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lovethoery · 4 years ago

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pairing: nonidol!jeno + fem!reader

word count: 2.4k

warnings: smut! please read at your own risk ♡ also just very soft n fluffy for the most part. it gets a little mean at the end but it’s all consensual and discussed before hand!!! promise.

kinks: slight puppy play, mentions of pegging and strap-ons, dominant reader, submissive jeno, mommy kink, vaginal sex, established relationship, no protection (pls b safe!!), dirty talk, fingering, ♡ big dick jeno ♡, breeding (the reader says not to, but i promise they’ve talked it over and it’s actually okay), mention of pussy eating, name calling?, tummy bulging, drooling.

a/n: i have not been able to stop thinking abt subby puppy jeno... he’s just so good... im not a dom, but for jeno (and mark)? i’ll do anything. this is very much self-indulgent. no i’m not sorry.

jeno’s hips can’t help the way they fuck into your hand, eyes fluttering shut from the feeling. it’s just so good, and he hasn’t gotten his dick wet in months.

“and whose fault is that?” you coo, leaning forward to get in the boy’s face. jeno’s ears are a bright pink, chest and neck beginning to adopt the same hue. he gulps, looking down to where your fingers are wrapping around his length, working him up and down.

“m-mine...” he whispers, mouth parting open as his eyes flutter shut.

“unh-unh. eyes on me, mutt,” you order. jeno’s nothing if not obedient, though, and he opens his eyes quickly, whimpering. “do you wanna fuck mommy?” you can’t miss the way jeno’s eyes light up; it’d be impossible to miss it.

he’s pressed up against the headboard of your shared bed, shirt tossed in a corner somewhere. his jeans are unbuttoned and shoved down messily, boxers still confining most of your boyfriend’s cock. jeno looks an absolute wreck, and you can see the way the thought of being inside your pussy causes him to sink deeper into his fucked out state.

raising a hand, you brush the hair out of his face gently, jeno’s tongue brushing past his lips to wet them. your fingers itch to push past those pretty pillows and make him gag, but you figure you’d save it for later.

“yes or no, angel?”

jeno’s mouth opens wider, then closes. he looks around as if you’re baiting him, but then he speaks softly. “yes...”

“yes what, pup?” your eyes bore into his, daring him to look away when you’re practically dangling a bone in his face—something so sweet and savory. a chance he doesn’t get often.

“yes, mommy,” jeno breathes, eyes wide and borderline innocent. borderline only because you know what he’s really like—desperate, needy, trying everything in his power to keep from breaking any rules you may have set forth tonight. “please let me fuck you...”

the boy beneath you is practically vibrating from the prospect of being inside you once again. he hasn’t been allowed to fuck you as of late due to poor... technique.

“mmm...” you hum, straightening your back to sit up, taller than him; looking down on him like the mutt he is. “do you think you can do a good job? surely with how much mommy’s fucked you, you must’ve learned something, right, puppy?”

jeno whimpers, loud and high in his throat, head moving forward to rest his face in your chest. the boy mouths at your shirt, nuzzling into you. you can’t help but bring your hands to card through his hair, petting him gently. jeno is your most precious boy, after all. “oh, puppy... okay, okay... you can fuck mommy.”

moving off of his lap, you begin to pull your clothes from your body, only to be stopped by jeno. “let me, please...” always such a good boy, you think.

jeno’s fingers tremble when he brings them to the drawstring on your shorts, despite how deft and nimble they typically are. it makes you giggle, laying on your back to allow him to pull the shorts from your legs. he moves slowly, almost like he’s still unsure about it all. you coo, reaching for his wrist. you thumb over the protruding bone, reassuring in your gentle movements. he nods in understanding, spreading your your legs wide to play with your pussy, admiring the way it glistens with your essence.

a sigh slips from the both of you when jeno sinks in his middle finger, and you giggle again. jeno’s eyes snap towards you, making sure he’s doing alright before he’s wiggling the digit carefully. his thumb moves to hook onto your clit, drawing gentle circles. he’s working you up, just like you’d taught him to when you first started having sex.

you moan softly, jeno’s middle finger beginning to crook, searching for your g-spot. your back arches when he finds it, toes curling and the boy between your legs can’t help the way his tongue starts to loll out of his mouth, practically salivating at the display before him. he’s never seen something so beautiful in his entire life, and his cock throbs from where it sits half-way out of his underwear. a blurt of pre-cum spills from the tip and you grin lazily.

“and here i thought i was the only one who was wet... but you’re dripping over there, baby,” you breathe. your voice is pitched up just a little, head tilting back. you miss the way jeno’s eyes flutter shut at your words, embarrassment flooding his bones.

“can i add another finger?”

you nod at his question, praising him for being so good, remembering to ask before doing. you’ve taught him so well, how to be the best boy be can be, and jeno beams under it. he takes the permission granted to him and slips his ringer finger in next, scissoring them wide.

a whine falls from your lips, legs spreading wider as you clench around the digits. “fuck, that’s so good,” you moan, eyes moving to lock on jeno’s. you grin again, teeth on display and jeno whimpers, kissing your bent knee. moving your foot, you press it up against jeno’s cock, biting your lip in satisfaction when jeno’s hips jolt.

“hurry up, puppy. get mommy ready for your big cock so you can fuck her nice and good.”

jeno doesn’t need to be told twice, fingers beginning to speed up after adding a third, pumping in and out of you. you moan louder, head falling back against the mattress. the coil in your abdomen tightens, spring loaded and ready to snap when jeno’s thumb speeds up its circles on your bud. your hips buck up, whines falling from your mouth as you get closer and closer, falling from the edge when jeno takes initiative and gives you that fourth finger, cupping your pussy as he stretches you wide and makes you cum.

it’s with soft whines and pretty cries that you cum, back arched taut like a bowstring and jeno thinks he could cum untouched, just from the sight alone. he has, if he remembers correctly. but not right now. right now, jeno needs to be inside you.

without even thinking, jeno’s quick to pull his hands away, shoving his pants and briefs down enough for his cock to fall out, heavy and thick between his legs.

your eyes are hazy as you look up at him, still coming around from your orgasm when jeno shoves his length into you. your eyes widen, mouth falling open as he starts to thrust, eyes watering from the stretch. “f-fuck!” you cry, back arching again. it burns, but you’re too preoccupied with the pleasure that builds behind your belly button again.

four fingers are never enough when it comes to stretching you out, another reason why you prefer to fuck him, and not the other way around. that, and every time jeno gets his cock in you, it goes like this.

the boy between your legs is practically jackhammering into you, hips moving like a piston into you over and over again. his eyes are closed and his tongue hangs from his mouth, drool coating his chin. his eyes open and close, looking down at you. jeno’s so far into his own headspace, there’s nothing in his eyes but desire and a need to breed you.

“j-jen... puppy, you’ve gotta slow d-down—oh, my god...” you try, hand moving to press against his tummy. it’s damp with sweat, tensing over and over from a mix of exertion and undying pleasure. jeno, despite your pleas, shows no sign of slowing. it feels like he begins to move even faster, balls slapping against against you.

the room is filled with the sound of skin against skin, your pussy squelching loudly as it tries to adjust to jeno’s width.

he stops for a moment, moving the two of you around. jeno moves with your legs tossed over his forearms, pulling you closer and up into his lap. with your feet up in the air, you feel a little burn of shame, not used to being manhandled in this way, though you know in the back of your mind you could easily take back control if needed.

jeno seems to only get rougher, pushing back into with a one-track mind. you know that look when he looks at you again. he wants to cum inside you.

“no,” you warn, hand tangling into his hair and pulling roughly.

jeno leans forward with a cry, face burying itself in your chest, knees pressing to your chest. you groan with the stretch in your thighs and waist, but shake it off, pushing it to the back of your head when you feel soft lips pressing against the base of your throat. teeth scrape across your skin, biting down.

with your legs locked up between your bodies, you have no way of pushing jeno away. it’s not that you don’t want him to cum inside, you do. it’s just... he doesn’t deserve it for the way he broke your rules.

“m-mommy!” jeno’s voice is high pitched, breaking on the end as his thrusts slow, but grow rougher. you can feel the slick between your legs, spilling down over your ass and onto the blankets beneath you. “so g-good... wanna breed you...”

your mouth opens when jeno readjusts, cock pressing up against your walls in the best way possible, pressing up against your sweet spot every single time. your toes curl where they’re propped up in the air, your boyfriend’s body preventing you from lowering them. a cramp starts to pull somewhere in your left thigh, and you contemplate telling jeno as much but when he cries out into your chest, you don’t have it in you to stop him.

“you better pull out, mutt!” you warn him, fingers wrapping around broad shoulders and digging into his skin. pretty crescent moon shapes litter his back, deep, red scratching lining his tanned skin.

your words seem to only spur jeno on, hips picking up pace as he becomes focused on only his pleasure.

“stupid dog,” is all you’re able to get out before jeno’s hips are stuttering, cock bottoming out. the tip kisses your cervix, cum painting your walls, and your own body convulses at the feeling. you moan into the air of your bedroom, pulling jeno even closer. your tummy bulges with his cock, and jeno just has to press a clammy hand against it.

jeno stays buried deep inside you for a moment, catching his breath. he’s hiccupping a little as he tries to come back to earth from whatever pleasure-induced cloud he’d been on. your fingers move to bring jeno’s face to yours, lips pressing against one another. jeno’s tongue finds refuge against your own, and you moan into his mouth. it’s sloppy and messy, the total opposite of the jeno everyone else gets to see and it makes you clench around his softening cock.

when he pulls away, you hum, taking in the sight before you. jeno’s eyes are wide, pupils blown as he regards you like you’re the only source of water for miles and he hasn’t had a drop in days. his tongue hangs out of his mouth, panting like a dog, and his chin is covered in drool. your fingers work to clean his face, wiping against the bedsheets once you’ve done your best to work the spit away.

you gasp as jeno’s cock slips free, soft between his legs.

“hi, baby,” you whisper, a grin on your lips as you work him back to you. “can you speak yet?”

jeno swallows, eyes blinking slowly as his mouth works to form words.

“shh... you don’t have to try if you can’t. just nod if you’re feeling good enough to keep going.”

the boy between your legs keens softly, nodding a soft yes. you card your fingers through sweat-dampened hair, cooing gently, trying to show as much affection to the boy as you can before you’re yanking on the strands, growling under your breath.

jeno whines in pain, but you can feel his dick twitching against your ass.

“stupid fucking dog. you can’t listen, can you?” your voice is biting, though you mean no malice. “first, you think of only yourself when i so graciously let you fuck me. remember last time, mutt? remember why mommy hasn’t let you fuck her in months? because you do shit like this.” with another tug, jeno’s groaning, mouth opening again. your free fingers work into his pretty, swollen mouth, pressing down on his tongue. your thumb hooks under his jaw, in the divot behind his chin. forcing his mouth open, you maneuver his head so he’s unable to look anywhere but you. “and then, to make it worse, mommy told you not to cum inside her. but what do you do? you cum inside her like a stupid mutt. do you know what will happen if mommy gets pregnant?”

jeno’s eyes are filling with tears, and for a moment you become worried, but you know jeno’s smart enough to use his safe word. he has before, even when he’s gone so far into his puppy space that he’s gotten nonverbal.

“if mommy gets pregnant with your puppies,” you whisper, bringing him in close. he swallows as best as he can around your fingers. “then mommy can’t fuck you like the stupid bitch you are. and you will never get to come close to my pussy. do you understand me, mutt?”

the boy trapped between your legs nods quickly, drool spilling from around your fingers once more. you hum, digging a heel into jeno’s lower back before releasing him. jeno slumps against your chest once your legs are free as well, and your fingers move from his mouth to pet through his locks again.

“you’re lucky you’re so cute, nono.” your voice is breathy, a soft giggle in it somewhere as jeno rests his chin on your chest, looking up at you with big eyes. “god, i can’t even be mad at you.” you’re pouting down at him, moving to adjust your position. turning around, you rest up against the headboard, legs spread wide. jeno’s cum drips from your fluttering walls, between your cheek, and onto the bed sheet beneath you.

