna ruin you real slow next time.”

Your cheeks flushed hot, and you smacked his chest weakly.

“Asshole.”

He chuckled and kissed your forehead.

“Y’love me.”

You muttered something about smug bastards, but didn’t push him away when he wrapped his arms tight around you, holding you like a furnace.

“Shhh, I got you,” he whispered again, lips brushing your ear. “Always got you, Angel.”

He stayed buried inside you, warm and pulsing, his cock twitching every time you shifted, but now it was less about teasing—more about closeness. Like he didn’t want to leave you even for a second.

And when your body trembled from another aftershock, he just tightened his hold, their fingers rubbing soft circles into your back.

“Gonna take care of you,” he murmured, kissing the space between your brows. “Always.”

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sticktothestars · 16 hours ago

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a/n: *walks in, twiddling my thumbs* so i watched thunderbolts. we're just gonna say that i totally didn't fall in love with bob. AVENGERS FOUND FAMILY FANFICS ARE SO BACK GUYS. FHDSFFJ I'LL MAKE A SEPARATE POST ABOUT WHAT I THOUGHT ABOUT THE MOVIE, BUT YEAAH. I LOWKEY AM SUPER EXCITED & I CAN'T WAIT FOR YALL TO READ THIS 'CUZ I'VE BEEN HAVING THIS IDEA STUCK IN MY HEAD & IT WON'T GO AWAY. ANYWAY, IMMA STOP YAPPING NOW. ENJOOOYY!!1 (ALSO. you have the powers/fighting style of deadpool!)

paring: robert/bob reynolds x male!reader

word count: 1k+

warnings: slight spoilers for thunderbolts* if you haven't seen it. takes place post movie. slight cursing. contains a shit ton of angst & hard topics like anxiety attacks, child abuse, gore, & character death are mentioned throughout this oneshot. yeah i lowkey kind of spiraled while writing this lmfaooo.

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IF you told the [Y/N] from 3 months ago that you'd be working with the new avengers, you would've laughed HARD in your own face. Seriously. It would've lasted for like 7 minutes before you'd probably go tell you to fuck off or something. But now that you was here - saving people instead of being the one to end people for money - it felt trippy thing to even consider. Especially with the things you've done in your past. Despite your initial hesitation on even teaming up with this unstable group of people, you couldn't help but feel a LOT more happier than how you was before.

Maybe it was just the fact that saving people felt good or that you finally had a purpose in life - but no. It was something completely different. You was finally around people who understood what it felt like to not feel like they didn't deserve anything good or be stuck in an endless loop that just hurted you even more. It felt like a HUGE breathe of fresh air. Or maybe it was because you were around him like 99.99% of the time now after everything.

You met Bob in... troubling circumstances, to say the least. Bucky - a good friend of yours - contacted you while you were in New York in retirement from your mercenary past. You were honestly struggling a little. Working as an unsuspecting barista for some cozy coffee shop was nice & all, but it felt.. meaningless. So with one last second thought, you put your suit on & rode your motorcycle to a new mission. Which ended well overall, but with a lot of memories you wanted to lock away unfortunately.

But since then, the two of you have grown closer - especially since you were living together amongst the others in the Avenger's base. Bob obviously couldn't go on the missions due to not being able to control his powers all that well. You try to help him out the best you can when you're there.

...But sometimes that helping could go sideways.

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[Y/N]'s flicked open as he noticed the surroundings around him. Where was he? Just a moment ago he was sparring with Bob in the training room & then..

" Oh fuck.. " you muttered with a sigh as you realized what's happening. Your gaze fixes on a teen version of you - freshly scarred, WAY more defensive - yet afraid. Like there was something out for him. You knew what this was. You knew it all too well.

Back before you became a mercenary, you were a cage fighter in Orlando - trafficked at 7 & escaped at 16. 9 years of horror. Yeah that fucked you up pretty bad. Of course it would. But you had friends. It what kept you sane.

But they took that away too along with your dignity.

One night - when you were 16 - a new match was starting. They didn't tell you who the opponent would be. They never did. To them, it was just another body to throw away for entertainment. Having survived for so long & having so much blood on your hands, you'd think that you'd get used to it by now. But it only just got worse from there.

You stood there, watching yourself as your younger self enter the cage - a look of uneasiness on your younger self's face, tuning out the crowd of people as they cheered for blood. But you? You just wanted to know who else? Who else's blood would you have on your hands? As your opponent stumbles out into the cage with a shove from one of the guards just outside the cage, you saw your heart drop. Just by the horror on your own face.

Your opponent was your best friend, Liam. The Liam who stuck by your side through the last 9 years you've been here. The Liam who managed to make you laugh when things got that dark. The Liam who was your anchor. The Liam who you absolute adored like an older brother. You couldn't do it. You refused to. You couldn't do it if you tried.

" ... No.. No I'm not hurting him. You can't make me kill him. " You refused, backing away & banging on the cage's exit. Liam just watched you. He watched you try to figure out something. Anything to stop this match from happening. Liam knew this would happen soon. He was prepared for this. Hell, maybe he even prepared this moment from the start. You know that now. You wish you knew it sooner.

" [Y/N]. " Liam says gently, his voice calm - causing the younger you's attention to snap towards him, eyes tearing up as you tried to say something. Anything. But only a mournful silence filled between the two of you as the crowd cheered for the two of you to fight. You shook your head, keeping your head down.

" [Y/N], you have to. " Liam says gently, putting a hand on your shoulder as he approached. You just shook your head. " No- No- I-i-i can't- " You stammered out, clenching your fists so tight you felt as though you were bleeding slightly through your bandages.

" They'll kill you if you don't, kid. " Liam states. " I don't fucking care. " You say back, holding yourself close as you look back up at the 20 year old you've grown to be so attached to.

Liam sighs. " Well start caring. You're surviving. Even if it means killing me too. " The brunette says sternly.

" No! I'm not losing you! And I'm not listening to them anymore just to survive! " You call out so everyone can hear. The crowd boos, insults rolling out into the arena like a hurricane. The ringleader scoffs, motioning the guards to ready & aim at you.

Liam clocks this & horror enters his face, shielding you as bullets & sparks fly - the crowd falling silent. The bullets stop. Everything stops as a body slumps onto the ground. But it wasn't yours. It was Liam's. You stare at the hole covered body for what feels like a lifetime. You couldn't breathe. You couldn't even think straight.

Only when a guard grabs you is when you react is when you scream, absolute anguish & horror in your voice as it breaks as you're dragged out of the arena - new plans settled for you that changed your dna & life forever. The present you doesn't look away from Liam's corpse. You felt yourself spiraling within your regrets over the What If's.

What if you had let Liam kill you that day? You didn't deserve to live. Especially with the blood on your hands. The things you did without mercy. But Liam? He was kind. He was good. He deserved way better. He was so good & no one else ever got to see that goodness in him.

You scratched at the collar of your shirt, trying to force yourself to breathe but you couldn't. Everything felt so meaningless. You were meaningless. You were the problem because you couldn't keep your mouth shut.

Fuck. Everything felt so heavy. You collapsed to your knees, squeezing your eyes shut but Liam's lifeless body kept coming in again & again like a broken melody.

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" 'M sorry- M' so sorry- I-i should've known this would happen- I'm so fucking sorry- " A panicked & oh so familiar voice called out, snapping you out of your vision to feel Bob holding you in his arms tight as you sobbed. You hold onto his warmth, clenching his shirt. The two of you stay there for a while. Which seemed like forever. But neither one of you complained.

You sniffle slightly, letting your head nuzzle into the crook of the other's neck. And Bob just held you tighter. He couldn't let you go through this again. He couldn't bear seeing you hurt because of him.

You were probably one of the coolest people on the team, but seeing you fall apart like this felt gut wrenching. He mutters out more apologies, his chin resting on your head.

He's made everything worse again.

And to you of all people.

The man he absolutely adores.

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lowkey locked tf in on this one idk. hope yall enjoyed tho lowkey !! lemme know if yall want a part two or smthin cuz i'm down. SEND ME MORE REQUESTS PUHLEASEE.

anyways, that's it for now !! BUH BYEEE ^^

── DAMIEN ★

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sugardollcurse · 22 hours ago

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any headcanons about in what ways the boys would be protective of a reader who's in the band too, that they just happen to fancy? feel like you've gotta be made of pretty strong stuff to deal with all the beatlemania & press & the like

𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒐'𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅

꒰ pairing ꒱ paul mccartney x reader, john lennon x reader, george harrison x reader, ringo starr x reader

꒰ note ꒱ YES I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. i love stuff with the reader being in the band zbsdhfaf enjoy

꒰ JOHN ꒱

“You alright, then? D’you need me to fight someone? I will, y’know.”

John is a strange mix of bold and subtle when it comes to protecting you.

He acts like nothing bothers him, like he couldn’t care less what people are saying or writing, but when it’s you in the press line of fire, suddenly he’s seeing red.

“Buncha bastards,” he growls under his breath when someone asks you a slimy question at a press conference.

He’ll cut in with sarcasm, derail the interview, and leave a mess for Brian to clean up. Worth it.

He’ll shoulder the crowd a bit more aggressively when you're walking together, keeping you close without ever calling attention to it.

If you look tired or cornered or even slightly overwhelmed, he notices. Always.

And after a long day, he’ll knock on your door with some excuse like, “Left my lighter,” but it’s really just to see you, to check you’re still in one piece.

꒰ PAUL ꒱

“I just think… if it were me, I’d want someone to notice. So I do.”

Paul is the most emotionally attuned to your wellbeing.

He clocks the tremble in your voice, the blank look after a rough show, the way your hands clench backstage.

He uses that natural charm of his to deflect heat off you when things get intense.

If a reporter gets too personal, he’ll swoop in with a joke or change the subject like a pro.

He’s always near you in group settings, subtle, but consistent.

You’re in his eyeline constantly.

“Have you eaten today?” is something he asks way too often for someone who’s supposedly not your boyfriend.

He’s also the first to call after you’ve had a hard interview or a rough night on tour.

