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irondad-creator-awards · 5 months ago

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All Winners and Runners-Up have now been added to the collections, though some will be awaiting permission.

The Bookmarks are all processed though for Winners and Runners-Up so you can find them all there.

Here is a list for simplicity's sake of our 2024 WInners and Runners-Up.

Best Multi -Chapter

Winner: Get Off My Lawn by Or I'll Turn The Hose On You by Bergen

Runner-Up: Broken Mirrors And Fragile Things by Evienyx

Best Drabble

Winner: Peter Parker Needs A Hug by Happyaspie

Runner-Up: They Happen Because Of You by Diamondshard143

Best One -Shot

Winner: How To Get Banned From Monaco (Again) by Niniblack

Runner-Up: King Of The Interns by Isadancurtisproduction

Best Plot Twist

Winner: Dark Matter by Mysterycyclone

Runner-Up: Occupational Hazard by Bergen

Best Biodad

Winner: The Moon And Stars (And Gummy Worms Where They Shouldn’t Be) by Jaworley

Runner-Up: I Believe I'm Lacking Some Context by Bergen

Best World's Colliding

Winner: Heir Of Stark Industries by Inkinmyheartandonthepage

Runner-Up: 4.2 And Running In Circles (Don’t Give Up Kid by I’m Here) by Jaworley

Best Hurt/Comfort

Winner: To Be Built Back Up Again by Fotibrit

Runner-Up: If You Find That You Feel Lost by I'll Be Your Ticket Back by Kingdomfaraway

Best Homeless

Winner: Leap Of Faith (Catch Me If You Can) by Erinwantstowrite

Runner-Up: Broken Mirrors And Fragile Things by Evienyx

Best Adoption

Winner: 7 Times Peter Starts To Realize He Has A Family + The One Time He Knows He Does by Jaworley

Runner-Up: 100 Hours (Community Service Is For The Turtles) by Orphanaccount

Best Fix -It Fic

Winner: Tis The Damn Season (For A Christmas Miracle) by Peacockgirl

Runner-Up: The Fifth Stage Of Grief by Bergen

Best 5+1

Winner: The Iron Dad Protocol by Peacockgirl

Runner-Up: 5 Times Peter’s Metabolism Screwed Him Over by For_The_Night

Best Identity Reveal

Winner: Coincidentally— by Bergen

Runner-Up: All I've Waited For (Where You Belonged) by Jaworley

Best Kidnapping

Winner: I Know My Name (It's All I Know For Sure) by Jaworley

Runner-Up: How To Catch A Spider -Man by Ctrsara

Best Bonus Bond

Winner: Take Me By The Hand (I Miss You) by Jaworley

Runner-Up: Unofficial SI Lemonade Business by Happyaspie

Best Humor

Winner: Hierarchy Of Needs by Bergen

Runner-Up: Ned Leeds' Beginner's Guide To Faking Sick by Happyaspie

Best Wild Card Story

Winner: Lies Of Omission by Bergen

Runner-Up: An Unexpected Reunion by Sara (Ctrsara)

Best AU

Winner: A Sky Full Of Stars by Olliecollie

Runner-Up: The Spiderman And The Frog by Bergen

Best Series

Winner: Finding The Way Home by Peacockgirl

Runner-Up: More Than An Intern by Jaworley

The All -Time Favorite

Winner: Leap Of Faith (Catch Me by If You Can) by Erinwantstowrite

Runner-Up: Identity Saga by Kitcat992

The 2023/2024 Favorite

Winner: Deadpool's Guide To Accidental Kidnapping by Inkinmyheartandonthepage

Runner-Up: Broken Mirrors And Fragile Things by Evienyx

THE PROLIFIC WRITER AWARD

Winner: Bergen

Runner-Up: Inkinmyheartandonthepage

THE NEWBIE

Winner: Mswinifredquale

Runner-Up: Badass_Bookworm

THE OG

Winner: Jaworley

Runner-Up: Peacockgirl

BEST IRON FAMILY FANART

Winner: Spideyart

Runner-Up: Reeneeart

MOST HEARTBREAKING FANART

Winner: Spideyart

Runner-Up: Stxrddst

Best Sketch

Winner: Moritashi

Runner-Up: Monireh

Best Wild Card

Winner: Spidey -Art

Winner: Reeneeart

Best Fic Art

Winner: Monireh

Runner-Up: Happyaspie

Best Cartoon

Winner: Happyaspie

Best Canon -Redraw

Winner: Melty -Artz

#irondad creator awards #spider-man #iron man #irondad and spiderson #irondad #art #fandom awards #spider son #fanfic #irondad creator awards 2024

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sometimes-love-is-enough · 10 months ago

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Syzygy: Some Closing Thoughts

I'm writing this at 8pm on my backyard porch, under the wavering light of a distant full moon. Hello, moon! Please don't kidnap me. I just wanted to hang out with you for a while as I collect my final thoughts. It's a pretty cloudy night tonight, so it's not properly visible, which I suppose is the cloud cover shielding me from a terrible lunar fate. It gives a deliciously hazy atmosphere for the absolute essay I'm about to write.

Apparently, the Farmer's Almanac says that tonight's full moon is a 'Pink Moon', which sounds like it'd be a very pleasant viewing experience. I imagine pastel frangipanis spontaneously sprouting all over the moon's surface, covering every inch of its rocks and crags until the soft pink glow is visible from all the way down here on Earth. Unfortunately it's not named 'Pink Moon' because of that; there's some American environmental factors, etc.

I think it's kind of charming that there's a list of names for every possible full moon, as if the moon's putting on different masks or incarnations every time it tilts just enough that we can see its full face. I'm looking at a list of them now instead of writing these final notes like I probably should. The names are so delightful. Strawberry Moon. Sturgeon Moon. Apparently last month's full moon was Worm Moon. WORM MOON. I could go on. I won't. Let's talk about Syzygy instead.

Syzygy is... Man, where do I even start with this? Let's try the beginning. I started writing Syzygy in February of 2021, after ruminating on it for probably a few months before that, as I often do. That's three years ago, so my memories of the reasons why are a bit fuzzy, but I think I did it for two reasons: one, a desire to have a long-form meaty slowburn fic for a beloved rarepair in the tag so other people could enjoy it, and two, a fascination with the idea of fractured identity, what it means to be a Side without a Centre. The whole thing with the alternate-history steampunk swapped-around Earth came about naturally from that.

Except that's actually kind of a lie, because that's not the beginning, this began in 2020, when I wrote a pitch for a local station that was accepting radio play submissions (rejected, of course) featuring a hardboiled noir detective in a starlit city whose latest client was a tiny shiny girl asking him to solve her father's murder. And that's also a lie, because I think it really began when I tried to write an original novel in high school where the protagonist's name was Avery Allen, because I liked the way the name tripped off my lips.

My stories are always built on each other, especially stories I never get to write. They all recycle into each other in a weird blend of concepts and characters. 2021 was when I sat down and told myself I was going to write the Thomceit time loop fic, and I dove into it with aplomb. I can't recall the exact timeline of events, but at some point I underwent some truly gnarly health problems that left me unable to use my hands for extended periods of time, and so the fic that was meant to be for a Big Bang ended up... Just sitting in a folder for a while. But me and my beta managed to pull it the fuck together, and after adding some extra bits and pieces (the cutaways were a LAST MINUTE ADDITION even though I think they're some of my favorite bits in the whole thing) I started putting it all up.

Okay, there we go, that's enough of an abridged history of this thing. Let's just say: I never expected as many people to like it as it turned out, I thought that it would be a niche little fic for a rarepair, and I was honestly pretty content with that. So it was delightful to see so many people getting so into it, I have enjoyed the FUCK out of all of your comments and theories and predictions. It's been delightful when people predicted a plot point correctly, and honestly even more delightful when they predicted incorrectly. I've had such a blast.

As for the writing... Suffice to say I have many notebooks full of notes and thoughts, more than one spreadsheet to keep track of time loops and lore, and a semi-complete list of all of Virgil's tarot cards, which one day I'll probably polish and share properly, because I think the concept is neat. But that's kind of how it always goes with my writing.

Naming every inspiration for this would take forever and I'd still miss a few, but I'll just throw out a key few ones, because I gotta:

17776: What Will Football Look Like In The Future, because when I first read it I got the wrong idea and thought that Juice (Jupiter Icy Moons Explorer) was short for Betelgeuse (the star), and that sparked a whole thing about living stars in my brain. Also, just the general way that the worldbuilding and absurdity is handled in that world, it scratches my brain just right.

Welcome To Night Vale. I don't think I need to explain this one.

Madeleine L'Engle's writing, particularly A Wind In The Door, particularly-particularly the bit of it where Proginoskes explains why, precisely, he has to remember and Name every star in the universe. Fucking beautiful book.

A particular Untamed/Mo Dao Zu Shi fic I read years ago and haven't been able to track down again, which also features two people stuck in a time loop who are initially unaware that they're in it together AND dying at the same time. I believe they also meet on a bus? The details are fuzzy. The worldbuilding and descriptions of that fic were so stunning to me, it had me unable to read anything for a solid few weeks, it is definitely a superior work to mine in every respect. If anyone finds it, let me know, I don't think I finished reading it and want to know how it ends.

An unpublished fic that I had the privilege to read while it was being written, that changed my brain chemistry re: the Sides unknowingly existing without Thomas. The Flowerwall Cafe originally hails from this one, too, graciously borrowed and greatly beloved.

Both Ghibli films in general AND Dianna Wynne Jones books in general, and obviously the intersection between the two, Howl's Moving Castle, which is fascinating in how both mediums handle the setting.

The Doctor Who audio drama Scherzo, which is a wild ride, and there's a major plot point revolving around the two main characters holding hands and fusing gruesomely into each other - and another involving an in-story fairy tale.

There was no huge inspiration for the clockwork city and weird steampunk carriages, apart from (perhaps) Fallen London. Certainly, the idea of a background organization that wants to kill the sun, who also happens to be a sentient being, is cribbed from the Liberation of Night.

Syzygy also happens to be packed full of many obscure references to... like... personal projects of mine, some published and some unpublished, as well as a lot of my friends and co-writers, and some really REALLY niche stuff that only I will ever properly understand. I buried a lot of myself into this story, is what I'm saying. Juice hails from a completely different project (a TTRPG with my friends, of which she is a beloved and cherished NPC), the in-universe author for Avery Allen (and Mallory Wynn too) are named for a fictional TV author I created when the writing discord was making a nonexistent fandom, Logan's dumpling recipe is my favorite recipe of all time.

I have an apartment ghost, too. I talk to it regularly.

Final thank-yous, because I want to post this very very soon, I've been typing for too long and the mosquitoes are starting to get to me. Thank you to:

Everyone on the TSS writing server who listened to me complain while I was writing it the first time round, and has subsequently listened to me complain while editing it these past two years. So many people in there are responsible for little bits and pieces - phrasings, words, nicknames, jokes - and I couldn't begin to name everyone who helped.

Saphira and the rest of the people who are currently working on making a full-cast audio drama out of this fic (???) (???!!!!??) (!!!!). It is SO baffling to me that it's happening, I'm in complete disbelief whenever we talk about it or I see the script or I get asked logistics questions, I'm terrified and thrilled to see how it turns out, what the fuck! The very existence of that project has ended up influencing a few things about this fic's endgame, too.

Everyone who's commented extensively, commented entire academic analyses, commented numbered lists, commented laconically, left a single emoji in the comments, left kudos, bookmarked it, sent me asks on Tumblr, given me thumbs-ups on Discord, or even just silently read the fic without interacting at all. Your witness brings my words to existence. Love you love you love you.

And Len, who lives in my brain and my body and my heart and my throat, and who is honestly singlehandedly responsible for dragging this fic out of the depths of Google Docs and into the arms of AO3. They've already said I don't need to thank them, but come on, I totally do. Len is the best beta, and puts up with all sorts of deranged nonsense from me, because I have an unhinged writing process where I don't think about anything before I put it down on the page, and I use way too many connecting-dashes and not enough semicolons. Kisses kisses kisses. Thanks for doing this with me, and I can't wait to do it again.