“if you wanna make it up to me, you’ll come over here and use that pretty mouth of yours to make me cum.”

jeno’s eyes light up once more and he’s immediately crawling between your legs, ready to give you the world and then some.

#jeno lee smut #lee jeno smut #nct smut #nct dream smut #nct u smut #00 line smut #sub!nct #sub!jeno #this was so self indulgent #i just really needed this #i want a jeno so badly

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insomnihan · 2 years ago

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han's SECOND DREAMCATCHER CONCERT EXPERIENCE

BICYJ-

FIRST OFF OUTFITS THERE ARE SKIRTS AND SHORTS NO PANTS THIS TIME

STARTED WITH MAISON OH S HIT THAT HIT DIFFERENT

PLS THE WAY I WANTED TO BE A HANDONG FANSITE FOR A DAY AND I WAS F UXKING SHAKING AS SOON AS THEY WALKED OUT

HANDONG IS SO F UCKING BEAUTIFUL YALL REALLY WERENT F UCKING LYING THAT SHE WAS MORE BEAUTIFUL IRL I FEEL LIKE I WAS BLESSED BY GOD

THAT IS A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN

I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT HER™ MY EYES WERE ON HER THE ENTIRE NIGHT GODDAMNIT

THEYRE ALL SO F UCKING F I N E™!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i got some solo videos of handong but theyre absurdly shaky <3 theyre beautiful <3

sua singing a little bit of copycat how about i ASCEND- (she wanted us to sing it too but we just yelled <3)

them continuously calling us angels :cccccccccc

yes to them talking about in n out (and handong saying she wants a pinks hot dog)

we kept woofing after every performance............. EVERY. PERFORMANCE.

LOCKED INSIDE A DOOR IS T H A T B I C T H LIVE

STARLIGHT IS R E A L L Y THAT B I C T H LIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NO DOT EVERY MEMBER HAD A CHANCE TO DANCE TO IT YOOHYEON THREW MAJOR A S S™ TO IT I ALMOST PASSED AWAY WHY DID SHE THROW IT SO DAMN HARD-

HANDONG GETTING ON THE GROUND ON ONE SIDE AND DAMI JUST BEING A BAD BICTJ ON THE OTHER OHH ITS BAD FOR THE DADONGISTS

ALSO WHY DID SUA GRAB JIU LIKE THAT DURING THEIR TURN BICTH I WILL D*E!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE WAY SUA JUST GRABBED A CHAIR AND DANCED TO NO DOT ON IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

yes i recorded handong doing winter <3<3<3

sua shushed us a few times (sorry queen were so f ucking stupid for you <3)

in the frozen and silent nighT YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS

TENSION ENG VERSION (we practiced the line we all needed to scream and it sounded like a MESS™ the first time)

jiu was given a small sign thing of heR HEAD ON THE BODY OF THE TINY HEADED KINGDOM BEA R-

and then yoohyeon got a shirt with pies face printed all over it

yoohyeon and sua breakdancing at one point????????????

BLACK OR WHITE BELOVED 😍😍😍

B R E A K T H E W A L L!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THEY PERFORMED S C R E A M BICTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PIRI ODD EYE BOCA DEJA VU PERIOD PERIOD PERIOD PERIOD👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏

A I R P L A N E

wake up and MAYDAY ENCORE BICTJ??????????

and ofc new days my beloved <3<3<3

I NEED TO GO BACK IMMEDIATELY TAKE ME B A KC

thank you again to @f-scott-inebriate for the tickets i am eternally grateful <3<3<3

#im certain there are more songs but i can barely think rn #im sure this isnt even in the right order they happened!!!#BUT #I MISSED THEM SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!#DAMN IT I EVEN MISS THEM ALREADY 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭#han.txt #han's milestones

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blossomkoushi · 4 years ago

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"Thank you daddy ~" you're both burning with need. And who's gonna take care of that? Surely he wouldn't take you to the locker room after the game and make you scream his name? Show the team that yes even though they've won the game but HE'S the one pounding into your sweet cunt. It's HIS name that you're screaming. Who owns this pussy? Whose dick are you creaming around? Whose hand print is burning on your ass? Kei. Kei. Kei.

F UCK ME oh my god im AAAAAA

possessive tsukishima is. my new absolute favorite

pls omg,,, him having a lewd picture as his phone background,,, casually going to show something to his team and oops they say his name written on skin hhhNHH

#FUCK im running to write nownownownownow #hhhng truly bonked my head its all i can think abt rn POSSESSIVE KEI #potted.plants

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beeblebrox-be-damned · 5 years ago

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Silohuette (Part 7: Organ Formation)

Dark!Bucky x Reader TW: NONCON/DUBCON ITS HERE MY DUDES. I FIGURED I’D MADE YA’LL WAIT LONG ENOUGH.

Bucky sighed as he lowered you onto the couch. Your limp form sprawled out almost lifelessly across the cushions. Your face was expressionless, but he almost preferred that to what he knew was to come. You would be devastated when you woke up.

He’d heard your screams and cries before Steve had knocked him unconscious. He knew something had broken then, the fragile trust that was slowly building over weeks of quiet companionship was shattered. You had ran from him. He sighed angrily.

You had ran away. You hadn’t even hesitated.

He exited the basement and climbed the stairs, rubbing his temples in frustration. he emerged into the living-room where Steve sat with brows furrowed. The blond looked up at him.

“Hey,” he said softly. There was still some hesitation in his eyes, but Bucky knew he’d come all the way around eventually, just as he hoped you would.

Bucky sat down next to him, sighing gustily. “Hey.” His voice was heavy with sadness and a tinge of hurt. After all he had done for you- was doing for you- you had tried to get away.

Steve placed his hand gently on Bucky’s shoulder. “It’s going to be okay,” he said slowly, mulling over his words as he spoke. “Listen, I- I’m sorry about before. About, y’know…”

Bucky gave a dry laugh and glanced over at his friend with a crooked smile. “I shoulda known it’d happen. America’s Golden Boy-” he elbowed Steve’r ribs “-my ass.”

Steve snorted. “Be quiet and let me apologize, jerk.” His smile faltered as reality set in again. “Look, you can’t keep her down there forever,” he stated bluntly.

Bucky glared playfully at him, eyebrow raised. “You’re not going to knock me out again, are you?”

Steve rolled his eyes. “No. I’m just saying that at some point you’re going to have to let her out, at least out into the main part of the house.”

Bucky nodded, turning his gaze back to the door. “I know. I’m just… tryin’ to figure it all out. It’s not like I really know what I’m doing.”

Steve chuckled. “I’d be worried if you did, buddy.” He paused, considering something. “You learned some… techniques when HYDRA had you, right? For getting information, I mean.”

Bucky nodded slowly. “Some. I only remember a bit of it- from previous missions- but yeah.”

Steve nodded, looking a bit brighter. “Look, as much as I think this is… morally questionable, I do know that her being here is best. But only as long as she’s not locked up forever.” He shifted in his seat, an idea sparkling behind his eyes. “Hear me out-”

Bucky leaned forward. “I’m all ears, punk.”

Break her.

The words circled through Bucky’s head like a mantra. A sick, twisted mantra.

Break her.

Fingers trailed over your legs, one side cold and the other warm. You sighed in your sleep. The fingers danced closer and closer to the apex of your thighs, nearer and nearer to your pelvis. You gave a soft, sleepy whimper.

One hand rested on your hip. The other- the cold appendage- crawled slowly beneath your shorts. Blunt metal fingers whisked over your clothed entrance, coaxing a breathy moan from your lips as you drifted the line between wake and sleep. A hazy fog of warmth wrapped around you, holding you still.

The fingers slipped beneath the thin cloth of your panties, rubbing slow circles over your folds. You slickened immediately at the touch. One fingertip brushed over your clit. Your hips jerked softly but were held in place by the other hand. You whimpered under your breath.

A cold finger slowly sank into your tight heat, your dripping cunt ready to be filled. Your breathing grew shaky as you began to wake, your senses coming into place. The hands withdrew, taking your shorts and underwear along with them. Your eyes flew open and you looked down, watching in shock as Bucky drew your pants slowly down your legs before flinging them away into the corner of the room.

“What the fuck-” you exclaimed as you jerked your knees toward your bare chest. At least, you tried to pull them upwards. Bucky’s hands locked firmly onto your ankles before you could even get your legs halfway bent.

He looked up at you emotionlessly. You trembled where you sat, blinking wide-eyed at him. “W-what are you doing, B-Bucky,” you stammered, fear settling deep in your gut. Bucky watched you quietly for several moments.

He gave a soft sigh. It was the only betrayal of the emotion that lurked behind his eyes. Asides from that, he was steel, hard and cold. “You tried to leave. You left.”

His voice was even, but it made your anxiety spike. He didn’t sound angry, but you knew he was.

You trembled harder, trying in vain to tug your ankles out of his grip. He tightened his hands, eyes narrowing. You slowly allowed your muscles to go limp. Your tongue darted over your lips as you struggled to think of how to respond.

Bucky beat you to it. His thumbs stroked your skin softly as he spoke. “I suppose it’s understandable, given the situation.” A spark of hope lit within you. Was he going to allow you free?

Reality set in as he continued. He’d brought you back here- you weren’t going to get away. “I haven’t been clear on the rules. I’ve been too lax with you.” He ran one hand up your shin, goosebumps trailing in its wake. “You’ll learn eventually. You’re a smart girl.”

You bit your lip as you tried to process what was happening. Everything seemed to crawl along at a snail’s pace, like a movie in slow motion. Part of you felt far away- terribly far, as though you weren’t even there- as his hand continued upwards. He spread your thighs slowly. Your heart pounded in your chest, like a caged bird beating its wings against the bars of its confinements.

“Pl-ease don’t,” you managed to choke out as he leaned forward. His hot breath ghosted over your folds- shamefully slick- as he redirected his icy blue gaze to your frightened face. “Please.”

A frown twitched over his lips for a fleeting moment before the expressionless mask slipped back into place. “You’ve got to learn. This is where you should be. You’ll be happy here, if you just let yourself relax.”

His metal hand released your other ankle. Both hands now rested on your knees, keeping your leg spread as he placed a firm kiss directly over your clit. You gave a sharp gasp. He withdrew briefly, a thin string of your arousal connected to his plump lip, and then dove back in.

His beard scratched against your delicate skin as his tongue dance between your folds. You yelped as he flattened out his tongue and drug it slowly upwards, pressing against your engorged pearl, before he plunged it inwards. With a sinfully wet-sounding movement, he collected every bit of your sweet nectar, drinking it in like it was water in the driest desert.

You groaned, shutting your eyes tightly. You threaded your fingers through his hair, your reservations draining out of you as pleasure crawled up your spine, fogging your mind. Bucky smirked against your core as he ate you out, hungry to please you, to show you just how happy he could make you.

His flesh fingers found their way to your cunt, diving in and out of your soaked slit as his tongue made quick work of your clit. Tautness built in your body, each nerve winding tighter and tighter, your skin abuzz with anticipation. Your lips parted in a silent cry as you tipped over the edge, body eager for climax despite the situation.

You almost sobbed when Bucky pulled away. Your orgasm ground to a halt before it could even begin, your muscles clenching in desperation. He withdrew his fingers, popping them in his mouth, sucking them clean of your sweet cream.

You whimpered, your body aching. “Pl-ease, I need to-” you cried pitifully “-need to…”

Bucky gave a gentle smile as he pulled his fingers from his mouth, swiping his tongue over his lips. “Alright, babydoll. Since you asked nicely.”

You expected him to resume his position between your legs, but instead, you found yourself flipped over. Your knees sank into the plush area rug, your torso resting on the cushion of the couch. You froze in shock as your heard the click of a belt buckle and the rustle of stiff fabric.

Bucky plunged into you without warning. You yelped loudly, the burn of stretching to take his massive cock painful but irresistible. He groaned loudly, hands kneading your hips.