“Want me to come over? I’ve got wine. And biscuits. And an ego the size of... what? Come on, how can you say no?”

He doesn’t want to overstep, but you can feel his protectiveness in every little thing he does.

꒰ GEORGE ꒱

“Just let me be near, alright? Don’t need to talk if you don’t want to.”

George notices when you're drained.

He doesn't ask, he sees it.

If you’re being pushed to play nice or smile when you clearly don’t want to, he leans over and mutters something snide in your ear.

“Tell ‘em to piss off. You’re allowed.”

He knows how fake the business is and hates seeing you have to perform outside the music.

During soundcheck, if someone critiques your part too harshly, he defends you subtly: “No, I like how they played it. Felt right to me.”

It sounds offhand, but it’s firm.

George isn’t loud, but he’s persistent.

And when the press asks personal questions that make you freeze, George quietly steps in: “That’s none of your business, is it?”

He has not told you how he feels.

He barely admits it to himself.

But if anyone so much as looks at you the wrong way, his whole body tenses.

And he stands closer to you than he does to anyone else.

꒰ RINGO ꒱

“Tell me if you need out. We can say you’ve got food poisoning or somethin’...no one’s gonna argue with that.”

Ringo is accidentally protective in the way that only someone deeply gone for you can be.

He’s not confrontational, but he is loyal, and nothing gets past him.

He hovers, sweetly, awkwardly, always near. Carries your coat.

Pulls you out of a crush of reporters without even thinking.

Lingers when he knows you don’t want to be left alone.

He’ll deflect questions you don’t want to answer with a joke or a silly face.

Total clownery.

But you know he’s doing it for you!

When you’ve had a hard day, he shows up to your hotel room with crisps and your favorite drink.

“Thought maybe we could hide in here a bit. Just us.”

He doesn’t make a fuss.

But you catch him glaring at a bodyguard who got too handsy, or stepping closer when the press gets too loud.

If he thinks you’re being undervalued or manipulated, he’ll not let it go.

Goes to Brian privately, brings it up to the others, keeps advocating for you in ways you don’t even hear about.

taglist: @sharksausages, @wavvytin, @wimpyvamps, @finallyforgotten, @lennongirlieee, @silly-lil-lee

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manheeiim · 1 day ago

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how you met - rafe cameron au

You were new to Kildare, actually, you were new to the Outerbanks in general. You'd moved down there for college and lived in the college housing with your roommate who was honestly, your only friend around there.

The two of you decided to check out the country club one day. You'd never been to a country club before but your roommate had and she figured it might be a good way to get you out there not only for friends but for guys as well.

You walked inside the country club with her, dressed in a short summery dress and some sandals, similar to her outfit and looked around the fancy looking building. There were people dressed in obviously designer items, looking just as you'd expect someone who is in a country club to look like.

"I think it's a bit too nice in here for me." You comment, not knowing that after this day, this would be your life from then on.

"No, it isn't." Your roommate smiles and you give her a look. "Well, I think it's a bit too nice for the both of us." She then honestly says. "But I will say I probably am a bit better off since I've been somewhere like this before." Your roommate then says.

You smile, "Exactly. Why'd you bring me here anyway?"

You both walk out onto the deck area where there was a bar and a dining area with waiters and bartenders. You both sit down at a table for two.

"I figured it'd be a good place for you to meet other people. Maybe some men.." Your roommate says pointedly.

"Oh my gosh. None of these type of guys would like someone like me." You say, genuinely believing that.

"What's so wrong with you?" Your roommate gasps. "You're beautiful and you're nice for the most part."

"I'm not rich like them and I'm not even from around here." You respond.

"Some guys may care about that but if they do they shouldn't be with you." Your roommate says.

"What about you? You should also look for a man here." You say, wanting the blunt of the attention off of you.

"No way. I've been talking to some guy from Savannah and things have been going well. He's..." Your roommate keeps talking but you lose focus when you notice someone.

You notice a man with two other guys standing at the bar. They're talking with each other and he looks a little annoyed but he's continuing to talk with them anyway. You can't help at stare at the tall and muscular man with light brown bangs.

You notice one of his friends look at you, noticing you staring at his friend, and he says something before the guy that caught your attention looks your way. You blush and quickly look away, looking down at the table.

"What?" Your roommate says, stopping talking as she looks around and notices the three guys looking in your directionally, specifically one of them. "They caught you staring?" She teased, looking back at you.

"Oh my god, stop." You whine, completely embarrassed.

"Which one were you looking at?" Your roommate asks. "Let me guess, bangs-guy?"

"Maybe..." You slowly look back up at her.

"I knew it." She says with a laugh. "Well, he's looking at you, just so you know."

You continue talking since you didn't have the guts to actually do anything about the hot guy. You both decided to leave after having lemonades. Your friend just had to stop in the bathroom on the way out so you waited outside the door for her.

You were looking at your phone when you notice someone walk up to you. You look up from your phone screen and see the guy from earlier.

"Hey." He says.

"Hey." You respond back, obviously shy.

"You're real pretty. Y'know that?" He then says.

"Thank you." You shyly say. It wasn't the first time a guy had complimented you but it was the first time a guy you were actually interested in complimented you.

"I'm Rafe." He introduced himself and you tell him your name.

"Where you from? I haven't seen you 'round here. You a tourist?" Rafe asked, even if it wasn't exactly touristy season.

"Um, no. I'm not from here but I'm here right now for college." You answer him.

"Oh, Kildare University?" Rafe asks and you nod. "What for?" He asks.

"Oh, uh, education." You answer.

"Oh, nice." He says, though all he can think of is you being his housewife and not working a big girl job a day in your life, even if this was only your first conversation.

Before either of you could say more, the bathroom door opens and your roommate walks out, eyes widened as she looks at Rafe and you.

"Sorry to interrupt." Your roommate says.

"It's okay. We're gonna go." You smile a little at Rafe.

"I'll see you around, beautiful." Rafe says.

You noticeably blush, "Bye." You say before your roommate and you part from him, the both of you gushing as soon as you got outside. Neither of you knew what would become of Rafe and you not long after that interaction.

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jinkoh · 2 days ago

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sorry for your next ex

juyeon x fem!reader

maybe it was never your fault that you and your ex didn't work out. because the right person will love you gently

wc: 1.8k, tags: established relationship, hurt/comfort, unreliable narrator, written from the pov of your shitty ex, juyeon is so very in love with you, warnings: implied past toxic relationship, implied social anxiety/mental health issues, mentions of alcohol, SFW

a/n: this might be a bit of an odd one? but i just felt like challenging myself to write from a different pov so here we are~

masterlist

Your ex-boyfriend felt sorry for Juyeon. He wasn’t particularly close with him, but he knew he was a nice guy. Popular too. He could do so much better. Your ex tried to warn him time and time again, but Juyeon didn’t seem to get it.

"Be careful with that one," he said to him once, when he stumbled into Juyeon at campus. Juyeon was clearly waiting for you, watching from afar as you said goodbye to your friends.

"Huh?" He turned around to him, confusion apparent on his features, "Who are you again?"

Of course, of course, that was to be expected. Again, him and Juyeon had never been particularly close and Juyeon, always the popular kid, surely had too many faces and names he needed to remember.

"I've been with her before," your ex explained, not at all offended about Juyeon’s ignorance.

"Ah. I see." Juyeon's face was pretty blank as he turned back around, but your ex couldn’t let the conversation end like that. It didn't seem like Juyeon understood the gravity of his situation at all. Poor, oblivious Juyeon.

“I’m sure things are still nice now,” he continued, “in the beginning it felt like that for me, too,” he emphasized his words with an empathetic nod, “But don’t be fooled.”

Juyeon’s face was still blank as he glanced back over. “I don’t really know what you’re talking about.”

Well, while Juyeon was kind and friendly, your ex couldn’t deny that he was also a little bit slow. But he didn’t get the chance to explain further, because you’d seemingly finished your chit chat with your friends and were making your way over. Your face turned a little sour upon spotting your ex next to your boyfriend. He’d always hated that expression of yours, the way your eyebrows would scrunch up and eyes narrow. It made you look older and bitter.

Juyeon had started to walk in your direction the moment he’d noticed you were done. He hadn’t even said goodbye, but your ex wasn’t so petty to hold a grudge over a little thing like that.

“What were you talking about?” he overheard you asking your boyfriend, throwing your ex an irritated side eye.

“Not sure,” Juyeon simply replied, “I didn’t really get it.”

Despite such a setback, it was too early to give up. He was too good of a person to let Juyeon suffer the same fate he had.

So, another time, when he just so happened to witness a scene between you and your boyfriend on campus, he decided to approach again, walking over once you'd rushed into the faculty building. Maybe calling it a scene was a bit much—it seemed like you'd forgotten something and Juyeon had come all the way to bring it to you. Of course that looked like a sweet gesture, but your ex knew how it really was, you were using Juyeon.

"Must be rough," he casually remarked, giving Juyeon a friendly pat on the back.

Juyeon must have been surprised by the sudden touch, because he was quick to take a step back.

"Sorry?" He asked, "What exactly?"

"I saw that," your ex simply said, knowing it would explain what he meant

"And?"

….or not.

"You don't have to pretend with me. I've been there, too. She's making ridiculous demands, no? Asking you to come all the way h—"

"I offered," Juyeon interrupted him, "She didn't have to ask."

"Oh," your ex cleared his throat, "but of course, you're a kind person after all."

"I don't know about that. But she's my girlfriend. I want to support her when she's troubled."

"Yeah," your ex nodded empathetically, "I understand that feeling well. But don't break yourself trying to be a good boyfriend. You don't have to struggle just to be by her side."

“I’m fine,” Juyeon simply said, “I’m not struggling.”

He almost wanted to laugh. Juyeon being able to say that just meant he hadn’t seen yet just how bad you could get.

“That’s because you don’t know better,” your ex insisted, desperate to help the man out, “She’s broken, and she’ll break you too. Trust me, I know, I’ve been there.”

