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introloves · 4 years ago

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all i have been listening to is bubble pop electric for the past three days and uh, Thought™️ time:

hinata convincing you to ride him in the back of his car at a drive in movie.

-💭

hng- hinata 🥺🤲

— implied voyeurism + riding + soft dom! hinata + f! reader

“please.” he whispers into your ear for the fifth time, warm breath tickling your jaw and neck as he leans over the center console to you. his hand- veined, calloused and warm is squeezing your thigh, slotting in to get a handful of you, kneading you.

that one almost makes you break, but there were people around.

you had hissed that responce more times than you’d care to admit- but with a peak over to his lap, you could see the imprint of his big dick hard and slung over one of his thighs. shit.

“shoyo, t-theres a lot of people.” you whine, and he grins.

“sweet thing, we can hop in the back, the windows are more tinted.” you know he’s right, but you’re sure if someone stared enough- they’d be able to see.

your resolve is crumbling, and you make the mistake of looking at him fully, the big screen infront of you two illuminates his face- hes so handsome, but the blush and lidded eyes, quick breathing and a tanglible vibrating energy surrounding him lets you know just what he wants.

“okay- okay, but we stop if anyone sees us.” you let him know, and he smiles real wide- the visible jump of his cock in his jeans is the final nail in the coffin, /you/ werent gunna want to stop.

he grabs your face- squishing your cheeks before placing a fat- wet and very loud- kiss to your puckered and slightly opened mouth before squeezing his wide and built body between the two seats. once hes settled down, legs spread opened, he practically pulls you through as well.

“ah- there we go pretty baby. isnt that much better?” he sighs once your heat is settled above his hard dick.

you nod, what else could you do? you were about to get fucked by your insanely hot boyfriend.

its experimental- he grabs your hips lowly, pinky digging into the fat of where your thigh meets your hips- a glutton for the soft and squishy parts of you. he grabs you there and pushes you down harder, making you grind over him.

“f-fuck.” it comes out in a stutter, already hot and sweaty.

“yeah, feels good.” he responds. once again the excitment of having you wins him over, fingertips tugging your pants off all the way- slipping your shoes off, the whole show. it leaves you absolutely naked from the waist down, dripping into his jeans, leaving little strings of the arousal all over-

“messy little cunt.” he grunts, hastily unbuttoning his own pants, tugging himself out.

“c’mon angel- come take a seat.”

you do as youre told- already past any feelings of self preservation or guilt and shame. the sight of his fat dick, drooling cum, hard and waiting for you makes you go brain dead.

it hurts when you sink down, always does- but then he starts bouncing you- so hard that the car is most definitely moving- and you cant feel anything other than absolute pleasure.

it makes your toes curl, makes you grip onto his shoulder- the orange hair at the nape of his neck, makes you throw your head back and all but scream his name, youre still mindful of the fact that hes fucking you stupid while a rerun of the addams family plays in the back. he doesn’t care though- he definitely wouldnt stop you from crying out his name at a near eardrum shattering decibel.

it just makes him fuck you harder- hard grip on you, moving you all by himself, you’ve gone limp.

“pretty girl- say my name.” he groans, voice sweet and tender, one hand leaving your hips to thumb at your clit in harsh circles- favoring now to plant his feet against the car floor and buck up into you.

and jsut like he commanded you to- you say his name over and over, head thrown back while you cum right round his dick- hand planted on the roof to make sure you dont knock yourself on it.

its in harsh, fast, debilitating waves that it hits you- pussy clamping down on him over and over.

“f-fuck! fuck! fuck! cumming! i’m cumming shoyo!” you cry, legs shaking and squirming around.

it tips him over too- cant help the way he slams you down on him, your mouth popping open, to dump it all inside you.

“shit- im here too baby, ‘m cumming too.” he moans prettily.

it takes a little too long for either of you two to come back to sanity and you only do because you can hear the cars start- can see the headlights turn on.

you yelp when the car parked directly behind you turns on and shines light into his car. you duck- bury your face into his neck and hiss out a;

“fuck! fuck!”

before the light flickers twice- followed by a rapid honk.