Myself. I managed to write this and I managed to finish it. That makes me a pretty cool person, all things considered. I'm glad I did this.

What next? I've got to rest. Well, I need to get some things done... and then rest. I've been juggling a hellish amount of projects for a while now, and now Syzygy's finally cleared from my plate, I'm going to try to let the others get cleared too so I can take some time and be less stressed. The Locked Tomb AU will be ongoing, as I get through final edits of chapters, so keep an eye out for that - if you're interested in a fic that's rather less starry and shiny, but very much Thomceit and death themes, check it out - and then....... Well, whatever comes next, whenever I have the energy to do it. I adore writing in this fandom. I'll be back with something weird soon enough.

Ad astra, baby! It's been a blast.

- Min (2024)

#Syzygy #author's note

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zestysthoughts · 3 months ago

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A follow-up to my top ten video games because I wanted the excuse to gush about more games I love.

Carrion Short but sweet, delightfully brutal, wish it had a map. Would become an eldritch mass again.

Batman: Arkham Asylum Satisfying combat, first game I ever got all the collectables in, loved the Scarecrow bits. Would really make you FEEL like Batman again.

Huniepop 1 & 2 Funny, lovely artwork, simply a wholesome experience with no degeneracy whatsoever. Would EAT THE GOD DAMN BAGGUETTQE again.

Lyne Love me some puzzle games, first game I ever perfected, could easily translate to a mobile game. Would connect the dots again.

Sonic 3 & Knuckles Best Sonic game, solid boss fights and music, the only game with Hyper Sonic. Would walk at a brisk pace again.

Distance Racing meets platforming, actually kinda horrifying?, bumpin' soundtrack that totally doesn't sound like Deadmau5. Would fuck up my hand again.

Antichamber Mind-bending puzzles, confusing even with the map, we need more of that shadow-light effect from that black floating worm thing. Would give up with 1 puzzle left again.

Tony Hawk's Underground 1 & 2 Well-made levels, the remaster for THPS 1 & 2 give me hope, remember when video games could just be fun and have wacky unlockables? Would throw apples at people again.

1080: Avalanche Man how many people remember this one?, this and THUG are the reasons I've considered trying an emulator, great soundtrack and sense of speed. Would crash a fancy dinner party again.

Warhammer 40K: Space Marine 2 I know I already did a review on it, but I've since put like 100 more hours into it. Love the combat, love the customization, can't wait for more Operations and chapters to be added, Zoanthropes can get fucked. Would parry a Hive Tyrant again.

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kinshenewa · 2 years ago

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A moment later, a loud BANG echoes through the sky, purple and red and green exploding in what looks like a huge firework. Plants and bits of butterfly wings and shiny bug carapaces flutter to the ground, the girl nearly avoiding getting crushed by a very large vine.

Seconds after that, a voice booms through the sky, causing a primal fear as a feminine voice greets, "Hello humans! Congratulations, you have reached 10 billion people! To prevent overpopulation, I, Kinshenewa, have taken it upon myself to save your little species. How, you may ask? By taking some of your people, of course! I shall be running a lottery, anyone who wins shall come to my planet! Good luck!"

The voice cut out, a moment later a slip of paper appearing in front of her. Her hazel eyes blinked at the yellowed scrap, which had a purple splotch on it. Reaching out, she gently grabbed the paper, only for it to dissolve, the purple winding into a bracelet on her right wrist.

"Congratulations! 2,798,666 people have been chosen!" The voice echoed again, and she suddenly found herself encapsulated in a large bubble the likes of which she had never even seen before. "Don't worry, I shall take good care of them! In the meantime, find a way to deal with that population, mmm?"

The bubble popped.

She found herself drifting in a void, surrounded by people of all ages and walks of life. She noticed no one seemed to be under the age of 20, but other than that, there was no rhyme or reason to their being chosen. Some people faded away, mostly the men she noticed, while others seemed to change in subtle ways. She could feel some things worming their way into her lungs, and she felt like she was choking.

But before her hands could grab her throat, the choking sensation was gone, and she breathed a dark grey cloud as her lungs felt fresher than ever. What was even happening?

Her clothes changed as well, weaving themselves into simple white robes as plain sandals wormed their way onto her feet. She noticed she was only surrounded by a dozen or so people, and they all seemed to be drifting to a collective place.

Her feet touched down, gently, like she was delicate glass, and she found herself standing on a large slab of some black material, the dozen or so other people standing a few feet or so away.

There was a tale in the middle, with strange foods that seemed primitive in nature. She saw what seemed like large furry sausages, but looking at the name of the plate, she realized they were Monkey Tails.

"Monkey Tails...?" She asked quietly, an old man standing beside her.

"Oh yes, Monkey Tails. Must be some strange food they have on that other planet." The old man said, nodding as he reached forth and picked one up. Putting it to his mouth, he slurped, and a moment later he pulled away the furry husk to reveal it hollow inside. Smacking his lips, he shrugged as he reached for another, "Like the Lion King says, 'Slimy, yet satisfying.'"

She nodded, looking to her right to see what looked like stuffed beetles, the heads torn away to reveal a fluffy white substance nearly pouring out. She shied away, looking for something normal to eat before she tried any of the more... ahem, exotic items.

She found a small cake, adorned in lemons and slices of bananas. She cut herself a small slice, then delicately took a nibble. It tasted delicious, adding the tangy sour of lemons to the sweet flavour of banana. She smiled, finishing the slice as the other people ate at the table.

That was how she spent the rest of her waking hours, trying all the dishes.

All of them.

The Monkey Tails were slimy and tasted like the dark meat of chicken, mixed with some other flavour with a bit of spice.

Those bug carapaces filled with white stuff, called 'StuffBugs', actually tasted pretty good, like tuna with a lot of mayonnaise and a bit of celery.

There were more exotic foods, but most of them could be compared to a human food.

Except for one.

In a bowl, farther away from the foods, there were white orbs that looked like they were made of clouds, with very small splashes of color, invisible to the untrained eye, on where the stem would be. They were the size of grapefruits, and when she looked at the name, they were called Cloud fruits. The flavour could be drastically different from fruit to fruit, for the first one she had tasted like strawberries, the next tasting like the rind of an orange.

She was scared, but also excited for this new adventure.

She went to sleep on one of the supplied beds, the white sheets soft as she drifted to sleep, just missing as a large timer appeared overhead...

Waking up in the morning, she found herself in a hut made of vines, wrapped up in a large purple wolf pelt.

Bit strange, but that wasn't her main concern.

Her main concern was the large wolf made of vines staring at her, its blue bell shaped head directed directly at her as its red eyes glowed intimidatingly.

The vine wolf seemed to be staring through her, muttering to itself. "I can't believe Mother put me in charge of a stupid human, she knows how much I hate them yet she puts me in charge of one anyway. At least this one is female, makes my job much easier..." It grumbled in a deep voice that sent shivers down her spine. Oh, whatever god is out there, please let this thing not be hostile...

The wolf jerked slightly, looking directly at her as it said, "Oh, you're awake now, huh? Well then, I guess it's time I show you around, welcome to Home."

She cleared her throat, gulping nervously as she said quietly, "Um, and where is here? What, what happened?"

The wolf chuckled darkly, "Mother happened. This is Home, a lush paradise that is now your forever home. You will spend the rest of your days here. You were chosen for a specific reason, but Mother daren't say, that bitch..."

"Who is this... Mother?" She asked unsurely, a bit startled at the fact that this being called his own mother a bitch.

"My mom, Kinshenewa, goddess of this planet, gets less awesome as the centuries pass." The wolf replied offhandedly.

Centuries? Centuries? Just how old was this being?

"And my name is Bluebell, I am your Earth equivalent of the devil." He said casually, too casually for something so mind boggling.

"What?" She gasped, and Bluebell threw his canine head back with a bark of laughter.

"She speaks!" He joked, shaking his head as he continued, "But seriously, you have a long life ahead of you. It will be decades before I can get my paws on your soul, which I won't. You are too pure."

She was flabbergasted, but didn't have time to reply as a cold feminine voice cut her off, the voice dripping with sarcasm, "Bluebell, how nice of you to finally come out of your room."

Bluebell frowned over his shoulder at a slightly larger wolf, covered head to toe in ruby red fur as actual rubies glittered in the she-wolf's fur, her eyes cold sapphires as he responded, "Oh, yeah, says the one who murders anyone who poses even the tiniest inconvenience to Mother."

The red wolf bristled "Well, at l watch out for Mother! The last time you helped was when the corrupted Stardrans attacked! And you just kept all their souls to yourself!"

Bluebell narrowed his eyes, the tension thick enough it could be sliced as he got up, facing the red wolf as he said, "At least I stay down below and recycle the corrupted souls when they reach the final level! You are just always off on your little adventures with Mother! How does it feel to be the star child?"

The red wolf growled, hackles raising as both wolves hair bristled and they looked ready to fight.

"Now now, children. You can fight later, where you can't cause any damages I would have to fix." A sweet, motherly voice said, a wolf twice the size of a regular one floating in, her purple fur slick and silky. Both wolves turned to her, both exclaiming, "But you can easily fix it!"

The purple wolf nodded, green eyes turning to her, the human. That gaze was petrifying, freezing her in place as the primal side of her begged her to run, run far away to get away from that being.

"We have a guest, and you know how stingy Redbell is with a soul of her caliber."The wolf finished, and the other two wolves fell to their knees, bowing her heads as they intoned, "Yes Mother."

They both promptly disappeared, and the purple wolf turned an eye to her.

"Ah, yes, the pure human soul. Capable of freezing time when in danger..." The wolf giggled, floating closer, "I am Kinshenewa."

That name sent shivers down her spine, Kinshenewa? Sounded like the name of an eldritch god who chose a name so obscure and unexpected that no one would ever guess it right. And that terrified her. Something deep within her screamed at her to get away, but she couldn't move, that piercing green gaze kept her as rooted to that bed as a thousand year old redwood to the ground.

The wolf floated closer, smiling widely and showing her perfect canine teeth, sharp as razors as Kinshenewa purred, "Oh yes, I see your future."

Kinshenewa leaned closer, whispering in her ear, "I am going to have fun with you~"

You have the uncanny ability to automatically pause time when you are in any sort of danger, and can unpause any time you want. One day, time pauses, but you can’t seem to find any source of danger. Without thinking, you unpause time.

#kinshenewas-writing

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redphienix · 2 months ago

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I'm sorry but I like dumb jokes like this lol

EXTREME tangent because pointing at the funny made me say stuff.

'Pervert' jokes where the joke is that they enjoy it loudly enough (not necessarily off screen) that everyone knows it on a casual basis can be pretty funny lol

The 'pervy old man' version often leans more on... inappropriate action (I guess is the way to put it) for displaying the trait and I ain't too enthused with that and don't find those charming in their use since they paint actions like hitting on extremely young girls as "harmless" and yada yada culture/time/context/'it was harmless in x instance and the fact it wasn't in y instance shouldn't affect that' whatever.

I just mean the trope pushed in that direction generally ain't it for me, but "Haha, they are a perv" can be funny. There's a whole other can of worms for the ways in which it's seen as funny- it's meant to be seen as a faux pah but just in general I think it can be a good simple harmless laugh.

Hell, for this ramble I can pull up an example-counter-example to say my opinion a bit more clear.

Dragon Balls Roshi making grabby hands at young girls or asking them to flash him in exchange for favors doesn't charm me as "harmless old perv" and I have to instead just write it off as a thing of the time- as humor that's not as harmless as it seeks to be but making mountains of molehills for outdated or otherwise messy humor is something I'm not interested in wasting my time with.

It's not the end of the world that a manga written with humor from 40 years ago isn't "progressively minded" on SA or whatever, so I'm not immensely bothered by it existing so much as being interested in how it's handled moving forward (something I think the story did pretty alright until Super backtracked out of.... nostalgia? I guess?).