“People aren’t broken,” Juyeon disagreed with a frown and for the first time it seemed like he was starting to get upset, “She isn’t broken.”

“Ah, of course. I think I was clumsy with my words. It’s not that she’s broken,” your ex quickly backpedaled. Juyeon had completely misunderstood him. “It’s just—she’s not very well adapted. You’ll notice, too. Sometimes she shuts down so bad, you can’t even talk to her. She’ll just cry non-stop. It’s draining.”

The frown on Juyeon’s face vanished, making space for the disinterested, blank expression he seemed to wear so often when talking to him. Somehow it felt worse. “Your inability to love her doesn’t mean that no one can. I’ve never once felt drained,” he responded, ignoring everything else your ex had just told him.

“You will.”

"Aren’t you just projecting your own shortcomings on me?”

“Shortco—no, believe me, I did my best to love her despite her being like that. I gave it my all.”

“Hm,” Juyeon looked at him with a small nod, clearly unimpressed, before turning to leave, “Then your all just wasn’t good enough.”

Your ex was a patient person. But he had to come to the conclusion that Juyeon simply didn’t want to be helped. Clearly, he wanted to run headfirst into his doom, and who was your ex to save someone who didn’t want saving? At least he could pat himself on the back and know that he tried his best to help. And maybe, a small petty part of him thought that he could also enjoy the show now and get a little satisfaction once things inevitably start to fall apart.

Maybe that was the reason he came to this party, too. After all it wasn’t his usual crowd, but it was to be expected that Juyeon would show. And surely, he would bring his girlfriend, right? Except, you weren’t good with parties, never have been. He knew that better than anyone, he’d had to make up countless excuses for you after all, why you hadn’t showed up, why you’d left the party early, why you cancelled again. It’d always put him in an odd spot, because what could he have possibly said to his friends that wouldn’t sound as if you simply didn’t like them? The truth? That you’d been stuck at home because you couldn’t do people that day? That you’d had to go home because of a sudden crying fit that’d been completely uncalled for? Of course not.

He took a deep breath. Actually this was very nice. Peaceful even. He could just enjoy this party, and you weren’t any of his responsibility. He could drink as much as he wanted and there was no one there that needed to be taken care of.

Another deep breath.

Somehow it felt bland. Maybe this party wasn’t for him, or maybe it was because he was standing outside, leaning against the house wall for a smoke break without the smoke. But it was stuffy and loud inside and people didn’t seem to care about him anyway. You’d always been such a handful, but now he almost missed the way you’d clung to him on nights like this, as if he’d been the lighthouse keeping you safe. For a moment he was so entranced with the memories, he could almost hear your pathetic sniffing and your wobbly voice pressing out an apology.

But then there was another voice, too.

“What are you sorry for, angel?” Juyeon replied softly from around the corner of the house.

“I-I don’t think I can go back in,” you admitted and your ex felt something like happiness. How lucky to witness this now, to listen in on the moment Juyeon would have to realize how broken you were. Surely, he’d be unable to handle it, unable to handle you. Actually, your ex started to think, he doubted that anyone could. With how bad you were, you’d been lucky to have him taking care of you all that time. Because who else would put up with you for this long?

“It’s okay,” Juyeon said and even though your ex couldn’t hear the annoyance in his voice, he was sure it had to be there, “we don’t have to.”

“No,” you were quick to interrupt, “it’s okay, you can stay. These are your friends after all. I can go home by myself, you just enjoy the night.”

He almost felt something like pride welling up in his chest at your words. Despite all your broken bits and pieces, at the end of the day you were still sweet and selfless. It reminded him why he’d fallen in love with you back then.

“Do you really think I’d let you go home by yourself like this?”

“It’s okay, I’ve done it countless times,” you assured, “nothing ever happened.”

Maybe, he thought to himself, maybe he should take you home once Juyeon had gone back inside. Of course you were right, you’d be fine by yourself, but he hadn’t enjoyed the party so far anyway. He wouldn’t mind leaving early and taking a little detour on his way back.

“Countless times? Why would you—,” Juyeon seemed to be searching for the right words, before he settled on, “But this isn’t nothing. You’re not feeling well, so let me take care of you.”

You sniff, “But I don’t want to ruin the night for you.”

Right, your ex had to resist the urge to huff a laugh, you never wanted to ruin anyone’s night, and yet it always turned out like this. But of course, this was Juyeon’s problem now. If he could handle it anyway.

“You’re not ruining anything, angel,” Juyeon answered and his calm gentle voice was getting irritating to listen to.

“But your friends,” you still continued.

“We can meet them again next time. They’ll understand and they won’t hold a grudge, I promise. So, let’s go home, hm?”

“But—”

“No more buts. Let’s go home and curl up in bed. And if you want to I can read something to you, or we can watch a movie or just cuddle.”

Who would possibly want to spent their night like that?

Another sniff, “Reading sounds good.”

“Good,” there was a smile in Juyeon’s voice. Why? Your ex didn’t get it. And he didn’t have time to ponder about it further because the sounds of steps told him you and Juyeon were about to walk past. He pressed himself into the wall, hoping the darkness swallowed him up well enough so he wouldn’t be spotted. But it seemed he’d worried for nothing, because as you left the property, your hand firmly wrapped up in Juyeon’s bigger one, neither of you turned back around to the house again.

Your ex watched the both of you a little longer, unable to tear his gaze away until you disappeared around the corner at the end of the street.

Your inability to love her doesn’t mean that no one can, it seemed to echo in his mind, your all just wasn’t good enough. Maybe there was a truth to it, maybe it had never been about your shortcomings, but about his.

His eyes were still focused on the empty street. One of the street lights was flickering, almost as if it was resonating with the uncomfortable feeling welling up in his stomach.

Or maybe, Juyeon was just as broken and weird as you.

Yeah, that felt better. He nodded to himself, satisfied. And then he headed back in. He had a party to attend.

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starmahgalaxies · 2 days ago

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Hahahaha. It's just silly ❤️

👏 Teamwork 🤝!

Giving Andromon a couple shots. (this episode I mostly ended up compiling a bunch of cool shots.)

Yup... simply pulling together a lot of nice screencaps. I love how flexible Tailmon is and how she works to help the kids across. Little acrobatic kitty ��.

(I'm unsure how the Piemon silhouette ended up so much lighter. I copy and pasted the adjustment layers -- saves time if same scene/location. I guess I caught the screencaps at different points of the swing/initial lighting.)

Lil' guy is like: my partner is already gone and I can't accomplish anything else by running away anyway.

Pocket big brother!

The best thing they have for making Piemon menacing is that he is not in a rush. Kids running away as fast as possible? Just chilling with a leisurely stroll. They can't run from me forever 🙂

Internally: Screaming and crying.

Externally: It's fine.

I adore you, precious child.

Say whatever you want about the Yagami siblings. They're loyal to a fault especially to their blond boys.

Literally me: Oh, this is familiar! Well, Hikari must have picked it up from somewhere. She's not nearly as dramatic as Taichi is though.

❤️☄️❤️

YAAAYYYY! FINALLY!

I really like how you can see the Perfect level angel's faces momentarily while evolving before being covered. Also the music. If you're going to wait forever until you let him evolve, thank you for that touch. It is very nice.

Now a collection of more HolyAngemon pics because again (even more so) he's not around nearly enough.

Look at the little smug smirk.

Wantwantwantwant. Not literally possessed ones, but I will be done for some cool Digimon keychains *sigh*

I did not expect Koushiro to have the most angry face, but there he is. He looks so grumpy 😠 lol

Two options:

Takeru knows his brother so well that he could accurately imagine what he would say for words of encouragement.

Kid's hearing voices.

Yes! When Taichi said what they could accomplish with all eight of them I was like... no! Not all eight of you are here yet!

❤️💧

So you're literally sending them to hell?

Hee hee.

Yay! Also just including it because it's pretty...

Mimi not yet recognizing that she will have to explain Leomon is dead while talking about how she and Jou gathered everybody.

I noticed something as a consequence of what I was doing. I've included practically none of Piemon. I started with several of them. Every time that he popped up as a cameo in the other Dark Masters episodes, I ended up cutting it. "He has his time to shine in a bit... I'll include some of him later." It ended up not happening. The first ones I cut while narrowing down which edits and shots to do is if I have something to comment on. Most of the ones with Piemon all I could think of was "here's a menacing and cool pic of Piemon being a boss." Thus they got snipped. I maxed out on image limit here so I had no choice but to be very picky on the ones for this episode.

Aly, couldn't you have cut some with HolyA SHUSH. I waited over 50 episodes for one of my favorite Digimon and evo lines! ... Also, I did. I cut at least 3 others of my baby angel that did not fit the limit.

So, I apologize for the lack of boss of the Dark Masters. All of them got cut before I fully realized I included practically none during this arc... And I'm very biased toward my favorite Digimon.

#digimon #digimon adventure 01 #aly's digimon rewatch adventure #takeru takaishi #tk takaishi #holyangemon #magnaangemon #wargreymon #metalgarurumon #hikari yagami #kari kamiya #mimi tachikawa #yamato ishida #matt ishida #sora takenouchi #gomamon #lilimon #my stuff #long post

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cameronsbabydoll · 6 hours ago

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what series do you guys like better?

4. Glass Doll, Loaded Gun

→ Mob AU / CEO!Rafe / Soft Trophy Wife x Dangerous Psycho

To the world, you were just Rafe Cameron’s pretty little wife — all pink lips, silk dresses, and soft smiles. But inside his glass mansion, you were the thing that kept him sane. Or maybe drove him crazier. No one knew you saw everything. Cleaned his wounds. Held his gun. Kissed his knuckles raw. You were his angel — but angels are deadliest when crossed.

Vibes: marble floors, lipstick-stained cigars, blood on satin, knife hidden in a garter.

