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i hate people who think theyre so cool for not liking or refusing to engage in insanely popular things like has it occurred to you that it might be insanely popular……… because its good?
#you can still have your niche interests youre not gonna die if you love something that millions of people also love#this is about wednesday like if its not your vibe ok then watch something else but stop being like I WILL NEVER!!! WATCH THIS!!!#i see this with literally every show and every artist and ever book#like call me fucking crazy but if a show becomes super popular and its of a genre i like im gonna watch it??#and if i dont like it then ill stop watching it how CRAZY!!!#also i saw someone say ‘im not falling for that queerbait’ YALL JUST BE SAYING ANYTHING THESE DAYS HUH#TWO GIRLS OR GUYS THAT WOULS BE CUTE TOGETHER BUT ARENT CANNONICALLY QUEER DOESNT MEAN ITS QUEERBAIT#IT JUST MEANS YOURE GAY#so glad i wasnt dumb as hell in 2016 when the entire world was talking about a new show called stranger things#and decided to watch it instead of thinking im so cool for refusing to watch it#i saw one gifset and was like ‘that looks good’ and i watched it that night#and do not even get me started on people doing this with taylor oh my god#wednesday#byler#taylor swift
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SEASONS
⤻ pairing. popular!sunghoon x shy!reader (ft nishimura riki and hanni from nwjns)
⤻ genre. fluff, hints of angst, brother’s best friend to lovers trope (reader is heeseung’s sister) forbidden love kinda
⤻ synopsis. park sunghoon, the notorious playboy who just so happens to be your brother’s best friend, was off limits. heeseung had made it clear to you during your freshman year of high school, and the rule still hasn’t changed even when entering your senior year. but what lee heeseung doesn’t know won’t hurt him right?
author’s note: wrote this out of boredom after listening to seasons by wave to earth 🥹 i love that song with all my heart. riki is so unserious lmao i love him. COMMENTS & REBLOGS are always appreciated 🤞
“he’s off limits,” heeseung says as he swings by your desk, watching as you scrolled through your Instagram feed, a post of sunghoon’s passing by. “i saw you stalk him, you know.”
“i wasn’t stalking him.” you say, shooing your older brother away. “geez, have you gotten crazier since you’ve left for stanford?”
“first of all, i’m not crazy.” he flicks your forehead, deciding to be the annoying older brother he was and rummage through your things. “and i’d like to see you get into stanford yn, i really would. instead of being boy crazy with your psychotic friends.”
you roll your eyes at this, placing your phone down to look at your brother. “my friends are not psychotic. plus, your stupid rule about sunghoon started in freshman year of high school, can’t you let it go?”
“never.” heeseung steps off your bed. “i know him, yn. you don’t, you don’t know what he’s capable of.”
you blow the threat from your brother. if there’s one thing you’ve learned from living with lee heeseung your entire life was that ignoring him was easier than trying to pick a fight with him. he was stubborn as a bull.
heeseung and sunghoon became friends in the fifth grade after your family had moved, and he ignored your presence up until junior year of high school, where he ruffled your hair when you congratulated him on his graduation.
“thanks little lee,” he says, and it’s all park sunghoon has spoke to you, which hurt knowing that you’ve practically tried everything since middle school for him to acknowledge your existence.
“YN!” your mother calls from the kitchen. “oh gosh, i forgot to pack heeseung his lunch! can you drive to the university?”
your cheeks puff out, which makes riki who was currently on your phone screen, laugh.
“yah, listen to your mother lee yn,” riki snickers. “i’ll come with. i need to get out of my house anyway.”
you roll your eyes at his self invitation, hanging up as you quickly run down to grab heeseung’s lunch from your mom and your keys.
yn on top☝️
be ready in 5 nishimura, im omw
nishishi
ok.
yn on top ☝️
dry ass
“get in loser!” you call out. nishimura riki pulls his black shades down, eyebrows furrowed.
“the hell you call me?” he jokes, opening your passenger car door.
he starts to buckle his seatbelt as you drive, taking a sip from your stanley. “so why are you so excited? wait—i know why. you get to see park sunghoon in action!”
“yah!” you slap his shoulder with your free hand, turning the music a bit louder so you couldn’t hear him.
“oh don’t turn up the music because you can’t handle the truth. you just wanna see your brother’s hot best friend.”
“can you blame a girl?” you say, lips out in a pout. “maybe now that i’m 18, they’ll take me seriously.”
“nobody takes you seriously, y/n.”
“nishimura riki, you have 5 minutes to get out my car.”
turns out, nishimura riki did not get outside of your car. for a boy who was on the varsity track and swim team of your high school, he refused to walk the 3 miles that was left to go to the university.
“you almost forgot his lunch idiot,” riki laughs, handing heeseung’s lunch to you. “imagine you approach sunghoon thinking you’re all cool and then he asks why you’re here and you don’t even have your brothers lunch to defend you.”
“do you always wish death upon me?” you give him the stink eye, pulling him by his hands.
“little lee, did not expect to see you here.”
you knew that voice from anywhere, and you were almost afraid to turn around to face the owner of it.
“yah little lee, i’m talking to you.” it was park sunghoon in all his glory, his hair sitting all nice and pretty as he waits for your response.
“oh! uh—where’s heeseung?”
“ouch,” sunghoon places a hand over his chest. “i greet you and the first thing you ask is where’s your brother.”
riki cackles loudly, so loud that you want to slam his mouth shut and pretend you don’t know him.
“hi park sunghoon,” he greets, extending his hand.
although sunghoon finds the tall boy a bit of a cutie by his baby face, the way he was holding onto your hand made him already seem like a threat, so sunghoon’s expression is pursed into a poker face.
“heeseung is down at the corridor,” sunghoon says, turning back to you. “do you want me to give him that?”
you nod shyly, handing the lunch to sunghoon who smiles. “aish, the kid got into stanford and he’s still making his mom make his lunch?”
you could feel riki’s hand loosen from yours, his attention caught on two students who were currently dancing on the other side of campus.
“be right back!” he exclaims, running off to watch them.
“this jerk,” you whisper underneath your breath, smiling when you make eye contact with sunghoon again.
“he’s quite the character, isn’t he?” sunghoon questions. “who is he?”
he says that in such a bitter taste that makes your stomach flip, wondering why he was suddenly upset.
“nishimura riki, he transferred to hybe high from japan just this year. he’s really sweet but very chaotic.”
“ah,” sunghoon clicks his tongue. “is he your boyfriend?”
your words almost get caught in your throat, obviously shocked by sunghoon’s straightforward question. “what?! no!”
“oh,” he smiles. “that’s good little lee.”
“you should just call me y/n,” you groan. “little lee sounds so stupid.”
“it’s not stupid,” sunghoon says, flicking his hand. “it’s cute.”
“really?”
“like you.”
before you could even process it, riki’s already running back to the two of you, excitedly telling you about the amazing dance program stanford has to offer.
“let’s go! i have to go home and submit an application to stanford!”
sunghoon raises an eyebrow at the excited tall boy who was currently grabbing you, sending you a small wave and smirk when your eyes plead for him to rescue you.
“see you soon little lee.”
“YAH! ARE YOU AN IDIOT?”
“HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU IT WAS AN ACCIDENT?!”
you were currently scolding the japanese boy for ruining your chances with sunghoon earlier.
“it is not my fault lee yn!” he says, puffing out his chest. “plus, the dancers say there’s a party this weekend at stanford and they’ll sneak us in. we have to go, you can see sunghoon hyung again and i can see them!”
you pursed your mouth into a thin line, riki awaiting anxiously for your answer.
“let’s say i do wanna go, heeseung would never let me go to a college party, especially not with a boy like you!”
riki clasps his hand over his chest and pretends to fall over in pain on your bed. “how could you say that?! i’m a great guy. cmon yn, you can’t let your older brother dictate your entire life, you’re 18 now!”
although riki has said a million of stupid things, he was right about this. you were eighteen, and you didn’t need your older brother ruining your chances of getting a boyfriend.
“okay,” you say, watching as riki’s eyes lit up. “let’s go. who are your dancer friends?”
the weekend had came by quicker than you thought, and you waited until heeseung said his goodbyes to you so you could get dressed and do your makeup.
although you didn’t want to go overboard with the whole thing, you still wanted to impress sunghoon, because after all, there would be a bunch of prettier college girls at the party that were smarter than you in everything.
“wow.” nishimura riki’s mouth drops as he sees your dress and face. “you clean up nice lee yn!”
“thanks ri,” you ruffle his hair, which he swats away in annoyance. “let’s go, heeseung’s already there.”
“great, so are my dancer friends!”
the two of you blended in easily, riki’s height doing both of you a favor as you held hands and made your way through the crowd of dancing and drinking college students.
“little lee?” your face bumps into sunghoon’s chest, and you almost gulp when you look up at his height. “what the hell are you doing here?”
“well that’s my queue to leave!” riki chuckles nervously, throwing you a lazy thumbs up as he runs to the drink cooler.
“never will understand that kid.” sunghoon mutters under his breath. “but seriously y/n, it can be dangerous, why are you here?”
it’s the first time in forever that he’s addressed you by your first name, and you can’t help but feel giddy.
overconfident by the drinks you had pregamed with riki previously, you find yourself leaning closer to park sunghoon. “i came here for you.”
he blinks.
“here..” he states, glancing around the party. “for me?”
the confidence wore off in a second. you were now starting to get embarrassed, cursing yourself for saying such things in front of sunghoon who probably didn’t even like you.
“that’s sweet little lee,” he says, eyes crinkling. “but you could get into a lot of trouble if your brother finds you, you know? he already freaks about you enough, finding you at a party at his college at night will kill him at the spot.”
park sunghoon was right, your brother would absolutely rage if he had found out you snuck out to go to a party. in some ways, he was even more strict than your mom.
“hoonie!” the voice of a girl interrupts the both of you as she makes her way over, placing a sloppy kiss against sunghoon’s cheek. she hasn’t said anything to you and you were already starting to see red.
“oh hi! i didn’t see you there!” she extends her hand, grinning from ear to ear. “i’m hanni, president of the pi beta thi sorority!”
you notice sunghoon’s hands finding themselves around her waist. although he’s probably only doing that to stabilize her, you find yourself too jealous to speak.
“hanni, this is lee y/n, heeseung’s sister.”
“oh!” the girl gasps. “oh my gosh, i’ve heard just so much about you! you’re prettier in real life! what are you doing at a college party?”
now you can’t really keep being mad at her because she seems so genuine when she’s complimenting you.
“oh, my friend riki has dancer friends who invited us.” you say awkwardly, watching as sunghoon whispers something in hanni’s ear.
“well that’s awesome, i hope i’m gonna see you here next year!” hanni then waves her hands, parting away from sunghoon. “i’m gonna go say hi to your brother, toodles!”
you watch as she makes her way towards the outside, most likely to the pool. at least you knew where your brother was so you know how to avoid him.
“hanni is really sweet,” sunghoon says as you turn back to face him. “met her a few months ago.”
“oh really,” you say, biting the inside of your cheek. “is she your girlfriend?”
sunghoon laughs as if it’s the funniest thing in the world. “what? no—of course not. she’s just touchy when she’s drunk. she’s dating one of my frat friends, his name is yang jungwon.”
you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, happy that sunghoon was still single. after all, hanni was a pretty and nice girl, you wouldn’t be surprised if she was able to pull him.
the two of you stand in silence for a bit, sunghoon staring into your eyes with his dazed eyes. you almost want to pull him in, close the gaps between yours and his lips.
“am i stupid?” he suddenly asks, eyes still in contact with yours.
“no, why would you say that sunghoon?”
“i still like you after all this time. even when i got to college and promised myself i’d find a girlfriend and move on, you’re always still at the back of my mind.”
his confession makes you wonder if you were hallucinating, not believing that the park sunghoon who you’ve been inlove with since childhood was currently telling you he liked you.
“i..” he doesn’t let you say anything else, choosing to lean in and kiss you instead.
it’s all great and feels magical until you’re pulled back harshly, the sound of your brother’s yelling filling your ears.
“LEE Y/N? WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING AT A COLLEGE PARTY, AT NIGHT? KISSING SUNGHOON OF ALL PEOPLE? WE’RE GOING HOME!”
you want to cry in embarrassment when you realize everyone has turned their eyes to look at you, and sunghoon throws you a look of guilt and pity when he sees heeseung dragging you away.
“stop it, you’re embarrassing me.” you cry as you’re outside the party.
“me, embarrassing you?” heeseung scoffs, looking up into the sky before looking down at you. “do you know how much you’ve disappointed me tonight? first, you dress up in barely any clothes, then you sneak into a party with some japanese male exchange student, and then you KISSED MY BEST FRIEND?” you close your eyes at heeseung’s yelling, wishing for the earth to swallow you whole.
���what will i do with you?” he grumbles as he drives the two of you home. “you’re lucky mom is out of town for two days. if i drove you home like this, she would kill you. and is that fucking alcohol i smell on you lee y/n?”
you gulp, knowing full well that you probably reeked of alcohol and sunghoon’s cologne at that moment.
“i told you he was a bad influence.” heeseung says as a red light comes up, turning to you as his hands were still on the steering wheel. “he’s going to break your heart and crush it beneath his feet, and who are you gonna come crying to? me. i’ve seen it so many times before y/n, my own girl friends at college have got with sunghoon and all he’s done is crush their souls and spirits. you think you’re any different because he said a few sweet things and kissed you?”
“stop it.” you say, wiping your tears away. “you’re being mean, heeseung.”
“men like him don’t change, y/n. sure, he’s my best friend, but he’s not a good boyfriend. he’ll drop you the second he feels like you’re inconvenient.”
you let out your first sob at night as your brother pulls into your driveway. although he’s still fuming mad at you for going against all his rules, he pulls you into his chest, letting you cry it out as he rubs your back comfortingly.
“are you okay?” is the first thing nishimura riki says when he sees you at school, frowning at your bloodshot eyes. “i saw you get dragged away by heeseung hyung yesterday night. it was really loud.”
“gee, thanks.” you scowl at him, making him raise his hands in surrender.
“if it makes you feel better, sunghoon wanted to speak to you.”
your head suddenly peeks up at this, and riki almost laughs by how easily he could change your mood.
“really? even after last night?”
“mhm.” riki stabs a fork into his mashed potatoes. “but he didn’t look so happy, so if you end up crying after, i have ice cream at my house.”
you let out a laugh at the boy’s words, silently thanking the world for giving you such an unserious best friend.
and just like riki had said earlier, park sunghoon was waiting in front of your house by the time you got home.
“hey.” he says, hands in pocket.
“hey.”
“about last night,” he seems to be looking everywhere but you. “i’m really sorry about your brother.”
“it’s fine.” you say, shrugging. “he was just being overprotective as usual.”
“yeah.” sunghoon steps closer cautiously. “i meant what i said, you know. about me liking you.”
“sunghoon, i like you too.”
he nods slowly, expression still glum. “that’s the problem though. we cant be together, y/n, you know that, right?”
“why?” you breathe out. “because you want to keep playing girls at your college?”
his eyebrows furrow deeply. “what? no? i’m just—i can’t be with you!” he steps backwards. “i’ll ruin your life, you said it yourself, i play girls at stanford. what’s to say i wont do the same to you?”
“i have known you since you were 10 sunghoon!” you say, throwing up your hands exasperated. “i know you can change for the better. i won’t let you go away this easily, not when i’ve spent my entire life loving you.”
“really?” sunghoon whispers, eyes teary. “you’ve spent your entire life loving me?”
“i have.” you walk up to sunghoon, cupping his face into your hands. “and i’ll love you for my next life if i have to.”
he laughs quietly, head tilting as he admired your face.
“little lee,” he says softly. “you really are a gem, aren’t you?”
park sunghoon being park sunghoon doesn’t let you reply to his words, instead shutting you up with a long kiss on the lips.
“wow.” you say as you pull away, making the older boy giggle. “lee heeseung is so gonna kill the both of us after the life lecture he gave me last night.”
“can’t kill me if i move away to antarctica.” sunghoon smirks, watching as your expression changes in a millisecond.
“YAH PARK SUNGHOON! YOU ARE NOT MOVING ANTARCTICA AFTER JUST CONFESSING TO ME!”
#enhypen x reader#enhypen#enhypen imagines#enhypen fanfiction#enhypen fic#enhypen fluff#enhypen texts#enhypen x female reader#enhypen x y/n#enhypen x you#enhypen ff#enhypen angst#sunghoon imagines#sunghoon x reader#sunghoon x y/n#sunghoon x you#sunghoon fluff#sunghoon angst#sunghoon fanfic#niki x reader#niki imagines
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Hi I was wondering if you could make a part 2 worth the dateables for the “in another universe” fic. I just read it and it was amazing and now im crying 😭.
in another universe...
includes : diavolo, barbatos, simeon, solomon.
summary : what could have been, in a better universe.
warnings : gn! reader. angsty angst. death & mortality (solomon). prob a little ooc but shhhh. italics indicate the 'other universe.'
part one here.