Conversely a "pervy old man" joke that did land for me entirely was DQ11s Rab, as the character is presented (similarly to Roshi in his good moments) as a wise, trustworthy sort who knows his stuff. Rab is respectable, a voice of reason- and then it's revealed he always keeps a small collection of porn mags on his person because he enjoys them immensely.

THAT hits the spot.

It's not only a social blunder to be caught (metaphorically thankfully lol) with his pants down, but it comes as a surprise that doesn't detract from his character in any way- he's not somehow less serious or less capable, you just now know of this other side of him and it's a little silly in the contrast. It embarrasses him, it momentarily rips his usual position in conversation down a few pegs, it's funny!

Meanwhile for the bulk of early DB, Roshi is pretty much 2 characters rather than 1 well rounded one. He's a pervert creep who fantasizes about teenage girls and asks kids to lure unsuspecting women to his isolated island, and then he's a mysterious, intelligent, capable master warrior who respects his students and uses his power to help others- with an added layer of complexity of his miraculously long age making him desire seclusion. This side of him isn't so much a hero as just being a kind hearted hermit (heh). But then it's regularly thrown entirely in the garbage so he can oogle boobs and get caught feeling people up only to comically be slapstick slapped across the face.

It's not nearly as nuanced in implementation- the entire joke is "Well he's harmless, and he really shouldn't be doing that haha!" and I get it- I was a kid- I laughed inappropriately- but as I matured, tastes changed, and now I'm left going "That trope pretty much ONLY hurt his character".

Roshi is lesser for how he was written during that time. I think he comes a lot closer to a well rounded perverted old man as the story moved further from him and instead re-tinted his character as "The capable old master etc etc etc, who likes watching exercise videos to stare at pretty ladies and (yes, I admit appreciating it as a GOOD implementation of the trope) dressing up as a bunnygirl-maid kinky thing and telling his housemate that it's the house uniform so she'll dress up as well (a joke I appreciate because he defames himself for it and the punchline is usually Launch sneezing anyway)".

Later Roshi was kinda fun with it because he became much more of a single well rounded character- someone you know as silly and offbeat but knowledgeable ALONG with his pervy interests rather than just "Oh. This guy is gross. Oh, I guess in this scene he's not being gross." IDK.

Anyways, I feel like the popularization of the "pervert old man" trope kinda fumbled the potential humor of it a lot. It got too wrapped up in giving the viewers a character to momentarily vicariously oogle the drawings with which resulted in them doing things that were sometimes paramount to self-character-assassinations.

I mean hell, for no reason at all an early episode of yugioh season 0 has Grandpa go "It's so nice to see you high school girl- I can see your boobs are growing!" and listing a bust measurement he's pretty sure is accurate just to demonstrate that he's staring. Like that's just creep behavior, man, chill. There's a nervous laugh to be had but why aim for that.

Conversely, it's funny that Joey and Tristan (sue me for saving time with localization names) apparently chat about how much they like porn often enough that EVERY one of their friends knows it.

More to be said, some by smarter people, a lot by dumber people (I'm just being mean), just some thoughts.

#my posts

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silver-ace-of-spades · 1 year ago

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The dads, the Whole Bunch of Bastards, Bowser Jr, and the Dark Fun Gang have one collective brain cell.

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[meme]

Waiter at a restaurant: Kids under 10 eat free.

Ludwig: Good thing my little brother Lancer here just turned 9!

Lancer: I'm 11, actua– mmmph!

(Ludwig puts a hand over Lancer's mouth)

Lancer: (muffled angry noises)

Bowser: Ludwig, stop.

(Ludwig puts his hand away and wipes it on his napkin with a disgusted look on his face. Lancer growls at Ludwig)

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[either a tweet or a tumbl]

Iggy: I watched Ludwig, the "smartest" one in the group, tell me it would be "so efficient" to spray the fan with air freshener. He did, then proceeded to cough his lungs out when it blew back at him.

Susie: Mood.

~~~

[spongebob]

(Morton eats one of two chocolate bars that he and Susie were sharing)

Morton, angry: You took my only food! Now I'm gonna starve!

~~~

[spongebob]

Ludwig: I'm asexual and aromantic.

Lancer: What does that mean?

Roy: It means he's attracted to the letter A.

Ludwig: No it doesn't!

Lancer: A a a a a a a a a a a!

Roy: Stop it, Lancer, you're exciting him!

~~~

[original]

Bowser Jr: Teach me how to do a good evil laugh!

Lancer: Are you kidding? Yours is perfect!

Bowser Jr: Well, Susie said I sound like a baby Santa Claus.

~~~

[meme]

Roy: I live in Spain but the S is silent.

Wendy: I live in Spain but the A is silent.

(Wendy spins in her shell)

Susie: I live in Spain but the P and A are silent.

~~~

[based on a tumbl]

(Lancer is eating wasabi peas. He coughs from the spice and frantically sips some water after each one)

Lancer, after each pea: Wow, that one was HOT!

Ludwig, after the fifth pea: I am literally this close to killing you.

~~~

[follow-up to previous]

Morton: You either die a SpongeBob...

(Lancer eats wasabi peas and announces that each one was HOT!)

Morton: or you live long enough to see yourself become a Squidward.

(Ludwig barely resists the urge to strangle Lancer)

Larry: Wow, that was surprisingly insightful for a Patrick.

Morton: ...Shut up.

~~~

[original]

Lemmy: "15-year-olds when I was 10, 15, and 20" memes are so funny because I'm 15 and look 5.

Lancer: You're older than Susie?!

Lemmy: Isn't Susie 16?

Lancer: (facepalms) You're right... 16 is bigger than 15...

~~~

[vine]

Susie: Hey, I'm lesbian.

Morton: I thought you were Hometownian.

~~~

[based on a tweet]

Roy: So I work as a cashier, so I get a lot of weird shit from angry Christians, but this one made me audibly wheeze.

(Roy shows a paper to Susie)

Susie: "Satan also uses education" and a human man calling a gorilla "Daddy"

(Susie begins to laugh, which makes Roy laugh again)

~~~

[facebook]

Iggy: So excited for season three!

Susie: What show?

~~~

Iggy: Please respect my privacy, Susie.

[ tumblr ]

Lemmy: r/vexillology; Flag of Japan but with this perfect water stain on my towel.

Susie: "Oh shit, I pissed the bed, better post this for karma."

Lemmy: I didn't pee on it!

~~~

[based on a tumbl]

Susie: I showed my dad Tumblr and he told me to "teach the lesbians on [my] phone how to pirate."

Bowser: Tell them not to click on any of the ads with pretty women.

~~~

[original]

Lancer: Now you see me... now you don't! Ha!

(Lancer tosses a smoke bomb to the ground in an attempt to disappear. He coughs from the smoke and forgets to escape)

Larry: Wow, haha, that sucked.

Lancer: Thanks. I took inspiration from your terrible cooking skills.

Larry: Fuck you.

~~~

[original]

Queen: Larry May I Play Smash Bros With You

Larry: Sure.

Larry, to himself: It's nice having a gamer mom.

(Queen destroys him)

Larry: Even if she decimates me in every game.

~~~

[original]

Kamek: Toil, worms!

Rouxls: Excellent! You're makething great progress!

Kamek: With what?

Rouxls: Thine training to becometh the new Duke of Puzzles!

Kamek: Um, I'm a magic guy, not a puzzle guy. And your puzzles suck.

Rouxls: I–

Kamek: And saying "toil, worms" doesn't increase my puzzle skills.

~~~

[original]

Lancer and Susie: You did WHAT?!

Bowser: Kidnapped a princess. Why?

Susie: Don't make this harder than it has to be, Dad. Let her go.

(Bowser sighs and looks into the distance)

Bowser: I don't agree with your ideals, but you're free to be who you want. If you want to be my enemy, so be it. You will be grounded, though.

~~~

[legendary post]

Iggy: Putting sour candy strips into energy drink and calling it battery acid spaghetti. Will update later.

Iggy: Don't do this.

Susie: Don't tell me what to do!

Susie: Don't do this.

~~~

[bugsnax]

Iggy: I want you to throw that substance at me.

Lancer: What?! Isn't that dangerous?

Iggy: I've got safety goggles on, it'll be fine. There was no harm done to the Goombas, so I think I will be okay.