48. “Sugar on the Rim” (Season 1 AU / Drug Plot Twist)

Summary: You make smoothies at the surf shop. You’re soft-spoken, don’t cuss, and your biggest rebellion is wearing pink lipstick. Rafe notices you because you’re always nice to him—even when he’s high, mean, or bleeding. One day, he tells you to hold onto a bag for him “just for a few hours.” You do, because you trust him. Now the cops are sniffing around, his dealers want you dead, and Rafe won’t let you out of his sight. (puppy!reader maybe)

Tropes:

You’re the good girl being used without realizing it.

Rafe starts falling for you because you’re so clueless.

“I didn’t mean to get you involved.” “But I want to help!” “You can’t help, baby. You need to shut that sweet little mouth and listen for once.”

49. “Pink, Meet Red” (Slow Burn Obsession / Canon Timeline)

Summary: You live across from Tannyhill, in the guesthouse your mom cleans. You’ve only ever waved to Sarah. Then Rafe shows up at your door, blood on his shirt, asking for help. You shouldn’t let him in—but you do. And when you fix him up with trembling hands and wide eyes, he sees something in you that he wants. He starts showing up more. You don’t know what he’s involved in. He plans to keep it that way. You just know that he smells like smoke and lemon, and he calls you “darlin’” like it’s a joke—until it’s not.

45. “Tide & Trouble” (Shipwreck Mystery AU)

Summary: After a big storm, you find a strange box washed up on the beach—and Rafe Cameron finds you. Turns out, it’s drug money, and you’re holding onto the key without knowing it. You just wanted to donate it to the animal shelter. Now Rafe’s stuck protecting you from people who want it back. You’re terrified… but you still offer him lemonade and keep calling him “sir.”

Tropes: Opposites attract, He uses you for a cover but starts to fall, You think he’s nice because he opened a door once.

39. “No Brains, All Heart” (College AU)

Summary: You’re the cheer captain. He’s the angry rich kid on probation, only back in school because of Ward. You get paired together for a senior project, and everyone assumes you’ll fail. But while you're doodling hearts on your binder, Rafe’s secretly writing the whole paper—because he actually wants you to pass. He acts like he hates you, but he threatens anyone who tries to ask you to a date.

Tropes: Enemies to lovers, Secretly soft Rafe, You wear glittery stickers on your face and he saves them in his desk.

31. Head-On AU – Crash Hearts (self-destruction, fake marriage, violent desire)

You marry Rafe Cameron in a hospital hallway. It’s not for love. It’s for freedom—from your family, from your past. He’s older, broken, wild. You’re young and angry and soft in a way he doesn’t understand. You fight. You disappear for nights. You kiss other people. Then one night, he pulls you out of a club and kisses you like he means it. “This was supposed to be fake,” you whisper. He just says, “It’s not.” You should leave. But you crash back into him every time.

22. Miss Prozac (academic angst, mental unraveling, cold love)

You’re back from college, full of pills and poetry and something broken. You meet Rafe in a parking lot. He’s angry. You’re crying. “You wanna come in?” he asks. And you do. For weeks, you sit on his couch in oversized sweaters and write sad things on his walls. He reads them all. He memorizes you. But he doesn’t fix you. He just watches you break.

10. The Golden Boy Act

(Rich Boy / Poor Girl, Hidden Poverty, Double Life, Fake Perfection)

You’re dirt poor.

But no one at your fancy private school knows that.

You fake it—borrow dresses, pretend your phone isn’t shut off, lie about your address. It’s exhausting, but it’s better than being pitied.

Then Rafe Cameron finds out.

Rafe—the golden boy. The rich, reckless, all-American nightmare.

Instead of exposing you, he does something worse. He keeps your secret.

And now? You owe him.

So when he shows up at your house with bruised knuckles and whiskey breath, you let him in. When he drags you into his world of coke-fueled parties and backseat confessions, you don’t say no.

Because as long as Rafe keeps your secret?

You’re his.

3. “Candlelight & Coke” — (inspired by JFK Jr. & Carolyn Bessette, 1990s NYC)

Setting: Manhattan, 1995

Vibe: Minimalist luxury, magazine covers, brittle romance

Plot: You’re an assistant at Calvin Klein when Rafe — the heir to a political dynasty — sees you at a fashion event. You date in secret, then marry quickly. From the outside, you're a power couple. But behind closed doors, it’s cold, controlling, and collapsing. Twist: Rafe wants perfection — but you’re just a girl trying to survive. And he doesn’t like flaws.

4. “Body Double” — (inspired by Alfred Hitchcock films + Grace Kelly, 1950s)

Setting: Monaco & French Riviera, 195

Vibe: Glamour, shadows, suspense

Plot: Rafe is a rich American diplomat rumored to be a widower. You’re a struggling actress hired to impersonate his late wife for an experimental film. You move into his villa, wear her clothes, speak her lines, live her life.

Twist: The film doesn’t exist. He’s just trying to bring her back — through you.

5. “The Siren” — (inspired by The Great Gatsby’s Gatsby & Daisy, 1920s)

Setting: Charleston, 1928

Vibe: Jazz, champagne, forbidden love

Plot: You’re a married socialite, and Rafe is the reclusive bootlegger who bought the house across the bay for you. You dance together at his parties but pretend not to know each other in public. He offers you escape every week.

Twist: You finally say yes — only to find out your husband has known all along. And now Rafe is willing to kill for the fantasy.

6. “Dreamland” — (inspired by Anna Nicole Smith & J. Howard Marshall, 1990s)

Setting: Miami & LA, 1994

Plot: You’re a small-town stripper with a Barbie obsession. Rafe is a young oil heir looking for someone to upset his family. You marry fast, star in commercials, and become infamous overnight.

Twist: When his father cuts him off, Rafe snaps — and starts managing your life like a manager, husband, and pimp rolled into one.

8. “Little Lamb” — (inspired by Norman Bates & Marion Crane, Psycho, 1960)

Setting: Isolated California motel Plot: You’re running away after stealing money from your job. You stop at a roadside motel owned by a sweet, awkward young man named Rafe. He gives you food, asks about your life. You think he’s just lonely. Twist: He knows what you did. And he’s keeping you forever.

9. “White Wedding” — (inspired by Courtney Love & Kurt Cobain, 1990s grunge scene)

Setting: Seattle, 1992 Vibe: Dirty love, stardom, self-destruction Plot: You’re a backup singer with a voice like molasses and a past you never talk about. Rafe sees you perform and becomes obsessed — writes songs about you before he ever speaks to you. You fall in love, fast and loud. Twist: He doesn't just want to love you — he wants to be you. The drugs blur the lines, and soon, you're either going to run or die beside him.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron headcanons #rafe cameron fluff #rafe cameron x yn #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron blurb #rafe cameron fanfic #rafe obx #cameronsbabydoll ⋆. 𐙚 ˚

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rhea-is-bored-again · 1 day ago

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can u do a story about when ur dating johnny cade?

alrrr im going to do headcanons!! bc i only have one other of those.

dating johnny

~ok so y'all probably were good friends before you started dating. either from school, or through the gang.

~johnny first realized he was in love when he started noticing the little things you did help him. give him extra food from your portion, keeping him company in the lot, and always watching out for him.

~that's when he realized you truly cared about him and fell hopelessly in love 😣

~ponyboy would be first to find out, then dallas. they'd definitely push johnny into situations where you two had to be alone together.

ponyboy grinned devilishly (in his mind). "whoops. i think darry's callin' me and dally out back, yeah?"

"u-uh what? okay. so anyways johnny, as i was saying-"

*cue johnny glaring at them two and then grinning all happy as he admired you talk*

~anyways, he confessed to you as he began to walk home from a day at the curtis house

“hey y/n, you know, you’re nice.” ”yeah?” ”yeah. always make me feel like im somethin’ special. also, you’re real pretty.”

you felt your cheeks warm up at that and gave him a sideways smile.

“go out with me?” he asks quietly, a little awkwardly, to which you squealed and happily agreed to.

~i can definitely see the whole gang making little wolf whistles once yall start going steady and get more comfortable being affectionate with each other.

~speaking of which, johnny will now stay over at your place instead of the curtis', because he just needs to be close to you.

~although your parents dont mind, he still sneaks in from your window and stays for breakfast 😋😋

-all in all, he usually always is touching you in some way (and stares at you when you're not looking) and is just SO SWEET AND KIND AAA (but he is definitely NOT an innocent little baby. like sure he's shy but he's still a sixteen year old boy with a girlfriend)

a/n: i need johnny rn. like i strive to have him in my life.

#the outsiders x reader #the outsiders x y/n #johnny cade x reader #dallas winston x reader #steve randle x reader #ponyboy curtis x reader #darry curtis x reader #sodapop curtis x reader

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honeyjars-sims · 1 day ago

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Part 2 1.27 Together

It was Father's Day and my sisters and I had plans to visit Dad and Pops at their house. I decided to get there early so I could talk to them about Paul. I didn't want to keep it a secret, and I also figured they would be the perfect people to talk to about navigating my newly discovered queerness. Still, I felt a bit nervous as I approached the door and made my way inside.

Dad and Pops were surprised to see me. "Hey Johnny! You know you weren't supposed to be here for another hour, right?" Pops asked. He and Dad were snuggled together on the couch, which made me feel a little better for some reason.

"Yeah, I hope it's okay that I'm early," I said, my voice shaking slightly. "I wanted to talk to you guys about something before everyone else gets here."

"What's wrong?" Dad questioned, sensing my nervousness.

"Nothing's wrong," I explained quickly. "It's just...oh my God, this is so stupid. Why am I nervous about this?"

"Johnny, just talk to us. Everything's going to be okay." Pops told me gently.

"You're right," I responded. "I'm seeing somebody."

"Oh, that's exciting! Tell us all about her," Dad coaxed.

"Well, actually, it's Paul."

"Paul? He's a nice young man," Pops replied. "He's funny like your Dad."

"Yeah, he's pretty great. I guess I was a little nervous telling you because I didn't want you to see me differently."

"Son, I don't know how to tell you this," Dad began, a smirk forming on his face. "But your Pops and I are gay. We're not going to judge you for having a same-sex relationship."

"Haha." I deadpanned. "I knew you wouldn't, but it's just that you've seen me as being a certain way, and now I've realized I'm not that person."