DIAVOLO
...you weren't the prince of the devildom.
It was another day filled with princely duties, and another day you find yourself all alone. It was painfully empty in the large bed, and you knew you couldn't do a thing to fix it. Instead you close yours eyes and wish you could have woken up in his arms.
In a perfect world, you'd wake up in the arms of your beloved. Not Prince Diavolo, just Diavolo. You'd wake up to the feeling of kisses peppered against your face, and giggles would fill the room as you try to push him away but he won't relent. "G'morning my love," he whispers between kisses, "We gotta get up~"
"Noo," you whine, and he chuckles, pulling away to look at your cute scrunched up face. "Let's just call in sick and stay in bed allllll day." You peak an eye open to see Dia, who grins.
"Sounds like a perfect idea." And thus the day was spent burning making food, watching shitty tv drama, and cuddling- and of course kissing too.
But when you open your eyes, the coolness creeps in, and the emptiness of the room is unsettling. A knock on the door alerts you of Barbatos' presences, and he speaks from the other side of the door.
"Are you awake?... Lord Diavolo asks me to send his regards, he has another day ruling over the Devildom, and wants to let you know to not expect him until late." Pulling the sheets over your face, you decide to indulge in your fantasy world a little longer before facing the harsh reality.
BARBATOS
...i came first.
It's not that you didn't understand, no you knew perfectly well that Barbatos' job was very important and required him to be away from you for long periods of time. What you didn't understand was that he refused, almost too eagerly, a day off. Diavolo noticed he'd been working him too hard and offered a little vacation. You thought he'd take it, so he could spend what little time granted he could with you, but instead...
"I was thinking we could head to the human realm, and have a nice date there."
"Oh yeah?" You coo, leaning closer to him and grinning. "And what should we do there?" He hums, deep in thought. A nice restaurant, perhaps dancing involved, walking around a fairy-light lit park, being in each others arms. Yes, that sounded nice, and thus he informed of you such thoughts. "That does sound nice, it's a date then." You press a kiss to the corner of his lip- tease. He's quick to correct your mistake, placing a proper kiss to your lips.
"You... You rejected the offer?" Barbatos undoes the buttons of his shirt, glancing over his shoulder at you with a slight frown.
"Obviously. As much as I'd like to trust him..." He tsks and shake his head, pushing away the thought. "Nevermind. Shall we turn in for the night?" He slips into more comfortable clothing, giving you that cool, unwavering smile. Ah, you don't know how much more you can put up with this...
SIMEON
...you stayed the night.
"Goodnight." Simeon spoke in a soft, quiet voice, his smile kind. It makes your heart do somersaults. You bid him a goodnight as well, and as he goes to turn, you hesitantly catch his wrist.
"You know... You could stay the night... If you wanted." His eyes widen. Stay the night? Something inside him shifts, his eyes filling with what seems to be pity.
"I'm sorry... I can't..." He speaks, gently removing your hand off his wrist and giving you a weak smile. "Goodnight." And then he leaves, not a single glance back. Did you just ruin your friendship with five words? You just wanted him to stay a little longer, just be near you for a while more...
"Stay the night?" You nod, fiddling with your shirt. "Well... I suppose that would be okay." Your eyes widen in delight. Really? He'd stay? He chuckles at your obvious enthusiasm and allows you to drag him back into your room where you set up a spot for you to sleep on the ground.
Simeon shakes his head at this. "I'll take the floor." After a little arguing, you both end up on the bed, both too jittery with excitement of staying near your crush to properly sleep. As you try to close your eyes, try to calm your mind, however, you feel a pinkie brush against yours- and feeling a little bolder, you move your hand even closer. Eventually, your hand in Simeons, and his in yours, you both with small, dorky smiles as sleep comes for you both.
Tomorrow will likely involve a long talk.
SOLOMON
...we could grow old together.
"You're going to be the cutest grumpy old man." It was an offhand comment, something you didn't really think about, you were just teasing him... But then the mood in the air shift, and it got real quiet, and you were suddenly reminded that you wouldn't be growing old with him.
"Shit... Sorry." You, but Solomon waves his hand dismissively, forcing a smile as he claims it's no big deal. It is, though, it's an incredibly big deal. Not only feeling the despair of it, but Solomon too- if he could, he'd most definitely choose mortality with you than whatever he's got going on now.
Sitting in your own separate rocking chairs, holding hands. You reading a book while Solomon nags about 'children theses days' or something or another. Getting up and then having to help him because his knees are what they used to be. Listening to a song considered old, dancing close to each other and remembering all your beautiful memories together. Eventually dying together.
Ah... But none of that will happen. He'll eventually watch you pass away, and he'll try desperately to hold on to your memory but when your face fades away from his mind who will he become? Solomon gingerly holds back tears that sting his eyes. Damn his immortality, damn it all. He truly wishes he could give it all up for a lifetime with you- it'd truly be worth it.
#obey me x reader#obey me imagines#obey me headcanons#om x reader#om imagines#om headcanons#diavolo x reader#barbatos x reader#simeon x reader#solomon x reader#angst#om angst
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~ Beavis and Butthead headcanons!~
okay so i decided ill will post bnbh headcanons from time to time when im not posting art. The headcanons are random btw
TW: GAY PPL(/j), ANGST, GROSS STUFF, ABUSE, HOMOPHOBIA
Beavis eats his boogers, while Butthead has his own personal booger wall (behind the couch)
When they were kids, they would try to cheer each other up/ distract each other from their mothers yelling by making funny faces! Occasionally they would tickle each other as well!
Buttheads mother was absent most of the time, but when she was around she would ignore him. Refusing to believe he was her son. She would even tell him to stop calling her mom. (sobbing afterwards) But whenever Butthead cried, he received a slap on the face. "You are not allowed to cry” or "I’ll give you a reason to cry if you don’t shut up” is all she would say after hitting him. He quickly learned that expressing emotions is wrong, so he simply stopped.
Shirley on the other hand, would look after both of the kids. She was far from being a perfect mother, but there were times she would try to take care of them apart of being drunk all day. For example she occasionally would take them out to eat junk food, give them small presents like cheap action figures, making a vague attempt at showing affection. Basically trying her best at motherhood, but besides that she would often yell at them (mostly Beavis) slap them when they did something wrong etc.
Butthead was the one to learn basic hygiene even though he wasn’t a big fan of it, while Beavis struggled with it as fuck. The blonde would often use the sink/ bathtub instead of toilet, not bothering to clean after himself.
At 17 they tried to give each other stick and pokes. They ended up getting infections with the pen ink and rusty needle.
There are moments when their faces get too close, like when they're both trying to look at something on the TV or sharing a snack. Butt-Head gets flustered and pushes Beavis away, muttering something about personal space.
Sometimes Butt-Head finds himself wanting to do something nice for Beavis, like sharing his nachos or letting him choose what to watch on TV. When this happens, Butt-Head angrily tells himself to "stop being a wuss."
Beavis sometimes finds himself doing little things for Butt-Head, like saving the last chip for him or instinctively waiting for him before going anywhere. He doesn’t know why it feels important to do these things.
Butt-Head often convinces himself that whatever he’s feeling is just a phase or a result of being around Beavis too much, so he starts suggesting they hang out with others more often, though it never actually happens.
Beavis feels a strange sense of comfort when he’s sitting next to Butt-Head, often leaning in a little closer without realizing it. Butt-Head notices and tells him to back off, but deep down he doesn’t really mind.
Butt-Head is more aggressive in trying to pick up chicks than usual, using it as a way to distract himself from his growing feelings for Beavis. He convinces himself that if he gets a girlfriend, these feelings will go away.
Neither of them ever wears matching socks, not because they’re trying to be cool, but because they’ve lost so many pairs.
Butt-Head once wore the same pair of socks for two weeks straight just to see how bad they could smell. He proudly showed them to Beavis, who gagged but couldn’t stop sniffing out of morbid curiosity.
Butt-Head refuses to wash his hair more than once a month because he believes the grease gives him “natural style.” Beavis agrees.
There’s a cup in their room that has had mold growing in it for so long that it’s practically become a pet. They named the mold “Squishy” and take turns seeing who can get closest to it without gagging
They have a secret handshake that’s a combination of a high five, fist bump, and a quick flick of the middle finger, which they think is the coolest thing ever
Beavis and Butt-Head have an odd fascination with roadkill. They’ll sometimes poke at it with sticks or laugh about how “cool” it is.
Beavis sometimes wishes he was more confident like Butt-Head, not realizing that Butt-Head is just as insecure as he is but hides it better.
Beavis suffers from recurring nightmares about losing Butt-Head, being abandoned, or his mother. He tries to mask his fear with jokes, but these dreams deeply affect him.
They both have a subtle, unspoken agreement to look out for one another. When one is sick or down, the other steps in to offer support in their own way, whether it’s through humor or practical help
Beavis has a penchant for combining disgusting food items, like mixing pickles with peanut butter or dipping hot dogs in ketchup and ice cream. He genuinely enjoys these bizarre concoctions.
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OKAY so kind of part right. Naomi doesn't drive anymore, but she does work as an engineer with Williams. Her father drove rally cars in the 90s, before he lost his hand in a horrific accident. Despite this Naomi was raised around cars (her mother was a mechanic), and fell in love with driving and karting, though her dad always warned her against that life since it, by his own admission, made him absolutely miserable before permanently disabling him. She showed great promise, though, and her parents wanted to support her through it all, so long as she always aimed for better than her best.
She and Suki drove in f2 together, usually ending up vying for first place against each other. Naomi kept his advances of friendship at arms length for a long time, worried it would distract her from her father-given mission. She was a reserve driver for Alpine for a time, driving her first and last f1 race in Monaco in 2022. Eventually, she and Suki got closer, since Suki is Not one to give up trying to be friends with people, and she really did feel quite lonely. Their friendship was pretty well publicised, and for a long time, people speculated they were dating. It was racing against her that Suki had his big accident, and she witnessed the whole thing, ending up striking his car and having her own accident which, although overshadowed by the more dramatic injury served to her friend, put her out of commission for the foreseeable future.
Suki did assume she wouldn't want to be friends with him after, but she turned mostly to him for comfort. She decided herself after watching what had happened to her friend, what had happened to her, and what happened to her dad, that she just wasnt willing to risk it, especially since she, at that time, believed her chances of ever getting into f1 were extremely low, deciding instead to go to university to study engineering and help out around races for some experience. Her parents were extremely disappointed, and her father particularly blamed Suki for a while, refusing to speak to him and being generally bitter. It took some talking to from Naomi to get him to come around.
In the wake of the accident, Naomi and Suki spent a LOT of time together, and as Suki recovered and went back to driving, he was offered a place driving for Aston Martin, and their supposed relationship ended up even more publicised. With Suki not particularly wanting to stunt his growth by coming out, he just went with the lie and the two of them fake dated for basically the entirety of his rookie season. Which is funny because tho the media ate it up, literally any queer person who had ever seen Suki in person would say That Boy Does Not Like Women.
Anyways here are some pictures I've invented of her
Also she's from London. Do with that info what you will
OOOOOOH RALLY DAD (GROUP B?) THATS SO COOL. OH CHOOSING TO LEAVE RACING AND STUDY MUST HAVE BEEN A TOUGHT DECISION TO MAKE WOW. GOD THE F2 ACCIDENT MUST HAVE SHAKEN HER BADLY. THE FAKE DATING BIT IM CRYING OOOF.
Oooh I think what September was to Suki, Naomi might be to Mina (minus the whole toxic yaoi hehehe). But the most important thing
ANOTHER LONDONER (Mina is buzzing). Where in London???
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tag meme: my top 9 characters
i was tagged by @regallibellbright so with no particular order lets get into it
I have decided to not put any characters of my own here because then this list would be filled with my characters and nothing else
also only one per series since i want this to be an overall representation of my favorite characters
1.Phosphophyllite/Phos (land of the lustrous)
Phos is by far one of my favorite characters due to how they change throughout the series
also watching them suffer is what got me my permanent angst craving
phos is one of those characters that unfortunately due to being by far the most popular character in the series the fandom tends to dislike every other character in the series (particularly in this case since a lot of the other characters have mistreated phos in some way) which i think is a disservice to those characters
but phos is still my favorite
2.Blake Thorburn (Pact: Devils and Details) (no art for him because im too lazy to ask for permission to put him here and i dont want to put a piece of art on my post without permission)
ill be honest it was hard to pick if Taylor or Blake were going to be put here, since i didnt want to put two wildbow protagonists here, and while Worm was much more enjoyable for me to read i think Pact was a much more memorable story for me,
Since like blake struggled through the horrors, i struggled against decaying attention span
In general i gravitate toward fantasy stories more than superhero stories
3. Eve and aoi (birdie wing golf girls story)
hey remember a second ago when i was debating over which wildbow protagonist to put here because i didnt want to put both
Yeah fuck that these two are a pair because i love them both and refuse to seperate them
These two are genuinely one of my favorite protagonist duo's ever
like they are so funny with their insane antics and golf
4. Yuki Takamiya (thirteen sentinels aegis rim)
this one proved to be really hard to decide between Yuki, Okino or 426 since they are all favorites
i decided that it was best to fit one of the protagonists into this since it would be hard to talk about the other two without spoiling anything and needing a ton of context
from the second Yuki showed up i knew she would likely be a favorite
what i didnt expect was for her to be arguably one of the smartest characters in the game
I would say out of the protagonists she is the second smartest with Gouto being the smartest
Like i did not expect her route to be a detective story
5. Power (chainsaw man)
first person on this list who isnt a protagonist, and i did consider putting Asa instead of her and while i am undoubtedly more invested in Asa im also much more entertained by power
also i need to put one character who isnt a main character here lest i be seen as a basic bitch
6. Sayeon Lee (hand jumper)
we only have one season of her but this girl is so mentally unwell its like catnip to me
im eagerly awaiting the start of season 2
also to my surprise me reccomending vibes this webtoon caused a bunch of wormblr people to read this too so when season 2 starts i could probably talk to those people about it
7.Daan/ the doctor (fear and hunger termina)
this was a tough descision between Daan and Marina because while i love them both equally Daan has the better narrative in my head with his doomed by the narrative swag
8.Iwha (hero killer
she's cool when she murders people
9. Kikuri Hiroi (bocchi the rock)
girl who is doomed by the narrative
but the narrative is a slice of life so overall its not that bad
@n0brainjustvibes@tranz-regent@worstgirl-online i nominate you to follow in my example and list characters
Also feel free to analyse me like a lab rat for these picks in the notes
#also why is there such a clear gender divide in my faves#i did not expect that#phosphophyllite#land of the lustrous#blake thorburn#pact#pact web serial#pactblr#otherverse#birdie wing#birdie wing golf girls' story#aoi amawashi#evangeline burton#yuki takamiya#13 sentinels#13 sentinels: aegis rim#power#chainsaw man#sayeon lee#hand jumper#Daan#fear and hunger termina#Iwha#hero killer webtoon#bocchi the rock#hiroi kikuri
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Can I join your game? The song that I pick is is your bedroom ceiling bored?, while the genre would be idiots to lovers and the group that I chose is Enhypen. Thank you! 💕
CUTE okay!!!
is your bedroom ceiling bored? | jake
It's 5:34 in the morning, and you can't sleep. instead, you're staring at the ceiling trying to get your brain to shut off, but you just can't. because, like an idiot, you're wondering what jake is doing.
you figure he's probably asleep, like most people are at this hour, but that doesn't stop your mind from picturing it: the way he curls around himself on his side, his hair falling in a shaggy mess onto his forehead, half-smiling even in a dream. you shouldn't be thinking about him this way -- shouldn't be as stupidly, recklessly, embarrassingly down bad as you are. and yet...
you pull out your phone, not surprised to see not a single notification from your best friend, whose sleeping image is the one destroying your mind slowly one minute at a time. you open up your messaging app and have to scroll to find your last conversation with him, which hasn’t happened in years.
the last text he sent was the one that said, “I love you. You know that, right?” just before everything went up in flames. just before the one and only fight you’ve ever had with him. just before you stormed away from him and refused to answer the phone when he called. and this was a week and a half ago.
you start to type.
im sorry.
i miss you. can we talk?
why can’t i stop thinking about you?
ultimately, it never feels like enough. frustrated, you sit up, sliding the covers off you and moving to the window. you wrench it open, stepping out onto your roof in the cool night air, and look up at the moon sinking lower in the sky, preparing for the hints of summer sun you see on the horizon.
“hi again,” you whisper at it. “can’t sleep.”
this has become routine for you. every once in awhile your thoughts about jake rose to a volume you couldn’t keep to yourself, so you’d mount the roof and tell the moon — even if it hung thin as a fingernail in the sky. and now that you weren’t seeing jake every day, you had a lot more time to talk about him.
“i really, really miss him,” you whisper, even though you want to scream.
🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕
across town, jake stirs and wakes from a fitful sleep. his dreams are all about you these days, and it aches.
no matter how much he fights the thoughts of you, or tries to be angry, he still wakes up thinking about you every morning. he’d hoped things would get better — hoped the hole you carved in his heart would relax, would heal. instead he finds himself suffocating in the dim light from his window, so he flings it open to welcome in the sunlight that will come peeking over the skyline in seconds.
“hi,” he says softly as it shines through the open window. “any advice for me today?”
but as always, the sun says nothing, leaving him alone to think.
and think he does — about how well he knows you. how spending his time with you is the best way for him to spend it. how he doesn’t care about your excuses for why you’d be a terrible couple.
“they’re the one,” he finally decides. “they just have to be.” and he races from the window to pick up his phone.
☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️☀️
you’re still on the roof, watching the sun rise, so tired you can barely sit upright but also somehow knowing you won’t be able to make your eyes close if you go inside.
so you stare at your cellphone. you can’t even blame jake for not speaking to you. you wouldn’t want to speak to you either.
but oh, my goodness. you want to speak to him so bad. even the memory of his voice on the other end burns like an insult, like bitterness burns in your belly. you wonder if he feels the same way you do. you hope he does.
just as you make up your mind to call, his name pops up on your screen.
your heart beats — once, twice — hard in your chest before you answer it with a shaking hand. “hello?” you rasp.
“i miss you,” he says. “i’m coming over.”
for the first time in days, you smile.
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Do you like dead space? The dead space franchise?? Do you want to hear about dead space?
Last year they released a remake for the first game! Anyway my favorite game from the series would have to be dead space 2, I love the new necromorphs and the added lore to unitology and the whole thing with convergence actually being a thing. In the first game released 2008 convergence actually wasn’t a thing yet. All we knew was the marker, the necromorphs, and unitology. Which is honestly why I like dead space 2 so much. I mean also the advanced suit which is literally the coolest fucking suit EVER. Anyway, did you know that the original dead space game was actually gonna be way different? As it is now it’s a survival sci-fi horror where you play as Isaac Clarke, an engineer who is trying to make sure the entire ship (USG Ishimura) doesn’t go under since everyone is either dead or now a necromorph. More importantly he is actually looking for his girlfriend who was a nurse on the ship. How the game was originally going to be was actually how Callisto protocol is. In other words, it was going to be that you were a prisoner, but some sort of infection is going around and turning people into horrible monsters that go and kill everyone else. I’m really glad they decided to not go with that idea, because the whole thing with unitology and convergence with the added PAIN of Nicole (Isaac’s girlfriend) really makes for a great game. Callisto protocol kinda fell flat for me, the weapons were kinda lame and the fighting was a bit jank but the designs were pretty cool. Nothing will ever beat necromorphs though. My favorite of the single body necromorphs would probably be the unitologist slasher, the puker, or the stalker. The unitologist slasher in specific areas doing the unitology hand symbol thing and the fact that their faces are completely obliterated is kind of poetic given what unitology is (it’s the belief that death, conversion to necromorphs, and convergence into a sentient meat planet essentially is the final steps of evolution for humanity when in all reality it is just the brethren moons way of reproducing). I like pukers because of how severely messed up they are, their faces are hollow and their flesh is melted due to the acid they hold their lungs. It’s twisted and malformed and the designs for the legs are absolutely so cool. Stalkers im biased for because I loved dinosaurs, I loved xenomorphs, I mean it’s a human contorted into basically a raptor and it screams at you and looks awesome ITS COOL! But god Isaac Clarke is such a great character. Like I said he’s just an engineer who in the end of it all wants to find and save his girlfriend because he was the one who encouraged her to take the job on the ishimura. Spoiler warning in case anyone was actually reading this and wanting to play the games. Anyway Nicole is dead, even before you start playing she was already dead and Isaac knew that. He received her last transmission, all she could really say is everything was falling apart and how scared she was, but she ultimately decided it was better if she did it herself instead of being turned into a necromorph. Isaac watched Nicole die, the one person in his life that was there for him, that tried to help him, that stayed with him and he loved her soooooooo much, so seeing that transmission kind of just broke him. He pushed it out of his head and refused to believe it. And it just gets so much worse because the marker, the thing that created necromorphs, is capable of creating hallucinations and delusions for people making them more susceptible to being killed, killing, or helping the marker reach the convergence event in order to create a brethren moon. Throughout the game Isaac experiences hallucinations, they get worse and worse until he finally finds what he thinks is Nicole and because he jsut wants her alive and well he chooses to believe it, in the end healing the marker get exactly what it wanted.
Convergence events are triggered by the markers when there is enough biomass. So these brethren moons, are moon sized living beings. They literally farm species. I’m dead space lore, the asteroid that hit the earth and killed the dinosaurs was the red marker. It was designed to take out the dinosaurs as the brethren moons know what they need in a species in order to reproduce a new moon. The marker sends out signals to the species, encouraging growth in intellect, and also creating the internal greed leading to over using the environment and being forced to find new ways to get materials such as going to the stars. This influence is key not only to create an intelligent species but for small cues in their genes to be easily triggered when they have reached their peak. This is when a necromorph outbreak will begin to occur. First, people have to be near the marker. It produces energy signals that are highly desired as it looks to be free energy, so obviously this draws attention and leads to people studying the marker extensively. Then it starts to hit those genetic cues. It depends on the person, but most will exhibit signs of heightened stress and anxiety, hallucinations as well. People who are unable to hold the knowledge of how to create more markers are driven insane, often times becoming extremely hostile as they hallucinate others to be monsters or believe that others are trying to harm them in some other way. It begins with a body, the marker also has something similar to a viral bacteria that it used to create the first few necromorphs. Once there is a dead body in proximity, it takes a bit of time but eventually it can “reanimate” it (necromorphs are NOT alive, they are simple a collection of muscles being moved around, they can’t be killed but dismemberment can stop them) the first few necromorphs are always slashers. They have large blades and strong legs, they can quickly crawl through vents and are quick and good at killing. Once there’s enough slashers around to protect the marker it moves on to creating infectors, those are severely mutilated human corpses, but their main purpose is to speed up the infection. They have a long proboscis that is designed to stab through human skulls and inject the bacteria. With infectors, the switch from human to necromorph only takes seconds. This allows for other forms of necromorphs to be created. It depends on a number of things for what determines what type of necromorph will come from a human, but the marker uses the materials to the best of its abilities. People with somethingike acid reflux may be more prone to becoming a puker, people who have been cut in half or just have a much stronger upper body may become a leaper (leg less torsos that can crawl and jump extreme distances) if the infection is along far enough the marker may begin to attack in other ways, such as creating wheezers (oo wee ooo) that cough up poisonous gasses to kill off any remain in survivors passively. Sometimes a corpse just becomes part of the corruption, which is often seen as meaty growth along the walls and floor of any areas. In the ishimura it blocks door ways, slows people down, grows tentacle like things that can grab and drag people down. It can also work a bit like the wheezers by relaeasing the poisonous gasses but it works much slower than the wheezers do, much more passive stuff. The most dangerous thing the corruption can do is create wall guardians. Humans can be absorbed into the corruption and have a stationary necromorph that can prevent survivors from traversing as easily. They are extremely dangerous and hard to kill without proper weapons. As mentioned necromorphs are dead, all you can do is dismember them to make it so they are unable to attack you so it’s not just an easy one and done shot.
Brethren moons are so super cool. They are the signs of previously powerful species, they are the reason we are alone. They harvest and kill in order to create life for themselves. A brethren moon requires an intelligent species in order to become what it is. They are hyper intelligent hive minds that are all connected. They share the same abilities of the markers but scaled to like times 100. In dead space, there is a level of intelligence that shows itself as the ability to read others minds, or if cultivated act as a hive mind. Every human has the ability to be born with it but it is rare and again one human could have that ability but it is such a low level it will likely never be noticed unless convergence occurs. Isaac Clarke does not have this ability, but he does have the other form of intelligence that makes him much more dangerous and thus more desired by the brethren moons. He is able to withstand the marker signal better than others (that doesn’t mean he can fully withstand it but yknow) which means he is able to have the instructions for HWO to create more markers implanted in his head. But that also means he can defeat the markers plans (if we are going by dead space 3 non dlc ending that means he can also defeat brethren moons but I don’t like dead space 3 very much so im not counting it) the entire idea is built around levels of intelligence, and there’s so many different levels of it. Humans as a whole are smart, but everyone has different intelligences in different areas and I’ve always been really interested in stuff like that
Anyway im gonna go now I have about 385828578385739 more words to say but I need to do other things
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I broke the code Pt. 3
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3
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Joel we're booooooored
The soil crunches underneath Joel's boots as he beelines to the back of the wagon with a loud yawn, grabbing two empty barrels and wrapping them on either arms to his sides. Once he deems them firmly secured on his hold, he turns back to the entrance of the inn, heading to the creaking staircase that leads him to their room.
I can't believe you're doing chores of all things
what a moron
Taking a deep breath, he closes the door behind him with a soft click, having to physically suppress himself from slamming it right here and then. His eyebrow twitches as he attempts to filter out the mocking comments, rendering them into white noise whilst he heads back to their wagon.
They won't live it down if he slacks off, so he has to at least do his share of the responsibilities.
LOL
LMFAO
HAHAHA
blood
He's such a child, he should've just refused instead of listening to Etho
#obsessedmuch
Joel bites his lower lip and controls himself. If he retorts to what they're saying, he'll just be playing on the palm of their hands.
Do they even have any, considering they're disembodied voices?
tbf he's obsessed so it can't be helped
pfft
True
its fun to see you getting flustered
YYYYYYYEEEEEEEEE
That's it!
“Listen here, you losers!” Joel growls as he slams his fist beside the wagon, producing a thundering sound whilst he takes a few deep breaths. “Grian kept on insisting like an idiot that we each have to contribute! Which was why I had to comply, otherwise he'll make me sleep outside. Etho just happened to butt in when I already decided to do it, alright?”
Suuuuuuure
keep telling yourself that
just admit it… you're obsessed with etho
Joel groans painfully, grabbing a handful of his chocolate locks and pulls as hard as he can, slamming his forehead towards the wagon for good measure. He can't lose his cool. Not when they're all exhausted from the long journey. His friends can't handle his ‘mood swings’ when he eventually gives in to the voices’ call.
if only the previous patrons were this entertaining to watch
🤝
Exactly
right?!
what do you mean?
oh the newbies didnt know
Now im curious
The least he can do is to not get in their way.
all the previous ones love to keep their distances
ugh
GROSS
imagine being a loner what a loser
L
L
It was difficult to see any intriguing events outside of battle
did someone say blood?
Not now
:(
i like joel better bec of dis
one way or another hell backstab them for sure
With a huge gasp of air, he does his breathing exercises and accompanies it with stretching both of his arms above his head, lowering it when he exhales before raising it again as soon as he begins the cycle again. He's already used to the voices’ antics—taunting him for as long as they desire—so he knows what to do whenever they pester him and eventually demand for blood once more, satiating their thirst with his assistance.
“Joel!”
He jolts violently at the call, swirling around to see Impulse jogging towards him, waving his arm with a big smile on his face. No matter what the dwarf says, Joel will always think of him as some sort of teddy bear. Considering he's so good-natured and how he secretly adores the warmth of the man's hugs, he's not really beating the allegations. But that secret is only between him…
what about us???
YEAH!!
…fine, them as well.
“Hey, Impulse! What's up?” Joel greets casually with a smile, swiftly tucking his hands to his pockets.
Impulse peeks over the now empty wagon and gapes, leaning back to stand to his full height as he makes eye contact.
“I see you're already hard at work! I'm very impressed.” Impulse compliments as he nods approvingly.
“It's good to stretch these muscles every once in a while outside battle, you know?” Joel shrugs his shoulders before stifling a yawn.
Impulse's smile seems to drop for a moment before it returns. Based on how fast it was, he ignores it and treats it as a trick of the light or something.
“But it's also good to take a breather.” Impulse advices thoughtfully. “Grian is already off to hunt down for his artificer friend, and Etho is sewing another one of his masks in our room.”
Joel's clammy hands are starting to soak his pockets.
“I'm cool. I still have to gather logs for our next journey whilst it's still bright out.”
“That's fair.” Impulse stops for a moment. “Hey, how about we check out this town's tavern later?” He nudges his head to the side, giving no indicator of the specific location.
“I would love to, but it's my turn for tonight’s lookout, remember? We can't afford me being tipsy and all.”Joel explains nonchalantly.
boooooooooooooooooo
it wouldve been fun
😭😭😭
If it had been any day, he would've probably accepted the offer. It's his best opportunity to escape his responsibilities and simply fool around. Unfortunately, they've been getting more and more restless recently, so he has to steer clear of people until their slowly rising bloodlust completely subsides. As funny as it is to annoy Grian, he has to restrain himself.
He can't risk another accident to increase the list of reasons to ban him from a settlement, after all.
“Oh, man. That's such a shame.” Impulse shakes his head and turns around, facing his broad back towards Joel. “I heard that they've been offering discounts for any drink during weekdays, and I thought it was a good idea to save money and enjoy their beverages at the same time.” He slumps his shoulders with a dejected sigh.
“Wait, did you just say discount on any drink?” Joel perks up, already feeling the saliva gathering in his mouth. “You're not pulling my leg, are you?” He raises a brow sceptically.
“I would never!” Impulse gasps in disbelief and faces Joel once more. “You know about me and my hobbies, man. I would never lie about such a thing.” He points out in a serious manner.
“That's true.” Joel places a hand under his chin, considering his later plans for a moment.
“How about we play a game?”
“A game?” Joel repeats.
“Yep!” Impulse pops the p. “Whoever empties thirty tankards last gets to pay for all our drinks. Won't they taste better when free?” He leans forward and holds out his giant hand with a smirk.
“I couldn't agree more.” Joel grins. “I'm in! You're so going down, Impulse!” He shakes the offered appendage with his own small one.
He doesn't remember anything after that.
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#hermitcraft#hermitblr#joel smallishbeans#ethoslab#grian#impulsesv#ao3 fanfic#hermitcraft fanfic#life series fanfic#mcyt fanfiction#mcyt fic fight#nekodere07
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week ninety-six
ill tell u ab my bday in detail and then the rest is up to interpretation uwu!!
i picked up me, c and l from school at around 14:30. apparently w was there too? i saw his iconic orange car but but i was talking to l while he was walking outside so i didnt see him :c all of them knew but me TT
we listened to bangers in the car and we parked a bit outside of the central part of vasa so we walked a tiny bit. we walked around some stores. carlings, bikbok, cubus... we went to normal so i could get ear plugs bc i forgot mine at home but then we decided to go to tiger instead bc the queue was so long. they were cheaper there anyways. i looked at calendars for sooo long until i just decided on a pretty sage one. i think the layouts even better than my current calendar so its all good. it was worth the struggle of looking through all of the different calendars. its so good and it was so cheap compared to other stores. i also got some fake blood for halloween.
then we struggled to find a place to eat. l was stubborn ab wanting sushi. c and i wanted pizza. i was craving sushi more between those two so we decided to just split into pairs so i went for sushi w l. it was so good!!!!!!!
then we went for coffee and then i left to go to the cinema to watch oppenheimer w her brother. me, c and l waited outside of the club, right outside the fast food restaurant. the clock was 19 so doors were open but we decided to wait before entering to not seem,,, too excited. since yk,,, we know the ppl playing.
i just realized i never mentioned who we went to see. we went to see a the police cover band. its made up of three guys from our school, d, n and w (yes, that w).
well, as we were waiting outside, n and w walk out the fast food place... it was so funny bc we were just talking and c was facing the other way and me and l react at the exact way like we just make a lil "omg"-face at c and turn a lil quiet for a second. i got eye contact w william literally the second he opened the door but like we didnt wave at each other until him and n had gone a bit further away and c decided to turn around and wave at both of them. they took a further route to get to the club which was funny bc we like realized a bit later that like,,, they took the longer route??? why would they do that??? to avoid us??? it was just a bit silly TT
later on we get inside, we pay the entrance fee and buy alcohol. i got a beer. we sit down and our seat seemed pretty good until more ppl came lol. first set i saw mainly w bicep and second set i switched places w l and saw more face and neck/jaw action. during the interlude i realized his mom and his sister were sitting like.... right in front of us and i got a little nervous they mightve heard me saying something ab him at some point ...... like what if his mom has heard me go like "LOOK AT WS BICEP!!!"... :(
after the show im like "okay, lets go say something to them" but c refused to take the lead at first (w good intention i think, probs to push me to talk to them and not just stand awkwardly behind c as they talked w them). i was a bit scared at first but then i just yoloed and stood up from our seat as like a "lets fucking do this!" and we all collectively went to d first. hes the least scary and n had like,,, already left. d was SO nice TT it was like mainly me talking w him (and i think that was kind of like planned by c and l bc otherwise i wont really take the lead or initaitive). he greeted us first since he probably saw us standing there as he was talking to some others. he greeted us all w a fist bump each and then went like "okay now lets do one w all of us!!" and we shared a foursome fist bump. i love fist bumps theyre so friendly and nice TT then he was like "yeah so cool u guys came all the way here to see us!! i saw u guys singing along in the crowd and it felt so awesome!". THEN he turned to me was like "congratulations btw!" (WHICH IS SO CUTE STOP HE REMEMBERED IT FROM MY STORY I POSTED EARLIER TT) and i was like "omg! thank u! thank u! it was like perfect timing for u guys to play here tonight since like i like the police!" and i also told him they played my fav two songs. then he asked me a bit ab when we got to town and stuff. hes so nice TT
then the scary part. he left to road. ws standing like,, a two meters away MAX. hes talking to some others so i told c and l like "okay but lets just wait until they finish talking!!!" but they talked for so long and c was like "okay, either we talk or we leave" and i just come up w excuses for a bit and then cs like "l, yk he can hear us, right?" and i was like "yeah but im sure hed appreciate us waiting for our turn!!". after a while c once again threatens to leave so i just yolo it and walk up, i stand for like two seconds waiting for him to notice me and when he does i did a lil thumbs up and was like "u played well!!" and he was like "thanks" and then i told him they played my two fav songs and did like a lil pray/thank thing w my hands and he got a little intrigued and asked me which ones and i was like "invisble sun and dont stand so close to me!" and he did a lil confirming nod and i decided to end it there and just like told him it was really good. i also like,, had to think for the title for dssctm bc in my head i said the songs in the other order and bro my mind just goes blank when i talk to him.
anyways we leave, we walk up the stairs and i say a quiet "well played rizz" w a lil hand sign. then continue the bit a little more comfortably as we walked out and continue on ab how im such a rizz god (i am delusional, as u can tell).
we get home and i eat quickly before heading out to the bar to meet some friends. it was a short meeting and like everyone left but i got some sweet "happy bdays" and shugged a beer.
my mom messaged me in the car from vasa and says she talked to a guy who knew me named f (she misspelled his name, it starts w a p). she put a lil sus emoji too, the blushy one w a hand covering its mouth... anyways it was the drummer guy from my grade who works at the bar and apparently they talked for so long and i asked her like what they talked ab and she never answered but just continued saying how nice he was and how he knew i was in vasa earlier... idk if she was hinting something TT
sotw: lorna shore - ...and i return to nothingness
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I’m here to scream about some of my favorite little tid bits about Kousei and his twin
- So since Riley made an oc to take place of Joker (named jester) I did one for Akechi!!!! Except as I usually do I make it Different enough to have plot holes. But!!! The plot holes are being fixed!!!!