(Lancer throws a bucket of mysterious substance on Iggy, who immediately cries out in pain)

~~~

[follow-up to previous]

Rouxls, deadpan: Iggy, did thou get Lancer to throweth acid at you?

#spade yells into the void #a whole bunch of bastards #deltarune au #mario au

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crimson-headcanons · 3 years ago

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Hi! Could you do hcs for Sabo, Mihawk and Law and maybe Kid with a female s/o who is calm, introverted (not shy), and she loves showing them affection in private?

To whoever wrote this, I want to say thank you 💚you asked for some of my big favorites! Things will be a little jumbled since affection can mean a lot of different things and not necessarily slow makeouts back at the house so bare with me!

Kid

Ok but Kid for me mentally fluctuates between he’s the girlfriend guy that’s very loud and proud, angry girl friend guy the “did I catch you staring at my girl huh?!!!”, and yes we’re dating, no it's none of your business type in my head. So I can both see the comedy and tragedy to be dramatic in pairing like this.

Every now and then Kid has nightmares whether it’s about his past or something else he doesn’t talk about but the night when he jolts awake angry and sweating having her as a calming presence is something he appreciates more than he can put into words.

Now Kid feels like the kind to be into a little PDA so having her be a little more withdrawn or private in that regard is a little disappointing for him but he quickly adjusts to it. Though he does take this as an invitation to make up for lost time.He’s quick to deepen kisses, leave hickeys, bite marks, and though this is a safe for work ask I got to include it try go for home base so to speak. This doubly true if she initiate it.

Small thing but Kid never thought he’d enjoy just sitting around in their shared cabin doing nothing having his hair combed through/ played with till he met her.

Mihawk

This is his jam though like this man isn’t one to be overly affectionate in the public so if she wants to show him affection behind closed doors he’s all for it.

Ok but I have vivid thoughts of Mihawk just relaxing while drinking wine after a long day when she snuggles up to him slowly kissing his neck and he just chuckles commenting about how impatient someone is today.

Honestly Mihawk is a very collected short so he never really forgets anything but when he does she’s right there. Small example: she'll notice that Mihawk left his newspaper in the living room. She'll take it right to him before he can even wonder where he misplaced it (this goes for his hat too.) it’s a small little domestic thing but to Mihawk it really shows that she cares for him he’ll probably make some comment about how he’d lose his head if it wasn’t for her.

Ok but for real though their little welcome back ritual is Mihawk kisses her forehead and she kisses his hand (primarily on his knuckles.)Mihawk gives her a gentle smile before ushering her inside so they can talk.

Law

Law for better or for worse feels a little emotionally constipated so he’s a very hard but to crack when it comes to affection. He’s both touch starved enough to want it but prickly enough that when he does get it he wants to worm away.

So In Laws case I feel like it’s more of the little things she does adding up. Reminding him to sleep, bringing him food from the kitchen when he doesn’t show up for meals, and in general getting this man to care about himself. Those sorts of things I like to think Law just has these moments of quiet contemplation of just dam if it wasn’t for her I’d be a mess huh.

Ok but like giving him a forehead kiss when he rests back in his chair, head tilted back and his eyes just go wide like “ Wait I can get one of those? I can have soft tender affection at no cost?” Mans starstruck I tell you.

Sabo

I think Sabo has this air to me that he would be open and flirty in the streets but keeps the pda to minimum out and about so another one of those boys that I feel like mesh well with her.

Feels the type to get giddy at the end of the day knowing he’s going home to her. Basically he’s excited to get kissed. Peppers her kisses in return. Sabo feels like a cuddler in my opinion so he relishes the private time he gets to have with her.

Very much loves to tease her about not being more open in public. Though he sometimes jokes about her switch being flipped once there alone. There both said in jest.

Thank you for waiting my spring break is busier than I thought it be! Hope you enjoy not shy anon!

#one piece headcanons #sabo the revolutionary #dracule mihawk #eustass kid #Trafalgar D. Water Law #law one piece #sfw

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jorgecrespo · 2 years ago

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1 4 5 6 (have fun with that one) 15 17 23 (idk how to even interpret that but spread hate<3) 28 32 38 39 go crazy

what are 3 things you’d say shaped you into who you are?

the age of 10 and 17

living in nicaragua for a year. found out i actually like people and i'm not a beach person because the ocean is very scary

the liza minelli tries to turn on a lamp snl skit

what’s an inside joke you have with your family or friends?

it's an inside joke with my family and it has to do with eric clapton's dead son. i have no excuse and it's not my fault

what made you start your blog?

started this blog because of druck (😩). i was on the tag but everyone was like IF YOU DON'T REBLOG THINGS YOU'RE THE DEVIL and i felt bad so i made this and then it's all been downhill every since

what’s the best and worst part of being online/a creator?

best part is obviously all the people i've met from all over the world. from germany to australia to indiana (🤢) and everywhere in-between. i feel like the world is at my fingertips. the worst part is seeing the worst takes that anyone has ever thought and i feel my brain rotting away. also, old woman moment, i hate watching these kids grow up on the internet, it's like watching worms take over their brain

what do you think of when you hear the word “home”?

yeah i'm an adult but also....my stuffed animal brownie 🥺. that little dude goes everywhere with me

name 3 things that make you happy

my cats. if i'm sad i just look up and see their little fluffy faces and then i feel ok

all my internet friends. love seeing everyone's dumb posts

every night i grab my pepper spray and walk around the neighborhood and it has actually improved my overall mood it's insane. who knew

say 3 things about someone you hate

let's talk about scott meyer

after leaving the mental hospital (literally across the street from it) he asked "kallie why don't you have a job" mere moments after he was kicked out of a bar for being too drunk. so i asked why he doesn't have a job and he got all mad and said WELL I'M TRYING and then i started yelling at him in the pizza place but my excuse is i was pretty drugged up and then he just never got a job

attacking the whole house (which included a literal baby btw) and then stealing one of their cars while insanely drunk after hitting me and biting someone else and then i waited outside for the cops while eating mac n cheese in the rain (shout-out to the eugene oregon police department for not finding a drunk man on the empty roads at midnight and just saying "we have people looking")

STEALING MY CLOTHES FUCK YOU SCOTT

do you collect anything?

i don't really collect anything rn but i do have a lot of rocks from my childhood/teen years. i still love a good rock

how many tabs do you have open right now?

44 and they're all unimportant but i'm not deleting any of them

fave song at the moment?

for the fifth year in a row, hounds of love. i will inform everybody if that changes

youtuber you’ve been obsessed with and why?

this is a great place to bitch about youtube because i used to go on there all the time and now i barely go on there. mainly just to watch random clips of shows and sports compilations because the ads are legitimately terrible. it's impossible to watch anything anymore. every two minutes, BAM another ad like it's fucking torture. a five minute video takes eight minutes it's insane. who let this happen

#sorry this took so long i spent my time on it 💪#asks #long post

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anxious-allie-ren · 3 years ago

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I couldn't help myself from posting the next chapter already. I'm just too excited about this story and sharing it with you all! I hope you all enjoy this next chapter as well! It's probably my favorite thing I've written so far.

A few trigger warnings for this chapter: Violence, death, and childhood trauma.

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Erota

Your majesty.

The invitation had arrived at his castle months ago. It sat open on his desk with no response for three weeks. He stares down at it as he finishes putting on his attire for the evening. It was a last minute decision to go. He still wasn't confident in such a decision, but it was too late to go back on it now. His aunt and uncle would be expecting him.

Ben had been a quiet boy. Growing up on the palace grounds was very secluded. High society members visited the King and Queen of Chandrila often. Balls, banquets, and glamorous events took place nearly every fortnight. But it was rare a child would accompany their parents. It was even rarer that Ben was allowed to attend such events.

His father was a strict man. He had married into power, Queen Leia taking control of the kingdom after her father had passed. He was anointed king soon after their marriage and took on numerous responsibilities. Most notable being the military and war plans. He was a courageous soldier, fighting in many of Chandrila's most notable wars. This tough exterior and pride carried into his parenting. Han pushed Ben to be just like him. He was to be strong, both physically and mentally. Any sign of emotion was seen as a weakness.

When Ben was just a boy, no older than four years of age, he had attended a hunting trip with his father and a few other noblemen. He kept to himself as he followed the men deep into the woods. He struggled to carry his bow and arrow, the weapon still larger than him. He observed the men bantering and preparing weapons of their own. He was much too young to understand what was to happen on this trip. But he would soon find out.

The group was stopped for a break within a small clearing. The men chugged bitter wine from their flasks and exchanged raunchy jokes. Ben was too busy watching a brilliantly blue butterfly floating about to absorb their words. He is ripped from his peaceful moment as his father quickly grabs his own weapon near his feet.

"Look across the clearing there, men. We've got a large one!"

Ben follows his fathers line of sight to a marvelous buck grazing the meadow in the distance. He was immediately taken with the animal. He had wooden toys of woodland animals just like it. A smile spread across his face as he watched the buck chew on blades of grass, its long antlers sat on his head like a crown. It reminded him of the crown his father was wearing now. Ben turns to look upon it just as his father pulls back the arrow and releases it. The buck is speared in the chest, just inches from its heart. It collapses in the grass, too stunned to take off. Han yells out in frustration.

"Motherfucker! That was a clear fucking shot!"

Ben's eyes water as he watches the buck writhed in pain, releasing wails that cut through the calm woods. Han looks to Ben and sees the tears trail down his chubby little cheeks. He rips his dagger from his boot and grabs Ben by the back of his collar, dragging him towards the wounded animal. Ben cries out in protest, trying to wriggle from his father's grasp.

"No father! I don't want to go near it!"

Han stops in front of the animal, shoving Ben in front of him and forcing the dagger into his tiny hands.

"Finish him off, boy. End his suffering."

Ben shakes his head, tears still falling from his eyes. He looks from the buck and back to the dagger. Blood is flowing from where it was punctured, creating a pool near his feet.

Ben sniffles and starts to back away. He lets out a small whimper and cries out, "I can't father! It was good! It did nothing wrong!"

Han growls in anger and pushes Ben closer to the animal.

"Do it, Ben! You need to stop being so fucking weak! Good or bad doesn't matter when you're facing another man's sword. All that matters is who comes out of the battle alive."

"But this isn't a battle! It's just an animal!"

Han's anger finally boils over. He grabs Ben's hand, forcing the dagger into his little fist and shoves it through the buck's heart. Ben screams in horror and fear as blood splatters onto his arms and chest. Han releases his grip on his hand, yanking out the dagger and wiping it on his pant leg.

"This kingdom has no use for a sensitive, spineless king. Toughen up, Benjamin or you will fail."

That moment had traumatized him. His father's words sunk into his soul, like a rock sinking to the bottom of the sea. He came back from that trip a bit hardened. As he grew, he continued to collect bricks of trauma, adding them slowly to the wall he hides behind. His fortress was solidified the day his parents passed.

He never got along with his father. His relationship with his mother wasn't good either. When he was an infant, Leia doted on him. She took on the responsibility of caring for him by herself, leaving her other duties to her advisors. She spent as much time with him as possible. But when Ben was about the age of three, she seemed to abandon him. Leia brought on nannies and wet nurses to care for him.

Leia was brought up as an independent, able lady. During her time in the ton, she was one of the most desired debutantes. But by the end of the season, she had chosen Lord Han Solo, the son of a Baron in Chandra. He was below her in status, but she was so enamored with him that they married quickly after meeting. Ben was born just ten months into their marriage. He provided Chandrila with its sought after heir. But a spare would still be needed in the event that tragedy were to strike. Leia tried desperately for another child, but nothing seemed to stick. She went as far as to bring in witch doctors and herbalists in hopes of success. The spare never came and the stress weighed on her greatly. The pain became too much to bear.

Leia returned to her duties and never spoke of children again. She distanced herself from the one she had as some way to cope with her failure. Seeing her living child grow only reminded her what she was lacking. They would remain separated for the rest of her life, only seeing each other at events.

Ben was only fifteen years old when his parents died. The king and queen were travelling to Chandrakant for a meeting with the Earl to discuss funding when they were attacked. Soldiers from a neighboring kingdom ambushed their carriage during the night. They were found in the morning by merchants traveling along that path. When their bodies were brought back to Chandrila and laid to rest, Ben was crowned as king.

During his coronation, he was given the choice to take on a reign name or keep his own. Both his parents had kept their names during their rule. His grandparents had as well. But he made the decision that day to let his past die along with his family. He would take on a new name and bring on a new era for Chandrila. From that day on he was formally known as His Majesty, King Kylo Ren of Chandrila.