"We don't mean to undermine what a big deal this is," Dad said. "It's not just about your sexuality, but it involves your identity, too."

"Yeah, it's a significant change for you. But our love for you is unconditional. You don't have to be any certain way to earn our approval."

"I know. You guys are great. I'm really lucky to have you as my parents." I felt a lot better after talking things out with them. We talked some about how I was feeling, what labels I wanted to use (I decided to use the term "queer" for the time being), and of course, about Paul. I was glad they liked him, though I suppose it's hard not to.

Later, Chantal, Cece, and Ben arrived. Cece and Ben got them a rare version of their favorite record. It was a great gift; I almost felt bad considering Chantal and I were about to blow it out of the water with what we had planned.

"I can't help but notice neither of you came in with a bag," Cece teased.

"That's because our gift can't be put in one," Chantal explained.

"Yeah, it transcends anything tangible," I chimed in.

"Okay, this better be good for how much you're hyping it up," Dad laughed.

"It is!" I insisted. "So, Chantal and I have been thinking about how much you two mean to us, and we thought it was about time that we officially became Owens-Haims."

"Yeah, we both filled out the paperwork to legally change our last names!" added Chantal.

"Oh, that's wonderful!" Pops exclaimed.

"That means the world to us," Dad added, tears welling in his eyes.

"Okay, that was a pretty great gift," Cece relented.

It was such a good feeling to share the news with Dad and Pops, and to have my last name finally match my parents' last name. As we sat around their kitchen table laughing and reminiscing, I couldn't help but reflect on how far we'd all come.

Things hadn't always been easy, but it felt like things were finally falling into place for all of us. I knew that life wouldn't be perfect forever, but I also realized that even if something unexpected came our way, we'd meet it head on...and we'd do it together.

Previous | Beginning of story | Beginning of chapter |

This was the last story post for Safe Harbor! I will be starting a new story soon following Johnny in the future with Paul and their kids. Thank you to everyone who has been on this journey with me. I really appreciate everyone who has read this story, and I hope you enjoy This Must Be the Place just as much!

#ts4 #sims 4 #simblr #ts4 story #sims storytelling #sims story #simlit #sims community #show us your story #safeharborstory #sh:johnny #sh:cece #sh:chantal #sh:ben #sh:david #sh:solomon

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mianaissante · 2 days ago

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# FRIENDS — JJK, y. itadori

“ what the hell were we? tell me we weren't just friends, this doesn't make much sense, no.”

→ your best friend itadori who seemed to have no sense of personal space asks if you could help him understand the female anatomy for an upcoming date.

tags: nsfw, itadori yuuji /femreader!!, smut, assisted sex, oral f and m receiving, whimpering itadori, switch itadori, fingering, squirting.

୨୧ it is recommended to listen to friends by chase atlantic

minors dni, enjoy!

“You want me to what?”

you could not believe what your ears had just heard, your own best friend, the same kid you used to share a bathtub with after messy playtimes in the park, is asking you something you didn't expect he'd ask.

“ pretty pleasee [name]? help me with this..” if you could compare his eyes to a simple object, it would be that of a shape of a heart. he was practically begging, bugging, and annoying you for the past hour or so, and to be quite honest, your heart has been panging non stop.

how could he not think of what he's asking? you couldn't imagine even touching him sensually, yet alone fuck him?! you bit your lips and winced, his eyes bore into yours, begging to be noticed.

“ is porn not enough? yuuji, i can't do it with you.” he frowned and pouted, lips turning plumper. he was whining now of course.

“I don't watch porn remember?” he cried.

you rolled your eyes, sighing at his childish behavior. he asked you an hour ago if you could help him figure out how to give pleasure to a woman, but you know the way that you could only teach it was with having him beneath your pussy.

you never thought about him like that, you never thought about the feel of his touch, the feel of his lips against yours, and the feel of his dick rubbing against your cunt.

the thought of it was giving you whiplash, you were so done with him and his damned whining.

but you can't help but give into his ideas, would things change because of a simple fuck? it wouldn't…right?

he seemed too casual about this, like it's his second nature to cause you such immense feelings, feelings of doubt and to your surprise, lust.

you had to admit, he had a nice lean build, good muscles decorated his healthy body, and a cute jawline that could cut your finger. his lips looked quite cute too, it was always plump and pink because of his constant borrows of your lip balm.

fuck, what were you thinking? but now there was this pool of wetness that you needed to attend to, and embarrassingly enough, you're horny.

itadori didn't stop bugging you though, his hands were still clenched into yours, on his knees and crying to you for help. you noticed your size difference to him, you were fairly shorter than him, but he had a much bigger body than you, his hands felt strong and firm against yours. you thought what it would feel like against your clit, rubbing against it, clashing circles around its bud.

“ yuuji…fuck, you make it so hard to deny you..” his eyes shine at your words, a smile beginning to appear on his lips. “ does that mean you'll help me?”

how could your best friend be this innocent and cute? it's such a shame you had to take it. “ yes, i’ll help you but under one condition.”

he furrowed his eyebrows and pouted, “ what is it?”

“no kissing on the lips while we have sex.”

his eyes widened, “ sex?! no no no [name] you have it wrong. i just wanted some tips, not on you…you know?” he was frantically waving his hands everywhere, saying sorry for making you think that way.

you felt embarrassed, your cheeks feigning with red, why…did you think that? you rubbed your thighs to shake the feeling. a lump in your throat started to swell and you gulped, “ let's try learning it using a pillow…”

“ okay!!” a stupid grin glittering on his face, and you felt nervous.

you set everything up, placing a pillow in the middle of the bed. yuuji went to your bathroom to take a piss real quick before doing the session you promised him.

“so how will i do it?” he sighed, plopping down next to you, the weight of the bed paying much more attention to him. your eyes scanned his figure, his fingers to be exact.

“you seem to have nice fingers,” you faced him, thighs spread apart and crawled to him. your hands took his, surveying his long dainty fingers. they felt calloused and thick, perfect for fingering, you thought.

“does that help with anything?” he asked innocently, panning his eyes down from his hands to your eyes which seemed to have its own world.

the air in the room felt stuffy, and for some reason you couldn't catch your breath. “ yeah it does, it helps a girl feel good with foreplay.”

“what’s foreplay?” he pouted his lips again, your eyes stuck with it, wanting to kiss that cute pout off his face. you waddled your way in front of him, the pillow now on your lap.

“foreplay is what you have to do to make a girl feel ready for penetrative sex, usually this is done with your mouth or your fingers.”

“so..i have to use my mouth for this?” he asks, the pads of his fingers tapping on his lips. you nodded, your fingers spread the imaginary folds of the pillow, seeing it as if it was a pussy.

“imagine this is a pussy, yuuji.” you trailed, your index finger pointing the parts. “ these are the folds, not as sensitive as the clit up here, and down here is the vagina or the hole you put your dick in.”

“you seem to be an expert [name],” he chucked nervously, a hand cupping his nape. of course you were an expert, you memorized every crevice of your pussy to know your weak points and how to feel good.

you explained to him how to find the clit and he was frowning the entire time, and finally you paused, “ why?”

“it’s hard to learn these things when i can't see what i’m supposed to..” he sighed, trying to figure out what you did just to simply recreate it.

“you have to try harder yuuji, i’ll teach you how to give head.” he nodded silently and gave the pillow back to you.

“okay, remember all the parts i told you?” you turn your eyes to him but you were facing the pillow. “ yup,” you smiled and opened your tongue, the scene turning way more lewder than itadori had expected.

your best friend fumbled with the hem of his sweater, watching you intently as you gave the pillow pleasure. your tongue was swirling in circles, focusing on that one spot you showed itadori as the clit. he felt hot, not the uncomfortable kind, but he did feel kind of sticky down there.

your lips cupped the top of the spot you licked, sucking harshly before bringing your fingers right on top of your chin, “after warming this up you can use your fingers, yuuji.” you mumbled, getting lost in the details as you teach him.

there was no denying that you felt horny, for fuck’s sake you were licking a goddamn pillow sexually in front of your best friend.

yuuji kept his eyes on your slick tongue, noticing the saliva building up on your lips, turning plumper by the second. his shorts felt tighter than usual, and so he looked down.

“[name]…what's…what's this?!” his screamed thrashed you out of your trance, you dropped the pillow. you quickly rushed to his side, absolutely worried if he got hurt or anything.

“what’s wrong?!” you frantically move, but then you were met with the tent of his shorts. your gaping mouth closed and hummed.

“you've never had a boner before?”

“a boner?”

“its when you feel lust that your dick springs up, hard. it’s usually when you're horny.”

itadori hums, feeling his heart skip so many beats, his head was panging. “ how will i make it go away?”

you slumped down beside him, bringing your fingers to massage the bridge of your nose, unbelievable. “ how could you ask me to teach you if you haven't even had a boner yet?”

“i— I don't know..” he whispered, shifting his hands behind his back, spreading his legs in a more comfortable position. “ [name], it hurts badly…” a whimper let out from his quivering lips, he was biting it down hardly out of pure pain.

his eyes dwelled to yours, looking you to your side, “ help me please [name], help me” he groaned, wincing his eyes tightly.

you gulped, the puddle in your panties flooding more and more at the sight. he was practically begging you to fuck him, and how could you not resist?

“yuuji, once i help you…please forget it ever happened.” he nodded and you kneeled in front of his figure.

he was manspreading, hands clutching the sheets and panting. you brought your fingers to his knees, the sudden contact making your best friend shudder in his seat.

you dragged your hands from his knees to his thighs, repeating the action while glueing your eyes on his and his only. “ [name]…” he whimpered again. you have never seen him this helpless, and fuck did it take a toll on you. you were down on the floor rubbing your thighs together, itching to get a reaction from your own body.