“they saw! shoyo they saw!” you nearly die, but he giggles.

“yeah- they saw how good i fuck you, didnt they pretty girl.”

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olivyh · 2 years ago

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Hi! Your twst self insert drawing + introudction was great. Its nice getting to know the admin behind the blogs, so hope we get too see more of them eventually! As for the drawing. How did you nail the twst style? I m struggle with it still. T_T (hope u wont find this messege cringe or smth T_T).

TYSM!!! And its not cringe at all!!!! I actually got super into this ask and made a tutorial on how I made my sprite!!

To preface this, I do strongly recommend references! Anime isn't my usual style, so I very much needed references to get this project done! Also please use references for color, anatomy, clothing folds, etc etc. No shame in using references, people!!!! When I was drawing my TWST sprite, I always had a picture of either Epel or Riddle off to the side to make sure that I was getting everything as close as I could!

Body:

Honestly,,, the best I can recommend is to find a reference to start off with for the poses (as any drawing), but make the head a little larger to match the anime art style! Or, as a cheat, crop off the head of a twst character/ use the same pose as them,,,,,,.,,

Face:

So for the face, I took the proportions of Riddle's face and applied them to my own, as TWST characters' facial structures are a little different from one another (For example, the way Jack's face is longer and more stretched out than Lilia's). I present as more feminine, so I went with his basic face shape and proportions (Sorry Riddle), but you can also use whichever character you'd like! You can also use Eliza and Najma's facial structures' features if you'd like if you'd like to look more fem! I believe you can also use the fairy sprites,,,, but I'd have to double check how their proportions even out. Even for younger ocs, theres characters like Cheka and Ortho you could use as a reference!

If you want to look more masc, most of the cast does have the proportions for it!

If you want to look like both, or neither, you can always choose some of the characters that have in between proportions, like Kalim, Adeuce, Ruggie etc etc...

Eyes:

Again, you can copy TWST characters' eyes if you want, or you can make up your own shape! We're very lucky as a fan base because TWST has a lot of diversity in their facial features (example, Epel, Ruggie, Floyd, and Cater all have downturned eyes, but they're drawn very differently!), so there's a lot of options to look from! If not, here's a few tips on how to draw twst eyes

-They're roughly in a weird C shape, with the inner corners being open!

-TWST also puts three lines in the character's eyes- one branching off from the eye, one slightly above, and the third one being much higher! If you have a monolid, you can also exempt these lines completely, as they're more obvious in some characters than others (for example, the line's of Floyd's eyes are very spread apart, where in other characters, they are so close that you can only count one or two!)

The eyes themselves (the colored part,,, i forget the word) come in many different shapes, sizes, and colors. The best advice I can give is to find a reference and color it in that way. As a base for the eyes, there are a few tricks:

-The eye is two colors, with a dark shade of your chosen color on the top, and a lighter shade on the bottom.

-The pupil is a darker shade of the eye color, not black

-In some characters (its very obvious in characters with larger eyes, like Kalim), the devs do draw small, light lines under the pupil, like how you would draw rays of the sun (with the pupil being the sun)- but it's only really in the bottom half. (In characters like Malleus and Riddle, they're not there at all from what I can see.)

-The twst artists do not add a ton of sparkle to the character's eyes! In most sprites, theres no shine at all, but for mine I did add a little circle of light (because i feel like without the sparkle they look a little scary!)

To sum it up, here's it all drawn out on Floyd:

Nose:

The nose is fairly basic,,, it's a diamond shape (the top half longer than the bottom!), the left side is a very light shade of the skin tone, and the right side is the same shade you would use to shade the rest of the body! It's a little hard to explain, so here's a diagram!

Shading:

The shading in Twst characters is broken up, and some of them are different from others. Again, this is where using references play a huge role!

For basic shading (as in, sprite shading, not card shading), it's normally just a darker, less vibrant version of the chosen skin tone! Here's some examples for diff skin tones that I have for when I want to draw the characters (Feel free to screenshot):

Of course, there's not a ton here (since I only selected a few from my character ref sheet), but it's a basic idea! The shading of the characters is also very similar to the shading on the orbs, very clean lines, and it's not blended out on the skin. The shading on the skin is around the eyes, the hair, the sides of the face, the neck, and of course, the skin (where clothes meet skin, where normal shadows would be). There is also, occasionally, a gradient where the clothes meet the skin- which happens in real life too!