Kylo had been living a secluded life for many years at this point. He preferred to stay introverted, doing what he had to for his kingdom and nothing more. The ballroom that was once filled with balls and galas had been retired. An event had not been held at the palace since his parents were alive. Meetings with nobility took place in the throne room. He did not travel. He did not leave the palace grounds.

But Kylo has now come of age, surpassed it by a few years even. His advisors were now beginning to push the idea of marriage on him. A heir and spare would be needed for the succession. Kylo simply brushed off their pestering questions during court. He would take a wife when he was good and ready.

But finding a wife meant leaving the grounds to search. This meant he must attend the events of the ton. Kylo had absolutely no interest in stepping foot in such frivolous festivities. When he decided it was time, he would simply have his advisor pick a lady for him. It's not as if the marriage would ever be anything more than a societal alliance. A way for both notable families to gain from the prospect. The notion of love was not even on Kylo's mind. He had lacked it all his life, never experiencing it to know what he was missing. A marriage and creating an heir would become another royal duty for him to fulfill.

He couldn't deny that he was shocked when the invitation was brought to him in his den. The King and Queen of Corellia had invited him to the first banquet of the season. It was to be held at their summer estate in the countryside of Corellia. He hadn't been there since he was a small boy.

During the nice summer months when the air was humid and the sun stayed in the sky long past his bedtime, his family went to visit the King and Queen. Uncle Luke was his mother's twin brother. They had both been raised in Chandrila and had been very close most of their lives. When they both came of age, it was decided that Chandrila would divide into two kingdoms. One for Princess Leia to rule, and one for Prince Luke. This is how the kingdom of Corellia was created. Ever since, Uncle Luke has ruled those territories.

Kylo had been fond of him when he was young. But when his parents passed and the responsibility of Chandrila was thrusted upon him, Uncle Luke never came to help. He didn't attend their burials. He didn't assist the young boy in the transition. He too, had abandoned him.

He realized on one late night, weeks after the invitation had arrived, that this was some sort of olive branch. A way from Luke to worm his way into Kylo's good graces. But this would not be enough for him. He wanted answers. He wanted justice. Overall, he wanted revenge. So he decided then to accept the invitation. Kylo would attend this banquet and get what he deserved.

But all those plans were put on hold the moment your name was announced to the ton.

Kylo had arrived about an hour ago. He entered through a back passage he remembered as a child, so as to not draw attention to his arrival. He had taken a glass of champagne off a passing tray and stood on the outskirts of the crowd. Young ladies gawked and whispered about him, giggling amongst one another. He paid them no mind, he was on a mission and he intended on completing it.

He was slowly making his way towards the back of the ballroom where his uncle sat when your arrival had been announced. He took no notice of it initially. But he stopped in his tracks as he got a glimpse of you through the crowd. Your deep red dress stood out against the pastels surrounding him. You were delicate in your motions, curtsying before your king and waiting for his command. He watched as Luke approached you, his uncle clearly as enamored with you as he was. Everyone in the room could hear his words as he spoke to you. Singing praises and compliments that undoubtedly made you beam with pride.

Your father had led you away after your interaction with the king. Kylo lost track of you as a group of gentlemen approached him to exchange pleasantries. He did his best to be polite, not wanting to draw more attention to himself than he clearly already had. He again tried to make his way through the crowd, only this time he was in search of you.

A petite young woman appeared in front of him before he could get his eyes on you.

She had shiny black hair, pinned up with elegant pins. Her dress was a nauseating pastel green and her jewelry constantly caught the light, nearly making him squint to look at her. She presented her hand to him and gave him a toothy smile.

"Hello, your grace. My name is Charlotte Ventress, the daughter of Lord and Lady Ventress. I saw you standing here all alone and felt so compelled to introduce myself."

Kylo nearly cringes from her introduction. Debutantes we're never meant to approach gentlemen. In fact it was the other way around. Her forwardness was immediately a turn off. It's unlikely he would have been interested in her, if he hadn't already been so taken by you. Kylo clears his throat and takes her hand, giving it a gentle shake.

"Hello, Miss Ventress. I'm humbled by your need for introduction, but I'm afraid you're using the wrong titles."

Charlotte looks at him confused, an eyebrow raising at his statement.

"Is that so? Well, then what title should I be using exactly?"

Her words were laced with attitude and sarcasm. Kylo smirked to himself, looking down at his pristine, shiny dress shoes. Did he look anything less than a king? He figured his attire would have given his status away, that's why he chose not to wear his crown. By her tone, he can only assume she thinks he's below her.

"The correct title would be your majesty, miss."

At this she tries to hold back a chuckle, placing her hand over her mouth to hide her amusement. Charlotte places a hand on her hip, her posture becoming more relaxed now. She thinks he's joking.

"Your majesty? Sir, I'm pretty sure the only royalty in this room is sitting over there."

She nods her head towards the back of the room, motioning to the thrones where his aunt and uncle are sat. Oh this poor girl has no clue.

"I believe you're referring to my aunt and uncle. I'm King Kylo of Chandrila, King Luke's nephew."

He watches as the recognition flies across her features. Eyes going wide and eyebrows raising in surprise. Charlotte immediately stands back up, making a poor attempt at presenting herself as dignified. It was much too late for that now.

"Oh, you're majesty! I'm so sorry for my lapse in judgement. How silly of me."

Kylo holds back his eye roll. Just another young woman fluttering her lashes at him for his titles. He nods to her and finishes off his champagne.

"Right, of course. You must excuse me, it seems my glass is empty."

With that he walks away from her, back on his pursuit to find where you'd gone. He comes to the outskirts of the dance floor, watching as lords and ladies waltz around in circles. A waiter begins to pass by and he is quick to place his empty flute on their tray.

Kylo stands in a relaxed position, hands clasped behind his back, as he watches the couples in front of him. He raises his eyes from the dance floor for a moment, hoping to spot your crimson colored dress amongst the crowd. That's when Kylo locks eyes with you from across the room. He takes in your features, admiring your beauty. He admittedly had very little experience with women. It was a rare occasion for him to speak with them. His interaction mostly took place with the ladies in court. All of them married and much older than him.

Kylo finally understood his uncle's words to you earlier. You held his intense gaze, allowing him to see the secrets held within your eyes. He felt like he was stuck in place, frozen in time with just your look. The moment ended abruptly as a ginger haired man stepped in front of you, blocking his view of you and cutting off your eye contact.

He instantly felt possessive. Kylo could see your discomfort through your body language. He kept watch from the side of the dance floor as you took the man's arm and joined him for the next song. He wanted your full attention.

Kylo decided then that he needed more of you. He wanted to know you, needed to know you. If joining the ton and surviving this season was what he had to do to make that happen, then so be it.

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Poor baby Kylo! How are we feeling about Kylo's perspective? I'm hoping to include his view of things very often in this story. Please let me know what you think!

Love,

Allie

#star wars #kyloren #kylo #king kylo #kylorenthings #kylo ren x you #kylo x reader #kylo ren x reader #poe dameron #armitage hux #Hux #poe #bridgerton #historical #slow burn

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mystic-sky · 4 years ago

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A/N: In honor of reaching 400 followers, I decided to make this into a short series. I don’t know how many parts it’ll be. Thank you guys for reading my stuff and showing me love 🥺💕 you’re all so sweet 😭😭😭😭😭 I would also like to thank @teoran for the precious idea that allowed this story to come to be ❤️❤️

✨Part 2 here✨ | ✨Part 3/4 on ao3 only✨

“So, you’ve never actually been here before?” Suguru let out an annoyed sigh as his best friend draped his arm over his shoulders.

“No, but I heard this is one of the nicer ones.” Satoru says. “Besides, none of them are hard to look at.”

“I would’ve been content going out to dinner with everyone else-

“Lighten up! You do that all the time. You’re single so why not spoil yourself a little?” The white haired male insisted.

“Stuff like this feels degrading, and some of them are topless.” Suguru really hasn’t been to a strip club before. He wasn’t a prude, but surely his respect for women had him steer clear of places like this.

“Yeah— strippers do that sometimes.” Satoru laughed, taking hold of his drink.

“And it’s not degrading- they’re hard working women. Stop talking like an old man and enjoy the show.” He added, respectfully. Suguru took a sip of his drink, watching a new dancer approach the platform. A sweet, caramel skinned girl had taken the stage, swaying around the pole in front of them.

“This is Tasty.” Someone over the loud speaker introduced her. “We recommend Tasty for new comers. She’s a bubbly, friendly dancer who feels like the girl next door. Tasty is currently ranked 3rd in our private dancer line up for this week.

“Look at her,” Satoru said, pulling his lip between his teeth. “That’s Tasty. I heard so many good things about her. She’s so much more petite and cuter in person.”

Suguru only nonchalantly took another drink, but he was definitely looking. The tan skinned girl wrapped her body around the pole, delicately twisting herself right in front of the both of them. After shaking her ass for a bit, she moved down the stage, dancing for other customers.

“I’ve got so much cash on me, Suguru-chan~! We’re gonna have so much fun.” He nudges his barely flustered friend.

“And try not to look so serious, before you scare the ladies away.” He rolled his eyes underneath his dark sunglasses.

“You think I’m scary looking?” Suguru raises an eyebrow.

“Yeah but in a sexy way.” Satoru leant forward, almost touching noses with the dark haired male. He really had no regards for personal space.

“Wait til the girls find out you’re a huge softy underneath.” Satoru laughed.

The tan stripper on the stage descended down the steps, wrapping up her routine and passing the two of them. Satoru pulled his shades down, winking at the girl, and handing her a generous tip. He watched her swoon a bit before running off, bra full of singles.

“Candy, you’re on next.” Tasty called out to you as she entered the locker rooms. You were intently positioning your false lashes on in the mirror. You heard all the girls bustling on about some attractive men who were tipping nicely tonight as you got ready.

You hum in response, bending down and adjusting your straps on your shoes.

“He winked at me, he winked at me!!!!” Tasty said, fawning with the other girls who were peaking out the doorway.

“Girl, you have to see this. They’re the hottest guys I’ve ever seen.” Tasty cooed at you.

“They’re so tall. I got so shy and ran off. I’m sure the one with the sunglasses was flirting with me. I’m gonna go give him a dance, I just needed time to collect myself.” The tanned skinned girl held her cheeks in her hand as she spoke.

“Tasty’s got a crush hmmm?” You say smugly before standing up straight. You look at the hundred dollar bill sticking out of her bra amongst the many singles. You raise an eyebrow at her before you take both of your breasts in your hands, doing a jiggle test to see if they’d pop out your body suit.

“You’ll have a crush too as soon as you see them.” Tasty rolls her eyes. You’re barely intrigued. You’d been infatuated with the same man since high school, and no one could compare to him.

Granted, the both of you weren’t actually dating, nor do you believe he had any idea about your affections or actually reciprocated them. He would occasionally flirt with you, but do not be mistaken— he was a complete asshole. You often rejected his advances, telling him to fix his off putting attitude. This led him to tease and mess with you more, but he still loves to do his best to get you flustered all the while. You couldn’t date someone who lacked so much compassion. But even so, every time you saw him, your knees went weak.

You were partially rejecting him because you were also a busy woman, and you barely had time to fraternize with him the way you wanted to during your day job. When you both were younger and went to school at the academy, he actively made you feel like you were losing to him because he was such a prodigy. Being on his team really sucked because even though you were producing proficient results, standing beside him only made you look just above average.

“Let’s see what this is all about.” You say, strutting towards the huddle your co workers created in the hall. You worm your way through, getting a glimpse of the two men that had everyone’s hormones in a frenzy.

“Oh no.”

You watched as the white haired narcissist threw his head back in laughter, conversing flirtatiously amongst the other waitresses and dancers that crowded around him.

Fucking Gojo Satoru.

“Oh no, no, no.”

Impossible. You were upset that you’d know that laugh of his anywhere. Not to mention his hair made him stick out like a sore thumb.

The only person who knew of your double life was Shoko. And Shoko wouldn’t tell a soul.

Beside Satoru was a seemingly mellow Geto Suguru, grinning softly towards all of the women around them.

You sought death. That was the only way out of this situation- on a stretcher, covering your face and body and keeping your anonymity.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” You say, squatting all the way down to the floor and crawling back into the locker room, praying not to be seen.

“Candy, girl, are you okay?” Your stage manager peered down at you as you slumped behind the love seat in the corner.

“Those guys out there— the two of them work at my day job.” You mutter, burying your face into your knees.

“You know them?!” Tasty interjects.

“Unfortunately,” you nodded. “And the white haired one likes to mess with me a lot.”

“You wanna go home early?” Your manager asks. You had bills to pay, and but quite honestly, one day wouldn’t hurt.