“i’m sorry.” whispering on his skin, you brought your head in between his thighs, peaking at him now, the tent seemed bigger than before, it might even be bigger than your head, you gulped. “ take your shorts off yuuji.”

he followed swiftly, leaving him only in his boxers that was glittered with splashes of precum, the darkness churning with the grey color of the clothe.

you dragged your lips onto the supple flesh of his thighs, you opened your mouth to reveal your hot tongue, now laying it flatly on his skin then enveloping it with tightness, thus eliciting a moan from yuuji’s pursed lips, he was shaking under your touch.

yuuji felt a knot forming in his stomach with the way you were peppering him up with kisses, and undeniable purple-ish marks. watching you feverishly touch him as if you had been dying to felt weird, felt like he was going to burst open.

you pried your fingers on the hem of his boxers, slowly dragging it down his legs while he lifted his hips up in assistance. holy shit was he big. his pulsating cock slapped your forehead harshly, bouncing right after you removed the clothe that separated his dick from your mouth. your pussy was aching, wanting, needing to be touched, you hummed at his length.

however with the position you were in, his dick seemed to grow longer in reaction to it. you gulped, feeling nervous. will it be able to fit your mouth?

you sat up properly, itadori watching you closely made you more relentless. you lifted your locks, turning your head to the side tying your hair in the process.

“tell me if it hurts, yuuji..” you whisper, opening your mouth to finally welcome his dick in it. he nods, however that action stopping abruptly when you took his dick with both your hands, placing the tip on top of your lips. “ ha-hah..” he moaned, throwing his head back in absolute pleasure.

for a guy with a huge dick, he sure was inexperienced.

your lips fit perfectly with his tip, your tongue sensually circling and tapping on his hole. you moaned with the sensation of this new experience, dragging both your hands up and down on his thickness.

his chest heaved heavily, rotating his head to look at your disheveled figure trying to swallow him whole. “ f-fuck [name], how..are you this good?” he gritted through his teeth, hanging his head low while you sucked your cheeks to make it a tighter feeling for him. “ngh-augh!”

the sounds he was making, his expression contorting, and his thighs tightening, fuck you never expected you'd see this side of your best friend, so horny and needy. it never crossed your mind that he might be this noisy in bed, but now you know he was.

“i gave megumi head before..” you pulled away from his dick, delirious almost. you were giggling at his length, tapping his own dick on your cheeks as you kissed his tip.

yuuji’s eyes went dark, as if he was mad, as if he was jealous. he poked his tongue from the side of his cheek and clicked it, “ was he as big as me, [name]?”

you shook your head, giving into his length again, finally adjusting to his size you deep throat his fat, girthy, cock. “ i need you to answer me with words, [name],” he says ever so firmly, a hand beginning to caress your chin.

it was like he flipped a switch, it was like he wasn't innocent like before. you were so turned on, this thing he displayed, fuck..he looked so hot.

you lifted yourself from his dick again, liquids of saliva and precum mixing together latching onto your lips and the head of his fat cock. “ no yuuji, he's not as big as you…” you giggled and fucked him with your mouth.

“that's r-right [name.]” your best friend whimpered between his moans, he was gonna burst, he was gonna explode and cum all over your pretty little mouth. your lips looked so beautiful sinking into his dick, the way your throat would tighten around his length, and the way your lips would meet with the base of his cock. fuck he was dying, he was needing to cum.

itadori yuuji, your best friend who never had a single dirty thought about you was now going crazy with your lips. he threw his head back at your repeated motions, hollowing out, sucking in, going up and down harshly, and your constant choking against his dick.

you felt tears starting to brim in your eyes, you couldn't breathe but you couldn't help but continue, it was like he was a drug you could never be swayed to be off of. squelches of your tight throat, gurgling of your saliva mixed with his pre cum, and the sounds of his whimpers bounced off the walls. he was close, so fucking close.

“what's this feeling, [name] it feels like i’m going to explode, ah-hah fuck!” he cried, bringing your head closer to the base of his cock, locking you in good with his dick as your throat starts to tighten up.

“thur gunna chum” you managed to muffle through, you couldn't pull out, he had both hands behind your head and his hips were now bucking itself into your mouth. it was like he was losing consciousness, you could not recognize this man at all.

you were crying, tears mixing with dripping saliva. “ ugh-hah” yuuji rutted his hips harder, finally experiencing his high. his hands finally let go of your head and you pulled out, dizzy from the motions of earlier.

spurts of cum released in ribbons, decorating your face with it. just when you thought he was finished releasing, more came out, it was like a pool collecting on your face. you couldn't see a thing and to be true, you never felt way more hornier than this.

“t-that felt amazing..” he panted, eyes finally clearing up, shocked with how you looked. “ shit sorry name, i released all over your face..” he wiped his cum off your eyes and you smiled, “ it's okay..”

he frowned and shook his head, “ no it's not.” he continued to wipe your face and now you were clean from his cum. “ thanks for helping me, [name]. but…”

you panted, tired from everything. your hair was a mess and your cheeks were dried with tears and cum. “ but..what?”

“i feel guilty for making you go through this, can i…give you pleasure?”

“but you barely learned what i taught you..” you sighed.

“teach me while i do it, [name]. i’m serious.”

you rose up from your position, never really noticing how much it caused pain to your knees. itadori snaked his hands on your waist just like what he used to do when you're hurt and pulled you on his lap.

“are you okay [name]?” he was pouting the entire time, caressing your back in doing so but you felt so sensitive you shuddered a moan. you clutched yourself to his shoulders, fingers latching onto it as you shake the feeling off. “ yeah, i’m okay..”

“take your shirt off yuuji, you're hot and sweaty.” you dragged the hem of his sweater upwards revealing his lean build. abs decorated his abdomen and a defined chest heaved heavily against your touch.

“listen closely ‘coz I don't want you biting my pussy off by accident.” you teased, you and his breaths taking place were heard solely in the room. “ i won’t.” he shook his head with pursed lips.

he looked so determined it was cute.

you got off his lap, taking your soiled shorts off, revealing your lace panties that you always wore at home thinking no one will be able to see. yuuji watched you intently, hands fidgeting on itself and his lips bitten. he looked nervous.

you pulled your shirt off, usually you don't wear bras at home, even if yuuji is staying. you guys had a relationship so close that you didn't care about wearing such fabrics.

but as of right now, you were doubting such decisions. yuuji, being the gentleman that he is, kept his hands to himself even if your boobs were on full display. fully erect nipples and puffy tits, how pretty.

he gulped at the sculpt of your body, to him you looked much like aphrodite, nobody could ever come close to you. not ever, not even once.

you decided to ignore his lust-fueled stares and sank your knees to the bed, he stood up at your action. you had your ass up as you made your way to the middle, the sight making yuuji feel hard again.

“come here,” you invite him over, spreading your leg in the process. he soon follows and sits in front of you. “ take my panties off, yuuji.” a string of your wet slick connecting your beating pussy from the thin clothe.

he nodded, him being significantly quieter than usual. when you thought he'd just pull it off, he didn't. instead he felt both your knees with his long calloused hands, as if copying the way you did it with him. you were done for.

“you're so wet, [name]. is that normal?”

he caressed your thighs, pulling the sensitive skin towards him then away, then sank his face onto your right thigh, dragging his lips from your groin to your knee.

fuck, he was a fast learner.

“n—no, it's just that i’m wetter because of you” yuuji smiled underneath your horny cunt. “ It's sticky,” he states, gliding his fingers up and down on the slippery folds of your pussy.

your breath hitched, dozens of nerve endings being struck by the pads of his calloused fingers. you felt yourself reeling in with excitement, this pounding weight on your head beginning to subside into something more

he kissed your inner thighs, occasionally sucking and tugging on your sensitive skin, giving you an opportunity to suppress a moan with your hands. “ f-fuck yuuji, stop teasing me.”

“but isn't this what you did with me?” he grumbled, flattening his tongue on your skin then circling it, sucking harshly before kissing you again. his wet lips glistened against the low lights of your room.

“it is but—hah you're not—hah giving me pleasure..” you moaned, you didn't know why you were this sensitive but seeing yuuji in between your thighs made you feel things, it was making you feverish, wanting for more.

he stopped teasing your thighs and bit on your panties, tearing it away from you. you winced at the sight, how did he look so hot? your best friend, your only friend you felt was there for you.

you ruffled his hair and lifted it from his forehead, “ listen closely okay?”

he hummed, sitting on the bed. his boner looked more obvious now, you were surprised with how quick it got hard right after cumming. “ you see this?” you spread apart the slick skin of your pussy, revealing your aching hole pulsating for his cock and your plump clit throbbing in angst.

“this i-is the clit, be careful with it because it's sensitive,” you whimpered, biting down on your lips as your index finger grazed your bud accidentally. “ t-too much stimulation can make a woman too tired, it can be overstimulating and painful instead of giving pleasure.”

yuuji was observing the way you brought circles on your ever delirious cunt, his eyes darkening as he nodded. you closed your eyes for a second and saw him between your thighs once more, this time the sight was erotic. too erotic for you.

a high squeal escaped from your plump lips, “ is this good?” your best friend speaks on your sopping pussy, abused and in need of attention. you see him rocking his head as if he was making out with your cunt with his nose resting on your pubic bone.

your toes curled at the feeling of his tongue massaging the skin surrounding your clit, it was fucking amazing that your hips kept bucking upward. “ y-yes yuuji..” you groaned between pants, choosing to tear your sight away from such a scene.

seeing yuuji like that, with his huge hands man handling your resisting thighs to keep being spread open, his nose that trickled hot air on your clit, the feeling of his slick wet tongue pulsing and flicking parts of you that you never knew, you were absolutely done for.

the continuous sounds of his lapping mouth on your soaked cunt filled the room, the rhythmic squelches, holy shit you weren't going to last. a pit in your stomach started to form when yuuji decided to play with your clit after a while, you swore you saw heaven.