In the Riddle diagram, notice the skin where his wrist is a little duller than the shading? That's because the devs made it so that the color of his white shirt reflects off his skin! (To see it irl, put your hand near neon or brightly colored clothing, you should see the color reflected off your skin!)

For clothing and hair, they have gradients! It goes from very light at the top, to a darker shade at the bottom! It's a similar shading technique to the one on the skin. Of course, in clothing, do the darker shade first, and then a lighter shade on top!

For the hair, separate it into thick chunks and shade them as you shaded before, but add the shine (which looks like drawing a pretty long diamond shape!) in white or a very light color of the hair. This is for straight and/or wavy hair, as the techniques are similar in Riddle and Azul's hair

Now, TWST does not have the best hair diversity, the only example of a different hair type would be Sam, but of course, he just has one hairstyle of many.

Sam has locs (please correct me if I'm wrong), and the TWST team did follow the basic shading pattern, but they put texture within each individual loc, as well as added texture to the shaved side of his head (which seems to be another light-to-dark gradient of hair, but with the aforementioned textures). There arent' large highlights like in other hair styles, bit a lot of the highlights are embedded in each loc! It's a lot lighter than in the picture, but underneath each shadow, there's a highlight to counter it!

For braids, I believe using the braided side of Jamil's hair would be a good starting point. There's lines drawn to show which direction the hair is being pulled again (again, shaded in chunks), as well as drawn lines to show his scalp. The highlights are a lot smaller than on the straighter hair, but they're drawn more towards the back of the head. Of course, this is not exactly what other hair styles would look like, but it's a place to start as reference.

Now for loose hair and hair types that I didn't mention, I'm unsure of how they would look in the TWST art style. You could look through the Black Butler manga to see if there's any characters who could have a similar hair type and draw it based off that. I would follow the basic "rules" of the Twst art style: use a gradient as a base, have both darker colors for shading, and lighter colors for highlights. There are also lots of TWST creators who I've seen around who are very good at adding their hair types in that style! If you know of any references, please comment them or dm me and I'll add their username into this post for people to use (with said creator's permission, of course)!

Finally, the biggest thing that I've seen twst do!!!!

The blue!!!!!!!!!!!!

On the borders and in the backs of many twst characters, theres this sort of... blue glow that highlights certain parts. You can even see it in the Jamil picture above, in the hair right below his ear. Again, it's best to use a reference to see what spots exactly you need to hit with the blue! If you have an airbrush tool in whichever program you use, it's a good idea to use that!

These are all the little things I've noticed while I was drawing, and I hope you can use them all too! If anyone else noticed anything different or wanted to add anything, please do! I love seeing what other people pick up on, and it'd be nice to see what I missed.

And if it doesn't look exactly like a twst character, no worries! The most recent sprite that I made was my sixth? Seventh? try, and it's still not perfect! Don't stress out too much about it- inserting yourself or ocs is a fun thing!

Have fun!!!!!!! I hope this helped!!

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland headcannons #twst headcannon #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #twst fanart #twisted wonderland fanart

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darthwheezely · 4 years ago

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okay im backkkkk 💌 anything kinda angsty for fred pls (like a break up but theres a bit of making up at the end pls

resentment and reconciliation- f.w. hcs

Warnings: this one kinda hurt to write I’m ngl, I love you Jess but DAMN - cussing probably, mentions of slut shaming, actual smut, a lOT OF ANGST, hateful!fred

THIS WILL BE SO UNGODLY LONG THIS IS BASICALLY A PSUEDO ONE SHOT

people that might like this(?): @whiz-bangs78 @vogueweasley @theweasleyslut @loony-loopy-lupinn @lupinsclassroom @vivianweasley @oh-for-merlins-sake @kitwalker02 @tatesimper @gcdric @slytherinsunrise @lumosandnoxwriting

you and Fred were friends...