- he is trans ftm while his twin is trans mtf
- his persona is apollo while his twins is artemis <3
- im drawing parallels between the twins story and the gods story because I thrive off symbolism
- because self insert I’ve decided the two are from Texas so I find it funny to think that they have the most atrocious southern accent. Or at least Kousei does
- they grew up speaking Japanese because their mother was Japanese… but they really struggle writing it and I think that’s funny
- boring jail palace? NO!!! The palace is built on Kousei feeling ruled by his past self’s actions. There are two cognitions, a younger version of himself named Chief and a current version of himself named Inmate. Hhhh… and I know technically someone can’t spend much time in their own palace but my oc my rules I add whatever I want
- Kousei knows of his palace but refuses to let anyone take it down, he doesn’t believe he deserves to be helped
- there’s also a graveyard, a small fenced off area that’s attached to Inmates cell by a metal door, with the graves of those involved in the Incident in his past
- oh yeah I never talked about that. Ok so the Incident. The twins mother suddenly went missing one day, and Kousei has suspicions that it was his father, so he starts studying to become a detective, and starts collecting evidence, enough to plan an arrest. But he hesitates too long, and soon the info he has about Risks becomes out of date. During the bust, the father shoots several officers and then burns the place down
- hoshino doesn’t know the entire story, and Kousei refuses to tell her, so she grows up disliking the police and adults. However, to kousei, his ass was saved by his coworkers. He could have easily died without them! So he grew up trusting and believing in law
- they then move to Japan to move in with some of their family on their mothers side. The twins grow more and more distant, to the point hoshino grows actually terrified that kousei would hurt her
- everything after that isn’t fleshed out, im working on it..
- he has Trauma but it’s okay <3 (he’s not okay he was involved in a horrific case gone wrong due to his own weaknesses)
- ‘I was weak back then? I was too hesitant?? Fine I’ll be egotistical instead’ no girl that’s not what u should do (it’s ok he can be a little messed up as a treat)
- instead of ‘prim and proper’ like akechi, he built his popularity on being ‘relatable’ and such. He’s vocal about interests, he is a bit timid and shy and easily flustered, he has ‘slip ups’ and stutters on tv, etc. He is entirely built on being understandable and seemingly open
- Also he follows Jester around like a lost puppy
- poor Hoshino, who’s apart of the Phantom Thieves, watching her brother who’s investigating them but also follows Jester around and is clingy
HEY YOU WHO HAVENT PLAYED P5, BELOW HERE IS SPOILERS, DONT READ FURTHER
- ok so technically apollo is his ‘second’ persona but for those who don’t know spoilers I shall pretend apollo is his persona… because he’s cool
- but his personas and outfits!! Are cool!
- the one he initially shows the phantom thieves is actually dark which I find cool. The outfit resembles a samurai’s outfit with a chain sickle, black with red splotches. But it also has hints of bold color and skulls, small little hidden designs. The persona is a sugar skull with a snake coming out of the head. It’s supposed to be a mix of his mothers Japanese history and his fathers American/Hispanic history!!
- meanwhile his second one (the ‘black mask’) isn’t dark at all, it’s not based on hate. It’s white and god-like, with gold metal accents and a golden scythe. It’s based on his growing ego, his hate to his past weakness. He addresses himself as superior and a deity
- instead of ‘call of chaos’, his version is akin to worship. He summons shadows that he inflicts this on, and it’s like brainwash to the extreme. They take hits for him, sacrifice their health to heal him, etc. This also makes him extremely egotistical and cocky he’s so silly
- third semester he chills out slightly… but he spends most of his time being pissy and angry because… he’s watching his twin being lured into this false reality, ofc he’s gonna be angry and accidentally take it out on the others
- also I have a rough story that after Sae’s palace the PTs also take down kouseis behind his back but I have to rewrite that bc I sketched it out before Shido’s </3 tbf during all of that I had bigger more pressing plot holes to fix
- so anyways I wrote out the boiler scene please take some of these pics of it. Most of it is word for word of the scene but I changed some things <3 I’ll actually write it out someday I just wrote the dialogue…
Dozing off. Gets cool idea for oc. Frantically jots it down on my phone. Is now awake. Rinse repeat
#OKAY BEDTIME NOW GN#✨ posts#✨ important#I really hope I kept the spoiler stuff below the marker bc im not awake#✨ art
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im in love with your shxtou x reader fics, i was wondering if i could request shxtou and him getting jealous of his body pillow cause his SO is cuddling the pillow and not him, he would get so pouty about it omg (preferably gn if you can pls)
sorry for answering this so late!! here's a short drabble, anon. i try to make all my shxtou fics gn but i hope its cuddly enough for you!
shxtou x gn! reader
synopsis: its just you, your boyfriend, and a body pillow that looks just like him.
you laid in the warmth of pillows and blankets, music bouncing between ear to ear as you read something over your phone. glancing up from your screen every so often, you see a purple haired idiot yelling into his microphone. sadly, he was your purple haired idiot. cuddling into the warmth of his bed, you let out a dramatic sigh in attempts to gain his attention as your own annoyance builds. when he had asked you to come over, you expected kisses and hugs and all the mushy couple stuff in between. not sitting in his room silently as you read newest game theories whilst he played a few games with friends.
when your attempts to gain your boyfriend’s attention fail, you huff and sit up from his comfy bed covered in stuffed animals you both had collected over time. stretching your arms up and letting out a quiet yawn, you let your eyes wander around the room boredly. that’s when you see it. a solution to your lack of cuddles from your beloved boyfriend. sitting in his closet was one of the first made, double sided, official shxtou body pillows. you smiled to yourself inwardly, attempting to hold in your giggles seeing the more raunchy side of the pillow (something both you and your boyfriend had a very fun time designing). swiftly making your way across the room, you snatch the pillow and hop right into his bed, cuddling into it. you make yourself comfy in bed again, choosing what you opted to be “naptime music” to play through your headset whilst you rest your eyes for a bit. under the sheets and between every stuffed animal, you hold the pillow to yourself closely, taking a deep breath of what you can tell is your boyfriend’s cologne on the pillow that’s been mixed with his clothes. the fabric is cool against your skin and much softer than him, but you decide it will do as you let your eyes close.
your short nap is interrupted, however, when you feel the bed next to you dip and a new warmth against your back. shoto wraps his arm around your waist to pull you close against him, his chest to your back. gently, he tries to turn your frame around to face him in attempts to finally give the cuddles you so wished for. instead, you keep the body pillow close to you, nuzzling into it further. your boyfriend notices your obvious pettiness and urge to ignore him, a pout crawling onto his features. “yn.. turn around..” he tells you in a quiet tone, whining. you continue to ignore him, hugging the pillow as if it were him. “come on, love.. why the body pillow when you have me?” shoto says lightly, gently poking at your sides. “the pillow doesn’t ignore me for two hours to play games.” you mumble a reply, refusing to let his whining get to you. with your words, your boyfriend immediately pulls you closer to him. “i’m sorry yn, please,” he repeats, words spoken right against your skin. “you have the rest of my attention all day if you just let go of the stupid body pillow.” he tries bargaining with you. “that’s not a very nice thing to say to body pillow shoto, shou.” you tell him, letting out a small laugh. hearing it makes the boy behind you smile. “he’s not as good looking as me, come on yn.” your boyfriend jokes, poking at your sides once again. you laugh and turn your head to face him. “i dunno, shou. i think the body pillow has better qualities, if you ask me.” you joke, watching him pout once again. “yn! just give me cuddles instead!!” shoto whines. giving in, you let out a small giggle and turn around. finally, your boyfriend wraps his arms around you properly and you do the same, legs tangling together as you nuzzle into his chest. grumpily, he grabs the pillow you were just hugging and tosses it to the floor.
"stupid body pillow.." he grumbles before holding you close to his chest. you smiled to yourself, laughing.
your boyfriend was jealous of a body pillow.
#shxtou#shxtou fluff#shoto#shoto fluff#shxtou x yn#shxtou x reader#shxtou x you#vtuber#vtuber x reader#anime#shoto x you#shoto x reader
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Where You Belong || Reigen Arataka x afab!reader || NSFW/18+
Summary: Reigen asks for your help doing some light bookkeeping at Spirits and Such for the afternoon. You decide it might be fun to tease him into having his way with you while you two are working all alone in the office, but your brattiness leads to some unforeseen consequences. Word Count: 4.5k CW: dom/sub play, spanking, praise kink, fingering, afab reader [no pronouns used, but “good girl” used] AO3 Link: here
It was a Friday afternoon, the sky overcast and the air cool, as you lazed about your apartment, committed to doing absolutely nothing for as long as humanly possible. You were laying on your couch, wrapped up in your favorite blanket, drifting in and out of a hazy nap while your TV flickered in the background and the book you’d been reading started to slide down your body, centimeter by centimeter, threatening to fall on the floor. As the show you weren’t watching came to a close, your phone started to vibrate insistently on the table beside you; you reached over, arms heavy from sleep, to see multiple texts in a row from Reigen, who refused to text you in complete paragraphs and instead would routinely send you a barrage of messages with a few words at a time—it was profoundly annoying, as your phone vibrated over and over and over again in your hand while you waited for him to finish (though a small part of you couldn’t help finding it charming at the same time). You reached over and fumbled for the remote, muting the TV so you could focus on sifting through the bombardment of messages through your sleep-blurred vision.
[Reigen]: hey [Reigen]: pretty baby [Reigen]: i need u to come in and help [Reigen]: just with paperwork [Reigen]: it shouldn’t be long [Reigen]: maybe a couple hours [Reigen]: im the only one here all week [Reigen]: im really behind [Reigen]: :( [Reigen]: honey [Reigen]: sweetheart [Reigen]: baby answer me
You groaned and laid the phone face-down on your chest, laying one arm over your eyes while you considered your options—you’d managed to secure a Friday off for the first time in a long time, and wanted to spend a good portion of the first day of your long weekend reading, napping, and eating greasy takeout. You had plans for Reigen to come over after he closed up for the day, but you certainly held no ambition to do anything productive for even a moment before then. He couldn’t possibly need that much help, could he? you wondered as you set about responding.
[You]: but it’s my day off :( im really busy [Reigen]: doing what [You]: reading. sleeping. very very busy :P [Reigen]: aw come on [Reigen]: i need help [Regien]: i’ll make it worth ur while baby [Reigen]: >:)
You sat up on the couch, intrigued by his suggestion. You had helped out around Spirits and Such more than a few times (usually after a string of pitiful, pleading messages), but the two of you were never, ever alone—there was always a client or one of Reigen’s actual employees around, so the most sordid things you ever had accomplished were batting your eyes in his direction, or quietly spouting off a few well-placed innuendoes that were just subtle enough that he was the only person to catch them (or at least you hoped he was). It occurred to you that it might be exhilarating to play dirty boss and naïve employee for an afternoon, as you quickly texted back, thinking about how much you’d love to seduce your way into being bent over his desk.
[You]: oh, you will? [Reigen]: YES [Reigen]: I WILL [Reigen]: if ur a good little assistant we’ll have some fun before we leave for the day [Reigen]: maybe even give u a raise [You]: will I be employee of the month? [Reigen]: u know u will be baby [You]: well that’s all you had to say! :P I’ll be there in a little bit [Reigen]: good girl, see u soon
Your heart leapt at the “good girl” on your screen—he always knew exactly what to say to stir that appetite within you, the one that craved his words of praise and wanted to hear him tell you what a good little thing you were for letting him corrupt you. You threw the blanket off and scrambled to get yourself ready and head over; you weren’t thrilled about having your lazy afternoon disturbed, but if it meant you’d get to pretend to be the perfect office assistant and hopefully toy with Reigen mercilessly until he had his way with you, it was worth the interruption.
***
It was a chilly, grey afternoon, most certainly too brisk a day for the length of skirt you were wearing as you walked over to Spirits and Such—if Reigen was promising you some fun, then there was no reason not to spend the entire work day being an absolute tease towards him for having the audacity to make you leave your couch in the middle of the day just to sort through receipts and file papers. You walked upstairs and entered the office, poking your head around the corner before the rest of you to keep your outfit a secret for a moment longer, hissing and whispering his name to get his attention. Reigen whipped his head up from whatever had his attention on his laptop (you could only assume it was making his website even gaudier), and beamed at the sight of you, quickly standing up to come greet you. As he walked over, you stepped out of the doorway to reveal your outfit—a skirt that would never pass for appropriate office attire under any other circumstances, slouchy knee socks, and a sweater that hung just a little off your shoulder to reveal the strap of your lacy bra. You leaned against the wall, smiling coquettishly and idly playing with a string on the sleeve of your sweater, trying to appear as demure as possible.
Reigen stopped in his tracks as soon as you rounded the corner, his eyes wide as he was rendered uncharacteristically speechless, if only for a moment. “Well, someone certainly dressed to get fucked today, didn’t they?” he said with a nervous laugh.
“I might have,” you teased, as you walked up to him and started pawing at his suit jacket. “I mean, why wait? You said it’s just us today, right?”
“That is true, I did say that,” Reigen answered, cupping your cheek and kissing you softly on the lips. “But remember, I said we’d have some fun after work?”
“I know, but why not now?” you pouted, hooking a finger into his belt loop and pulling him closer. “Not like a little bookkeeping can’t wait, right?”
“Because I said so,” he scolded, pulling away from your grasp and straightening his tie. “I just want to get this stuff over with so we can actually spend some time together, alright?”
“Fine,” you said with a huff, rolling your eyes.
“Hey, don’t be a brat,” he said as he walked back to his desk.
“Aww, but I thought you liked it?”
“Oh come on, you know I do,” he sighed. “But you won’t if you keep it up.”
“Ooh, what are you gonna do, boss, punish me?” you said mockingly as you gathered up a stack of papers that needed sorting.
“Watch that pretty little mouth or I might,” he said under his breath as he settled back in at his laptop.
You grinned at his empty threats, feeling a familiar damp heat building between your legs at the idea of him doling out some sort of punishment just for mouthing off, as you sat down on the floor to start sorting invoices and planning out your afternoon of flirtation. If he was expecting that you’d take it easy on him, that you’d actually listen to him and focus on sorting through stacks of ramen receipts and train tickets until he was ready to lock up for the night, he had another thing coming.