“ fuck!” you moaned, your head swinging to the right which made yuuji frown. “ am I doing good?” he muffles before proceeding to suction his lips on your pulsating bud which puckered disdainfully in shame. “ why are you looking away?”

you were close to crying, “ it's good, don't worry.” your hands that previously gripped the sheets travelled to your mouth that tried to censor out the devilish and sinful moans your lips decided to spill. “m-more than enough.”

yuuji swirled his tongue beneath that suction, flicking it in soft licks. he couldn't believe that he made a girl whimper beneath him, and he couldn't believe that the reaction would come from you. his hands rested tightly on your inner thighs, threading through the bones of your hips with the way he had your legs wrapped around his neck.

“ why aren't you making any sound?” his voice low and raspy, lust breathing through his slick lips. your chest heaved harder with each stroke, each tease, you didn't dare to moan harder than you did. was yuuji really a virgin? how is he so good at this? he sounded frustrated, “ [name]?”

you finally decided to look at him, but he already beat you to it. his eyes were half lidded, twirling his tongue on your clit then suctioning on it with his lips, your wet juices coating the supple skin of his chin. yuuji left your sad bud and paid attention to your needy hole that pulsed open and close with each movement of his devilish tongue.

“ngh—hah!yuu...” your hips bucked upwards uncontrollably as if it had a mind of its own. “ let me hear you, pretty.” he hums in between your folds, shaking his head left to right which overstimulated your cunt. “ remove your hands...”

yuuji grumbled and leaned backward, resting his hand on your pubic bone. fingers danced on your sensitive skin when he moved forward to reach for your stubborn hands that couldn't follow his instructions. cold air flowed on top your cunt, the change in temperature lead to your hips releasing upward.

torturous hands, calloused and huge next to yours, pinned on the headboard of the bed. “yuuji-” eyes widened, your mouth gaped at the absolute action your best friend made. he had you wrapped around his finger and... wasn't it supposed to be you leading him?

“ jus' making sure..you keep them away from your filthy mouth..” he whispers on your ear, his free hand holding your chin. you gulped. the hair from your body started to rise in a series of goosebumps, yuuji's index finger was prancing in a straight line from your collar bone, to your navel, and down your hips.

continuously, up...and down...up...and down.

“i—hah— didn't teach you this...” you expressed in long sighs, back arching with the contact of his textured fingers. the weight of the bed shifted when his knee crept between your sopping cunt. he was breathing heavily when he scooped low to lick the skin of your ear, the corner of your lips, and then your neck. “ you tricked me..” you moaned, trying to resist his hand but he was stronger.

your cunt was more than needy, it was feverish and annoying, frustrating almost. you needed his rough fingers in it, but no, yuuji was teasing the living hell out of you.

“ no, I didn't...” he gasped, planting soft kisses all over your shivering body. hips rocking from side to side with toes curling when the disgustingly erotic sounds of his lips trailing your body with wet hickeys. “ i jus'...figured it out right now..”

his hand removed yours from the headboard and down to the pillows, still above your head though. “ tell me what to do here,” yuuji grumbles, his large hands prying your folds open. the feeling sending you to your ecstasy.

“ hold..on!” you squealed when his index finger slipped between the slick squelches of your cunt. “agh—hah!yuu—” crying beneath him wasn't in one of your bingo cards, neither was him fingering you like a poor dumb bimbo.

the pads of his fingers rose up and down, grazing on your hardened clit which had a heart beat of its own. “ wa-wait!” you whined, feeling his rough finger massaging soft circles on your bud.

he listened and pulled back, a string of cum between his index finger and your cunt. you leaned on the headboard and made him come closer. “ look..” you start, opening your folds with two fingers. “ this is the clit right?”

he nods, licking his wet lips. “ yeah.”

“ you can stimulate this with your thumb...while” you began touching yourself accordingly, seething through your teeth by how sensitive you had become. “ your index finger...or middle finger can keep the vagina stimulated...this way.”

you pried one finger into your cunt, surprised by how tender and slippery it was. you never knew that it could be this loose, you were really turned on. “y-you have to—” you couldn't bare looking at yuuji any longer. his dick was tapping his belly button, still ridden with cum.

“ you have to hook it upwards..” you remove your fingers from your hole, “ like this..”

“ okay...” he panted, sweat dribbling on his chest and across his abs.

“ you can curl it until you feel a spongy texture inside. if you find it, don't stop stimulating it. back..and forth...in circles...and push and pull..” you whimpered, closing your eyes shut as you touched yourself.

“ be careful, if you overstimulate me, it would be painful. be slow...and then fast when i tell you to.”

“ y-you try..”

yuuji followed your hands before taking it in his, holding it tightly with eyes staring you down like a hunter hunting his prey. he licked your fingers 'till it was clean from your slick.

he hummed when you kept both your hands on your stomach with you watching him lean closer to your cunt.

“ tell me if i'm doing anything wrong..” his right hand hovered your cunt, replacing his knees in between. “ okay.” you gasped when his thumb rested on your clit.

his tongue clicked in his cheek when he flicked it upwards with his thumb, watching how it bounced back in place with juices splashing on his palm.

then, his hands changed positions, so that he could open your vagina with his index finger.

it was different.

fuck, this was different.

the circumference of his finger was different from yours, you felt like you were being split apart. eyes rolled back in arousal, “yuuji..” you moaned, his fingers starting to push through your tight hole.

he was focused, chest heaving heavy. once his finger was fully buried, he started hooking it upwards just like you had taught him, stretching you out to your best abilities. “hagh—ngh!” you cried, his pumping slow and sensual.

“sorry, [name]..” he whispered, kissing your inner thigh with his lips. “ keep doing those sounds... they're doing things to me..” yuuji confesses before massaging your clit with circles.

“ fuck! Yes! hah—there yuu!” your face flushed red as he began speeding up gradually, entering you with his middle finger which ultimately shoots your spine with electricity.

“ right here, pretty?” he asks you again, both his fingers working your filthy cunt. “ yes yuu! yes!” you whined. yuuji follows suit, feeling a spongy layer inside you, to which he massages back and forth.

“ I don't know if this is right..” he trails, but you were to focused at the rising knot formulating within your stomach. yuuji's tongue graces your clit while he pumps his fingers.

“h-holy fuck!” you wept in angst, the suction of his mouth inviting you to a whole different world while his fingers kept hitting you the right way.

yuuji hums on your cunt, the sounds of your squelching pussy turning him on by the second. “ are you closer?”

you nodded, “ y-your free hand..” managing to speak in exasperated sighs, “ press it on my stomach..” he immediately follows, the pressure of everything making you buck your hips upward in his hands.

your juices began collecting on his palm, lips bitten and eyes half lidded. “ faster... fuck me faster yuu!” his fingers pumped in an incredible speed, still hitting the spot in accuracy.

“ I'm here, baby, i won't run.” yuuji reassures you in his slick filled mouth. your high was coming undone, and the muscles in your legs spasmed.

when you let loose, yuuji was surprised with the hot liquid that squirted all over his face.

“ i-i'm sorry, yuu!” with eyes widened you tried helping him wipe his face from your liquid. he shook his head, “ it's okay..did i do it right?”

his fingers continued pumping you slowly, watching how it selfishly swallowed him whole.

“yes..you did..” you panted, sitting up you see his frustrated stature. a smirk lingered on your face.

yuuji perked his eyebrows up, “ what?”

“ what are we going to do with that?” you giggled, pointing at his hardened dick, teasing him even after he made you cum.

“ i'll deal with it myself..” he grumbled, turning away from you. all shy. you scoffed, amused by him.

“ you're acting coy now after begging me to teach you about sex?”

he looked back at you, trying to defend himself but couldn't.

“well—”

“ wanna know something funny, yuu?”

His eyebrows cocked, “ what?”

“ that was just foreplay.”

“ well what are you doing sitting there?” he whined, “ teach me!”

you yelped when he dragged you towards him in one swift move.

“ you brat!”

#fanfiction #jjk imagines #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #itadori yuuji #jjk smut #yuji itadori #itadori x reader #itadori yuuji x reader #itadori yuuji smut

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lesmisscraper · 9 months ago

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Cosette noticing she's pretty. Volume 4, Book 3, Chapter 5.

Clips from <Il cuore di Cosette>.

#Les miserables #les mis #My Post #Cosette #The Lark #Mlle. Lanoire #Jean Valjean #M. Leblanc #Father and daughter #Owl and Wren #Toussaint #Rue Plumet #Cosette in her Puberty #Noticing you're pretty is such a nice thing!#The Brick #Il cuore di Cosette #Les Mis Letters

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hysterical-random-things · 1 month ago

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i'm thinking about how and when the bishops came into the cult in my au and just God there's literally no way it wasn't a mess. Facts yall have to consider 1. since no one dies in the cult, people not only are Very aware who they are and what they did, but half of them were near sacrifices to them.

2. The Lamb Hates them and has spent decades if not longer preaching that hate to said group of people who all know who these guys are

3. The Lamb did not tell anyone they were going to start doing this. since they finally decide to go get them after years of being told to during a bit of a little breakdown/come to many realizations moment. Deciding to "fix their mistakes and try to move forward"

4. the got them all in pretty quick succession once they realized the ramification of bringing one of them back was (first rescued was Kallamar) and then kinda panicked and just went out to get the others

5. Narinder who is the other default leader is half out of commission because the lamb did this while the girls were cooking. He is NOT having a good time with this nor the energy to deal with right now. Poor guy is midway through a pregnancy with twins and his situationship? Who he is currently not speaking to due to their actions even they both seem to want to fix things now. Has decided to bring his siblings who they hate and he has very complicated feeling about by now back from the dead and just drop them in the cult. ALL WITHOUT TELLING HIM THEY WERE EVEN CONSIDERING THIS. The lamb is lucky this only lead to an absolute blowout fight because i me op personally would have hit them with many rocks in his place.

6. This is all ignoring how the bishops feel after being stuck in purgatory for actual years. being "saved" dropped into a cult that actually hates them but also doesn't know what to do about them since the lamb is gone and Narinder is currently trying to not explode metaphorically. And also having to adjust to their injures and "mortality".