“F-uck, babydoll…” His voice was strained. “So fucking tight. Oh god-” He twitched his hips forward experimentally before pulling away and slamming forward. The couch jolted with the force of his thrust. Your fingers tightened around the couch cushion, desperate for an anchor as he set a brutal pace, fucking you raw.

“God,” he grunted, “shoulda done this sooner.” He panted in your ear as he ground down on you, his pelvis rutting against your ass as he pressed his weight forward. “Fuck-”

The orgasm you’d been denied earlier spiraled closer and closer. All it took to push you over the precipice was a brief brush of your clit against the couch’s cushion. You bit down on your lip as your muscles clenched, bucking backwards and impaling yourself further on Bucky’s cock. He cried out as you tightened around him, exploding inside over your tight cunt, ropes of thick cum filling you.

He continued to thrust through your simultaneous climaxes until the last of his cum was deep inside you. He was panting loudly, as were you. You went limp against the couch as he pulled out of you. Your head rested on the cushion, your eyes closed tightly as your struggled to comprehend what you’d just done.

You heard the rustle of Bucky’s jeans and the click of his belt buckling back in place as you lay trembling. A trickle of cum worked its way down the inside of your thigh, tickling. You were too worn to care. Bucky stood, brushing your hair out of your face gently. He made his way towards the door.

“Dinner will be a bit late tonight, but there’s plenty of snacks in the fridge if you get to hungry.” He opened the door, pausing to gaze at you affectionately. You had opened your eyes and met his gaze shyly just as he walked out of the basement.

The lock clicked, the door closed, sealing you in once more. TAGLIST:

@the-soulofdevil @imaginedreamwrite@divinepurp1evoid@kennedysbrainpiece @secretsihideinside

#dark marvel #dark!bucky #dark!bucky x reader #dark!bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky #bucky x y/n #dark!bucky x y/n

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lmanberg · 4 years ago

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"I wonder if any antis came onto my blog to hate stalk and ended up liking what they saw, hmm..."

oh god oh f uck i promised myself i wouldnt send any asks pl ease mx. <///3 -etl

Lmaooo I knew there would’ve been at least one. Don’t worry former-anti, you’re welcome here ;)

#ask #text #etl anon #(?)#the community

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arodrwho · 4 years ago

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cr 2.100 lb!!!!!!!

how many moons has it been??

so many that gdocs stopped telling me i often open this gdoc round this time

had to search for this fucker manually

wild

anyway aaaaaaaa

it’s OLD MUSIC

music from the OLDEN TIMES

of THREE MONTHS AGO

before STUFF and THINGS

i am DELIGHTED

i was HANDFLAPPING in the KITCHEN so INTENSELY i was HITTING my SHOULDERS like some kind of STEREOTYPE

HIIIIIIII

i’m not having emotions YOU’RE having emotions

on a lighter note MATT’S HAIR

i would love to have his hair if i wouldn’t love so vry .. girly e

oh gosh

hey what a nerd

this is dumb and cheesy and feels . uncomfortably tacky as a way of acknowledging BLM? probably should look elsewhere for more qualified opinions on that

buT i’m soft

how does sam manage to make terribly cheesy things but be like. intentional & tongue in cheek abt it enough that they’re sweet anyway and not just Only embarrassing

oh! a list! good

naacpldf.org

oh i just noticed the little 100 in the corner, that’s cute

does he feel silly holding that face for so long. i would feel silly

helo theme tune

i have no idea what the fuck fjord just said but he sounded supremely competent

what’s the betting a not-insignificant portion of the fandom just went “fjord hot”

oh i forgot nott was master gunner

mm combat prep not my fave i am 2048 times

oh GOD it’s nott

NOTT went “fjord hot”

why did i not predic this

amazin it’s firing time

skgdjfgh marius

what the fuck did u say w/ur mouth

PTRL - permission to reload

o i see

sam , makes chaos

oh fuck yeah

polymor PH

ooooo polymorph AGA IN

o it worked

okay

turtle,

gooooood

good turtle

dkg

this is a uhhh

very m9 solution i must say

o heck yea

well

treasure..

why does a turtle want treasure

what are u going to do with treasure big ol turtle friend

does the ocean have capitalism

what thef uck

or maybe it’s just pretty

“‘i don’t need a mate’ is the cry of a horny lonely person” as an ace there are things i could say but like. u right. that particular phrasing? u right

anyway

bro u ask god things directly like

a lot

i remember back in the day when u were like

i only wanna use this in special circumstances

like after fjord’s whole backstory quest failed to get him the answers he wanted abt vandren vandran vandrin whoever the motherfuck of spelling

anyway

my point being that u now ask things a fUCk lot

is she going to ask if she’s

yeah

i love jester

can’t even be that upset about that word of god romo caleb bc like. u just look at her. and she’s lovable

oh whwat the fuck

we got folks?? folks????? what

man why the fuck do i always tune back into Anatomy Jokes

anyway

oh worm ppl on my dash suggesting vandren might be here???? oh WORM

i love orly

flowers !!

i’m jealyous

of them getting to see pretty flowers & of matt’s describey smell

dlkfdkjgh yA SHa

i love that she just,

she just,,,

says they should try it,

ngl lil disappointed nobody else tried it. somebody pls write fic of that it would b funny

oh funky why r they all anxious

explayne

“iiIII noticed something” dkdflkjgh i love her

i would kill & die for her

fu ck

what the fuck. 2? sets of feet?

like 2 ppl or like a centaur

big allfours creature ?

OH FUCK YEAH

FFFFFU C K YEAH

f u c k yeah

i know what this iiiiiiiiis

i know what this is.

at least,

i THINK i know what this is

displacer beast sounds like

sidenote in my lil tiny fambly game & my mom & sib tried to adopt a babby displacer beast

didn’t work sadly i wANTED IT SO BAD

but alas no. no,

hohohohohooho whomst is THIS

oh fucking cool

oh good i wasn’t wrong that would’ve been disappointing as fuck

: O!!!!!!!!!!!

[mulan voice] a WOMAN!!!

oh what was that one a they/them??

did i hear “their”???????????/

hyello?

mutton chops..

who’s the other,

humanoid man

so not a they, that was just for. whatist. for ambiguity

so he’s disabled i assume

i squint at she

pono & jana

sup

hmmmmmmmmmmmmm

“don’t eat the flowers” sjkdghkdhfg ok

well!!!!!

vokodo

hmmm,,,,

the vo?

hmmmmmmmmm

...ah.

i don’t rly think i much like where this is going?

this feels like sth to tread lightly round & i’m not sure i trust them to do so

altho folks being recently shipwrecked & not native is a step in the right direction ig

as is the parallel of jester’s god Not Being Technically Divine Either

still tho i

mm.

need more qualified viewpoints

--wots this?

OOOO clasp

clasp………..

it’s been a while………………..

hmm if it’s a phoenix thing like my dash is suggesting then that makes sense somewhat but

--hwot

helo

u break nOW?? now………..,,,

#daypost

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cruddyborderlandstheories · 5 years ago

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OH GOD I CANT BELIEVE THIS LOL

this timing is both hilarious and horrible.

Okay so I was on reddit like you do and I found a comment pointing out that Punk Girl is a member of a band that's advertised on Promethea. Ohhh and I totally took note of the poster too in my Dev trailer analysis post. BIG FACEPALM. F uck me running lmao

Anyway, lots of credit to u/leViktormizer on reddit for solving this mystery!

^ the pictures they uploaded with their comment for your viewing pleasure.

Curious why she's the only one to appear on the MoM tho. It's possible she has a bigger part in the story than just being part of a band. A band literally named Punk. Ooooh I feel so dumb haha.

I'd be really interested if she was sorta like Mouthpiece in that she was spreading cultist propaganda, but thru her music. Tho we haven't seen Mouthpiece, or the other band members, anywhere on the MoM, so there's that. It seems to be featuring the really important characters. I mean, Lorelei's on it and she has at least 2 (3? I think it's 3) side quests that we've seen so far, plus she has her own title card and plays a fairly big role in the main story. And tbh, of 'unique' characters, I would think the twins are the only villains on it (not counting Punk Girl bc we know nothing!) so that may point to her being on our side at some point?

I don't think the siblings theory is completely out of the water yet, tho it has got try very hard to stay in lmao. She could just be going off on her own way. It'd be interesting if she decided to help us tear down the cult in an act of sibling rivalry/jealousy, like a dick measuring contest, but with fans of her band vs the cultists.

Alternatively, we get her on our side and she helps us somehow. Maybe she/her band can help reduce the effects of brainwashing? Or revert cultists or smth. Idk lmao. I don't know what bonuses having a band on our side would do, but like hey I guess they're famous, maybe they have connections somewhere important.

Or she becomes a cultist (either thru choice or brainwashing) and introduces her entire fan base to it, spreading propaganda/brainwashing thru her music. That would be a KILLER boss battle. Just some Angus Young level shit where we're in a giant stadium on stage, with like cultists in the crowd screaming and she's climbing in the rafters and jumps down to slam us with a guitar. Would this mean there'd be 3 bosses at once, or would it be like a wave thing, or..?

I mostly believe this one, because it seems like she's on a cult-themed shirt on the gearboxmerch instagram page, plus, you know, her clothes are all very bandit/psycho-y. Wouldn't it be interesting if only she was brainwashed (explaining why she's on the MoM and not the other band members) and so they asked us to go help her somehow. And that ends up playing a big role in us figuring out how to revert the brainwashing/get people out of the cult/whatever. So she's saved THEN she joins our cause to help us spread that ~knowledge~.

Idk, I was about to go to sleep and then I saw that and basically went "oh fuuuuuu-" but it's cool because I'm actually really hoping for a band-themed-

Oh my god

Battle of the Bands??? gearbOX PLS

#borderlands #bl3 #borderlands 3 #Punk girl #She is a mystery no more #Well actually that was a fucking lie #Lol #She's still a mystery #But less so!!!#BAND TIME LETS GO #I WANNA PLAY BASS GUITAR

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cryptidofthekeys · 5 years ago

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All the writer asks!!!!!!

I’ve already answered the pen n paper one so I’ll leave that one out and answer the rest haha

ink: what do you do to “set the mood” when writing?

hmmm… well to usually set the mood would depend on the type of story I’m writing, if its horror/really angsty shit then I’m definitely going for dark themed music, if its something fluffy n cute- then im gonna go for some really happy upbeat music, so to set the mood- it’d usually depend on the genre

diary: how many pieces have you written that are just for you or will never see the light of day?

……Shhh… Let’s keep those my dirty little secret… (their not nsfw, thats not what I mean by that just to clarify)

journal: do you ever write just so you can enjoy something to read?

Hmm I guess I’ve done it once or twice before, but I dont do it too often-

novella: do you prefer to write short stories, one-shots, or entire novels?

I don’t think I’ve even came CLOSE to an entire novel but, I do a lot of short-stories and ESPECIALLY one-shots, im not very good at chapter based stories or anything

pulitzer: tell about/link a piece where you felt your writing was the best.

Ooooh fuck this is a tough one, Im too lazy to link it but- in my Yan!Henrik story there were some parts I ABSOLUTELY loved and felt were p damn good and in the werewolf story I wrote as well, some good parts in there too, but I definitely feel more fond over some of the scenes in the Yan!Hen story than any other one

genre: what genre do you prefer to write in?

Honestly, I’m pretty open to genres, like- fantasy, science-fiction, etc- the whole shabang- im not too picky bout any of them-

narrator: what pov do you like writing in best?

hmmm I guess like- wouldnt it technically be in third person with the way I write, for the reader its always You and or they, I always keep a story gender-neutral so that way all readers can be who they want to be in the stories, it can give them a better chance to imagine themselves in said position, now if i got a specific thing to do, male, female, non-binary, etc- then yeah I’d do that

backstory: how did you come to love writing?

That’s a- actually kinda simple tbh- its not an interesting story- At first I was actually unsure about it, but then- the more I wrote, the more I got super into it- It was just… super fun to me after I did it for awhile

time-lapse: how long have you been writing (as a hobby or for work)?