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For the next little while, you did everything you could think of to distract Reigen from his work as you filed papers and entered earnings into the shoddy, makeshift ledgers: you let out cute yawns and gave big, over-the-top stretches that lifted up your sweater and exposed the soft skin of your midriff; you fibbed about how warm the office felt and supposed that maybe you should just take off your shirt to cool down; you hiked up your skirt a little whenever you’d get up to walk around, exposing just a bit more leg each time; and you even tried to slip some innuendos into your conversations about how “long and hard” the day was, but to no avail—Reigen would acknowledge you briefly, then go back to his screen as he furiously typed away at something. His refusal to indulge your flirtations only made you more determined to earn his attention, as you decided to amplify your efforts and make sure that before long, he’d be hoisting you onto his desk and spreading your legs so he could take advantage of his very best assistant. You wandered over to him, swinging your hips as exaggeratedly as you could muster, a small stack of receipts in hand, and perched on the edge of the desk, your skirt hiked up high on your thigh. “Hey boss,” you cooed sweetly as you leaned in towards him and ran your fingers up and down his forearm, “could you maybe tell me how these receipts need to be filed? I can’t quite figure out where they should go.”
“Hey, come on, knock it off,” he said, detecting a slight waver in his voice. “I know what you’re up to, and you aren’t very subtle,” he muttered, his hand clicking away on the computer mouse.
“Well, is it working?” you asked, batting your eyes and swinging your feet as you practically laid down across the table, trying to take up every inch of his unoccupied space until he gave in.
He finally glanced over at you after a lengthy pause and shot you a look of dire exasperation. “Yes. Of course it is. But I already told you, we’ll have our fun after we get through the rest of the work for today.”
“Aw, really?”
“Yes, really. I’m not changing my mind.”
Feeling momentarily defeated, but unwilling to let him deny you the reward he had promised, you hopped down and walked back over to where you’d been sitting on the floor with papers spread out in a circle. Determined to break him down, you made a show of dropping the handful of receipts and watching them languidly flutter to the ground. “Oh no, I’m so clumsy! Guess I’ll have to pick those up!” you said in mock surprise as you took the opportunity to bend over bit by bit, your skirt hiking itself up over your backside, exposing the delicate lace fabric of your panties that barely covered your ass. You placed your hands on your knees to steady yourself and turned around to see Reigen’s reaction, wondering if this would finally be enough to convince him to set aside whatever work he had and satisfy the growing desire within you.
“You’re being impossible, you know,” he exhaled, his chin resting in his hand as he stared at you from his seat.
“So do something about it, boss,” you implored him, wiggling your ass a little. “Come onnn, I want you.”
“Now you see, if I give in, I’ll just be giving you what you want, and showing you being a brat gets you everything,” he said, letting out a low groan, “but I told you from the very start—work first, then I fuck you. That’s the way it is.” You saw him gradually lower one hand to his lap; you couldn’t quite see below the level of his desk top, but the slow, rhythmic movements of his arm suggested he was stirred by your display.
“Is it? Are you sure?” You turned to face him and dropped to your knees, your thighs spreading out deliciously under the hem of your skirt, your hands clasped in your lap demurely as you deigned yourself to beg for what you wanted. “Please? Come on, please Arataka? I came all the way over here to be your assistant for the day, and you can’t even take advantage of it for a little bit before we finish? I just want your cock and I know you want to give it me, don’t you?”
“Fuck,” he hissed through clenched teeth, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment as you peered through the shadows under his work table to see him aggressively palming the front of his pants. “Okay, okay—that’s enough,” he panted, placing both hands on the desktop in front of him as he inhaled deeply as if to calm himself. You watched Reigen coolly push himself back in his chair and stand up from his desk, shutting his laptop with a firm click. He reached down to adjust himself, the clear outline of his interest pressed against the fabric of his slacks, and walked past you, not even looking down at you as you watched him from your spot on the tile floor. He walked around the corner and you heard the clunk of the office door being locked—what was he up to?
He appeared again in front of you, hands in his pockets, his face serious, his breathing choppy. “Give me your hand,” he commanded, holding his out insistently. You slowly raised one hand up and he quickly grabbed it, placing it on the hardness that strained against his thin grey trousers. You felt him pulse and twitch under your palm as he held your hand against him firmly, slowly grinding against you as he asked, his voice low and rough, “Is that what you wanted, dirty girl?”
“You know it is,” you sighed as he pressed your hand even more solidly against his growing arousal, your own excitement becoming harder and harder to ignore.
“Well that’s all you’re getting for now,” he said suddenly, “now get up.” He grabbed ahold of your wrist and promptly pulled you up from the floor; you stumbled into him as you got to your feet, and he spun you around and faced you towards his desk. “I want you to put your hands flat on the desk and bend over,” he hissed in your ear. “Right now.”
Your heart racing, you quickly complied and leaned over the desk, placing your palms on the cool surface. You felt the heat from Reigen’s body radiating next to yours, then felt your skirt being pulled up, the fabric dragging against you and bunching up around your hips. You felt a warm hand placed on each of your hips as he took his foot and pushed your legs apart just a little further, before grasping onto your lace panties and slowly, agonizingly pulling them down to your ankles. The coolness of the office air rushed over you, causing a shiver to run up your spine—though you weren’t quite sure if the shiver was truly from the temperature or from overwhelming and unexpected exhilaration of the predicament you found yourself in.
“Do you know why you’re here?” he asked calmly, his hand softly running over each of your ass cheeks, gently caressing and kneading your chilled flesh as he went.
“Because you’re mean?” you teased, trying and failing to turn around and look at him as he placed one hand on the small of your back and pressed down, keeping you solidly in place.
He squeezed the meat of your thigh forcefully, digging his nails into your tender skin as you yelped. “I said do you know why you’re here?” he growled.
“Because I’m being a brat?” you said quietly, a surprising shockwave of pleasure washing over you from the surprise of the pain, feeling your arousal start to trickle down the inside of your thigh.
“That’s right,” he said calmly, giving each ass cheek a gentle tap. “I asked you to come help me today, and you’ve spent the whole time you’ve been here being a little flirt and a tease, even after I told you to stop.”
“But why can’t we have some fun?” you whined as your pulse quickened. “We’re all alone and you said you didn’t have any more clients today.” You sensed that every protest, every whine and gripe, was testing him further; you couldn’t help but want to push him just a little further and see exactly what your boss for the day was going to do to discipline his insubordinate employee.
“Aw, and we would have once we were done with a little more work—you know I can’t resist it when you wear this skirt,” he said, as he slowly dragged his deft fingers over your damp slit, stopping to press into your pulsating clit and rub firm circles against it. “As a matter of fact, I was gonna bend you over this desk, just like you are right now, and stuff you full of cock the minute we were done with work. But now you don’t get the satisfaction. You don’t make the rules, understand?” he asked condescendingly as he wiped your slick from his fingers onto your shaking thigh.
“But why not? I’m so cute,” you purred, wiggling your hips as much as you could with his hand pressing down on you.
Without another word, he landed two swift smacks on your ass, one on on either cheek, the sharp noise of his hand against your skin ringing in the air before you had even registered the biting stings. An astonished wail jolted from your lips, taken aback by the blows; despite his earlier threats, you figured the most that would happen is he’d sigh and complain at you a little more, but this was a vulgar side od him you didn’t expect to bear witness to. This throbbing heat on your backside awakened something in you, and though you wanted nothing more than for it to end and for him to slip his cock inside your dripping cunt, you found yourself vibrating at the thought of him continuing to treat you like a petulant, unruly little thing that needed to be taught a lesson.
“Hey, answer me,” he insisted, another harsh swat to either cheek punctuating each syllable and breaking you out of your lustful haze. “Do you understand that I make the rules or do you not?”
“Shit, yes, I understand!” you cried, blinking away the formation of hot, angry tears, your face beginning to flush red hot.
“Good girl,” he said, rewarding you with two of your favorite words, as you felt your legs start to wobble underneath you. “Now you’re going to take your punishment, so you understand that being a brat doesn’t mean you get your way.” Before you could even consider uttering a word of protest, he let forth with repeated, blistering swats, as you writhed and jerked your body under him, uselessly kicking your legs out behind you, his hand still firmly planted on the small of your back to keep you in place. Your every nerve felt as though it had been set ablaze, your mind rendered completely blank, your head the emptiest it had ever been—no thoughts left, only the sweet stinging sensation of his palm smacking against your ever-more inflamed skin as silent tears dribbled down your cheeks and splashed onto the desk.
After what seemed like both an eternity and no time at all, the torment came to a stop. “Are you gonna be good now?” Reigen asked, his breathing labored, as you felt his hand hovering over your burning cheeks, as he waited for the right response and prepared himself to help you learn your lesson even more should you continue to defy him.
“Yes, yes! I’ll be good, I swear!” you keened through ragged breaths, your legs quivering under you, threatening to give way at any moment, as you tried to press your weight into your hands to keep yourself aloft.
“I believe you. You did so well, sweetheart,” he said, “took your punishment like a good girl.” There it was again—good girl. You closed your eyes and replayed the words in your head, the way he sounded almost…proud of you? The feeling of elation that set you alight at hearing his words of praise was nearly enough to make you ignore the hot throbbing of your backside.
He released his hold on you, lifting his arm off the small of your back. “Now, since you were so good, why don’t you hang tight for me and I’ll give you a reward?” He leaned in, placing one hand on one side of you and sliding the other up your thigh, as he kissed and nibbled along your neck, his breath warm against your sensitive flesh, his teeth dragging over your sweat-dappled skin. He caressed the warm, dripping cleft between your legs, spreading your juices over your swollen pussy lips. “Fuck, that got you so wet, you filthy girl,” he groaned into you as he deftly slid two fingers into your drenched hole, and a profound moan tumbled from your lips as he caressed your trembling walls.
“You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you like it when I’m a little mean to you,” he said, his voice thick with lust, as he sunk his fingers deep inside your body, and you felt electricity shoot through the core of you as you mewled.
“I think…I do,” you confessed between rasping breaths, your walls tensing even more around his agile fingers, your juices dripping and coating your thighs and his hand. You rocked back and forth against him, matching his rhythm, as the heat in your core became practically unbearable, your arousal almost agony, as you clawed and scratched at the desk and moaned plaintively. “Please…make me cum?” you whispered, barely audible over the lewd sounds of his fingers plunging into your dripping wet depths.
“That’s my good girl, cum for me,” he breathed hotly into your ear, as he reached his other hand down and began rubbing swift circles against your swollen, aching clit. That was all it took to drive you forward to the release you were so desperate for; you whimpered as you felt your core tighten, your hands balling up into fists as you struggled to keep yourself standing, your legs trembling as the tension coiling up within you reached its peak.
“Oh shit, ’m gonna—ahh!” you cried as you were overcome by wave after wave of shuddering, clenching spasms, as you bucked against him with every tremor. He held you steady against him, pressing his body into yours, as you continued to grind into his hand, your walls fluttering around him as you rode out the last tremors of your orgasm, your thighs sticky with sweat and the juices that were flooding from your aching cunt.
“Did that make up for your punishment, baby?” he asked, panting hotly into your neck, as he gently pulled his fingers out of you. You meant to answer him, you truly did, but as you opened your mouth to respond, all that came spilling out of you was a deep wail, as thick, salty tears welled up and started streaming down your cheeks in hot rivulets.
“Aw honey,” he said delicately, brow furrowed with worry, “it’s okay. C’mere, stand up if you can.” He wrapped an arm under your waist to bolster you as you pushed yourself with trembling arms up and off the desk and turned to face him, but your legs quickly began to buckle, your body wracked with the ebbing tides of your pleasure and the searing pain of your punishment. He grabbed you up tightly with both arms and pulled you into him; you threw your arms around his waist and began to weep into his shirt, suddenly feeling acutely aware of the scorching pain of your backside. You clung desperately to him as you gasped for breath between sobs, as you felt more vulnerable and weak than you had in a long time. Reigen wrapped his arms around you protectively, one hand on the back of your head gently stroking your hair, as you shook and convulsed against him; you were rendered speechless, your whimpers the only sounds that you could muster.
“Take big, deep breaths,” he implored, rubbing concentric circles on your back, “you’re alright. Everything is alright.” As you nestled your head against him, you silently remarked at how kind he sounded—not that he wasn’t always sweet and good to you, but there was a sensitivity in his tone that was markedly different than usual. His sweet murmurs of reassurance (as he held you so tightly you thought he’d break you) were lacking in his typical bluster and bravado, and all that was left was a raw tenderness that he so rarely exposed to anyone, even you. Once your breathing had slowed from ragged gasps into measured sniffles, Reigen finally loosened his hold on you. He reached one arm up to grasp your chin between his thumb and forefinger and tilt your head up to look him in the eye and asked “You okay?”
“I’m okay,” you mumbled. “That was just…a lot.”
“Are…we okay?” he asked, an expression of unease settling into his face, as he used his shirtsleeve to wipe away the streams of tears that still clung to your cheeks.
“Of course we are, Arataka. ‘M sorry I teased you so much,” you sniffled.
“It’s alright, just don’t be such a brat next time and you’ll get what you want way faster, okay?” he said as he planted warm kisses along your jaw and cheek, his hands lazily running up and down your arms.
“Okay,” you said, nodding solemnly.
“Good,” he responded, a wry grin creeping across his face, “I can’t have my favorite assistant thinking that she gets to make the rules around this place. I am the boss here, after all.”
Ah yes, there it was—the Reigen swagger you were accustomed to, the one that always made you snicker and groan a little every time you heard it. You were half-tempted to roll your eyes at him again, but the excruciating throbbing on your backside suggested it may be unwise.
He cleared his throat and straightened his shirt before fishing his wallet out of his pocket and passing you a small bit of cash. “Why don’t you go get us some takoyaki and we’ll sit and eat for a bit? Then we’ll finish up for the day?”
“Okay,” you grinned, “I’d like that.”
“And after we close up, if you’ve been very good,” he said, running a hand up your plush curves of your thigh, his hand coming to rest firmly against your soaked, swollen cunt, “then I’ll flip up this little skirt, bend you over this desk again, and fuck you til you can’t take it anymore. Deal?”
“Deal,” you whispered, knowing you would aim to be the very best assistant he could ask for upon your return.
#reigen arataka smut#reigen arakata#reigen arataka x reader#reigen x reader#if i didnt write reigen smut at some point i would literally explode#lo writes
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I liked the one about a ghost MC it was a really cute idea! I wanted to request something similar, where the MC who has a the appearance of the Japanese slit mouthed woman. She is a regular human and you can decide if she got the scar's from an accident or not, but she always where's a face mask to hide it and eats alone rather then with the brothers. When she's asked why they say "People can't eat when I they see my face." But one day she finally trusts the brothers enough to show her face.
OH MY GOD I KNOW THIS GHOST. If I'm not wrong, this ghost is called the Kuchisake Onna, kuchi meaning mouth.
This is so wholesome I love it. Your asks are so adorable :')
It has been forever since the accident. And yet the scar makes it feel like yesterday. Two scars running up towards your cheeks, making it look like you're constantly smiling. You hated mirrors at this point, without your mask especially.
You hear loud talking from the dining room downstairs as you stare at your meal on your study table. When was the last time you ate a meal with other people?
"What do you mean you won't eat with us MC?" Mammon and Asmo parotted every other day.
"People can't eat when they see my face." You left with that reply, refusing to answer the follow up questions.
Yours was a face only a mother could love, they said. Some screamed, some smiled sympatheticallly, the others nervously scattered away from the last time you tried to eat out by yourself. The restaurant requested you to leave since they were losing customers.
You walk up to the stairway, watching the brothers in their usual chaos. Maybe - just maybe, they won't be repulsed. Surely they've seen more horrifying things than you?
"Um..." You cleared your throat loudly. All of them stopped and looked at you. You usually never showed up until half an hour after meals.
But today you called out to the one of them. "Would you mind eating with me tonight...?"
Lucifer
"Of course I wouldn't mind MC."
He promptly got up with his plate as if he was already prepped for this day. Swiftly follows you into your room.
He sat down across you and began eating normally. "Thank you for inviting me in MC. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
"Nothing just..." You said untying your mask. "It felt like a good day." The mask fell off your face into your lap.
You paused and stared at Lucifer. He only looked shocked for a split second before a hidden rage clouded beneath his eyes. "Did someone deliberately-"
"No it was an accident. I was getting my teeth fixed when the lights went out and I moved. And something cut through my- well you can see." You explained.
"I see. Well that's quite unfortunate." Lucifer said and began picking at his plate.
You felt uneasy as chewed your food."You can leave if you feel repulsed. I wouldn't force you to-"
"No such thing MC. I was just thinking of consulting Satan and Solomon. Surely they know of spells that can heal your scars if you want them gone." Lucifer replied promptly. "And it's going to take a lot more than scars to scare us demons away."
"Lucifer...thank you." You said quietly.
"If possible I'd like to eat dinner with you from now on, MC. Frankly it's much calmer and it's a relief from my brothers."
After a long time, you laugh without your mask on.
Mammon
"I'll be right there, MC!"
Hurriedly grabs whatever food he has making a mess and jumps to his feet. He is in such a hurry, it's a miracle he didn't drop half of his dinner.
He plops down across the table from you, grinning ear to ear. "Of course you'd choose the Great Mammon to eat with ya!"
You nodded and chuckled, "Of course. But would you choose to eat with me?" Your pulled your mask away from your face.