...simply friends

yep

mhm

only friends

friends that liked to casually dominate each other multiple times a week

sometimes multiple times a day

but regardless of your entirely messy relationship, you were best friends

...weren’t you?

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re so goddamn tight me,” Fred hissed as he was pounding inside of you, determined to release some kind of frustration from seeing you with George for the whole day when you both knew you had really just wanted to spend the day with Fred. Right?

“Freddie, you feel so good” you said airily as he hiked up one of your legs onto one of his shoulders.

“Yeah, princess? You like the way I fill you up so good, make you fucking mine?” When you moaned in response he threw your other leg onto the opposite shoulder, determined to show you just how much you were his, and what that meant for him. He had been watching you for months pretend nothing was happening outside this room, and regardless if you knew it or not, it had been killing him the day he agreed to your rendezvous the first time.

“Yes, Freddie, fuck, yes”

“Gonna come for me, sweet girl?”

“God, yes, Fred-“ and with a harsh thrust to your g-spot you clenched around him tightly, your body releasing onto him in a massive wave. He put his free hand that didn’t have your arms pinned above you to your clit, determined to have you as overstimulated as possible.

“Fred, please-“ you whined vehemently at his rough touch.

“I’m coming baby, I’m right here” and with a final pound he had smoothed your walls with him, the throbbing finally subsiding. He rolled his hips slowly to ride out his high, and he then pulled out, falling to your side and pulling you into his arms. He could feel your heart pounding as your breasts heaved against him, desperate for air flow where he had rid you of it all.

“We haven’t held each other like this in a while, Freddie...it’s...it’s really nice.” You whispered against his bare chest, pressing a kiss or two there. He nodded and buried his mouth in your hair, fluttering his eyes.

“I promise I’ll take every opportunity to hold you, okay?”

that was tuesday

let’s skip to Thursday morning

you had only told one other person about your complicated relationship with Fred, and that was Hannah Abbot

you trusted her, you saw her as your BEST friend

but unfortunately, good ol’ hannah didn’t really feel the same

she had it out for you when Roger Davies had confessed he had a crush on you at the Yule Ball, kissed you even, against your consent

see, he was Hannah’s date

and she didn’t like that very much

to top it allllll off?

she had been casually crushing on Fred ever since she had her heart broken by Roger

so now here you all were, seventh year and you assumed as per usual that everything was fine

when clearly, unbeknownst to you

this bitch saw you six feet under

so Hannah did what she knew would hurt you the most

she told Roger :)

“Please he’s absolutely balls deep in love with her, but poor thing doesn’t know she’s using him for a roll in the sack.” Said Hannah, filing her nails in the courtyard. Roger looked at her absolutely dumbfounded.

“No, Y/N, isnt like that. And besides, Fred’s a good mate of mine and...She just wouldn’t do that to him. Feelings or not, she’s not one to use people.” He shook his head starting to get up from the tree he’d been leaning on.

“Well, she used you, didn’t she?” She purred demurely. He turned to look at her, jaw clenched.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He gritted out.

“She’s making him her personal whore, exactly like she did when she rejected you at the Ball...I mean...cmon, Rog. Don’t people deserve to know who she really is?”

everyone had heard the next day how Y/N was fucking Fred Weasley like an Olympic sport

and how he wasn’t the one coming out on top for the first time

at first he didn’t know what he did when he walked into the Great Hall to stares and whispers

George had tried to get him to go back to bed so he could bring him food

but fred demanded answers

and when he found out what it was

...he was crushed

You walked into the cascading staircase, bounding up the stairs. It was Thursday night, you and Fred’s night to be alone while George and Lee would be hanging out. You walked into the room to see Fred, throwing things onto his bed and looking angry and...hurt?

“Fred, what-what is all this?” He didn’t look at you, just continued to pick stuff up off the floor, and got one of your bras. He threw it at you.