It’s a hobby for now, but I do wish I could open commissions- but hmm its been like, maybe 5-6 years by now, maybe even a bit longer

characterization: describe your favorite character(s) you’ve written.

You should know this for sure haha, my favorite characters to write with tho- I’ll just say who they are, all the septic egos p much except… im still not too confident with writing Angus yet, some of the Iplier egos, like the Jims, Harold, and Eric, and I’m trying to branch out to other fandoms, I like writing with David n Daniel, from the cc fandom, and I’m trying to work on Dream Daddy characters too, Joseph, Robert, Mary, etc- and then my own characters too- I dont write wiht them often but I try

carnegie: what authors and/or books/stories have inspired you to write or influenced your work?

hmmm… I get inspired fairly easily so it’d be hard for me to name anything like that off the top of my head tbh

faulkner: what tropes do you LOVE writing? which ones are your guilty pleasure?

…. Why not ALL the tropes? …okay maybe not ALL of them

o’connor: what tropes/genres do you dislike writing?

Eh, im a p open person to tropes/genres- I mean unless like a trope could count as in, like- “it was all a dream” or “you were the killer all along” or some shit like that, then that type of shit isnt REALLY my cup of tea

dickinson: what insecurities do you have about your own writing? what do you think you should improve on?

There’s a lotta things I think I could improve on, honestly… I think, its not a matter of insecurity really, more so like- no matter who you are, there’s always room for improvements, I think we all improve on things every day, writing, drawing, roleplaying, even simple things- after all, there’s nowhere to really go except forward in life, so I just tend to go with my own flow, and if I improve than I’m happy with that, if I dont? Welp, that just means I still have a bit to go-

playlist: what kind of music/songs help you write? do you have a writing playlist?

oh god I w i s h I was organized enough to fucking- have a writing playlist ashdjshfdsj, it just depends on my mood- sometimes I get distracted by songs tho-

record: have you written things based off of songs? do you like to?

…I wrote one, its a really old one and im not too proud of it, but, people like it apparently so I keep it up since it seems to make em happy and thats what matters in that regard, but nah im not BIG on writing things based off songs

nobel: have you published anything you’ve written? online or irl?

Hmmm not yet, I don’t think I’m ready to physically publish my stories or anything, although my dad does encourage it, he tells me I should find a publisher or whatever and publish some stories (it wouldnt be ones with like- characters from things like camp camp, dream daddy, etc of course- it’d be ones with my own characters)

notepad: can you write anywhere or do you have to be in a specific place and mood to write?

D e f i n i t e l y a specific place and mood, my mood’s totally off and wrong right now and its frustrating bc im trying to write but the body and brain is like no motherfucker, be in pain and hate me more than you already do

parchment: how often do you or your personal life influence your writing?

I dont… know if ANY of my personal life has… influenced my writing? not that I know of anyways

dedication: if you were to publish a book or multiple, who would you dedicate the book(s) to?

I think… I dont know who I’d dedicate the books too or anything-

trope: what’s a pet peeve you have about writing?

…honestly? The one pet peeve I, myself, have with writing is the I/Me POV- now of course its fine if others use it, it could be easier to them, or they simply like it a lot, but I myself, just- cant fucking s t a n d that type of pov

input: what’s something you hate that people say to you about writing/your writing?

Okay- I need to be honest here, bc I get a lot of them, when I constantly state that I only do one shots and not chapter stories but the whole “pls continue” “another part to this please” “Do more of this” that doesnt really make me wanna do more, it makes me wanna move on actually from any of that, like im not about that plz continue, do more!!! type of comments

critic: what’s the best piece of advice you’ve ever received about writing?

Oh god I’ve received TONS of good advice from people, especially when it comes to some of the German I use for Henrik, I will admit… I’ve been severely slacking with learning my German, and I…. I deeply regret it tbh, but- I never mind and am actually grateful when someone corrects me when using a word incorrectly in a sentence or whatever

mifflin: what do you feel is your strong suit in writing?

A n g s t

houghton: what’s something you love that people compliment your pieces on?

I love all compliments tbh, I especially love comments on my angst like NO HOW DARE YOU OP, or OP wha t the f uck- my he a r t, or anything like that- …im a sadistic lil gremlin arent I? I love breakin hearts with angst, but like any compliments I receive on my stories are all greatly appreciated, I just most of the time I dont have the time to respond to them, BUT- I do read em, every last one of em-

#evantrash #writer asks

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im-basically-logan · 6 years ago

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me yelling abt the new sander sides episode because i have no chill

under the cut, friendos!

i’m typing this as i listen/watch the video btw so it’s all in order! also this is very long

that’s... an intro.

i love joan so much hghfhgjfdhjk

new channel news yay

Tweet Tunes blz come back

“give me my shirt back!”

i still love the intro to sander sides so much

thomas what the fuck. i’m so confused

“Cast: Thomas Sanders” that’s sander sides in a nutshell

also thats a big fuckin wine glass

dont eat bad chicken wraps blz

“yeah but what’s your actual job?” oof

the beginning is very slow paced imo blehh. a good reflection on thomas’ mood in the video tbh

“i feel bad about feeling bad” me all the time

i cant believe roman got slapped in the face

roman x katana otp uwu

“Logan!!! It’s Patton!!” that was both cute and kinda odd? did he think logan would be suspicious of him being deceit? probably not

logan really goin for those claps and syllables

“Although I am overcome by a titillating, tingly sensation whenever deadlines are met” l-logan? what??? did you just say?? i agree with roman’s reaction on this one.

the poor 4th wall. also i’m not belittled

patton called himself, roman, and logan daddy

VIRGIL!!!!

virgil flapping as he’s like “Are you serious??”

the countless amount of beeps as roman and logan argue.

bestest duo

god the stretching shit

ROMAN GOT CALLED THE FUCK OUT

i mean we been knew he’s insecure but still

“do you know how dangerous that is?”

“I’m shooting straight, even though I’m gay”

dfkghdfkjhdskj patton knows what everyone calms down with hghghgfh

i love how logan just immediately starts solving the cube lol

it was 25 seconds jfc logan

tfw you’re just so good at being creativity that you color the mona lisa with shitty colors

are.. are they making a vine reference?? with the loop thing??

F r o o t

S am e s i es logan s w ea t y B L Z

“get naked??” ROMAN PL E A SE

he was ready to strip what the F UCK

intact and wet?

hfgjkhdjk logan’s trying his best

Sometime’s we don’t know that there’s a question to be asked: clarified

LOGAN COMPLIMENT PATTON FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE

i want a cogitating cap but it’s $25 sobs

textbooks, m I S T A KES (roman jfc), PUPPETS!!

yes virgil defend pat

tbh i had the same thoughts as logan at first abt the adult thing..

roman you over did the chin, buddy

“you are unbelievably extra any time you get” “put a sOCK IN IT!”

and then virgil becomes a sock puppet

I LOVE HIM I’LL TAKE 5

sweet coraline!!! BA BA BAAAAA

“if by up you mean the opposite of down to do this” that was very convoluted

what is with roman not liking the word figuratively??? are you ok?? is there some secret angst behind the meaning of that word?

patton cursed again

is... 5 by 5 a thing???

jfc logan, you wear light wash jeans?? i thought they would be dark

oh and you hit roman in the eye

ngl i laughed because he’s a puppet and couldn’t blink

oh my god logan looks so regretful w h a t?

also L is a new nickname

“Maybe I should go” “NO”

o shit

slight throwback to when Logan left in moving on part 1??? :3c

hfdjkhfkjd like mAR IA

ew feelings

“i’d rather go live in a garbage can” same

thomas we love you so much feelings are weird

jfc patton.

“oh i’m sorry, EXCEPT I’M NOT!”

big oof at roman being called out

“oh my gosh, what is up your butt?” “... an ARM”

i mean he’s not wrong but i feel like he could’ve thought about that phrase a little more carefully

i really liked the text stuff when logan was talking about “Why?”

solid electric company reference yeet

SHSHDHGHSHSHDHHSHSHH

logan flailing his arms is a mood

“i could list off several factors that very well could be contributing to your doubts” someone let him sp e a k

and it’s virgil.

lmao that was a big “I’ll take what I can get” bit for logan ngl rip

hfgkdhjdkfs virgil as the count i’m

logan’s looks he’s giving virgil are m o o d s

“three depressing speculations, ah ah ah...”

“four uncomfortable characters in this room”

“jeez you slobbily eat some jam and accidentally make a jew puns and now you’re suddenly sensitive about being taken seriously?” “I’m not a joke!”

YI K E S

the logan angst i’ve been craving

logan blz hhhhhh

headcanon: adjusting his tie is a big stim

you can see virgil’s expression in the puppet when patton calls him a cute muffin wowie puppeteering is neat!

roman ur being an ass

“it’s too bad your brain isnt as big as your chin” “well you smell like FOOT” hfdjhgjfkdhs

there’s so many more logan screenshots i gottttttt yessss

“what? no-” too late, it’s musical time

“another song, really?” logan, you literally sang last episode

this patton angst return

“Did that work?” “Nope!” logan’s face at that. b o i did you not pay attention? to moving on pt 2? he was kinda there as thomas right?? maybe?? oh no

“I knew you’d listen to me as too scary to ignore” hello @asofterfan got that thing down to a T.

logan just looks so shook like “oh shit”

“but when you lo-care for someone...” virgil, we all heard it.

logan breaking down the musical into just the keyboard was p cool

hghgnhghfhsg THE ONE SHOT SLAM

ahdsdshjkdfsk i love this part with logan and thomas so MU CH

ALSO! I think there was a key change to something minor? sounded much more overlooming/scary as they ended their verses

“You’re lost” “I’m right here” “It’s okay. I was lost once too...” i’m just shook.

roman just hangs his actual dirty socks jfkdkfdh

that trumpet thoooooo

virgil just callin everyone out today

logince angst content yeet

“logic always has a part to play, logan” ye s s s s ss validate him, virgil

virgil is callin out and validatin everybody today

dont hug me i’m scared ref, nice

moxiety hug!!

“that god i can move my arms again”

i can’t say i was surprised with logan becoming a robot sorta puppet

“iron giant nerd!” yeah

“I’ve never felt anything in my life” no patton squeal?

oh my god logan just said beep boop what a nerd

virgil telling patton about the innocent talks thing was something i really liked and was expecting eventually tbh

logan giving roman a high five!!!

“you did the stretchy arm!” “it’s not as gross when a robot does it” i need to see the arm thing jfc

“Can you tell me how to get-” “How to get to sesame street!” they just all... left him. rip

logan can’t summon well or control his shapeshifting powers that well?? hmm?

i love that ending with the sesame street throwback again aaaaaa

the way roman and patton laughed in the end card?? what the hell lmao

thomas throwing shade at himself with his own characters is a mood

Thanks to everyone who works on Sander Sides!! This was the longest episode yet, I think. The team grew so much

#sander sides #learning new things about ourselves #ts spoilers #lo rambles

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insomnihan · 3 years ago

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han's DREAMCATCHER ONLINE CONCERT EXPERIENCE

(everything here was typed as i was watching the concert pls enjoy this chaotic mess)

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this loading screen music pretty good ngl.............................

takes for F UCKING EVER THO HUURY UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE WAY THE SCREEN GOES BLACK GIVE ME A DAMN HEART ATTACK STOP DOING THAT™

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

YEEEEEEEEES START WITH WHITE OUTFITS AND MY QUEEN TITLETRACK ODD EYE

THE WOLF???????????????????????

okay i see what that xr stage means now

LIVE BAND SCREAM ABOUT TO COMBUST-

BOOOOOOOOOOOCA SO SCRUMPTIOUS

HELL YEAH THIS IS THE BEST OPENING DA FUK-

DONT F UCKING FREEZE ON MY QUEEN DO NO T-

lee siyeon.............................................................

sweet girl gahyeon alright then

damI I LOVE YOU

IT GLITCHED BAD IT SCARED ME

BECAUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISTLE AND CHOREO BICYH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

chair and floor choreography [rest]

i love listening to them talk but im shaking im just ANXIOUS for these costumes

P O L A R I S GUESS ILL CRY OKAY-

heart of sunflower so like CRY™ cry

lit rally had to read the comments for this song its emotion I DONT LISTEN TO BALLADS MAN-

SOLO STAGE AND COSTUMES NOW?????????????? PLS??????????????