His eyes went wide and then watery in the same instant. Is he..crying? "I-Im sorry..." You feel horrible so you hurry and tie the mask back up. Mammon grabs your hands and holds them down.
"I'm not crying stupid human! I'm just...you..you must have been in pain..when that happened." He said. "Who did this to you..."
"It's okay it was an accident, Mammon." You try to calm him down.
"Then why do you hide it? It's not even your fault!" Mammon said pouting. You looked down, "People get uncomfortable..."
Mammon shot up from his chair. "WHO DARE MAKE YOU FEEL BAD ABOUT IT? Show me I'll get them all! Noone messes with my human! I'm yer protector ain't I?! You never have to wear that thing around me!"
You blushed as he moved forward and hugged you, burying your face into his shoulder. "Mammon..."
You knew he was the best protector out there.
Leviathan
"I'm coming right away, don't worry MC!"
Stumbles around with his plate at your sudden invitation. His day has come. He is the chosen one.
He struggles to sit down, feeling estatic and nervous at the same time. "I didn't think you'd want to eat with me of all people, MC..."
"After tonight, maybe you'll feel that way about me Levi..." You said, taking off your mask. His face lit up as he let out a loud "Woahhh!"
Thinking he was scared you tried to hide it again before he screamed, "MC you look just like my favourite character from that horror romance anime "I fell for my best friend's scarred smile! That's so cool!"
You blink at him, blushing. What is with him and his oddly specific anime names!? Levi was oblivious to your shock ,going off at his own tangent. "You could pull off the perfect cosplay, come to my room tomorrow I can design it for you and then I'll make my own to go with it and we can go to the next convention-"
"Levi Levi calm down you'll run out of breath!" You couldn't hold in your laughter.
He stared at you awestruck,"So cute...why would you hide that cute face MC?" You shake your head, "Not everyone sees it as cute Levi."
"Well sucks for them to be such stupid normies." Levi blushed and scoffed.
Levi was the best friend everyone deserves and you were glad to have him.
Satan
"I'd be delighted to join you MC."
Was slightly taken aback at first but quickly composes himself and his dinner and follows you. His pace faster than usual.
Pulls out your chair for you like a gentleman and sits down himself. You smile and blush at the action. "So how was your day MC?" He asks like a gentleman, avoiding the elephant in the room, choosing it normalise it. You let the mask fall off your face.
"Oh..." Satan sat up straight, his shoulders stiff, his eyes going wide in anger. "Who dared to-"
"No no no Satan it was an accident!" You had to explain the whole thing for him to calm down. Then he nodded and held out his palm. "May I see how the deep the scar is MC?"
That was new. Noone has wanted to touch your scars before. When you nod, he reaches out and runs his fingers softly across your scars. "Hmm don't worry. They're not too deep. I can have them gone in a matter of days. That is if you'd like to me to."
It's like he knew. As much as you hated that scar, it kind of helped you see people's true intentions. You looked down unsure. Satan held your hand. "It's normal to get attached to scars you have for too long. None of us here will treat you any differently with or without it."
You smiled at him and held one of his fingers playfully. He laughed, his cheeks turning pink. "Ah now that's a smile I'd love to see everyday. May I have dinner with you more often MC?"
"Of course." His words and his presence were always calming to you.
Asmodeus
"I was wondering when you'd ask MC!"
Daintily picks up all of things and paces after you. He was excited but he restrained himself but he didn't want to scare you off.
Sits down close to you, smiling gleefully. He's just happy to be there with you. Grabs something off your plate with a fork and holds it upto your mouth. "MC come here let me feed you!"
It was probably the most nerve wracking to open your mask in front of him. The Avatar of Lust, the most beautiful being in Hell, and you- ugh, what's the point? You've come this far, let's get it over with. You put your mask down, bite off the potato off his fork.
You'd think Asmo would probably gasp and act all dramatic and hysterical. But instead he cupped your face, his eyes filled with worry and tenderness. "MC how long have you had this...?"
"A little over three years." You answered honestly. Asmo looked like he was about to cry. "You've been hiding away your pretty face from people for three years..." Asmo pulled you in a hug. "Noone deserves that. It's too lonely."
"Oh I'd hardly call it pretty-" Before you can even retort, he is glaring and pouting at you, holding your shoulders.
"I think I know beauty a little better than you, MC. And I say you're gorgeous and I'm going to eat with you everyday now." Asmo huffed to which you laughed.
Everyone deserves a hypeman like Asmo in their lives.
Beelzebub
"Oh? Me? Sure MC!"
Is surprised but happily goes along with you with all his food. You know he loves you when he gets midway from eating just to eat in your room.
He sits across, already muching away at his food. "Thank you for asking me to eat with you MC." You nod and tentatively take your mask off, trying not to draw too much attention for it.
Beel looks up shocked, his mouth full of food but he stopped chewing. He involuntarily reaches out to touch you, "Does it hurt MC?"
You shake your head. "It's years old Beel. It's okay. " Beel looks genuinely relieved at that and goes back to eating again. He doesn't seem bothered by it at all after that.
"Say MC will you be free next week? I could use your help in the new workout I'm doing. I need to train particular muscles for the big game they said." He switched to a whole new topic just like that. "Also this means I get to eat with you every day right?"
You felt warm inside. You were more than just your scar and Beel made you feel like that by hardly saying anything at all.
Belphegor
"...me huh? No I wouldn't mind."
Has a smug grin on his face as he gathers up his meal and slowly heads upward with you, making sure his brothers see how you chose him over the others. Cheeky cow.
He sits leaning into you cause he's too lazy to sit up straight. "So what's the special occasion MC? A face reveal?" Wow this one is direct.
He is staring right at you, as you pull off the mask slowly, thinking if it was a bad idea. His eyes grow wide for a split second before his fingers are already near your mouth feeling the scars.
"Deliberate or accident?" He asks. "Accident." You answer. He nods, "Good. I'm too tired today, wouldn't be able to take appropriate revenge." His fingers never leave your face.
"Is that why you keep it covered? You're embarrassed of it?" He asks. You think about it for a while. "I think I accepted it, it just seemed to make people uncomfortable and scared, if I smiled or opened my mouth to eat." You answer.
He smirked. "Then smile more. Let their cowardly selves feel uncomfortable. It's their problem that they can't see how cute your smile is."
That was surprisingly thoughtful. You smiled at him. "Thanks..."
He smirked back, "Also I'm going to be eating here from now on. My brothers annoy me."
He's cheeky but he has a good heart. Smiling never felt so easy.
#obey me headcanons#obey me lucifer#obey me satan#obey me levi#obey me beel#obey me belphie#obey me mammon#obey me asmo#obey me fluff#obey me imagine#obey me game#obey me angst#obey me angst fic
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@lulubellule-kfp your oogway sucks tai lung and kai are flawed/hurt not pure evil rant has changed me spiritually, and honestly, I can’t even give Oogway credit for ‘intervening’ with Tigress.
Oogway is presented as the Wisest and Kindest and Best.
(btw this is very biased and emotional and hammered out in ten minutes and i do love the movies tbh some stories are surface level deep and that's cool)
Oogway is maybe better understood as Thinks He's Wise, Charming Rather Than Kind, and Flawed Like Everyone Else But He's Also The Most Powerful So He Gets To Decide What's Right And Wrong.
his biggest flaw (to me) is in imposing his own idea of the world on everyone else, no matter what the cost, and never self reflecting on how it might be serving him- Even as it hurts and destroys so many others
(grain of salt- we the audience are limited in what we 'know' by what we've been shown so far) (kai and tai lung did do bad things, they did choose to hurt people... and so did oogway. and not having that acknowledge is frustrating. not bad or wrong but, frustrating)
When does Oogway finally do something to help Tigress? Why, after one of Po’s randomly spilled menus happened to flutter into his hand.
Oogway, being dead set on his own philosophy of /there are no accidents/ he orders takeout and chuckles when it gives Shifu food poisoning. The valley is in danger from a rampaging violet dude who’s destroying everything and everyone one in his path but hee hee destiny.
Tigress puts HERSELF forward, willing to fight Boar in her master’s place- and Shifu cuts her off. If she can’t fight like him, then she can’t be ready to fight at all, apparently. So Shifu decides to send a scroll asking for help fighting Boar, and Oogway, deciding that it also wasn’t an accident that Tigress asked to fight Boar, tells Shifu to send Tigress with the scroll instead. Shifu agrees “DO NOT FAIL ME” and Tigress does her thing collecting the Cleaner, Comedian, and Dancer.
(Sidenote: The difference between Tigress instantly seeing how amazing each of them are even though none of them use moves like hers, verses Shifu refusing to accept that there is any other way of being good than HIS way until he literally sees it happening is hmmm yes well, good job mentoring him Oogway, that’s a perfectly healthy mentality to be clinging to, how the heck did Tigress end up more emotionally balanced than the guy raising her) (im gonna give credit to the people running Bao Gu orphanage or actually maybe just the fact that Tigress spent part of her childhood around so many people not like her but who learned to accept her as a friend)
When Shifu gets pissed at Tigress for ‘failing him’ (even while he fails to listen when she tries to tell him how amazing these four people are actually, Shifu would rather die than be wrong. Healthy!), Oogway does go talk to Tigress…… to fire her up for fighting Boar. Alone.
Which is, apparently according to him, the Thing The Universe Wants To Have Happen, and that’s why he’s going along with it. Because he sure as heck didn’t sTOP Shifu from raising Tigress under yet another painful crushing weight of expectation, like he already did with Tai Lung. Nooo, it took a random flyer flying into Oogway’s claws before he was like you know what, maybe Tigress completely giving up her sense of personal identity in a desperate bid to win the love of her father figure is wrong actually. Wow who'd have thought!
Or does he even care about that. Does he only care now because ‘the universe’ seems to be saying so? TIGRESS LOOKS BASICALLY GROWN UP IN THE SHORT HOW LONG HAS OOGWAY WATCHED SHIFU MAKE THE SAME MISTAKE WITH HER THAN HE DID TAI LUNG AND DONE NOTHING? TO HELP?
Oh yeah and then, when Tigress gets the tar beaten out of her by Boar because she’s still trying to use the forms Shifu insisted she should be using (even as it is literally getting HER killed), Oogway not only doesn’t do anything to help her, he makes Shifu stand there and watch as he almost loses ANOTHER student, ANOTHER (almost) ADPOTED CHILD.
And? AND???? Oogway could have healed Shifu whenever he wanted? Just like he could have TALKED TO TIGRESS whenever he wanted! For fucks sake if he’s so in tune with the universe and so wise, why didn’t he just wander around the nearby villages and FIND the other Five himself? TIGRESS FOUND VIPER AND MONKEY WITOUT ANY DIRECTIONS OTHER THAN AN OCCUPATION TITLE! THEY WERE RIGHT THERE!!! MONEKY’S BACKSTORY SAYS HE AND OOGWAY EVEN MET BEFORE!
'oogway knew shifu and trigress needed to go through all this in order to grow as people'
PAIN ISN'T THE ONLY WAY FOR PEOPLE TO GROW. SOMETIMES PAIN BREAKS PEOPLE! SOMETIMS CHALLENGES AREN'T WORTH THE SUFFERING IT TAKES TO SURVIVE THEM!
and SOMETIMES IT LEAVES PEOPLE WEAKER THAN BEFORE- SEE, SHIFU BEING UNABLE TO OPEN UP FULLY WITH TIGRESS AS A FATHER THE WAY HE DID WITH TAI LUNG, BECAUSE-- OH WOW, THAT ENDED BADLY AND SEEING THE SIMILARITIES BETWEEN TAI LUNG AND TIGRESS HURTS AND SCARED SHIFU!!!!
it's almost as if all three of them could have used the guidance and support of a wise and kindly older friend.... instead of series of tests and trials to 'help them' become whatever they were 'meant to be'
Oh but oogway was saved by pandas and now theres a panda orphan being raised in the village nearby (am i really supposed to believe oogway wouldn't notice PANDA right next door to him) and if a flyer from his dad’s noodle shop leads to shifu getting food poisoning then everything must be part of the grand plan to someday make a panda oogway’s ‘true heir’ or whatever.
Hm? What’s that? Po’s only an orphan because a warlord killed his mom and destroyed his home? And all that happened ALSO because of a dumb prophecy and an obsession with destiny?
Oh wow that also must be the universe talking and totally not be a thing oogway maybe could have helped with or something.
(i don't think oogway was trying to hurt people or be selfish. but intentions are only useful in so far as they might make you change course once you see the damage you are un-intentionally causing, and ooogway... seems to have failed that spot check. which, you know, fair, most of us do. he just happens to be causing a lot more damage than a normal person would be capable of)
Oogway's pacifism is both extreme and twisted.
He won't 'fix' mistakes or accidents because he believes it's all part of some future destiny... but inaction is also an action with consequences, and who is he to decide the destiny of others by even deciding they have one?
Well. He's the most powerful guy around. It's not like there's anyone around to challenge him or prove him wrong.
....Po, sweetie, now that you're enlightened an all, could you go to the spirit realm and kick oogway's butt a little? for me? thanks dude love u
On the other hand, Po and Tigress being the anti-Oogway and Shifu respectively gives me life.
like yes! always try to be better, always try to help! be accepting of others differences and pain and traumas and do everything you can think of to be there for them when they need it! Admit when you fail! Admit when you mess up! Make friends and reach out- Ask for help when you need it too!
You don't have to be perfect to be a friend!
It's better to know and accept that you won't ever be perfect, actually, and still decide that you are worthwhile. And that so is everyone else.
TLDR: oogway's ability to find inner peace and ascend off to retirement even while everything around him is going to heck is a very inward-facing thing, which says a lot about him. I think maybe he needs to re-do his spiritual enlightenment, i think he missed a spot. But if his only goal is to break away from earthy attachments and pain and people in general, well, gold star for that. He succeeded. I sure as hell wouldn't want to.
funny thing is, i only ended up watching kfp because my depressed nephew is into taoism and wanted someone to talk about the movies with. thats not destiny tho, oogway, that's just being a friend
#kfp#oogway#tigress#master tigress#shifu#very personal opinion#i dont hate oogway he's a fun character but boy do i disagree with him#another victim of trying to write perfect paragon mentor figures without acknowledging that there is no such thing irl#and the people who think they are that are ones you should run away from very fast#like#with all possible haste
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Thing for Trouble (boba fett x fem!reader x din djarin) (part one) (part two) (part three) (part four)
Rated: explicit 18+
word count: 7.6k
warnings: threesome, smut, thigh riding, oral female receiving, handjobs, unprotected sex (dont be a deadbeat, wrap that shCMEAT), light choking, throne fucking, vaginal fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, creampies, pet names, sub? din? more likely than you think (also lmk if I missed any tags!)
a/n: yall im sorry this is such garbage but kjkwejh here we be. I hOPE YOU ENJOY THE CIRCUS. thank you to everyone who’s encouraged this so COME GET YALLS MANDO MEAT
There isn’t much when he it comes to Tatooine and fun things to do. There’s pod acing, drinking, Sabaac tourneys, more podracing, gambling and scavenging. Unless there’s a festival or some wild event, you’re stuck with boredom and whatever you can scrounge up for fun in the palace.
Now, don’t get it wrong—if you had it your way, you’d spend every waking hour trialing behind Boba, but you don’t want to smother. Fennec too—while you enjoy her company, you know that half of the reason she sticks around is Boba’s order for your protection. Kinda ruins the fun when you know she probably only tolerates you because she’s being paid to. Eh whatever—doesn’t stop you from tagging along on as she runs errands in town—besides, today you actually have a reason to be here instead of loitering like a lost puppy.
Fennec tells you to be safe and com her the second trouble rears its ugly head and disappears into the weapons shop—muttering about her prized rifle being jammed or something. You don’t know, all you hear is that you have the entire afternoon to yourself to hunt down your oh so elusive prize. Star cherries.
The markets are always vibrant. Jam packed with people from each and every corner of the galaxy, hundreds of booths and stalls selling their wares that varies from foods to jewelry to even bounty services. Tempting as is it is to peruse the sparkly rows of dainty necklaces and rings or inspect the vast array of beige ponchos and manilla undershirts—you have a purpose. A once a year chance you refuse to let go to waste.
The shabby booth is tucked near the end of the street, the mountain of the little red fruits looking comical compared to the withered old lady who sits beside them. She flashes you a gap-toothed smile, the crowfeet wrinkles surrounding her eyes scrunch with the movement. “Ah! I was wondering when you’d show, dear.”
“Hello, Mrs. Feraan,” you greet, bending at the was it to kiss her wrinkly cheek. The old vender was one of the first kind souls you met here when you arrived on Tatooine. In return for a couple compliments or an offer to be the lab rat to test her new recipes for pie or tarts, she hooks you up with the best of the cherries—handpicked with love. “How’s business today?”
She waves her hand in dismissal, her silver rings glinting in the sun. “Same as always, child.”