“It’s all your shit, Y/N. Might as well help since this is the last time you’ll ever be in my room. Or around me again quite frankly.” He started to look down again and keep working but he heard you whimper and his eyes flashed up to yours. He started to laugh harshly. “Oh my god, stop.” He rolled his eyes and threw his arms out. “You got what you wanted from me didn’t you, Y/N? Quick shag and no feelings and knowing you had an entire fucking human being completely and utterly devoted to you with, what did Ron say? ‘Half the commitment’?” He smiled at you but it was one with rage, with tears pooling at his eyes, pain emitting off his body in hot waves. He didn’t even know he was shouting.

“I mean, Jesus, I’m in love with you and you got to go on and-and fuck whoever you want because guess what at the end of the day you get to tell everyone that Fred fucking Weasley is your own personal whore and would do anything for you and that just got you where you wanted it didn’t it? Didn’t it?” He had stopped yelling, his heart pounding as he took in the sight of you fully in tears now, flinching at him quietly. He felt immediately then like he was going to throw up, something wasn’t right, you usually were so fiery and assertive and here you were looking like a dog that got kicked repeatedly. He swallowed thickly. “Get your stuff and get the fuck out I can’t stand the sight of you.”

Without looking at him you reached onto his bed and grabbed everything you could carry, and swiftly left the room. Everyone in the Gryffindor common room, except George, looking at you with pure unbridled disdain.

George was the only it seemed, that cared about you at this time for the next couple weeks

He didn’t tell Fred, but it had been George that had been sneaking up food to you in your dorm room

It had been George that had sent you little notes in class that said things like

I love you, Y/N. I believe in you, okay?

He even visited your dorm one day when you couldn’t move so much as one leg off your bed, and he caught you then, while you were sobbing about the loss of Fred and yourself and he held you and put you back in bed

and waited until you fell back asleep and moved the hair out of your face

he needed to tell Fred the truth

meanwhile, Fred was floundering

he had fallen back into his coping mechanism of sex and violence, mostly the first one

he had started hooking up with virtually everyone in his year that he’d ever rejected

after all - fred was labeled as a slut so why not act like one

if there was anything Fred was good at, it was being loud

in bed it had never been an issue - in fact, it was a talent now, yeah?

he’d been hearing it around school for weeks now

how easy he was

how much he would do to get in a girl’s pants

how he dipped his wick in anything that moved

anything and everything

he got it from girls

“c’mon freddie can i take a ride just once”

to the guys

“Oi freddie, you let your mates hit it for free too?”

if it were from a guy he’d usually swing a punch

or 12

he’d gotten in his most fights that he ever had in any of his years at hogwarts

but then Georgie came along:

George had waited on Fred’s bed, as his twin was in the shower. Lucky for Fred, George had been able to trace Roger’s little dip in the gossip system all the way back to Hannah Abbott, who everyone knew was bullshit, and had decided to let his brother know exactly what kind of a supreme asshat he was being to their best friend (and the love of Fred’s life, let’s be super honest.)

“Georgie, what the hell are you doing-”

“About to give you the whip cracking of your life, dear brother.” George swung his legs off the bed as Fred continued to dry his hair in the mirror, rolling his eyes.

“Is this about the last girl I had by? We didn’t fuck on your bed if that’s what you’re so worried about.” Fred quipped and George took everything in his power to not bitch slap the hell out of his older twin. George clenched his jaw and rolled it.

“You fucked up, Freddie.” He said quietly. Fred turned slowly to look at him. “Excuse me?”. “You. Fucked. Up.” George said a bit louder. “Y/N got played. By Hannah Abbott and Roger Davies. She’s had a crush on you this whole time, you absolute dumb piece of shit.” And then George did push Fred then backwards onto the bathroom wall, but he was too dumbfounded by the usually sensible twin’s behavior to do anything back.

“That’s-I don’t understand-“

“Oh my god, Fred. Hannah’s been in love with for ages, she lied. To everyone. Roger did too, he’s wanted to get with Y/N since day 1 you know that just as well as I do.” Fred tightened his arm, thinking about Roger with his lips and arms on you that night last year-

“Your point? She still said that shit about me” he said gruffly, but a pool of anxiety swirled in his stomach all the same

“Don’t you get it? Y/N is in love with you. She didn’t say or do anything to hurt you. At all. She hasn’t been eating, she hasn’t been doing homework, she throws up constantly, she’s barely left bed but to go to the library and usually all she does there is sleep anyway, she cries all the time and it’s been me making sure she still is present if not to just see people every damn day! So quit youre moping and fix this shit or I swear to God, Freddie, I’ll knock your block off.” George was heaving, pools of water in his eyes as he swallowed. “She’s my best friend too, you know.”