NO NOT YET ITS ECLIPSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OH GOD THEYRE JUST RUNNING THROUGH SONGS THEY JUST JUMPED INTO FULL MOON

WIND BLOWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

okay i can breathe now oh thank god

just going through previous stages theyre cute 🥺🥺🥺

OH THEY WERE CRINGING AT THEMSELVES-

okay okay okay just talking about concerts and stages iM F UCKING SCARED

SUA OH MY F UCKING GOD ARE YOU SERIOUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

IS SHE A F UCKING STATUE WHAT IS SHE-

shes singing and dancing to that kai song i think

DAMIDAMIDAMI IS A CHEF WITH A ZICO SONG??????????

R A T A T O U I L L E

CINDERELLA GAHYEON SINGING IU

PRINCESS GAHYEON PRINCESS OF MY HEART IKTR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YOOHYEON IS SAEBYEOK FROM SQUID GAME????????? SINGING ON THE GROUND??????????

okay yoohyeon you dont need to do your lip bite whatever bro i might d*e ://///////////////

BLACK SWAN VAMPIRE JIU?????????? SOLO BY JENNIE?????????

HANDONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SEXY CAT WOMAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DANCING TO SNAPPING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

LEE SIYEON SINGING TO SUNMI AND SHES AN ANGEL??????????????????

THOSE BIG ASS WINGS

THEY ARE NOT GONNA SING ALLDAYLONG LIKE THIS BRO STOP-

remy 8th member love that for him

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SAHARA

I LIKE THEIR OUTFITS GIVING COUNTRY

gahyeon......................................

serving country outfits for deja vu okayokay

linguin

i cant look at these comments i refuse

RED SUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

are they just gonna wear these outfits for the rest of the concert lmao

(concert at 3 and then a backyard barn hoedown throwdown at 5)

siyeon dont........................

black or white my beloved 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

piriiiiiiiiiiiiiii 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

i love the live band sheeeeeeeeesh

DAMN i didnt get the signed merch

YOU AND I!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE MAGIC STICK HAS RETURNED

C H A S E M E!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OOP PRACTICE BEHIND THE SCENES TIME

YESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYES TENSIONTENSIONTENSIONTENSIONTENSIONTENSIONTENSIONTENSIONTENSION

handong getting a piggyback ride from sua 🥺

i love listening to them talk 😔

AIRPLANE LALALALALALA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

oh to give dami a piggyback ride 🥺🥺🥺

the vibes and energy during the encore of their concerts is EVERYTHING 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

GOD I LOVE THEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#i cant sleep 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰#i finally have serotonin 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰#dreamcatcher #han.txt #han's milestones

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foxes-evermore · 7 years ago

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I JUST REALIZED THIS SAID RENEE ADN THEA NOT KATELYM DKDKDKKDDK

okay buT renee/thea hcs and how much of a power couple are they????

aasklksj this has been in my inbox for so long that you’ve since changed your url,,, i was like “Wait i thought Kavi sent tha- oH”fffkjflkjlfkj forgive me, my love,, pls,,,,

ahhhhhhhh yeah the girls are like,,, wow , they’re queens,, GoddeSSES,,, im gay,,,

Katelyn tries out as a cheerleader for Thea’s pro team after graduating and accidentally gets accepted and then has to awkwardly turn them down because she’s gonna start med school

Thea buys her the uniform though :’^) bc she likes how her gf looks in her team colors

try getting Katelyn out of bed before 2pm on a weekend lmao i dare u,,, Thea tried once and almost lost an eyeball

I think I might have said this before but ,, Thea is scared of the dark… listen,,, she’s fine with spiders and heights and just about everything else, but she literally shakes if she’s gotta be alone in the dark, so whenever Katelyn visits her apartment she brings a pack of those glow in the dark star wall stickers, or a new string of fairy lights to hang up, or a new cute little plug in night light,,,,she makes sure there’s always light in the dark for her strong gf for the times when she’s not there to hold her hand

nobody really knows theyre dating because they’ve got their own lives going on and whatnot and only get to actually see each other between seasons or on breaks, but Thea likes reminding Katelyn that she’s hers, so she gets her gifts all the time, but not like flowers and stuff…. no… just, every now and then Katelyn shows up to school in a sleek new car and everyone is like ?????, or she’ll go to a dinner party with some friends and this girl who comes to classes in sweats and tanktops will be decked out in these fucking expensive dresses and diamond earrings,,,, but her friends always see her digging for change to get coffees and whatnot so??? where is she getting this stuff if shes broke??? whos her sugar daddy??

spoiler: it’s Thea :’^)

Katelyn: *staring at Thea*Thea: what????Katelyn: im so gay

Katelyn has a little cactus in her dorm named Asmodeus whom she calls “Modi” for short, and Thea knows that her gf is shit at remembering to take care of him gets busy, so every few weeks she’ll be like “how’s our son doing?” and it’s a reminder for Katelyn to water him so he doesn’t die,, in turn Katelyn sends pics of herself with Modi to Thea and Thea hangs them on the fridge

Katelyn sitting on Thea’s lap and Thea holding her gf by the waist and kissing her, im so gay

Thea calling Katelyn her “little fox” while she’s at palmetto and then continuing to do it after she graduates

Katelyn calling Thea her “siren” and covering her ears every time Thea sings along to the radio and going “you won’t get me, beautiful sea witch!” and Thea smiles and rolls her eyes

Katelyn wears heels so she can be closer to Thea’s height but then Thea purposely wears heels too just to be a brat and Katelyn is like sTOP

this isn’t ship related but pls think about Thea in like thigh high heeled black boots wOW,,,, Katelyn and I are both in love with her sljfslkjflkdjf

#kavi pls #ask me agaim fkfmfmf ask me for the renee and thea and i ll do i rigjt this time pls oh my god #im a mess #tflflfkfkfkkf #f uck

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would you be willing to write some more tony stark with peter parker and their father-son relationship? because i think it's so precious and i loved your story with peter getting drunk! maybe you could write something with peter being really, really sad and crying and desperately needing a hug and feeling like nobody cares about him and someow he finds his way over to tony. and before tony can even ask what's wrong peter just breaks down crying, so tony comforts him and hugs him maybe?

“Fuck.”

Everything was blurry. He felt wobbly on his legs; a little bit like he’d been concussed, except he knew there would be pain if he had. Physical pain, anyway. Or blood.

From behind him, people were laughing. It was loud and grated against his ears. He wanted to tell them to shut up; to scream at them, or hit them, but he knew he couldn’t. He was too strong. One punch might kill them, for all he knew.

He couldn’t do a damn thing.

“Fucking…fuck,”

More laughs. Someone shoved him in the shoulder, and he would’ve ducked out of the way, but it would’ve looked too fast to be normal, so he let them.

“Awwww, guys, look at him, he’s going to cry!” Someone called out, and Peter looked down to the floor immediately, desperately fighting back the hotness behind his eyes. Fuck fuck fuck fuck- he wasn’t supposed to cry, he was bigger than that, he was a superhero for Christ’s sake, he could take a little teasing-

“Oh my God, look at him! He’s actually fucking crying!”

He wanted Ned. Or MJ. Where the hell were they- it was their spot in the school cafeteria, they were supposed to be here, he needed them to be here right now, everyone else was stood around him, crowding him, crushing him, he couldn’t breathe- he wanted at least one person on his side, Jesus-

“Aww, Peter,” came a soft voice to his right, so pretty and nice and exactly what Peter had loved listening to for such a long time now, “you really think I would actually have said yes? For like…serious?”

Someone shoved his shoulder again, harder this time, and Peter gritted his teeth, getting to his feet. He’d had enough of this, he needed to find…something, a toilet maybe, or an empty classroom-

Hands grabbed on to his jacket and shoved him back on to the seat again, and Peter physically fought back the urge to grab their wrist and force them off. He’d hurt them. He’d hurt them he’d hurt them he’d hurt them, he was too strong, he’d hurt them-

“You’re honestly one of the most pathetic things I’ve ever seen, Jesus, Parker,” someone else, a boy this time, leaned down and ruffled a rough hand through his hair. Everyone laughed again.

He was done.

Getting to his feet, he ignored the people who tried to push him back down again. Strength be fucking damned, he wasn’t going to spend another second in their company. He pushed at the nearest person he could reach, and then watched as they were yanked out of place and sent hurtling across the room, falling on to their back and rolling all the way across the cafeteria.

There was dead, stagnant silence.

Peter stared, horror-stricken. Oh…fucking Christ, what if he’d hurt him-

“What the shit?” The boy called out angrily, getting back to his feet and staring across the room with a look that could’ve curdled milk.

Right. Not that injured, then.

“What the fuck is your problem, Parker?” The boy snarled, beginning to step forward, and there was a crowd gathering now, obviously preparing for some sort of fight, and where the hell were all the teachers, shouldn’t they sort this shit out-

“FIGHT!” Someone called, breaking the silence, and then suddenly they were all yelling; chants and sneers, egging the other boy on as he took another step, vicious grin on his face.

Peter had to stop this. Immediately.

Turning on his heel, he did the only thing he could think of.

He ran.

He ran and ran until he reached the main entrance, and then he kept running until the school was just a distant building amongst the many in Queens.

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He’d ended up sat on the curb of some street on the outskirts of Brooklyn.

He wasn’t too sure how long he’d been running for. Enough to get him pretty far, at least.

Everything hurt.

He hadn’t even been roughed up that much. But he felt tired; his bones just ached. It seemed as if there was a drum in his head.

His eyes stung, as they had been for about a non-stop hour now.

God, he’d been an idiot. He should have fucking seen it.

There was a hot trail down his cheek as a tear slipped from the corner of his eye, and he desperately fought to hold it back. He wasn’t going to cry. He wasn’t. He was a superhero. He was better than that. He wasn’t going to cry.

He just wanted someone to talk to.

But MJ and Ned would be in class. Aunt May was at work. Peter didn’t have any other friends.That was it.

Well. There was Tony. But what were the chances that Tony Stark would want to waste time on him? God, the other kids were right- he really wasn’t worth anyone’s time, least of all fucking Iron Man, who the hell did he think he was?

He looked at the contact for a long time, debating whether or not to hit dial.

He knew he shouldn’t. He knew it was stupid. Pathetic.

The tone beeped seven times before there was a sharp “Peter, I’m in the middle of a very important meeting- unless the world is falling apart, can it wait a few hours?”

See? Fucking idiot. Tony had a job too, what the fuck was Peter doing, so desperate for some fucking pity that he was happy to just interrupt Tony in the middle of a board meeting-

“Oh God…I’m so sorry. I… sorry. I didn’t- I’m…sorry,” Peter whispered, shutting his eyes and ending the call before Tony could finish the word that had half-formed through the speaker.

“Fuck,” he breathed out, long and deep, trying to steady himself as he put his head in his hands. The world was starting to spin again, he felt sick to his core- how he was going to turn up to school tomorrow and face them all, he had no idea.

His phone rang again, but he ignored it. When it rang a second time, he put it on silent. It was probably just one of the kids, anyway.

He really was pathetic.

People passed him as he sat on the curb, but they were New Yorkers. They saw it all the time. No one stopped. Peter was kind of grateful. He didn’t exactly fancy being told to go back to school by some pissed off pensioner.

He watched the traffic pass. Everything felt a little surreal. This was the first time he’d ever bunked off school before.

He was probably going to get suspended.

He was so out of it, he barely even heard the noise of repulsors off to his right.

Of course, he was sort of objectively aware of it- with his senses, it was impossible not to be- but once he’d registered it wasn’t a threat, it stopped mattering.

There was the sound of expensive shoes on pavement again, and then someone slid down next to him, expensive suit rubbing up against the grime of the New York streets. Hands rose up and curled around his knees, and Peter saw the sleek black bracelet that circled around his left wrist, tiny little flashes and numbers popping constantly on the small screen.