Eventually you work your way through the pleasantries and a couple, long winded tangents. The sort that only old people can flawlessly spin and keep you engaged. Trials and tribulations to earn your prize—you don’t mind sacrificing a couple hours.
Finally you’re allowed to walk away—cherries in hand and exceedingly eager for your sweet snack. Unfortunately, suffering through Mrs. Feraan’s old childhood laments is not the only bump in the road you have to face.
Granted, it is your fault—not looking where your feet are taking you—
Your temple crashes into something agonizingly hard. You swear you hear a quiet bonk when your skull collides with the mystery material and fucking hell—you probably have a concussion from the force of it.
Unbothered by your probable brain injury, you’re far more concerned with the cherries spilling onto the ground and so, as you flail and dramatically topple over—the brunt of your fall is cushioned by your shoulder. Something pops and yeah, ok, maybe you just tore a ligament but—kriffing worth it for the cherries you miraculously saved from their dusty graves.
Your temper flares as you spot the dirty brown boots pointed in your direction. Maneuvering yourself up so you don’t also get trampled by the crowd, you bare your teeth and put on your best impression of a terrifying force of nature despite the fact you’ve been knocked flat on your ass. “What the fuck—“
The words shrivel up and die upon your tongue as your eyes slide up the stranger’s legs, broad shoulders sporting the shiny armor that twinkles in the midday suns. They then settle on an all too familiar helmet. Well, sorta—you’re familiar with a certain red and green one, not the equivalent of a wearable disco ball.
You squint as the stranger’s head dips to look at you crumpled at his feet. You dust yourself off and point an accusing finger. “Fuck is your problem standing in the middle of the road?”
The stranger quirks their head. “You ran into me—maybe you should watch where you’re stepping.”
The raspy voice is a striking sound. Mellow and silky even as it passes through the vocoder and dresses it in static charm. Some of your anger melts away—maybe this is the friend Boba was talking about—it’d make sense. They’re wearing the same type of armor…
You shake your head and shove down your pride. You don’t think Boba would appreciate you chewing his ear off. “Sorry—you’re right.”
As you readjust your clothes and precious cherries you introduce yourself with a tiny smile. Yet just as you're about to ask him his name he interjects with a step forward. You flinch away but all he does is sweep back a strand of hair from your forehead, revealing a little nick in the skin. You hiss as his fingertips scrape against it--great, an actual head wound. “Are you alright?”
Maker—here you are, after yelling at him and he finds it in him to be compassionate. You wave away his concerns. “Y-yeah--peachy.”
He apologizes with a dip of his head and words soaked in regret and fuck--now you feel bad. You wrack through your brain and search for last ditch attempts to fix this little mishap and settle with a half baked idea. It’s dumb--but hey, if it works, it works.
“Seriously, it’s fine. But I mean, if you’re so worried, how about you walk me home and we call it even?” You propose, sticking out your hand to seal the deal. If your assumptions are right, he’d just be tailing you the whole way home anyway. “I’m headed towards the palace, so if it’s not too much out of your way then—“
He hesitates and interrupts by taking your hand. “Alright. Deal.”
You smile. “Lovely.”
On the return trip, Din is quiet—tells you his name and responds to your conversation fillers with interested hums—but other than that he remains on the silent end. Intriguing with a rounded softness unlike the armor he wears--a man of mystery much like a certain someone who awaits you back home. Well--Din is less grumpy--by a long shot...but still. It’s easy to spot some of their shared similarities.
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Upon arriving at the castle you part ways with Din before he reaches the throne room--you’re not too excited about showing off your new battle scar yet and while it was an accident, making an entrance with Din will make it far too easy to link the injury with him. Besides, you don’t wanna risk scaring off your new friend if Boba decides to showcase that tightly sealed lid of anger and brutality.
Instead you take the long way around the palace. Soon, muffled voices carry through the long corridors, growing louder as you work your way back from the kitchens. You round the corner, catching glimpses of Boba and your new friend through the pillars that prop up the low ceiling. You don’t meant to spy, but you do so anyway, hesitant on interrupting.
That is...until Boba cocks his head to the side and settles his eyes onto the pillar you hide behind. “It seems we have a little shadow with us today.”
You suck in a breath as your heart skips in a thrumming pace. Boba addresses you by name and crooks his fingers in a lazy motion for you to step out into the light—revealing yourself to the small party of two. “Come here, little one.”
The low light catches off of Din’s helmet with a glittering sparkle when he swivels his head. The tiny, warped figure of yourself reflects in mirror-like pieces of smelted beskar as his shoulders pull tight with recognition. You bite the inside of your cheek to keep the smile that threatens to crack across your face at bay. Boba is no fool—he excels in the subtleties of shifting eyes and clenched fists to hide anxiety or closely guarded information—sickeningly familiar with your own quirks and tells, but—
There’s no reason to reveal Din’s little secret—not yet. Boba called him a friend but you truly have no clue what the depths of that word entailed. Friend could mean anything from a casual acquaintance, to an old childhood bond, and or anything in between. You sigh and brush past him, mentally congratulating yourself for keeping a cool mask of indifference etched into your features. If Din wants to open that can of worms then so be it—you weren’t the one offering to walk random people home.
You step onto the dais and slide your free hand into Boba’s outstretched palm. The worn leather tickles up your forearm and locks over your elbow, silently demanding you to sit on his lap. There’s plenty of room to both sit on the throne but no—Boba prefers you tucked against the cool metal of his cuirass. You grunt as the bowl of star cherries you cradle dangerously dips when Boba adjusts your weight over his thighs.
His fingers pull back a strand of your hair, tucking it behind your ear and then spider along your jawline. The ends of his mouth quirk as Boba pinches your chin between his forefinger and thumb, capturing your undivided attention. “I don’t like it when you lurk in the shadows, little one. You’re allowed to listen.
You huff. “I know—but lurking is fun.”
Boba releases your chin with a scoff. “Foolish, girl.” You dip your chin with a sheepish grin as heat rushes to your cheeks. You briefly forget about the tiny nick adorning your right temple, the only thing you were trying to keep hidden—but Boba is all too quick to notice. “What is this?”
He pushes your hair out of the way of the cut, inspects it, then curls his fingers around your jaw to demand an answer. You refuse to let your eyes wander over to Din—what a dead giveaway that would be—and instead muster up enough courage to hold the weight of his stare.
“I tripped at the markets,” you say—not a complete lie. “It’s just a little scratch—no biggie.”
Boba squints in suspicion and grumbles a soft hm. You feel his chest rise and fall with a deep sigh—he won’t argue about it right now. Not a battle worth his while when you’re keen on keeping the full truth behind a wall of teeth and anxieties. Boba’s hand falls away, gestures to Din who still stands stiffer than a stature, then lays it over the golden armrest. “I’m sure you’ve noticed our guest—“
Din tips his head in acknowledgement.
“The rightful ruler of Mandalore,” Boba continues. “Din Djarin.”
Din Djarin…despite already knowing his name (or half of it, at least) you like the way it rolls off the tongue—like how it’s seemingly made to be repeated and carved into the walls of some ancient script. Your knowledge on all things Mandalorian is…limited to say the least but you know enough about the rumors.
“Isn’t Mandalore supposed to be haunted?” You don’t mean for your words to be a pointy jab to the ribs but regardless, it strikes a tender chord within the Mandalorian. You wince as Din shifts his weight and clenches his palm—a long story. “Sorry—I—I’m sure your home is lovely, all I know about it are dumb ghost stories about evil wizards and laser swords.”
The blood under your cheeks burn red hot. Great. Not only are you a complete bantha brain, you’ve also managed to sound like an impudent child. Boba soothes a thumb over your thigh as you curl into yourself—bastard. He thinks this is funny.
“It’s not my home,” Din responds, albeit tentatively. “Never been.”
Your brows furrow. Alrighty then.
Boba snorts and shakes his head. He mutters something in Mando’a and lazily waves his hand, dismissing the line of conversation entirely. It was turning into a dumpster fire anyway—
With a slow exhale, you remove yourself from the discussion and instead tuck your head under Boba’s chin. The beskar is cold against your cheek but it feels nice against the sweltering midday heat.
Their conversation fades in and out as you rest your head over Boba’s cuirass, listlessly picking through the bowl of fruit for the ripest ones. You sigh—the next cherry you bring up to your lips is intercepted as Boba’s hand clamps around your wrist and redirects it into his own mouth. You don’t find it in you to be grumpy about the stolen treat when Boba’s tongue slides over your sticky fingers. Still holding your wrist captive, he sucks the tip of your thumb into the warm heat of his mouth and curls his tongue around the digit. Your index finger is given the same treatment before your hand is returned. The beginnings of arousal spark to life below your belly, and fuck—that shouldn’t have been so…so…hot.
Din’s smoky baritone fades into background noise as the entirety of your attention zero’s in on Boba’s mouth. You purse your lips and suck in a shaky breath, then return your hand to the bowl to fish out another fruit. You don’t need any guidance this time around as you bring the cherry to his mouth—the crimson juice spilling down your palm and part of your arm as his teeth pierce the fragile skin. You breath hitches as Boba dips his head, catching the bead of liquid running down your arm with the tip of his tongue, then swiping s a slow trail up, and over the lines of your palm. He plants a careful kiss there, then breaks away.
Before you have the chance to reach for another one, Boba plucks a cherry from the bowl and rests it against the seam of your lisp, inviting you to partake in this little game he’s created. A wicked smirk curls over his mouth as you accept—the tart flavor of the fruit spilling over your tastebuds as you chew and swallow. A little wine escapes you as his leather-clad thumb rolls over your bottom lip, bushes past the barrier of your teeth and seats the digit into your mouth—all the way down to the third knuckle.
You hardly notice the moment Din’s voice tapers off into silence—much too enraptured with the taste of leather and the smooth feel of it over your tongue. You gag slightly when Boba’s thumb reaches the back of your throat, then retreats just as slow. The string of saliva that still connects the digit to your wet mouth, drips over your chin and part of your lip, eliciting a jagged, echoey breath that crackles through Din’s vocoder.
Boba grins—something that better belongs on a sneering jackal just about to pounce on unsuspecting prey with needle sharp talons, rather than his face. His eyes drift up to address his guest. “Do you see something you like, Mand’alor?”
Din’s head jerks, averting his gaze to anywhere but the throne. He murmurs a weak apology and shifts his weight to his other leg—acting as if he were to look at you a second time, it’d burn him to a crisp or force him to confront Boba Fett’s wrath. Obviously, neither thing would happen, but Din still remains unsure with his foothold in this situation.
“I see how you look at her,” Boba drawls—not an accusation, just a statement brought to light. Boba’s hand drops to your thigh, the warm weight of it resting just past your knee as Din swallows his nerves and returns his gaze. “It’s alright—a pretty little thing like her is bound to turn heads.”
A blush hotter than wildfire licks up your cheeks as Din nods in agreement. “She’s beautiful…you’re a lucky man.”
Boba’s grip on your thigh hoards you closer to his chest. He is and he’s fully aware of that fact, but there’s no need to admit such a thing when it’s so blatantly obvious. A lull in the conversation creates a palpable tension—nervous energy and a choice to let this is fade into nonexistence or…or breathe life into that flickering ember of unsaid desires.
Your heart leaps into your throat when Boba shatters the silence and addresses you. “You’re awfully quiet, princess…what do you think?”
He’s placing whatever this is into your hand and leaving you to call the shots. You’ve always been a troublemaker and there’s no will or way as to why you’d stop now. You look between your lover and Din as a smile curls over your face. “I think…if he’s so interested—why not give him a show? After all, he did bring me home—he deserves some reimbursement for the trouble.”
Boba’s shoulders jolt with a chuckle. “How chivalrous.” You shiver as he strokes the back of his finger down your cheek. “Fine, as you wish, little one—go play.”
Giddy excitement bubbles through your chest as Boba offers Din to take a seat on the edge of the dais. Din still has an option to escape, to slip through the cracks and pretend this never happened—but stars, you hope he stays. Din takes a step forward, then another—and another until he’s standing before the throne. He studies the raised edge and gingerly takes a seat.
You abandon your bowl of cherries onto the forearm of the throne and slip off Boba’s lap. You drift over to Din, his gloved fingers clenching and unclenching as they rest over his thigh plating. He’s purposefully avoiding your eye as you kneel beside him—still locked onto that niggling fear that this could be some sort of trick or test in resolve.
Smiling sweetly, you skate your hand over his knuckles—guiding his large palm to your waist and then under and up your loose shirt and bra. Din mutters a curse as you place his palm over your breast. “I’m glad you stayed.”
Pleased with his reaction, you peel off your shirt and bra, breath hitching as Din pinches your nipple between his forefinger and thumb. “Same—I think…”
With a bit more bravery backing his movements, Din pulls away briefly, shucks off his gloves and encompasses both your breasts. They’re warm and calloused, riddled with silvery scars that stand out against his brown skin, a storybook of past battles—won and lost—all equally important to the fibers of his being that stitch him together into a whole. His hand whispers down the length of your ribcage, no doubt feeling the thrum of your heart beating wildly against the cartilage and bone. It tickles over the swell of your hips then—
“You said you wanted to give him a show,” Boba drawls behind you, a sharp twinge of hostility lacing his words. “So enjoy the show, Mand’alor, ’nd keep your hands to yourself."
Din recoils at the verbal reprimand and drops his hands speedier than a flash of lightning. You frown and throw a glare over your shoulder. Bastard. Boba quirks a brow and runs his thumb over his lip, the edged sparkle in his dark eyes taunting you into challenging him. You huff and turn a cold shoulder.
“Sorry, Din,” you purr, scrounging up any and all back up plans to keep you both entertained. “Seems my king isn’t as generous I thought.”
Din withers a bit at the catty remark, keeping his lips sealed tight as Boba growls your name in warning. You don’t pay him any mind.
You puff up your cheeks and release the air in a steady stream, as your eyes scrape over Din’s armored thigh. Ok—you can work with that. It wouldn’t be breaking any rules…not technically. You step away, paw at your waistband and let the breezy fabric pool over around your ankles, your underwear quickly joining the pile.
Now bare, you return to Din’s side, his careful inhale distorted into choppy static as you straddle his thigh. He lifts both hands, intending to grab at your waist, but pauses midair. No touching. You lips tilt with a smirk as he clenches his fists and pins his hands to the cool stone instead, an attempt to curb that urge to reach for you. His shoulders knit together when you mold your hand in the gap between his shoulder pauldron and cuirass to give yourself some sort of balance—obviously not used to a soft touch.
You lower yourself and hiss through clenched teeth. It’s fucking freezing. Goosebumps rush up each limb as the wet warmth of your cunt meets the frigid beskar—the chill much colder than you initially expected. It’s one thing to touch the beskar with an open palm and another thing entirely to feel against such an intimate part of yourself. Din’s visor drops to look between your legs as you give your hips an experimental roll.
It’s different. You’re used to hardened muscle and fabric, or your own fingers while pleasuring yourself. Your breath hitches as Din’s thigh twitches, the smelted seam of the cuisse bumping against your throbbing clit.
“Sorry,” Din mumbles, “Didn’t mean—“
“It’s ok,” you smile, rocking your hips to ease into the sensation. “Just surprised me.”
The pace you set is slow, careful not to overwork your nerves as your arousal blooms and metastasizes like simmering coals low in your groin. With each lecherous pull of your cunt against his thigh, the beskar begins to warm to the temperature of your skin—the wetness between your thighs abating the friction and making the surface slippery. A low gasp escapes you once you find the right ridge and angle that just grinds perfectly against your aching clit. Your fingers dig into the cowl of Din’s cloak.
“Shit—feels good.” Like your voice and little moans jumpstart Din’s ability to move, his large hand drifts to the front of his trousers—an already sizable bulge tenting the dark brown fabric. You squeak as Din's leg jolts for a second time, a burst of dizzying ecstasy wracking up your spine with the choppy movement.
You suck in another raspy breath as your attention drops to his hand that cups his cock and palms himself through his trousers. You chew your bottom lip and clench your fist gripping his cowl, still gyrating your hips over the beska as Din hooks his thumb into his waistband and pulls them down, slow as molasses.
Fucking hell—he’s bigger than you initially imagined. Flushed a rosy brown, and half hard already, twitching as Din wraps his fingers around the thick length. Din lifts his head, gauging your interest or disapproval—but kriff—who the fuck would ever be unhappy with that sorta heat he’s packing? You bite your bottom lip, scouring your brain for ideas to convince Boba into letting you taste Din—but your plotting is abruptly cut short.
Boba sits up and off the throne, his presence looming over your shoulder as he lowers to one knee. You shiver and arch your neck, exposing more of your vulnerable throat as Boba runs the fingertip of his pointer finger down the side of your cheek. “Are you enjoying yourself, princess?”
You nod, eyes fluttering shut as Boba opens his palm and cradles your jaw. You groan and roll your head back onto your shoulders as Boba snakes one hand around your hip and jolts you forward and down—disrupting the slow rock with a catastrophic interference. Unrefined bolts of plasma shoot up your spine as desire licks up thighs—you need more.