But for some reason you couldn’t help but feel like you’d be allowing him to win somehow by doing that. It was silly- he had no idea of your existence here so this was hardly considered a competition. But this was your space, and you refused to be forced to cower within it.

You stand up, scanning the room for something unique to wear.

“I’m not letting that bastard ruin my bag. I’m getting my money tonight.” You sway towards the vanity, discovering a silk blindfold with eye sockets. You wrap the cloth around your eyes, adjusting it so you can see properly.

“Are you sure?”

“Yup.” You say confidently, fluffing your hair in the mirror. Besides, it’s only one night, you thought.

You walk out of the prep room, walking towards the steps of the stage. You walked right past the two of them, feeling so many eyes on you as you slowly ascended the stairs.

Both their heads shifted towards you, the sound of pre-cheers and compliments from regular customers ringing with your every step.

“This is Candy.” The host spoke into the loudspeaker. “All the boys want a piece of her. She’s the sweetest dancer here, and she’ll make you forget all your troubles with her playful smile. This week, Candy currently ranks number one in our private dancer line up.”

You were above the two gentleman who were posted up in the front of the stage. Just how did these fuckers find this place? You looked down at the two of them, like a queen looking towards her subjects. You started your routine, smiling your signature smile just like you always did. You wrapped your hands around the pole, swinging your body. The cheers and music rang through your ears. Dollars were being thrown at you, but you were so distracted by two of them.

The both of them had been eyeing you just like everyone else, but you couldn’t help but feel self conscious anyways. You swayed your hips, swooping down elegantly to pick up some of the money while you danced, offering winks to some gentlemen in the crowd. Your eyes caught on Satoru, whose sunglasses were tilted slightly downwards. Your eyes nearly met, and you swiftly shifted your gaze towards Suguru. He really dragged you here, you thought. Poor Guru-san.

You watched as Satoru threw a generous wad of singles towards you. You refused to pick it up.

It was a 10 minute set before you would go around and flirt with other customers. You eventually collected your earnings before you gracefully walked down the steps, flipping your hair.

“Candy~” The bastard called out towards you.

You didn’t want to turn around, but you did anyway, breasts bouncing full of bounty.

“That’s for you,” he cheekily handed you a folded wad of cash. You felt the thickness of the money between your fingers. You almost wanted to give it back to him and walk away. Unfortunately, it was custom to lurk around customers who tipped that generously. Your eyes shifted towards Suguru, who had been subtly ogling your breasts.

“Thank you.” You smile plasticly, which you don’t normally do. You were typically and genuinely nice to customers. Most of them abided by the no touch rules and were decent.

“What brings you both here?” You say, leaning on the banister, breasts in full view.

“It’s my buddies birthday.” He grinned. “I wanted him to get a private dance with this weeks number one dancer, or Tasty, if she’s not too busy.”

Your eyes panned over to Suguru, who honestly didn’t look like he wanted a dance from you. You knew better though, not all customers were forward like that, so you didn’t take it personally whatsoever. You even contemplated going to get Tasty to take your place, but something in you made you want to dance near Satoru. Knowing you could rub your hot body in his face and he couldn’t touch you turned you on just a bit. You had no idea where this power complex of yours was stemming from.

“Sure,” he had already paid you more than what the dance costed. “So do you wanna stay out here or go for a private one? I’m fine with whatever, baby.”

You could’ve cringed at yourself, calling your childhood friend baby. You tucked the wad of cash into your body suit. There was enough money here to pay for either kind of dance, possibly two of them.

“I’m good actually.” Suguru says, taking a seat on the sofa. Your eye twitches a bit, and you looks towards Satoru.

“Sugu-chan’s just shy. He couldn’t stop talking about how good you looked.” The white haired male waved his hand. It must’ve been true, because the blush on Suguru’s face was something you could’ve burst out laughing at. Keep it together (Name), you thought.

He was so reserved and gentlemanly at work. You never would’ve guessed he could look this worked up about getting a dance from a beautiful woman. You sit beside him, crossing your legs.

“If what he said is true, thank you. I’ve done my best to perfect that routine.” You said proudly, shifting your body towards him. “Do you really not want a dance?” You ask again, completely ignoring Satoru, who had been going on about something.

Suguru shifted in his seat, and he was obviously trying not to look at your breasts when you squeezed them together with you arms like that.

“I guess I wouldn’t mind one.” He breathed out. You smiled at him before standing up and spreading his legs a bit. You danced in between them, while he laid back and admired you. Satoru sat on the other end of the couch while another dancer attempted to make a pass at him. He accepted her offering, tipping her nicely as well. While she danced for him, you could feel his eyes burning a hole through your back.

You whipped your ass a round, graciously showing Suguru what you had going on. You were feeling mortified on the inside considering he was your childhood friend. However, he was undoubtedly good looking. A little part of you found some sort of sweet satisfaction showing yourself to him like this. He didn’t seem to know it was you, casually sipping while he watched you do your thing.

Your eyes met Satoru’s, who had been peering at you through the body of your fellow dancer. He could feel himself getting aroused at your womanly form, shifting in his seat. He found it hard to focus on the lap dance he was getting from the lovely woman in front of him.

So this is what she’s really like, he thought to himself.

He had been staring for so long your were getting spooked. Did he realize it was you?

For God sake’s, please no.

He offered you a wink and smirked devilishly before going right back to giving his attention towards his current dancer. Your blindfold was your safety shield, and if he stripped that away from you, you would quit your day job and the go find work in a different club.

After some time, you and your partner finished, receiving generous tips yet again.

“Thank you Candy~” Satoru hummed, thanking you on Suguru’s behalf. You waved goodbye, before going towards a new set of customers. He never did stop staring at you that night. Not until you completely removed yourself from the floor. Once your shift was nearly over, and you needed a breather, you seeked refuge back in the prep room.

“I’m glad that’s over,” you sighed, sinking your body into one of many beauty chairs. You decided you had made enough money for the night, removing your blindfold and setting it down on the vanity. Tasty trailed in moments after, swooning excitedly.

“What’s up with you?” You ask, removing your earrings as well.

“I got the dark haired ones number.” Tasty squealed. You were happy for her, considering Suguru was always a decent guy growing up.

“He’s not bad,” you throw your head back, throwing your hair out of your face.

“It’s the other one I’m particularly wary of.” You say, attempting to tie your hair into a ponytail.

“Oh yeah! The white haired one told me to give this to you.” Tasty tore another piece of paper from her bralette.

You stared at the folded strip between her fingertips before anxiously grasping it with your own. You unfolded the thing, eye twitching in agitation.

Call me, if you want ;) XXX-XXX-XXXX

This motherfucker.

#gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru #jujutsu kaisen #jjk gojo #jjk x reader #gojo smut

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ciggylungz · 5 years ago

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Mark My Territory

Blurb night: 3.2k

(Request:harry and y/n having yatch sex and blurry pap pics get out ***) + (request: Jealous possessive Harry angsty/angry smut !!! Plsss hehe thank you ❤️)

Warnings: face spitting, painal, dominant Harry, pain kink, humiliation kink, degrading talk, mentions of other fetishes and lots of hardcore brutal smut with an appetizer of angst

Harry has always been depicted as a ‘womanizer’ , a lady killer and all other words for it, yet the people who actually have dated him know truly he’s a romantic. He isn’t a man who only flirts to get his cock sucked then leaves, he’s not a serial cheater or big ladies man. He’s truly a deeply caring, loving man and Y/n was lucky enough to be his and experience that. Yet she couldn’t deny, if Harry had one flaw within relationships it was his undeniable jealousy that could worm it’s way into his mind when he felt someone was getting a little too friendly with his girl. The man was protective and admittedly a bit possessive of his girlfriends, and while it could be appropriate at times it also could be a argument starter at other, however to y/n- angry, possessive Harry was more sexy than scary. Sometimes she may or may not bite back when he tells her who she belongs to, who’s boss and maybe, just maybe she does it to see him get riled up and take the extra step to show her that she belongs to him.

Right now Y/n has found herself in possessive Harry’s fit, they were on a little get away vacation and currently on a Yacht sailing on Jamaican waters. It was beautiful and peaceful, yet tempers rose when Harry thought the man who delivered the booze for the bar was getting a bit too cheeky with his girl.

Y/n though didn’t really notice his behavior as flirty, so it wasn’t like she was reciprocating it in the slightest but she may or may not be pushing a few of Harry’s buttons to see him get all bossy and protective over her. usually that ends with good rough sex, sloppy, dirty and so fucking hot.

“Harry! It’s not a big fucking deal why are you so mad?! He’s not even here anymore! I didn’t pay attention it’s not like when he tried to get cheeky I whipped my tits out for him. God you’re being annoying.” She was putting her sassy bratty act on, one she knew often didn’t end well for her- or rather her windpipe and cervix- both of which typically end up bruised and sore from his hand wrapped around her throat and his cock purposely smashing into it just because he knows how bad it can hurt- and bad girls need to be punished. Sometimes punishment hurts.

“Don’t talk back to me Y/n. The dude was practically eye fucking you, and you didn’t stop it! And showing him your tits? Really? You mentioning exposing yourself, why? Were you thinkin’ about doing it? That top barely cover’s yeh so how do I know you weren’t tryin’ to sneak him an eye full when my back was turned?” his tone was daring, deep and serious. He wasn’t playing around, he was like a dog protecting his territory. When he saw Y/n roll her eyes he marched towards her, his body towered over hers and his glare was threatening. The girl stood her ground though, wanting to see just how far she could push it.

“Oh shut up! You act like I dropped to my knees for that guy! Harry do you hear yourself? The man was like 70! If laying his eyes on a pretty young woman made his day, then I don’t care. It’s not like I was handing the geezer Viagra so he could get it up for me when you were in another room. Shut the fuck up already, I want to enjoy myself.”

She flipped him off before hopping into the pool, letting her entire body submerge to try and cool off her frustrated body. She didn’t have the patience for his tough guy act right now, he was being ridiculous.

When she made it back to the surface of the water she swam towards the railing on the side of the pool, leaning her body against the glass while she floated in the water, her peaceful swim was soon interrupted by a body forcing hers to turn around. Harry was standing in the pool, chest to chest with his girlfriend and he was not fucking happy with her. His eyebrows raised while he pinched her chin between his fore finger and thumb forcing her to look back at him.

“You think that little attitude you pulled back there was cute? Let me give yeh a little refresher since you seem to have forgotten important information.”

She then felt his free hand grope her left breast, roughly so the pain forced her to notice the area and pay attention to the body part-

“These tits, belong to me. No one else should be able to get a good view at them, it seems you’ve forgotten that. And this-“ the man brought his hand up to cradle the back of her head, tugging her hair harshly before continuing “- head, should only be thinking about my fucking cock. The thought of another guys prick, no matter if they’re an old creep like him, should never be inside that pretty little head of yours. You use that pretty brain to think about me. That pretty face is for me to look at, kiss, fuck and use as my cum rag. Or have you forgotten that as well?” when she only answered with big doe eyes getting into her submissive state under his spell of filth he took an opportunity to yank her locks yet again and raise an eyebrow. “You gonna answer me, or are you going to keep lookin’ at me like a brain dead whore that only I can make you?”

A muted whimpered moan came from her mouth before she spoke, “Belong to you, I’m yours Harry.” Her throat suddenly felt a bit dry, words coming out a tad bit sandy which the man noticed. “Wha’s the matter? Throat gone dry? Yea?-“ Y/n nodded never letting their gazes part “-here, let me help.” He used the fingers latched on her chin to force her mouth open, collecting his saliva before spitting it directly into her mouth with a filthy aggressive ‘spat’ noise. He kept his gaze on his spit as he watched it slide down her throat seeing the muscles constrict when she swallowed it fully, a desperate whine coming out of her next.

“Still thirsty, love? Throat still dry? Open-“ she complied immediately, sticking her tongue out and letting him project another collection of spit into her mouth before deciding to get filthy with her, dribbling little bits of spit on her still out tongue seeing some drip onto her chin which gave him another prompting to really make her feel dirty like her behavior was asking for, he pulled back closing her mouth for her and spat directly onto her face.

Y/n gasped a bit, of course her and Harry had done every dirty thing you can imagine. Vanilla was not in their vocabulary when it came to sex, they’d done everything from voyeurism and taboo roleplays to experimenting with knives and pee play, so this wasn’t the first time he’s spit on her face, she just wasn’t expecting it that time. Harry had watched as it started to roll from her nose and drip, her tongue darting back out of her mouth to collect the falling spit swallowing it greedily.

“I think you’re starting to remember how things work aren’t ya? You’re my little girl, you even drink from me don’t yeh? Let’s do some more refreshing, this right here-“ Harry’s large palm migrated to cup her bikini covered cunt giving it a harsh squeeze making sure to pinch her lips between his fingers for a little bit of pain added to the grip. “-this darling little cock sleeve, also is mine. I own your pussy, sweetheart. Now let’s hear you say it, go on use that little brain for m’”