Anyway, this is one of the funniest periods in my au to think about because i think i would be soap opera levels of drama but cold war style since no one knows what happens if they rock the boat. its such a mess

#hyst.text #paltuna au #it is SUCH a mess #in case you're curious the save order was kallamar leshy heket and finally shamura #shamura was a bit later than the others and also was saved after the girls were born #narinder was fully ready to strangle the lamb by that point so they had the start of their blowout fight and the lamb kinda just went off t #live in the forest for a bit and think but they didn't bring shamura back till Kinda getting the okay from narinder #i love stressing my cat out it gives him enrichment since i'm generally pretty nice to him #the lamb realizing they 100% fucked up with narinder and for years not knowing how to even start fixing it till #the lamb noticed his growing complicated feelings about family and thought they could do a selfless thing of giving him a chance to fix #things with his #and in the end it does work out but GOD the no talking arc and this going as messy as it does are what shake my lamb to start improving #cotl

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moe-broey · 11 months ago

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Like sorry I won't shut the fuck up about it but like. I'm sooooooo bummed I didn't get it done on time LMFAOOO AND IT WAS SUCH....... an important piece in so many ways.............

Like come on. Come ON. Come the Fuck On.

#feh #not showing the whole thing bc like. I AM ALWAYS SO CAUGHT BETWEEN. not wanting to show my full hand #but also wanted to SHOW. LOOK. LOOK. LOOOOOOOK PRETTY PLEASE LOOK #that a lot of times if something doesn't fully come to fruition it just never sees the light of day.#but like ESP @ prev post putting secrets and @ me not wanting to show my whole hand AND #@ me having that i gotta explain everything SO enthusiastically autism. like.#THE DREAM. was to present it all as a whole and have it largely speak for itself and have the onlooker Notice Things #and go ohhhhhh. i see what you're doing. nice 😊👍 and then i bite deep into it and start shaking it like an animal #MAN. MAN. i could say 1000000 things but i wanna play salmon run. i wanna get dressed. i have to Live #swagever...#sharena #fe peony #fe triandra #fe alfonse #my art #technically also #SharenaWeek2024 #but like. idk if it counts #🧍

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offthewall1979 · 5 months ago

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i'm judging everyone, especially self proclaimed mj fans, who says the 2nd act Thriller staging was amazing in mj the musical. i was pleasantly surprised that the first act only had a snippet of Thriller within a medley (which btw WBSS was great). that was nice. we all know Thriller, so referencing it almost in passing like that felt like a nice nod and good use of time. well that got completely undone by the 2nd act. which i thought was in horrible taste. why are we dragging this legend's corpse around like this. they thought they did something really significant with the themes there. they thought they came up with some artsy excuse to (over)use Thriller. 1. it was incoherent 2. even if you can justify it, i don't care, i thought it was way too dark (in a serious, unfun way) and disrespectful to michael

#the 'evil' version of the Dangerous album cover. awful #zombie michaels. awful. the role of the father. awful.#i had so many issues with this fuckass show #and another thing #in the act 1 Thriller segment they did some choreo that included some of Thee iconic choreo #i think they added in new choreo and changed things a little and that's fine whatever #people want to see the iconic choreography #especially if you're a fan of mj you wanna see THEE choreography #so it was nice that they did that #the 2nd act thriller didn't do any original choreo as far as i could tell #honestly i was distracted thinking about how bad what i was watching was. but i at least didn't notice any of the iconic stuff in that scene #and i do know the thriller choreo pretty well at this point #just. god. at intermission i had critiques but i was entertained and there was some stuff i liked #the 2nd act was pure nonsense. it was boring and i didn't really like what they did with the songs and dances #like why do Bad at all. if you're gonna do Smooth Criminal for god sakes hit the original choreo just ONCE #and put all the dancers in suits. are you stupid #plus some choreo was chronologically inaccurate. otw michael doing stuff from dangerous/history etc #AND THE J5 CHOREO MADE ME SO MAD. DO NOT INSULT MY BOYS LIKE THAT.#it was surprisingly repetitive simple and stupid looking #that aint right!!!!!#whatever. there were some good performances i mostly just take issue with the writing #also katharine singing I'll Be There to michael. hm. could it be that she's still alive so we're changing the narrative there...#the pills thing was way overdone. no one literally NO ONE gaf about the financial issues or the mtv crew omfg. who cares #it's like they didn't understand why people would go to an mj show. why people love him? it's the dancing and singing. that's it.#agghh i have more thoughts about this.

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orangeocelotmartyn · 17 days ago

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Impulse's adventures in Tumblr

Scar: You get too deep in Twitter it gets scary. Impulse: I got too deep in Tumblr, I had to back off. Scar: (surprised) Ooh. Impulse: I started going down a-a little—Gem saw! Gem saw it happen. Gem was helping me with Tumblr and—and I started going down and she's like, "nope, stop. you gotta do a filter for that one." (he laughs) Scar: Uh oh. Impulse: I got a little too deep— Gem: Yeah, but seriously. You guys, y-y-you want to be on the Tumblr, but you don't want to be on the Tumblr, because—you don't have the right…attitude about the Tumblr! If you're gonna be on the Tumblr, you're gonna see the fandom stuff. And if—then you gotta be okay with seeing the fandom stuff. If you're not okay with seeing the fandom stuff, then you gotta let me set up your Tumblr! (beat) I'm personally okay with it all, I don't really care. Scar: (sounding like he's far away) What's the fandom stuff? Impulse: Like the shipping, and…stuff. Scar: Do they get into like, the rates on shipping these days? It's crazy.

Impulse: A-U? What do they call it, A-U? What's A-U stand for? Gem: Just, Alternate Universe Impulse: Alternate Universe, okay. Some of the alternate universe, I read some of those things, they're actually pretty cool. Gem: You shouldn't say that out loud. (Impulse begins laughing) Impulse: Oh, my bad. I'm not supposed to be there, sorry, safe place for you guys, I'm back out—I'm out. I-I didn't— Scar: I never venture to Tumblr. Impulse: Reddit was-Reddit was slow! Okay? If—listen. If Reddit's gonna be slow, I need an outlet for—(laughs) for my—(getting quieter) reading. Stuff. About myself. Gem: I'd be-I think Tumblr's fine, you just have to have the correct mindset. And you also shouldn't be talking about it on stream— Impulse: Yeah, my bad— Gem: —because it freaks them out, and then they start being weird. Tumblr's much better when they're just-they're just normal. Impulse: There was-there was plenty of normal stuff. I just-you can't go down the rabbit holes, I learned. (pause) And then people-people take—they take screenshots of me when I'm standing weird. (He holds up a picture to the camera) Scar: (starts laughing) What, wait what? Wait, hold on— Gem: Oh, wait, we can-we can tell about this. There-there was a Tumblr post that was, that was-that was pointing out all of the times that Impulse stood (Scar exhales a laugh) and-and-and yeah. Yeah, they-they were pretty pretty princess Impulse? Impulse: (talking over her) I stand so macho, what are you talking about (he laughs) Scar: I'm so confused, I-can I get a— Impulse: I literally had to work on my—stance, before Sunday because I saw something Saturday night and I was like, oh— Gem: It's very cute, it's very cute. (Impulse laughs) Scar: Can I see a photo? Impulse: I was pretty princess. Here, I'll bring it up again. Do you have my stream open? Scar: I wanna see it. Impulse: I'll find it again. Scar: Can I just say, can I just say real quick while he's doing that? Impulse—really swoled out. He looks like he could pick-pick up an ox. (Impulse laughs, clearly pleased) I really noticed it, like, Impulse-I see those guns, I was like, "this man could pick up an ox. If I fell on the ground, Impulse, one hand, could pick me up." Impulse: Thanks. Scar: O-oh my god, I just pulled up your stream, except there's an ad, so I just see it up in the little tiny box at the top— Impulse: Oh shoot—c'mon ads! Scar: —so it's even funnier. Oh, there it is. (he laughs delightedly) Little princess. Gem: Tumblr's so good, though, cause you just get to see funny stuff like that, and don't have to scroll through all the politics and crap that's on, like, X. Impulse: Mm. Scar: It's so bad, Gem. Gem: And Reddit. And is dead. It's just nice, I like seeing the fandom at it's purest form, please don't ruin it by telling them that you're on there. Impulse: Okay. Nah, I-I was just on there 'cause I, y'know, I was excited about the event. There was so many things being posted and stuff, I wanted to see—everything that was being said, about w-how people thought about the weekend, and favorite clips, and all that kind of stuff, I wanted to see it all, so I dipped into Tumblr. Just a little bit, just-just to dip my toes in, just a lil bit. I'm back out, I'm fine. I'll be alright.

Scar: But was it nice? Impulse: It was alright. Scar: Because it feels like Reddit, they just nitpick the smallest things, like— Gem: I don't find the Tumblr to be nitpicky at all. Th-they're more like a celebration of the fandom. Whereas the Reddit is like…hates the fan—hates-hates us, a lil bit. Lowkey. Scar: A little, there's a little there, there's a little there, it's—there's an enjoyment of nitpicking. They find the nitpicking more fun, and then Twitter, they're just confused over there. They don't know what's going on. (Impulse laughs) Gem: Tumblr definitely doesn't nitpick half of the—every now and then I'll come across a person who's like. A bit…odd. But you could just block that one person and it normally goes away. Impulse: I didn't understand Tumblr about—cause you can't see when something was posted. At least not on just the scrolling through, it seemed like. I didn't see anything that was like, "this was posted x amount of hours ago." And I'm used to that. So that felt weird to me. And then I didn't quite understand how, like, replies and stuff work. There's something about notes? And then I click on that and it got weird, and, I dunno. Gem: Oh, I can teach you, I can teach you that. Impulse: I just didn't get it. Gem: I didn't think you were going to be getting into like, actually posting. Impulse: I'm a boomer when it comes to—Tumblr. So I think—I'm okay. N-next time we hang out you can help me with my—filters. Gem: I think you should just pretend that you don't use it. Cause— Impulse: Yeah, just, I'm not gonna get on there ever again. (Windows error noise) Say what you want. Uh oh.

#impulsesv #geminitay #goodtimeswithscar #gtwscar #hermitcraft #video #transcribed

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