“So. Rough day?” Tony asked him, head turned and looking down at Peter.

Peter had all but a second of silence, before opening his mouth and bursting into tears.

“Oh, Christ,” Tony muttered, immediately pulling him in by the waist and guiding his head into Tony’s shoulder, right hand wrapping around Peter’s front as he held tight and let Peter cry against the incredibly expensive material of his Tom Ford suit.

“Shit.. I’m sorry, I- I’m fine, you got a, a m-meeting, I’m f-”

“Peter, shut your face,” Tony interrupted gently, squeezing a little tighter and letting his head drop against the top of Peter’s hair.

It felt nice. Different to Aunt May hugs- Tony was bigger, and his grip was stronger, more grounding than comforting. It was exactly what Peter needed.

“Tony, I didn’t- I didn’t mean to interrupt- you… y-y-you’ve got a meeting-”

“Fuck the board meeting,” Tony waved a hand, and Peter could guess the sort of face he was pulling, “they’re boring. I feel like my services are needed more over here, anyway- all I was doing was nodding off back there.”

Peter sniffed, wiping shaking fingers over his eyes. He should let go; pull away, stop fucking crying. Jesus, he was so-

“Okay, first thing’s first, I want you to stop thinking whatever you’re thinking. I don’t care what it is. Just stop it,” Tony declared, slashing a hand through the air firmly and holding Peter that little bit tighter with the one still curled across his back.

Peter tried. But he couldn’t let it go. He probably fucking deserved this anyway.

Tony sighed, like he could physically read Peter’s mind. “Okay then. So if you’re not going to stop, are you at least going to tell me what happened?”

Peter didn’t say anything; he just clutched tightly to the lapels of Tony’s shirt and desperately tried to quell the apparently never-ending stream of tears, shaking his head quietly as he did so.

“Trouble at home? Uh. Fallout with friends?” Tony tried, clearly unsure of how best to tread.

Peter shook his head, trying to open his mouth and form a sentence whilst Tony just stroked his back, hand running along Peter’s jacket in a soothing motion, until fingers caught on the rip just above his shoulder-blade from where one of the kids had yanked it. He froze, and then dug underneath just a little, pulling it upward and having a look.

Peter winced at the motion- there was a bruise just beginning to form there from where he’d been grabbed, and it stung.

Tony’s eyes widened, and he let go. “Peter, has someone been hurting you?”

“No,” Peter said immediately, but Tony had turned around fully, grabbing him gently by the shoulders and facing him, serious and concerned.

“Peter, has someone been hurting you-”

“It was just one stupid day,” Peter cut in, looking down at the floor and pushing the tears that were springing to his eyes off his cheeks hurriedly. “Fuck, sorry, I’m not… I’m not this upset, Jesus, really, I don’t know why I’m… please don’t think I’m weak or anything, because I- I’m not, okay, I just-”

He broke off, unable to finish as his voice broke pathetically and a fresh wave of tears fell down his face.

Great. Great fucking way to assure people you’re fine.

Tony looked like someone had just run over a puppy in front of him. There was a look of horror etched into his face as he looked down at Peter, and Peter could only imagine all the stuff he must be thinking right now. Probably everything along the lines that the other kids had been saying about him, because it was true, he was pathetic, he was just a coward who couldn’t even stand up and fight for himself when someone pushed him-

“Oh, Peter,” Tony said quietly, pulling him back in again, holding so tight against his chest that it would probably have hurt a normal person, “believe me, kid, I will never, ever think you’re weak. I’ve seen you in action. I’ve seen you lift buildings up and hide people behind your body to keep them safe- that will never be the actions of someone who’s weak, okay? Ever.”

Peter screwed his eyes shut, burying his head a little further into Tony’s jacket as his shoulders heaved. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m-”

“Stop apologising, please, God, you’re gonna give me a heart attack, kid,” Tony interrupted, and Peter felt him suck in a shaky breath before pulling away again, taking Peter’s forearms and then tugging lightly. “I say we blow this Popsicle stand and head somewhere a little less…conspicuous. What do you think?”

Peter just nodded, hands still clutching weakly to Tony’s expensive shirt. There were little patches on the grey jacket from where he’d cried.God, that was mortifying.

“Right. Up we go,” Tony declared, jumping to his feet and pulling Peter with him. He walked forward, Peter trailing behind, until Tony ducked into an alley and then stepped into the suit that was parked just around the corner.

“You wanna go flying?” Tony asked, grinning widely as he opened his arms.

Peter gave him a watery smile and nodded a little.

“Hold on tight, then,” Tony said, stepping forward and grabbing him around the waist before lifting off with a whoop.

“Okay, before we begin- ice cream?” Tony asked, pushing open the door of whichever of his houses they’d ended up in and stepping through the threshold.

Peter debated for a moment, before a quiet “that’d be nice, yeah.”

Tony blew out a breath as he heard Peter’s voice; still too wavery to be considered normal. He was frowning, but that had been pretty much nonstop since arriving, so Peter didn’t think much of it. “Right. Good. See, I don’t even live here properly, but I always make sure I keep icecream in the freezers. Just in case. Lucky, huh?”

Peter stood awkwardly at the door whilst Tony bounded off in search of food. He felt…well, stupid, really. Today had just been horrible, and his stomach was roiling with a hundred different emotions- he wasn’t even sure he’d be able to keep the icecream down at all.

“Peter?” Tony’s voice called from down the hall, and Peter watched as the man’s head poked out from around the corner, looking at him curiously. “You gonna come in, buddy? There’s a sofa and like, 7000 different movies in here, which I feel like you’d appreciate.”

“I… I really should get back to school, Tony,” Peter said, suddenly imagining all the punishments he would probably get from bunking off; suspension, exclusion, detention for the rest of his life, a screaming Aunt May-

Tony looked at him for a long time. “Do you want to go back?” He asked, cocking his head.

Peter pulled a face. “It’s not about what I want to do. I have to go back. I’ll get into trouble if I-”

“Kid, you’re already in trouble. You already left. Whether you go back now or tomorrow morning, the punishment will still be the same,” Tony said, pulling himself around the corner properly in order to lean against the wall. “Now, I am not condoning skipping school here- but I would really rather you didn’t go back there until I can get this all sorted out. I already got JARVIS to alert both the school and May that you’re okay, so there will be no search parties out for you, don’t worry.”

Peter paused, and Tony continued to look at him, that little frown still fixed on his face, eyes flicking back to the tear across Peter’s shoulder every now and again. “I… are you really sure I’m not holding you up-”

“Absolutely not, my day is entirely free. I had one meeting, but it really wasn’t as important as I made it out to be over the phone, just your usual stocks stuff, very boring,” Tony waved him off, pushing off the wall and then chucking a tub of what had to be icecream down the corridor. Peter caught it on instinct, checking the label quickly as he did so.

Mint chocolate. His favourite.

“Kid,” Tony said, walking forward and then putting a hand on Peter’s shoulder, “please tell me what happened. You don’t have to, if you really don’t want to, but I might be able to help,” he pulled a little face, and winced, “I’m not what one would call a ‘responsible adult figure’ or whatever- but if I were, you’d probably be back in school by now, so I guess that’s a good thing. I just… dislike seeing you like this, that’s all. Makes me uncomfortable.”

He was looking at Peter with that stupid pained expression on his face again, and his hand was a grounding weight against Peter’s shoulder.

“I just… kids, right?” Peter said, with a fake smile, “they suck sometimes. All the time. Whatever. It’s-”

“-don’t say fine, Peter, if they’re hurting you, it’s not ‘fine’-”

“they didn’t hurt me, look, I’m fine, I’ve faced off goddamn aliens, okay, I can deal with some shoving-”

“That’s not the kind of hurt I meant,” Tony said, his voice quiet, serious. His eyes were boring into Peter’s, brow furrowed deeply as he observed the tear-tracks and miserable expression.

Peter sighed, letting his head hang in shame. “I…It was nothing. I had this crush, that’s all. On a girl. For a few months, now. She hung out with all the popular kids, but… I don’t know, she smiled at me. Seemed nice.”

He stepped, laughing and shaking his head self-deprecatingly. “Damn, was I far off-bat with that one.”

Tony said nothing, but he took Peter’s arm and pulled him forward, moving them both down the corridor and into the living room. Taking the ice-cream from Peter’s hands, he opened the lid and pulled a spoon from his jacket pocket, handing it over.

Once they were both settled comfortably on the warm leather couch, Tony waved a hand. “Continue,” he said through a mouthful of icecream.

Peter licked his lips, turning away from Tony again. He could feel the heat behind his eyes- he didn’t want Tony to see him cry.

A hand pressed against his back, thumb rubbing softly between his shoulderblades. “You know, I’m pretty sure over the course of the last six months, I’ve cried way more than you. You really don’t need to be ashamed, kid. I’ve heard it’s healthy.”

Peter sucked in a jagged breath, and nodded his head grimly. “Tony- she asked me on a date, last night, Over text. Wanted to go see a movie with me on Saturday.”

He hid his face in his hands. “I… you know me. When I’m excited, I tend to… i talk a lot. Ramble and stuff. It’s stupid. Embarrassing. But…yeah.”

“What happened today, then?” Tony prompted, eyes soft as he offered the tub over to Peter again.

Peter shrugged, face hard. “Turns out it was a joke. They wanted to see how I’d react, ‘cuz they knew I… they knew I liked her. She showed everyone the texts.”

Tony’s hand stopped moving for a brief moment,. “Peter… what was in these texts, exactly-”

“Nothing bad!” Peter said hurriedly, cheeks flushing in embarrassment, “nothing bad, just… me acting like an idiot, I guess. They thought it was hilarious. They told me as much today at lunch break. All 13 of her friends, and anyone else who happened to be around.”

Tony nodded, lips pursed in a hard line as he looked out of the window. His hand was clutching Peter’s shoulder very, very tightly. “Right. I see.”

Peter sighed, tucking his knees up into his chest and wishing he could just take the last week back. “Public humiliation, yup. They kept…shoving me, and I couldn’t stand up. They wouldn’t let me out, and I didn’t want to hurt them, so I just…”

“You just took it,” Tony finished, closing his eyes and making yet another pained expression, “Jesus, Peter.”

Peter felt his face crumble a little further, tears slipping down his face once more, dripping off his chin and on to the couch in little splats.

Tony shuffled closer again, muttering some truly foul curse words as he pulled Peter in, one hand sweeping the tears off his cheek while the other curled across his shoulders and held on tight.

“How am I gonna go back there now?” Peter whispered, “how am I gonna face them all? They’re horrible on a good day, but after this? I… I can’t.”

Peter felt Tony rocking them both gently back and forth, and he wanted to tell him to stop, that he wasn’t a child, he didn’t need to be coddled, but he couldn’t find the strength in him to lie about it. He just wanted someone to tell him it was going to be okay.

“Listen, Peter- I am shitty at this,” Tony began with, voice muffled by Peter’s hair, “I don’t know what to say to make this better, because to be honest, nothing really can. Unless you want me to build you a time machine- which, by the way, I’d be totally up for- we can’t just magic this away. School sucks. Kids suck. And that is, unfortunately, a fact of life. But…” Tony shrugged, fingers fiddling with Peter’s collar as he thought through his words, “there’s more good things in life than bad. I think. And you, Peter Parker, are one of the best things this place has to offer. No word of lie. And you just need to be able to hold on to that, I guess. Even when everything else is shitty, you need to step away, look at everything around you, and then think ‘yeah. I really am so much better than all this crap. I’m goddamn spiderman. What do any of you losers have to offer?” Tony said with a grin.

Peter was silent, and so Tony added “but I give you permission to take a swing at them if they cross the line, though. You know I can actually do that? I have authority, surprisingly. So if you ever do get sued for punching a Nazi or whatever, I can say that I, Ironman, condoned your behaviour, and you stand a way better chance of getting off. It’s kinda crazy.”

Peter let out a burst of laughter at that, and he felt Tony smile in response. “Ah, yes, Good- laughter. I like laughter, lets keep that up, huh?”