Y/n was practically a puddle of mush at this point. She loved being roughed up, degraded and treated rather harshly during sex. She loved when he’d participate in that kink of hers since Harry himself thinks very highly of women, so he’s not often giving her the full ‘you’re a stupid fuck doll’ treatment. This was a treat for her, getting him so riled up he was being extra rough even verbally.

“I belong to Harry, my body is yours.” A needy whimper followed her words, hands holding onto his flexed biceps just needing to feel her man, his dominance amplifying her needy nature and submissive tendencies. The man cooed at her, giving her a little smile. “Good girl, now what else do yeh need to say to m’? hmm?”

“I’m sorry for being bad, I love you Hazzy” her lips puckered for a kiss, getting a few simple pecks from him as a reward yet she wanted more. Harry knew that fact, but he wasn’t going to cave that easily. She needed to really understand he wasn’t fucking around this time and those snotty comments about flashing herself and mentioned the old guys prick wouldn’t fly, not at all.

“I love you too, darling. I accept your apology, but you’re not off the hook yet. You were very naughty, you know better than to even mention another man getting to see what belongs to me. I don’t want to hear anything like the mess you said earlier, ever come from your mouth again. Understood?” Y/n quickly agreed, nodding her head with a ‘yes sir’ wondering where things would go from here.

“Good, now that we’re on the same page I think it’s time to move onto the consequences you’ll be facing for your behavior. Turn around.”

The girl did what she was told, the sun now starting to set as she pressed her front into the side of the pool both of their bodies still submerged in the water. She was wondering what was to come, the thrill of being outdoors already surging through her and the anticipation of whats next was killing her.

“You were awfully rude to me, petal. Not happy with yeh, so I think you’re going to get your ass fucked.”

Y/n felt her eyes go wide, she’d talked to Harry before about acceptable punishments and what she wants to receive depending on what she did. during that conversation she’d mentioned anal, but that was reserved for if she was really bad. So she knew she must have really fucking pissed him off. The girl chose anal as a severe punishment because she couldn’t come from it, and it was always painful for her but since she had a major pain kink she put it on the table of options after trying it with an ex and discovering how the sensation was a punishing one for her body.

Her head turned to look behind her, Harry flicking his eyes from the top of her spine down to where the water distorted the image of her bum. “You made me very upset, love. Hurt m’ feelings, acted like a bitch. I deserve to get off, you don’t. Goin’ ta’ use that tight little hole to teach you a lesson, and as my own personal masturbation tool for the evening. If you’re a good girl and don’t complain, I might make you feel good in the morning.”

The objectification while very much offensive in a normal setting, was unbelievably hot in this sexual one. She knew that cruel of dirty talk wasn’t for everyone, but she loved it. She loved being treated like an object after she’d been bad. She enjoyed it when Harry would use her mouth like a masturbation toy while he watched porn, not even acknowledging her when she’d been a bad girl at other times. She loved when he’d humiliate her by having her hump her pillow in front of him, somehow able to control his body enough to stay soft while he watched her so the only thing she saw was his flaccid cock making her feel like a dirty girl who couldn’t get him up. It was all consensual and had been talked about. Of course she loved soft Harry too, the delicate slow way he’d lick her cunt, the loving thrusts and making love for hours on end. She loved every version of Harry in the bedroom, but right now she was getting dominant Harry and while she knew she was about to feel like she was being split in two by his cock ramming inside her ass, she was still going to love every surge of pain going through her lower half while he moaned filthy things into her ear. The fact she could get him to cum without herself getting pleasure was a strangely erotic thing for her.

Harry’s hands brought her back from her train of thought, his fingers making quick work of her bottoms letting them untie and float off somewhere in the pool whilst he turned his attention back to her body. His large palms groped at her ass, nails digging into the plump flesh as he pulled her cheeks apart every few gropes letting the cold pool water touch the opening, the sensation making her flinch slightly at first before she started getting used to the ripples of water touching a taboo place on her body.

She felt his chest press into her bare back, face tucking into her neck as he used his teeth to tug the ties of her bikini top undone, the fabric giving way to leave her completely bare in the water. She hopes to god there isn’t a group full of paps with night vision cameras up in trees or fucking hang gliding around the boat because she doesn’t think her mom would appreciate seeing her daughter in the tabloids getting railed by her boyfriend.

His damp hair tickled the bare skin of her shoulder, his lips resting on the shell of her ear while he spoke. “Don’t you dare scream, you know the safe word if yeh need to use it. Got it? No screaming, and don’t start the tears either. Be a big girl, not gonna go easy on ya’ this time princess.”

When she felt his tip start to push against her puckered hole she did everything she could to try and keep her body relaxed so it wouldn’t be nearly as much of a struggle. One of his arms wrapped around her waist to keep her still while his other hand was gripping the tip of his cock using his knuckles to keep her ass pried open a bit to put himself inside the impossibly tight hole just begging to be torn to shreds.

Her jaw clenched with her fists as he managed to ease the tip of his cock through her puckered star, her anal muscles clamping down almost painfully tight on his cock while he gripped her hips and shoved her back on him burying himself so far inside the girl he swears his tip was banging into another organ inside the girls belly. A deep groan ripped its way through Harry’s throat, the sensation was overwhelming and the power he held in his dominant role made every fiber of his being feel like it had been ignited.

He swears he could feel the blood running through his veins, hear his eyes blinking and was hyper aware of every limb and appendage he had, his cock being the part of himself that was screaming with stimulation as he massaged himself with the inner muscles of his girl. Y/n wanted to feel ashamed at how she was getting off on the pain, not feeling anywhere close to cumming or real sexual stimulation that was pleasurable, but a mental erotic feeling. The knowledge that Harry was using her body to get off, and punish her at the same time made her mentally so turned on she knew she was adding the natural slick pouring from her peach into the water, she hopes chlorine can mask the scent of pussy juice and semen or else she’ll feel a bit sorry for the pool boy who might be fishing out the spillage of Harry’s cum into the water the next morning.

“Jesus H Christ baby, your little ass is so fuckin’ tight feel like yeh might rip my cock off…fuckin’ hell I’m close. Gonna bust so deep inside you ,you’ll be seeing parts of me coming out of you for days. My slutty little girl likes to be stuffed full of my cum doesn’t she?” Y/n moaned simply at his words alone, responding with a pitiful ‘yes sir, I love you’ to his accusation. “Aw, I know you do. Like when I use yeh like a cum rag, like to feel m’ spunk leakin out of yeh. You’re such a disgusting little girl, aren’t yeh?”

Y/n let out a pained grunt mixed with a titillated moan, nodding furiously at her boyfriends words.

“Yes! Yes I’m a nasty girl, only for you. Fuck Harry, I’m yours.” She sounded pathetic, utterly pitiful and dirty. And they both fucking loved it. Harry could feel himself nearing completion, his stamina becoming weaker and his body begging to spurt his seed into the girl and with a few more harsh thrusts leaving a lingering burn to her bottom he filled her bowel with hot, sticky ribbons of his cum.

Every bit of semen held inside his contracting balls was being unloaded into her beautiful quivering body, her nipples hard as rocks between his toying fingers and her stomach slightly distended with the pressure of his prick inside her. The sight was filthy, almost offensively so. Something you see only on the dirtiest if porn sites, ones only the most depraved kinky bastards go to, Y/n was his own little hardcore porn star in this pool and he’d never felt more primally turned on in his life.

He slowly removed himself from her, certain that without the barrier of water the exit would have made a delicious ‘pop’ when the tip of his meat finally retreated from the hole. Y/n was now catching her breath, legs shaking under the water from the forced stretch of her lower muscles her body trying to regain it’s composure as her boyfriend pulled his swim trunks back over his genitals and turned her to face him pressing her naked body into his.

“Think I can trust yeh not to be so bad anymore?” His voice was no longer as gruff, he was slowly turning back into his normal self. Y/n gave him a tired nod, kissing his butterfly and hugging him tight.

“Well lets hope for your sake I can, but for my sake I wouldn’t mind getting to abuse your ass again if yeh chose to misbehave like that again.”

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castthy-nightedcolour · 4 years ago

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One-Shot: One Good Day (written as part of my series ‘don’t worry about a thing’ on AO3, link can be found at the bottom of the notes as it won’t let me embed it)

Fandom: Good Omens

Characters: GN Reader, Aziraphale

Warnings and Tags: anxiety, depression, social Anxiety, implied S/H, swearing, aziraphale loves your soul, mysterious soft guardian angel breaks into your home, soft comfort

Summary: life hasn’t been going great for you. every single thing which could have gone wrong in the last week has gone wrong and you’re reaching breaking point. miraculously, something appears in your room to guide you to safety.

Word Count: 2459

Link to original: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31055930/chapters/76720253

You stumbled through your front door, the handle of your shopping bag snapping in half as your foot made it over the threshold. You watched blankly as the bottle of lemonade rolled down the hallway and the other groceries poured themselves all over the floor, rain water dripping from your hood down your face. As you slammed the door shut behind you, the smell of disinfectant rose up from the place where the groceries were sitting and you quickly realised that there’d been a leak.

Deep breath in.

The breath makes it halfway into your diaphragm before it stumbles into a sob.

Burning in your throat as you pull down your hood and hear the water shake off onto the floor.

One wrong thing in your life always managed to form into two wrong things, then before you knew it you were drowning in a cascade of completely wrong things. Everything in the past week had gradually been getting more difficult and you now felt that if you couldn’t even go to the corner shop without everything going horribly wrong, there wasn’t much point in leaving the house at all.

Work was hell; customers were rude, you were in constant pain from walking the shop floor and folding and re-folding items that people threw onto piles, and your manager seemed to hate you more with each passing day. Because you were always working, you felt incredibly isolated from any of your friends, and your unsociable free hours prevented you from messaging anyone in complete fear that you were taking up their time.

Everything just felt dull. A pressure behind the eyes, numb hands, dead legs, a complete inability to produce even one tear. You hadn’t felt this bad in a long time and you could feel yourself spiralling quickly towards catastrophe.

You stepped over the pile of groceries on the floor and edged towards your bedroom, completely ready to fall down backwards onto your bed and think yourself into a pain of solace. Water was still falling from your coat down onto your floor, leaving a trail behind you before slowly pooling together on the lino.

As you pushed your bedroom door open, you ran your right hand along your left arm, collecting freezing cold water on the tips of your fingers and in the palm of your hand. You took this hand to your face in an attempt to feel something on a face which felt like brick.

Not cold enough. Try harder.

A swift slap to your cheek had you letting out a small gasp.

Still not good enough.

You lunged towards the bed with the full intention of collapsing onto it and never getting up again. As you propelled yourself forwards, you suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder, one with a gentle but commanding touch. Although you stopped dead in your tracks, you weren’t at all scared or concerned about this other presence in the room. There was absolutely no hint of threat at all. Slowly, you turned your head to look at the hand, glancing up the arm which was clad in a pale beige overcoat. A warm voice whispered from behind you,

‘Now, don’t tell me you were going to get into that lovely warm bed in this coat?’

There was no other way to describe the voice but hug-like, embracing the dull ache in you and injecting just a hint of warmth. You didn’t reply, but slowly turned fully to get a glance at whoever the man smelling vaguely of cinnamon was.

He is almost luminous.

One hand resting lightly on your shoulder with the other holding the rogue bottle of lemonade with support from his underarm.

You took one glance at the fluffy white blonde curls on his head and immediately branded him as something ethereal, the rosy pink cheeks and beaming smile were just more evidence for this. You shivered under his light grasp, partially because you were freezing and partially because you were very overwhelmed by the sight in front of you. If this was as you thought, a visit from an angel, then surely your life would never be the same.

Or maybe you’d died?

As if reading your mind, the glowing being jumped in to reassure you.

‘I know you may be wondering what’s happening here but fear not, I’m here with good intentions. In fact, they’re the only intentions I can possibly have.’

You zoned out slightly listening to his honey soaked voice, your eyes practically glazing over at the idea of whoever this radiant being was being present in your flat which had become a complete black hole over the past week. You struggled to form any kind of sentence to articulate this, but eventually came out with one word.

‘Y/N.’ You breathed, immediately feeling like an idiot for saying it. The angel didn’t hold the same opinion on this matter, though.

‘Well, that is a simply beautiful name. It’s an honour to be in your presence, Y/N.’ He spoke. You couldn’t quite fathom why he was being so nice to you and an ominous, inky black cloud inside you was attempting to convince you that this was all some joke.

Noticing fear creeping into your eyes, the angel tightened the grip on your shoulder in reassurance.