Boba dips his head and nuzzles into the crook of your neck. You grunt when his teeth sink into your flesh, worrying a bruise into your skin. Boba laves his tongue over the throbbing area, then licks a wet trail up to the shell of your ear, all the while you continue to grind on Din’s thigh. Boba nibbles your earlobe and whispers your name—the sound sweeter than any symphony could ever hope to make. Like smoke over deep water or the surging crackle of energy just before a thunderstorm high up in the mountains.
“You’re allowed to touch…” he says with a rough chuckle. “Go on.”
Your noise of agreement is quickly muffled as Boba interrupts you with a feverish kiss—all open mouthed and breathless as his tongue curls around yours. Your chest heaves for precious air as Boba retreats just as abruptly as it began. With a satisfied smirk ghosting over his lips, he taps you below the chin and returns to his throne to continue observing.
Dropping your eyes between Din’s legs, his cock, hardened to its full glory and held casually in his calloused hand, is truly a sight. Your pulse thrums in your ears as Din rolls his wrist and pumps his length, the velvety skin shifting over what looks like fucking beskar underneath. It strains towards his navel as you watch with wide eyes, mesmerized with the way he touches himself.
Rolling your bottom lip between your teeth, you touch your hand to his wrist. Din shudders like your skin is made of sizzling embers that’s broken off the tail end of shooting star—like you’re something too luminous and dangerous to be handled by someone like him. You lift your gaze, smiling into that darkened void of the visor and gracing him with a toothy smile. “Will you let me touch you, Din?”
He nods and utters a breathy yes.
Fuck yeah.
Din sucks in a stuttered breath when your hand circles around his thick length. His hips jolt into your palm as you slide your fist to the base then all the way back up. Precum beads over the tip, dribbling down and coating your knuckles with sticky wetness. It eases some of that friction as you fall into an easy rhythm, matching your rocking hips with each pump of his cock.
Din’s stuttered moans fill the small space between you, dragging you closer to your release that’s suddenly so close. He whines as you abandon his length to chase after your high, your arousal leaking from your center and dripping down the sides of the beskar. Din takes his cock into his hands, fisting himself to your little show of breathy wines and rough jerking of your hips over his thigh.
Din says your name attached with a broken moan and it’s over—
Everything seizes up tighter than a jaw clamp as your tumble off that jagged peak of searing, white hot pleasure. It’s raw, sparking off like a blade to metal, burning you from the inside out as you cum. Your cunt clenches around nothing, your thighs shaking as you curl inward as if he punched you in the fucking gut. It feels like he did. Maker—the cool beskar against your throbbing clit is like you’ve been thrown to the mercies of an electrical surge.
It doesn’t help either that Din is still pumping his length, hips stuttering as he brings himself to his own euphoric high. The air in your lungs seizes when a fragile groan, light and airy passes through the vocoder. Din rocks his hips into his fist, once—twice and then he’s throbbing and cumming into his hand. Hot ropes of his release splatter up his chest plate and parts of your thighs, his helmet nearly knocking into you as he hunches foreword from the intensity of it.
Too exhausted to keep yourself upright, you smash your cheek against his cuirass, involuntarily twitching as the last little waves of pleasure prickle through the rest of your nerves. You whine as you watch Din move his hand to collect some of your wetness coating his thigh. He brings two fingers stained with your slick to the lip of his helmet, pushes it up with his thumb just far enough to sink the two digits into his mouth. He groans out a quiet fuck, and repeats the action, swiping his fingers through the mess you’ve made and feeding it to himself. Your cunt clenches as you catch a sliver of his pink tongue that twists between his thick fingers.
He groans and rolls his head back onto his shoulders. “Please—can I taste you? Fuck—I-I need my mouth on you.”
Stars—the mere idea of it stokes the dwindling flames into a blaze of want. You look up at Boba and puff out your bottom lip. Pouting and begging hardly ever gets you what you want under normal circumstances—Boba Fett is more stubborn than a rancor—but you hope just this once he’ll be lenient.
Boba holds out his gloved hand—summoning you to his lap without a lick of protest on your end. Din however makes a sound akin to a whimper when you leave him. Boba gathers you in his arms for the second time, the leather a strange sensation as it spiders down your ribcage and around your hips. You can feel his hardness poking into your backside once you settle against him—his chest plate a cold shock to your naked flesh. You shiver and bury your nose into the crook of his neck, poking your tongue out to taste him. Boba’s cock twitches under you as your teeth sink into him with a cheeky nip.
“Is that what you want, little one?” Boba rumbles in question. His right hand glides lower, grabbing a handful of your thigh and squeezing. You groan and keen out a whine of affirmation.
Boba cocks his head towards Din. “Well? You’ve got your wish—don’t keep her waiting.”
Din shakily stands—hesitating with removing his helmet for enough time that you notice the silence that follows. The vocoder crackles as Din sighs. “Do you trust her?”
“With my life.” Boba states it without a second thought. Your heart twists, golden light spilling from your lungs and staining your insides with devotion and fuzzy affection. You press a soft kiss over Boba’s jaw.
“Is she…” Din speaks a word in Mando’a you have no hope to decipher—either no direct translation or he’s purposefully left you in the dark.
Based on the way Boba almost imperceptibly tenses, you guess the latter. Boba responds with a grunt and an unsure dip of the chin. The answer is complicated—that much you can gather…you push it to the back of you brain for now.
Din nods, inhales, and steels his nerves. Plastering his hands around the shiny helmet, he tugs it off with a slow reveal of dark, patchy facial, plush lips and wavy brown hair that falls around his olive skin. And oh, his eyes—soft chestnut brown eyes that hold such ache within them—lost things, broken bones, wearing his wounds like decoration upon his chest. Forged in the flames of war, risen from the ashes with murder and mercy rolled into one.
You wish him a kinder future. One that doesn’t end with pain and a blaze of an unchecked wildfire—the same way how all heroes end up as martyrs.
Though—right now—you can be the beginning of softer things for Din. You smile and invite him closer, a vortex of anxiety peppered with arousal as his eyes flit over your naked body. He sets his helmet to the side with care and drifts to the foot of the throne—fuck, he’s broad. Why hadn’t you noticed that before?
Your mental berating is severed when cool air meets the wet heat of your cunt as Boba hooks your thighs over his knees, spreading you wide as far as your hips allow. Din’s unfiltered moan at the sigh of you, sends a volt of electricity through every vein. Din lowers himself to one knee, and then the other, shuffling between yours and Boba’s legs.
“Can I touch?” He asks, soft brows raising in question.
Boba lazily raises two fingers in a motion of permission. Your chest tightens at the sight of Din’s boyish grin—warm palms settling over the sharp bend of your knees. His thumbs trace soothing circles over the skin and right as Din decides to swoop down, Boba catches him by the hair atop his head and yanks. Din grunts—the long, arched line of his neck a tempting sight as he swallows. “No marks.” Din’s jaw clenches, but nonetheless, he agrees to Boba’s command.
Boba hums in satisfaction and untangles his fingers from the mess of Din’s soft curls. Din’s brows pinch together for half a tick but smooth out in the next breath. No use being irritated—especially right now.
As directed, Din leaves not a scratch. Instead he scrapes the blunt edges of his teeth along the insides of your thighs, threatening to catch soft flesh between them—but he knows better than to act on the urge. He laves his warm tongue over each freckle or blemish he finds, leaving no patch of skin undiscovered as licks a steady trail to his prize. Din mouths a warm kiss over the crease of your thigh, and smooths his calloused hands over your hips, settling for a moment to trace little circles with his thumbs onto the soft protrusion of bone there. Seemingly satisfied, he then shifts them closer to your aching cunt. His hot breath fans over your cunt as he uses his thumbs to glide through your folds, almost curious with his exploration. He makes a little hum of appreciation low in his throat when the pads of his thumbs part your soaking folds.
You whimper and bury your face into the crook of Boba’s neck, his warm palms a much needed comfort as they tickle down your ribcage, then sweep back up to cup your tits. You cry and arch— Din’s tongue is scalding—like liquid velvet as he dips the tip of his tongue from the base of your cunt all the way up to your clit. Din sucks on the little bundle of nerves, rolling his tongue until you’re crying out, molten pleasure zipping through your abdomen. He grunts as your fingers tangle into his hair—kriff.
Fuck, you need more.
Arching into his mouth, all thoughts are transfigured and molded into a vicious loop—beginning with those adoring brown eyes, the color of freshly tilled earth and the warmth of sunlight over dappled aspen leaves in the balmy summer afternoons. It ends with soft lips—rose petal pink with devotion crystallizing in his mouth like sugar—madness and uncertainty and lovesick desire is all that he is and you’re not sure if you’ll come out of this unscathed.
He sinks two deliciously thick fingers into your clenching hole and curls them, only to retract them a moment later to shovel more of your wetness onto his tongue—as if simply using his mouth wasn’t enough for him. Like he needs to savor every drop of your arousal like the golden ambrosia the gods feast upon in their palaces of cloud and endless twilight.
That frenzied desperation lingers on the edges of his movements like he’s afraid you’ll fade away like a hand through fog—but you’re going nowhere. You’d stay here, suspended in time forever if the choice were up to you.
You whine and arch off Boba’s chest plate as Din strokes and curls his fingertips, plucking little gasps and moans from you easier than breathing. He zeros in on that little spot that makes your leg go all jittery and forces out high pitched mewls that echo through the throne room. You’re careening towards another high, the sensitivity of your last orgasm amping up the influx of pleasure.
“Stars—Din. Close—I’m so close,” you gasp, pulling his hair tight enough that you know it must sting—at least a little bit. He makes no sign that it does, just groans and buries his tongue into your dripping hole, licking alongside his fingers that shovel more of your wetness into his mouth.
Your release zips through your body like a flash flood—quick and fatal that leaves you gasping for air and struggling not to let your head dip below the waves. Your high seeps into each limb until they feel heavier than lead. Fuck—it’s so hard to work through the muddled thought and remember where exactly you are. You groan and toss your head back as Din keeps going.
“Another one—let me—“ He moans, opening his mouth as wide as it’ll go so he can devour more of you. You can feel the mixture of saliva and your own arousal dripping down your cunt and over your thighs, some of it pooling on the throne or onto the floor. Your thighs shake as Din pushes you towards another high.
You squeak as Boba’s palm sweeps up your sternum, locking his fingers around your throat in a loose hold. The tip of his nose nuzzles into your cheek—silently demanding a well earned kiss as his hips rock into your ass, grinding his cock for the barest scrap of friction. You moan into his mouth as Din doubles his efforts, raw and bordering that serrated edge of overstimulation and ecstasy.
Goosebumps rush over your arm as Boba places his lips right beside the shell of your ear. You feel the sticky heat of his breath fan over your throat and shoulder, and the way his lips skim your ear when they move to form the syllables of his words. “Such a filthy princess…”
You clench around Din’s fingers and moan a half garbled, “Boba—“
His weathered palm encompasses the entirety of your breast, rolling your pebbled nipple between his forefinger and thumb. “If only you could see yourself…dripping all over my throne and another man’s tongue.” Boba clicks his tongue and shakes his head. “Depraved creature—cum for your rightful king.”
Wildfire chars your insides as it begins in your core and sweeps through your body. Tears prick the corner of your eyes as you buck and squirm in their arms—no mercy as the prickly waves of your orgasm make you hypersensitive to each touch. Even the hold on your hip, while innocent in nature, is blistering as if you suffered from a fever. You shudder as a salty tear rolls down your cheek. Boba catches it with his tongue as your ears pick up Din’s raspy praise—thanking you while spattering reverent kisses up your thighs.
Struggling to keep your eyes open, you do spot the apparent wetness soaking through the front of Din’s trousers. Fuck—he—he came again while eating you out. You whimper and rest the back of your head over Boba’s shoulder.
Your belly flinches under his scratchy facial hair as Din travels up, seizing and worshiping every inch he’s freely given before intercepted. He catches your nipple between your teeth, tugs a bit then moves to the other, lavishing equal attention with adoring lips and sweet whispers. When he reaches your collarbone, you’re boxed in against his chest plate and Boba’s. A blush blooms under your cheeks hotter than stare fire as Din gingerly sucks your earlobe into his mouth and breathes out a muted moan of your name—committing the very essence of you to his memory for the rest of his days.
Your heart squeezes tight like a clenched fist when he mumbles another thank you. Plucking up a smidge of courage, he risks planting a kiss right on the corner of your mouth. You blink—despite the sweetness of the gesture you wince as Boba snarls a curt phrase in Mando’a. Din peels himself away with a minuscule frown and slinks away.
Yet before you have the chance to remedy the situation of wounded pride and territorial jealousy—Boba tightens his hold on your hips and flips you both, so that now your back is smashed against the seat of the throne, a bit crumpled and sorta folded in half. Your hips hang off the edge as Boba holds the majority of your weight, grinding his clothed cock between the apex of your thighs.
“Don’t forget, princess—” Boba barks, slithering a hand up the column of your throat. You breath hitches as he lightly presses his palm down. “—what belongs to me.”
Reaching between you, he slides his gloved fingers through your slick folds and sinks two of them inside of your clenching center. You jolt as his thumb scrubs over your clit, still sensitive and edging towards too much.
“You want me to fuck you here?” He asks, shifting his hold to grip your jaw instead—the rounds of his fingertips digging firmly into the flesh and bone. “Say it.”
You gasp and scrabble weakly at Boba’s shoulders as he grinds the heel of his palm into your clit. “Please, Boba! Please fuck me—I need it.”
Boba folds over you, his breath fanning hot and hungry against your cheek. He devours your mouth with a discordant edge, like he’s trying to prove to the entire galaxy you are unmistakably his despite the fact you’re already wound so tightly around his fingers. Boba wrenches himself free and tears at his robe and trousers to free his thick length, leaking and flushed a rosy brown at the tip. He doesn’t keep either of you waiting as he removes his fingers and replaces them with something bigger.
You both groan as he lines himself up with your entrance and sinks into you, a delicious stretch that leaves you shivering beneath him. “Fuck—so wet for me.”
The first roll of his hips makes an obscene noise that showers shame down your throat, but it’s quickly kicked to the back of your brain as he slams back into your cunt—obliterating all thoughts save for him. Boba’s lip curls over his teeth as he claws at your thighs and yanks them over his shoulder, crushing you even further between the throne and the weight of his body. Each stroke is a liquid fire, tearing you apart at the seems while at the same time stitching you back together and leaving your body begging for more. Like this, it’s as if he’s reaching the deepest part of you, pounding into your cunt and hitting every nerve with deadly precision. Your legs prickle with the stretch as you squirm beneath him, stuck with the brunt of rough thrusts and violent stamina with nowhere to go.
“Bein’ such a good girl for me." He hums into the juncture of where your neck meets your shoulders. He sucks a mark there and tangles a hand in the hair at the nape of you neck, forcing you into a steeper arch. “Maker, you look so fuckin’ pretty stretched around my cock.”
Your walls clench tight around him as you dig your nails into the fabric of his cowl. You voice cracks with airy moans—attempting to work through the haze of lust and respond. All that tumbles from your lips is a pathetic whine of his name—so close to that precipice again.
The friction of each thrust scraping against your clit, the way he fills you and the possessive hand curled over your throat. You wiggle an arm between your bodies and rub the little bundle of nerves in a frenzied half-circle. You wheeze as Boba increases the pressure over your throat.
“Tell me who you belong to,” he demands as devastating ripples begin to spark through your core, a live wire an inch away from a puddle of water. “Tell me—“
“You! It’s you—“ You sob, desperate for another release only he can give. “I’m yours—“
Boba snickers and gives your throat another squeeze. “Cum on my cock.”
There we go.
You seize and cry out, violent shivers forcing your back to arch high off the throne and into his chest plate. It tears through your being, quick and deadly through your core, spreading to every nerve and shredding through it with molten pleasure. Boba’s voice is a gravelly scrape that vibrates next to your ear, sprinting towards his own deserved euphoria. Your climax still boiling through your blood, is dragged out as Boba continues thrusting—an endless echo that leaves you incredibly oversensitive sore. For the next few moments, his thrusts are too sharp, the grip he has on you too abrasive—but then he’s cumming too. A couple more rough jabs and then he’s seating himself deep inside your cunt, his warm release coating your insides with thick ropes.
You’re panting breaths fill the air between you, settling like fresh snow over a silent wood. By the time Boba pulls out, leaving behind a sticky trail of his cum and your arousal over the throne, you’re toeing the line of hazy unconsciousness.
“Such a good girl,” Boba praises, threading fingers through hair and tracing the lines of your face. The the soft drone of his voice mixed with Din’s gentle baritone, murmuring something you don’t catch, casts a dreamy haze over your reality. You’re not afraid that this could back fire and blow up in your face—to move inches from two serrated blades, each seeking for a taste of blood and flesh, is always a risk. But yet, the calloused hands and the sweetness of brown eyes reach through chaos and silence to offer you salvation. You take it with a smile.
You should invite Din over more often…you think, as you slip into content sleep.
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