Peter smiled, a little watery around the edges, but Tony seemed to accept it, because he patted him on the cheek and then grabbed the icecream back. “Oh, and I’ll sort out the kids, don’t worry. They won’t bother you again.”

Peter raised his eyebrows. “You’re not going to kill them, are you?”

Tony shrugged, knocking the spoon against his nose. “I make no promises. Now- there are like, a billion different movies here that I’ve never seen in my life, and a ton of time to kill. Seeing as you’re apparently a rebellious little teen now, you don’t have anywhere to be either. You wanna eat icecream and watch movies? I’m pretty sure I can get Aunt May to let you stay over, if you can’t be bothered leaving.”

Peter wanted to protest; despite what Tony had said, considering the near-constant vibrating his phone was doing, it seemed as if Peter had caught him on a busy day.

But Tony’s shoes were already off, and tucked up underneath Peter’s legs as he grabbed for the remote, so Peter guessed he wasn’t planning on moving any time soon.

Wiping any stray tears off his face, he leaned back and stretched his legs across Tony’s so they were both tangled in the middle of the couch. For the first time all day, the weight felt a little bit less heavy on Peter’s heart.

“Up, up, Peter, fuck, I’m terrible- we have like, 20 minutes to get you to school, come on, come on, let’s get moving!”

Peter jerked awake, unsticking his cheek from the leather couch and glaring sleepily at Tony, who was stood over him, a pile of clothes in one hand and a toothbrush in the other. “They’re my size, so they might be a little big on you, but they should be okay. You better hurry your ass up, Parker, I don’t want to get yelled at by your Aunt.”

“Ugh,” Peter groaned, wincing as Tony let the clothes drop on his face. “Can’t I just take another day off? It’s Friday. No one does anything on Friday- it’s practically weekend-”

“Nuh uh,” Tony said, from somewhere over to his left, “that would be considered irresponsible adulting, and I’m supposed to set an example to you kids. You’ve got five minutes. Get dressed.”

Peter felt his heart sink at the thought of going back, and he bit back a sigh. He knew he had to, of course. It was just…gonna suck. A lot.

“Hey, kid,” Tony clicked his fingers, and Peter zoned back in, looking at Tony as the other man stood over him. “Hm- sorry, what did you say?” Peter asked.

Tony rolled his eyes, but the hand that ruffled his hair was gentle. “It’s gonna be fine, okay- I promise. You’re gonna enjoy yourself, trust me. Just get ready quickly. Open your mouth.”

Peter frowned, halfway to asking “wha-” before Tony shoved a slice of toast in his mouth and then scurried off again, grabbing his jacket as he went. “BREAKFAST MAKES FOR A HEALTHY START TO YOUR DAY!” He called out, whilst Peter just sat there, toast in mouth and clothes in hand.

“Tony, do I really have to-”

“Yes,” Tony said, shooting him a look from the driver’s seat as they pulled into the school’s driveway. “I’m sorry, kid, but I can’t just let you bunk. It’s seriously gonna be fine, I promise, just look-”

“It’s not gonna be fine, as soon as I get through the doors they’re gonna be there, I just know it, please, can’t I just-”

“Peter, seriously, look-”

“-Not go, just for today. Seriously, it’s one day and I’m a genius anyway, it won’t exactly matter-”

“Peter,” Tony flicked his temple, momentarily surprising him into keeping quiet, “look.”

He turned his head to where Tony was pointing, and then frowned in confusion when he noticed, in the distance, a line of kids, all stood meekly by the roadside. They were shuffling self-consciously as everyone turned to look, but didn’t move. They seemed to be waiting-

“That’s them,” Peter said, eyes widening in apprehension. “Tony, that’s them, they’re waiting for me, oh, fuck-”

“Damn right they are,” Tony muttered, before fiddling with the dashboard and grinning. “Hey, I think we should ride with the top down for a bit, give everyone a show.”

Peter’s eyes narrowed. “Tony, what are you planning?”

“You trust me?” Tony asked, letting an arm rest across the open window, a picture of calm and coolness. This was, without doubt, Tony Stark- from the expensive Ferrari they’d shown up in, right down to the red tinted shades and perfectly trimmed goatee.

Peter got the feeling he had an idea what the man was planning.

He grinned. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

Tony laughed, and they drove down the drive, Tony’s bright red car catching everyone’s attention as they went. People started talking excitedly- because why the hell was Tony Stark at their school… and was he with Peter Parker? What the fuck?

When Tony drew nearer to the line of Peter’s bullies, he couldn’t help but let his heart flutter nervously in his chest.

“Watch this,” was all Tony said, patting him on the shoulder before pulling up, right next to them.

“Okay, ladies and gentlemen, how do you wanna do this?” Tony called out, beeping his horn and making them all jump nervously. “How about I just drive real slow, and you tell Peter what you wanna say, huh?”

The kids looked utterly mortified, but nodded jerkily all the same. Peter shot Tony a quick look, but he was staring straight out of the window as his head nodded absently to the beat on the radio.

The first kid was a boy; grim-faced and bright red as he muttered a tiny “sorry, Parker,” once Tony had rolled the car up beside him.

“I… sorry honey, old age, affecting my hearing. You’re gonna have to speak up,” Tony called out, putting a finger up to his ear and then making a face. “Also, you’re talking to him, not me.”

“S-sorry, Parker,” the boy said, louder this time, before quickly turning and walking off, shoving the crowd who had gathered out of the way.

Next up was the boy who Peter had shoved. Peter locked eyes with him, but the boy just averted his gaze, looking down to his shoes. “…Sorry, Parker,” he mumbled, jaw clenched.

Peter looked down the line of 11 more kids, eyes wide and face utterly disbelieving as one by one, each of them apologised, every one of them pushing past the laughing crowd with faces like thunder, mortification obvious on their cheeks.

“Oh look, and last but not least, it’s you, sweetie,” Tony said, voice dripping with sarcasm as he smiled up at the girl Peter had been crushing on for weeks.

She had her hands tightly behind her back, and her eyes were flickering everywhere except Peter and Tony. Peter really didn’t know if a face could get any redder.

He was honestly having the time of his life, at that moment. He wasn’t sure what could possibly get better.

“So, what do you have to ask, properly this time, to Peter over here?” Tony said, flicking a thumb over in Peter’s direction and smiling again.

She looked at him, taking a breath. “Will y-you…will you go to the movies with me?” She whispered quietly, head sinking into her shoulders as the kids around them all started chuckling.

Peter stared, eyes, if even humanly possible, going wider. “What?”

There was silence, and then Tony honked the horn again, making her jump nervously. “Come on, kiddo, we don’t have all day. He didn’t hear you, so say it again.”

“Willyougotothemovieswithme,” the girl stammered, words falling over themselves in her haste to get it over with.

Peter stopped. Jerked back a little. And then laughed, loudly. “I’d rather fall backwards into an open sewer, to be honest.”

Around them, everyone burst out laughing. A few clapped. The girl looked completely horrified, and quickly turned tail, running through the audience as they laughed.

Peter watched her go, feeling somewhat as if he was in a dream, before turning back to Tony. “Okay, how the hell did you make them do that? How… how?” He asked incredulously, whilst Tony laughed.

“Simple. Just hacked the CCTV at school, found out which ones they were, and then got their parents’ phone numbers from the school databanks. After Ironman reamed out their mommies and daddies, I asked to speak to the kids themselves. When you get yelled at by a superhero, you tend to do whatever they say. Also I threatened to put a virus in all of their phones from now until forever, which is compelling. Especially when youre a popular teenager who requires social media in order to establish hierarchies.” Tony shrugged again, fingers tapping against the steering wheel as he looked solemnly at Peter. “They won’t ever bother you again. I swear. They’re too pussy to try anything.”

Peter gaped; huffing out a breath in a mix of shock and immense, terrific gratitude. “Oh, God. Thank you, Tony. Thank you so much.”

Tony looked down at him, a small smile on his face as he opened his mouth to speak. But before he could start, however, the radio suddenly crackled off, and Tony’s face fell a little as he shut his eyes. “Oh, crap-”

“Tony Stark, you are a dead, dead man,” came the furious tone of Pepper Potts through the audio system. “Are you kidding me? I had to get JARVIS to hack into your god damn radio, because you refuse to answer your phone for 24 hours! 7 MEETINGS, TONY! 7 meetings and a Gala you were not only supposed to attend, but open! and give a speech for! I have been putting out fires ever since your goddamn ass walked out in the middle of our INCREDIBLY IMPORTANT STOCKS M-”

“Oookay, kid, time to go, out out out,” Tony interrupted, dialling the volume down until it was nearly entirely silent and then leaning over, opening the door for Peter. He kept his hands by his sides, but Tony muttered “yeah, okay, this one’s a hug,” over his shoulder, and Peter wasted no time in grabbing him and holding on for a moment.

“Thank you,” he whispered, as Tony pulled away and looked anxiously at the speaker system where Pepper’s muffled voice was yelling at him from. “I’m sorry you missed all your meetings. I didn’t mean-”

“They weren’t important,” Tony said, and then winced when Pepper’s voice rose a few decibels in order to argue that statement. “Okay, well maybe they were a little important. But I’m a Priorities Guy. I knew the wonderful and amazing Pepper Potts would cover my ass. It’s all good,” Tony said, speaking the last part into the speakers and then giving Peter’s shoulder a shove. “You seriously have to go, Peter, or you’re gonna be late. And I’m sure a lot of people are going to want to be talking to you about what just happened. After all,” Tony gestured to himself, revving the engine a little and grinning, “you just got dropped off to school by Tony Stark. I’m guessing that’s big news.”

Peter stepped out of the car, and with a look of mild disgust on his face, Tony turned up the volume up again, beginning to start his apologies to the furious woman down the line.

“Have I ever told you what a wonderful colour your eyes are?” Was the last thing Peter heard him say, before he drove away down the road.

As soon as Tony had left, it was like a chain reaction. He suddenly found himself surrounded by excited kids, all asking him why, where, how, who, when-

He spotted Ned, just beginning to walk up the stairs, star wars backpack resting high on his back as he climbed.

Peter grinned, and pushed through the crowd.

#so apparently this is a thing I'm doing now #peter parker #tony stark #avengers #marvel #itsallavengers writes

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{--Everybody in this stream was fucking HIGH.--}

He's either also cold or he's going through withdrawals, one of the two.

No he's having a seizure

STOP BOUNCING DEAK

All those burnt corpses look like bacon to me

Crispy dragon-charred bacon

Human jerky

I’d love some jerky rn

Id push you

BACKFLIP BACK FLIP

you're a COWARD. GO TO THE TOP

EMBRACE THE JUMP

EAGLE JUMP

jfc

theres a hay pile at the bottom waiting to catch you. youll be fine

because physics works for you in this game

t his isn't assasin's c r e ed

yes it is. right?

Wrong game

that's what we're watching?

theres is clearly hay

i see parkor

hay and parkour= ass creed

exact

HRDCORE PARKOR

lavi looks like a hobbit ngl. i mean deak

hes gonna steal the ring from gollum

can u see the eye of mordor

hes carrying it

it is

jump. you'll live

Holy shit I survived

TOLD U

the eye of mordor is mobile now

it was great

7/10

TOLD U UR IL CHILD BEARING BONES WOULD CATCH YOU - THEYRE SPRINGY AND RESILIENT

U did it

congrdeurtions

am i having a stroke

Ashdjsjdk

idk - were all varying seconds behind of each other. so mavbe

Who keeps a deer pelt with bread smh

makes sense

That’s why they all sick in Skyrim

the deer pelt is surprisingly sterile

can't have the babes

its the most sterile thing in thie fucking game

you're right

i cant believe deak is aa hobbit

idk if its gonna keep your bread all spongy tho

just wrap it tight. it'll be fine

I mean it was stale so probably not

and your breads gonna tste kinda funny

tHTAT'S PRETTY

SKYRIM IS PRETTY

Noice

AESHTETIC

I CAN TYPE I SWEAR

straight up

r U havin' a stroke?

mE VISION KEEPS BLURRING

I wanna go somepe similar to skyrim, take up residency in n bandoned castle. spruce it up

go to europe

and then pretend im a ghost haunting it when visitor come

they have random "castles"

tHAT SKY THO

SCREEN SHOTS. NICE. GOOD CHOICE

I dont want [castles] I want C A S T L E S

we all have dreams

sweet dreams are made of thiiissss

My dream is to be able to spell astetic

who am i to disagree

you men bees

Asthmatic

mean*

travel the world and the seven seas

Jesus Christ

aesthetic?