‘It’s okay, I promise. I’m Aziraphale , I’m here to look after you for as long as you need.’ The voice, like nectar, coated your very being in what felt like love.

The angel placed the lemonade on the floor and then very slowly pulled your coat off your shoulders, constantly looking at your face for any hint of discomfort. All you could do was stand there like a lemon, a look of disbelief plastered on your face as Aziraphale lifted the coat and threw it behind him, with it seemingly now miraculously dry. As you leaned to try and peek behind him, he looked concerningly at your shivering body and took a step towards you, running one of his hands down each of your arms.

You could suddenly feel heat radiating off him as you realised that all of your clothes were sopping wet, it wasn’t just your coat. The storm outside had hit just as you’d left to go the shop, which was just the icing on the cake of the perfectly played out horrible circumstances of the week.

As the hands were run down your arms, you noticed everything become dry and fluffy, like you were suddenly dressed in fleece, but they were definitely still your clothes.

Some kind of miracle?

The reassuring voice of Aziraphale returned to the room, echoing off every wall.

‘There, now I think that’s a lot better. Won’t you sit down, Y/N?’ He gestured towards your bed and immediately, you fell backwards onto it, following his instructions as though they were law. Sitting up, you peered up at him as he moved to sit down next to you, a comforting smile still on his face. The feeling of safety was so overwhelming for you, especially compared to the chaos swimming around your body only five minutes prior. Instinctually, you kicked off your shoes, curling your legs up to the bed and sitting cross legged, turning to face the angel. You weren’t sure how to make conversation with the ethereal, it wasn’t exactly a day to day occurrence, but you ran with the situation.

‘So… well… wow I guess. This is… well it’s…. oh my god sorry, oh GOD I shouldn’t be saying God should I, not around you. I couldn’t have done this more wrong, could I?’ As the words trickled out your mouth, the familiar sense of embarrassment began to worm its way back into your soul, overriding whatever comfort Aziraphale had placed there previously. You were slightly shocked to glance at his face and notice the smile still plastered on it.

‘Please, lovely Y/N, there’s no need to apologise. Say whatever you need to say, I’m here to listen. I’m all yours.’ He beamed.

Something still isn’t adding up. There isn’t a chance that someone would be this nice to you out of choice, this must be a joke.

With your thoughts beginning to spiral again, your breathing was working its way into something between a pant and one long, continuous breath. Aziraphale noticed this sudden change, and placed one hand on your back and began to very gently rub.

‘Shhhhh, it’s okay now. What’s going on here? What’s happened?’ His voice rang like a bell in your head. Your breathing came to a complete halt.

No one’s every asked you that before, have they?

The angel realised that your ribs were no longer rising and falling. All he had to do was say the words ‘please breathe’ before you took one big sigh. Glancing down at the floor, you weren’t really sure how to even answer him. Did you mention your manager? Or was he more bothered about the fact that you’d barely eaten for three days, and the only shopping that you had managed to get yourself was now doused in disinfectant? Maybe he’d be able to help with your missed messages and emails.

Then again, with 43 notifications looming over you, maybe not.

As you lifted your gaze, all of your debilitating troubles culminated into two words.

‘I’m fine!’ A false chipper tone rang through your response as the angel furrowed his brow.

‘Well, now, and please don’t think me rude here Y/N, but I think that may be just a teeny-weeny lie.’

You both sat staring at each other for a few seconds as you let that sit with you. Interestingly, you swore that you could see sunlight on his face despite the fact that it was absolutely pissing it down outside. Eventually, you worked up the courage to respond.

‘Well, yeah. A little bit maybe but on the whole, I’m okay! It’s just my manager is really onto me at the moment which means that I can’t really concentrate so I’m having to stay long hours at work…’

As you spoke, the chain of events spilled out your mouth in a fountain of truth. You got to the point where you couldn’t stop talking, laying out an entire map of problems for Aziraphale to navigate his way across. By the time you were talking about the build-up of notifications on your phone, tears were running down your cheeks, with Aziraphale swiftly reaching across to wipe them away. He watched on as you spoke, an almost pained look in his eyes. He couldn’t bear to see a human soul so torn up, especially because of other humans.

With words falling out of you so easily, both you and the angel were a little taken aback when you stopped yourself mid-sentence.

‘I’ve been coming home and I’ve just been sitting here and thinking, and thinking before eventually-‘.

Aziraphale looked as though he expected you to carry on for about a second, until he grasped exactly what you were talking about. He couldn’t help but getting choked up at the idea of such a beautiful soul being driven to destroying the vessel which was carrying it, and this was all he needed to hear. With both force and care, he threw his arms around your shoulders, allowing your head to rest in the crook of his neck.

‘I’m going to sort this all out for you, Y/N. I can’t bear to think of you being so unhappy when you deserve the world, and everything beyond it.’

Before you could even protest with any idea that he may have been exaggerating, you felt a whimper leave your body which felt like it had been sitting there for centuries. Being held, being listened to, being cared for was something so alien to you, so overwhelming.

As you sat still in the angel’s grasp, you could physically feel worries lifting off your shoulders. You wondered for a moment how this was even possible, before remembering that you were spilling your problems out to an angel.

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Turns out, Aziraphale really did sort it all out for you. A cheeky little rat infestation in the local shopping centre meant that the shop where you worked was forced to close for a few days, plus your manager had been taken out by a freak case of a rare tropical virus so they weren’t going to be able to leave their house for a couple of weeks.

Your fridge was fully stocked, every surface in your house was shining and a glass of lemonade complete with ice and a little slice of lemon was sitting on the side waiting for you when you returned from a bath which had driven every ache from your body. The angel was leaning against the fridge, reading a copy of Frankenstein which you’d forgotten that you even owned. You stood in the doorway of your kitchen in a fluffy robe, feeling a smile sit on your face for the first time in a while. The angel suddenly noticed your presence and glanced up, beaming at you.

‘Enjoying that?’ You asked, pointing your head towards the book. He held it up.

‘Takes a while to get going, doesn’t it?’ He responded, a quizzical look on his face. You giggled at this, slowly walking over to take the glass of lemonade. The angel watched on as you took a sip from it, the bubbles rising to your nose and making you sneeze. As you put the glass down, you fully turned to him.

‘Thank you, Aziraphale. For everything you’ve done for me.’

‘Oh, we’re not done yet my dear. I’m here for you until the end. Unfortunately one good day won’t be enough,’ he walked closer to you and grabbed both of your hands.

‘But it’s a brilliant place to start.’ He finished. You beamed up at him, but still with some concern sitting on your face.

‘What about when my manager gets better? I’m really not sure I can ever face them again, I-‘ Before you could begin catastrophising, the angel gently placed one finger on your lips. He then squeezed the hand entwined with his.

‘As I said, I’m here for you until the end. There’s many miracles for you, dear Y/N. Let’s just get through today, okay? We can battle tomorrow when it arrives. For now, I think that it’s time my food expertise should come out and that you should take a seat while I prepare the best meal of your life. Now, let’s see…’ He moved away from you, beginning to rummage in each cupboard and your fridge for ingredients. Naturally, you seemed to drift towards your sofa, as if being led.

Must be a miracle. For an angel, he sure can tempt you.

#good omens #good omens fic #aziraphale x reader #reader insert #comfort fic #aziraphale loves your soul #guardian angel #gender neutral reader #good omens one shot #good omens x reader

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Day 5 Flufftober: “Watching the sun rise” • gen obikin • 1.1k words • Read on ao3

While on another planet for a mission, Obi-Wan wakes Anakin up for an early morning hike and a sunrise.

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"Just a little further."

"That's what you said… a mile ago," Anakin huffed, securing his pack once more on his shoulder. He scowled when Obi-Wan just laughed.

They continued scaling the slope of the mountain slowly. No using the Force, Obi-Wan had clearly stated. How else is one to clearly see the local flora and fauna if you pass by too easily and quickly? Anakin had rolled his eyes then. But he still hadn't decided if it was because of the ungodly hour in which Obi-Wan had awoken him or Obi-Wan’s propensity to pick up things, like worms, to study.

"I promise, my dear… almost there," Obi-Wan finally added.

Anakin focused on Obi-Wan’s form as his eyes continued to adjust to the slowly-changing light. Everything around them was still bathed in pre-dawn's soft purples and blues. He didn't know exactly what flora and fauna he was supposed to see in the dark.

He also still didn't know exactly what they were doing. Obi-Wan wouldn't give him specifics, he only said, 'Get dressed, we're climbing a mountain!' then leaned over to give Anakin a quick peck on the cheek. Anakin groaned into his pillow as the older man disappeared from his tent as quickly as he had arrived.

Anakin grumbled again. Obi-Wan was damn lucky he loved him so much.

As they continued their trek, the light shifted to lighter blue tinted with faint orange. He looked around, finally able to catch more of the flowering plants that guided their path. There were bright pink, yellow, and orange flowers the likes of which he'd never seen. He quickly knelt and picked a yellow one, a ring of orange and red spread out from the center, reminding him of a sun burst. He clutched the flower tight and jogged to catch up.

"Obi-Wan, I'm hungry," he whined as he got close to his former master.

Obi-Wan chucked, "I know, I can hear your stomach from here." He looked back at Anakin and smiled, "I promise, almost there."

He was at least right this time. Ten more minutes and they were finally cresting the slope and stepping out onto a flat, rocky outcropping with one of the most stunning views he had ever seen.

Obi-Wan walked to the edge then stopped, dropping his pack to the ground. Anakin came to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with him, doing the same.

The planet stretched out before them, dotted with lush verdant forests, a sparkling deep blue lake, and another single mountain peak off to the left. The valley below was partially obscured by low, wispy clouds in places, but it didn't matter because the view was still spectacular.

The system's sun was just barely peeking over the horizon, painting the sky now in yellows, oranges, pinks, and closer to Obi-Wan and Anakin, a blue that Anakin thought only Obi-Wan’s eyes could rival.

He exhaled and turned to look at his old master. His eyes were closed, no doubt he was in some kind of meditation. He hiked all the way up here and was going to miss this? He was about to elbow him, but then Obi-Wan turned, the morning rays hitting his hair just right, and it glinted copper and gold. It nearly took his breath away.

Obi-Wan looked at him and smiled, eyes crinkling at the corners. What could Anakin do but return the smile?

He swallowed. "I thought you were about to miss it all," he teased in a shaky voice.

Obi-Wan just shook his head then took in the landscape once again. "No, just merely taking a moment." Then he crouched low and sat down next to his pack, opening it and rummaging through. Anakin dutifully sat next to him, grateful for the rest.

Anakin pulled out his canteen. The water he had collected from the stream over an hour ago was still ice cold and wonderfully refreshing. Obi-Wan took out a thermos and a small package. He removed the cap, which doubled as a small mug and poured the caf. He handed the cup to Anakin who was delighted to find it still steaming.

He made a very contented sound in the back of his throat as he drank. Campfire boiled caf had never tasted so good.

Obi-Wan then handed him some dried meat, a round purple fruit, and two bread rolls with a small jar of honey. "Breakfast," he grinned.

"Ah, excellent, I'm starving," Anakin said, tearing into one of the rolls. Obi-Wan chuckled.

They sat in companionable silence in the cool mountain air as they enjoyed their breakfast and the rising sun. They hardly ever got gentle, quiet moments like this anymore. Anakin had seen many sunrises in his life, spanning many different planets - but this one he hoped to remember for some time.

He turned to Obi-Wan. "Thank you," he breathed out, sure that if he was any louder he would disturb the delicate balance of nature surrounding him.

"For what, my dear?" He knew—he just wanted to hear Anakin say it.

He waved his hand in a broad sweeping motion. "All of this. For waking me up early. For forcing me to come along on your little hike." Obi-Wan huffed a laugh. Anakin looked down between his knees, searching for the yellow flower he had plucked on the trail. When he found it, he tucked it gently behind Obi-Wan’s right ear, "There."

Obi-Wan reached up and touched the petals, careful not to disturb its placement. "I see you did enjoy some of the flora then."

"Not as much as I enjoy you," Anakin said leaning in for a kiss.

Obi-Wan groaned, "Anakin… we still need to work on your flirting." Anakin just chuckled and their lips met in a sweet kiss, warm and tasting of caf and honey.

When he finally pulled away, he smirked. "It worked though, didn't it?"

Obi-Wan shrugged with a grin, "I guess."

Obi-Wan took another sip from the thermos then situated his pack so it sat on the ground behind him. He laid back, using it as a pillow, and stretched out his arm as an invitation for his old padawan. Anakin accepted it gladly, laying his head on Obi-Wan’s shoulder and nestling close as he wrapped his arm around him.

"The guide had said this was the spot to view a breathtaking sunrise," Obi-Wan finally said. "And she was right." Anakin delighted in the soft rumble he felt against his cheek. "We have a little bit before we have to go back—let's just rest a moment." He nodded against Obi-Wan’s chest, feeling the closest to pure contentment and peace he had felt in quite some time

#my writing #flufftober2021 #fluff #it's just straight fluff kids #obikin #obi wan x anakin #obi-wan kenobi #anakin skywalker

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