Yes that one!

antsthetic

I wanna lick the sugar candy in the sky

Aesthetic !!

antstetic?antstatic?ant static

aunt stacy

A e s t h e t I c

that sounds like something Ant-Man would say

sunnylantern gets it = w=

DUN DUN DUN DUN DUND UN DUN DUN ANT MAAAAANNN H A

Why is that corpse thiccer then I am

duran duran hungry like the wolf

wait, I missed the corpse

we have to go back for the corpse

go back for the corpse, tho

leave NO man behind

you mean jeky

jerky*

no it's jeky

okay, I thought I saw a shadow back there and it looked like a werewolf

we do not waste jerky

Bacon

Mmmmm Bacon....

bc u cannibals wanna eat them

it might have been

don't waste good meat

jfc

Meat is meat

meat is meat. yes

they dead they don't care

exactly

bacon is delicious as hell

MEAT MEAT MEAT

HEATHENS

sos jerky

ALL OF U

U'R A HEATHEN 2 DON'T PLAY COY

scuse you - were pagan

i'm an angel

sounds fake

idk what ur talking about

wOW

it does sound fake

Im pure so I mean

We're all heathens

sounds fake

we're all heathens yes

all my friends are heathens

take it slow

(twenty one pilots voice) all my friends are heathens-GDI

TOO SLOW.

TAKE IT SLOW

LMAO

wait for them to ask u who u kno

please don't make

i forgot the damn lyrics

any sudden moves

AAYY

pfffbbbbt

u don't know the half of the abuse

Y’all remember all that smh

hell yeah man

it catchy

Can’t even remember my middle name

s AM E

same

adopt a child. it's time

tbh - replace remembering our names with more important infrmation, like musical lyrics...people use those alot

my middle name is simple as heck. it's only 3 letters

adopting children usually doesn't go well; just look at doug

dic

Hige. No.

ann

but

Mine is four and yet :->

dick:smiley:

mine is 5 letters

NO. Dicks.

mINE IS FOUR

yep, that's my middle name. u caught me

mines four too

Ahsjdjdjd

Maybe we all have the same middle name

i'm Liz Dick now

LMAO

Liz dick taylor

'cause we all have the same middle name

has a nice flow

it does doesn't it?

not me

i'm proud of my name

mine is 3 letters

naw. it's Dick now

its four now

Nope, it three

FINE. Dic

ass

U CAN BE THE HALF SSED DIC

there u go

Hjssjjs

oh yeaaaa

sounds like that's yours, isa

OOOHHH

wow

DANG

: )

SNAP

isa ass

isass

has a ring

ees ass

isa sass

Eat a ss

thees assthesis

isa's ass

prometheous

you're all terrible

w he e z e s

WHERE DO U GET THAT. FROM ISA ASS.

rhymes with thesis

prometheass

that name makes me uncomfortable

I want that as my new name

hahahahahah

Prod the a sa

i blame the movie and all the movies that's connected to that one. I get nightmares

don't worry i'll protect you

really tho, me middle name means darling in french so

aren't u special

i'm an angel

meanie

all of u can fight me

u'r an angle, isa

ur no angel, isa

My middle name is from my great grandmother

I was named aftar a slutty country singer. and a car

PHHHHTTTT

i was named after *no one*

a car and a country singer. fuck me

my middle name is Spanish

lucky

QUESO

i'm hispanic and my middle name ain't hispanic :confused:

UR MIDDLE NAME IS QUESO

THREE LETTERS, HIGE

KSO

3 LETTERS, HIGE

osHIT

I'm hispanic and all my names be hispanic

THAT HAPPENED

the kink cavern

the falling cavern

u and deak gonna kink it up in here

WHy

wait ....still children in this. nvm

because it's expected

Looks like stds grow there ngl

deak is a child. cover his eyes

WH A T. WHERE DID THAT GO TO. WHY IT COLLAPSE JUST NOW

See that’s the stds falling from the roof

you guys are behind me, my gosh. that happened like 10 seconds ago

too much sex in this ramshackle place

No one cleans that place

no one needs to. don't get paid enough for that shit

its the jizz....it gets between the cracks and degrades the foundation

between teh /cracks/

KEK

Can’t people f uck in the bed like normal humans

naw son. too vanilla, they get bored

omg

wow

Back in my day we used beds and called it woohoo

this is not SIMS

back in my day, we got in bed and wrestled

i'M CR YGIN

AGSHDJSJ that’s where all my sex ed comes from shdjsjd

Back in my day we fucked on the floor like REAL MEN

WHOA NOW. CALM URSELF

COVER THINE EYES, CHILDREN

Crying my lord

I'M TOO ACE FOR THIS

YOU BETTER BE PRAYIN TO UR LORD AND NOT CRYIN

back in my day, we walked 4 miles with ONE FUCKIN' SHOE

relatable

and we shared between 5 of us

Through the snow

ok but same

bc I ate the other shoe

gdi hige

hige thought it was jerky

I did

it was jerky

Must of burnt it

Anything chewy nd tough is jerky

ye bro. learn from hige

...skin?

def

n o

y e

skin is the jerkiest of all

And I’m the one that needs to pray

and the people are jerky, too 'cause they're jerks sometimes

Take the pot

smoke the pot

^^^^to both

I mean-cogh

dO NOT SMOKE THE POT. JFC HIGE

taste the pot

smell the pot

be the pot

BE the pot, yep

be the pot

It’s pn legal now

why are you HERE

smoke that khajiit drug thing

why did you come back to the kink dungeon

DO IT

we're all pots now

i'm a potu'r a pot

we're all pots

or drink it, i don't remember what it is

moonshine

Does the room smell like pot?

I put a pot on me head and nw im a pot head

. . .

IT'S ALL OGRE NOW

I...

y did u make me read that with my own 2 eyes

wait wrong reference

-leaves-

That’s a bad ref

i h8 isa

whe ez e s

Nasty

i'ms or ry

Talk about HEATHEN

go sit in the corner and think about what u've done

u'r no angel

they cant, the corners are mine. all of them

fuckin' share

u already knew this, liz

i did

I Still remember that video like tbwas uesterdyayb

lucifer was an angel too

Was

yesterday

T'was

luifer is still pretty hot I hear

Gdi

SHUT UP

-eye brow wiggle-

omg

hoNHON

EIFFEL TOWER

ur banned from my next stream, hige

BAGUETTE

NO TEW2 FOR YOU

EIFFEL TOWER

NO. PLS. ILL BE GOOD

BAGUETTE

The Eiffel Tower reminds me of something else but idk why

B A N N E D

ILL CALL YOU MASTER AND WEAR A SHOCK COLLAR AND EVERYTHING

goodbye hige

PLS

doug's got that eiffel tower dick. bye

-pBFT

that pill dick

Hm.

i'll see myself out

more like

Wait was there an anime with an Eiffel Tower :thinking:

there was a show with an eiffel tower. and a lady bug,and a cat, and moths

chaat noir

it was cray

Miraculous Ladybug

Nah thinking of something ten times as traumatizing

wow u guys got it

sCREAMS

y that

o 3 o

sCREAMS TOO

But it might of just been a Tower

I watch it every now and then

are u sacrificing deak to the old gods

and the new

the new season?

gotta go fast. gotta go fast

Are u making jerky

OH new gods

gOTTA GO FASTER FASTER FF -FF-F-F-F-F-FASTER

honey you've got a big storm comin'

SANIC X

I was singing that during one of my streams

u didnt stutter over the Faster part. it doesnt count

I did tho

i have to go make jerky

this music still makes me think of South Park Stick of Truth

pats gently

Sleep is for the weak

And i. Am v weak

whimps. sleep is for the dead

grnted. we are all very dead inside already so....

Guess y’all better get me a coffin then cause imma be sleep in an hour probs. Maybe two. Depends on how much my dog wants to piss me off tonight

SCREAMS THO I FINALLY GOT A FIRE STARTED AND IT CRASHED

LMAO

Rip fire

RIP KIT

no fire

It burned too bright

only suffering

tiger tiger burning bright

Face the dark and cold like a dragon

fuckin capitilism

U can do it kit. Build that fire

How do u skill up in camping ?

Desk looks short.

Deak*

no. hes desk now

he's always been desk

your kindling loks like dog turds

They do I know my dog turds

ive stepped in enough dog shit to know my turds

I’ve picked up enough dog crap to know mine

baaah

Except those look like old ones. All cold and dried out

why do u need the fire anyway

Warmth, light, happiness

DEAK WAS STRANGLING A RAT BEFORE IT CRASHED

Yuh oh

I HEARD ITS LIL ANGRY RAT SOUNDS

The rat crashed the game to live

Rat god

rat ruh raggy

Why kill a werewolf when u can date kne

This little meter shows wet and cold. Gotta keep em down.

thats bswe all know lavis always wet bc hes a horny rabbit

IAHSJSJSJS

I mean u know rabbits...

Wear a coat and u will be warm

gotta hump like theres no tomorrow

Sex keeps u warm..I think

Actually I don’t know:thinking:

id imagine to bodies that sit at 98 degrees F while doing nthing get pretty hot when pressed together and doing activities that raise your blod pressure

thats like a 400 degree sauna right there if my maths right. pretty toasty

....that makes me wanna never do anything cause Thats HOT

goodsex is bad - its how babies are made and we dont want none of that

Condoms are a thing

so are holes and accidents

Ajsjsjsj being gay means no babies

Why do u think Im here

W o w

bruh

They’re happy accidents

Tru, Hays where the other half of my sex ed comes in. One half is sims the other is p orn

they are good teachers. pornhub is good to us

Yeah on what not to do I found some kessed up stuff. That’s where I found that shrek video

Spongeknob squarenuts

I can honestly say I have seen worse. Anime p orn is another layer of hell

And then there were three

Wow what a cool dog

THE THREE AMIGOS. THE THREE MUSKETEERS. NOW WITH LESS BLACK SPOTS. or was that treasure island-squints-

That was treasure island

Wood looks so crunchy

I read moby dick, the three musketeers, treasure island, huckleberry fin, tom sawyer and a few others but. fuck me if I remember them in their entirety

I read that as “I read my dick” and I was very concerned

wood - the original forbidden fruit

DEAK GT TURBERCULOSIS

Is that a naked man

prbsi mean this is sex dungeon

My god. Worst kink

why two lil kids re crwling around it giving themselves aids is beyound me

This is the least sexy sex dungeon let’s be real here. No mood lighting, cold. No r and b music. Where’s the pizzazz

maybe they played music on the bones

Yeah cause that’s sexy//

it is if ur a skeleton fucker in the undertale fandom

Do NOT. I have nightmares about that fandom

I can no longer look at a naked anatomical skeleton in all casual and comfort anymore

Wow really just moved the money for that gold

Honestly seeing them with dicks that are blue and glowing is just. V bad. I have seen so many things. and every time I see an actual factual human skeleton now. its all I see

I’m glad are the men here in this dungeon are napping so well

and I am very uncomfortable with naked skeletons

Aren’t all.:.skeletons naked ?

Guess they are wearing skin...

Deaks hair is Cheeto colored which is honest such a look:tm: you rub your hand through deaks hair. your fingers come back stained with neon orange dust

Cheeto dandruff

whose playin the meat sticks again

what

i heard the meaty slaps

i still hear them

alright. go gather your quotes you quote whore

#Kit plays Skyrim #stream commentary #ooc #crack #Scriberim verse #ilu all but omg #ofglyphs #bookmanslavi #elfenarcher #higekihigure #sovlseeing

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