Fred looked up at George then and had started to cry. All of those things he said, all of the words he spat at her like they could burn her skin and cause some of the pain he believed she had caused him, when in reality you had-you had done nothing wrong.

“Georgie, I’m sorry” he choked.

“I know you are. But I’m not the one to say it to right now...you’ve gotta find her, Freddie. Please.”

you had been in the corner of the quidditch stands

the wind was blowing against your hair

you couldn’t be in your room anymore, it started to smell like you

and you, prior to an hour ago, didn’t smell too appetizing

you reeked of sweat and tears and your own sick

you took a shower so hot you wanted it to burn you alive

maybe sanitize the last of your fear and your hurt away

you had lost weight, you had lost feeling

you all in all had just lost

and you had never wanted to go home so badly, already considering writing home

you hated being reminded that your best friend and crush hated you

wanted you to be hated by everyone else too

but then, you heard footsteps

“Y/N?” Fred whispered to himself as he saw you in the stands. You looked so worn, so lifeless sitting there - he almost didn’t recognize you from the way your hair, usually scrunched up and bouncy had fallen flatly against your face, further slapped around by the wind outside. You had been wearing an oversized sweater and your sweatpants had pooled around your ankles. Simply put, you were miserable.

“Y/N?” He called again once he was standing in front of you. You turned to look at him in what felt like slow motion, but when you locked eyes with him, you immediately felt fearful.

“I-I’m sorry, I’ll leave now” you sputtered

“No, hey, wait, please” he reached out to grab your arm and you froze, letting him take it. He looked at you, with a flash of fear and worry on your face and he wanted to throw up knowing he was the one that made you feel like that.

“Fred, please let go” you hoarsely whispered.

“No, love, I’m not going to let go I have some things to apologize for.”

You started to cry, eyes dropping again to his hand on your arm and breathing feeling suddenly like a very hard task. “You hate me now: you sobbed and you pulled yourself from his grip, turning away from him and gathering your bag. He started to scramble for your hold again tears starting to stream down his face

“No, angel, please, I could never hate you”

“Oh? What about those things you said to me in your room-” you were walking faster over the benched seats, making your way to the other side.

“I know I know I said those things in my room but I can’t believe them because you have to believe me when I tell you I’m in love with you” and he was sobbing at your body turned away from him. You turned to look at him with a skeptical quirk of your face.

“No, no you don’t.” You spat.

“Yes, Y/N, I do please let me explain” he said earnestly taking in your bright eyes and the furrow of your brow.

“People who love each other don’t scream at them and throw things.” You said flatly. You wanted him to be true but you couldn’t make yourself believe him.

“Just give me five minutes of your time and-and if you hate me you never have to see me again. Please.” He closed the gap between you two and motioned for you to sit down. You licked a tear from your lip and nodded siting on a bench besides him.

“Hannah and Roger told everyone-”

“I know what happened. What they did. I want to hear about you. And what you said. And are saying” you looked at him in the eyes with steel burning behind your irises.

He sighed and rubbed his jaw. “I thought that what we had was purely sex in your eyes. And I was too much of a coward to ever ask you, so when I heard someone tell me that my own insecurities could possibly be true,” he inhaled a harsh breath as tears started to fall “I-I was crushed. By the idea that you saw me as what other people saw me as...as a toy? I guess? Or a sexual prop? To use when you wanted. But I hide my feelings a lot as you know, so even if you did feel that way, it would’ve looked like I agreed because I hate you knowing how sad I am,” he started to choke on his tears, the anguish of knowing he hurt you this much was too much for him to ever be able to handle. “I just wanted to hold you and whisper in your ear and tell you how much I love you and the thought of my own fears being true pushed you away. And you never have to forgive me. I-when I yelled at you like that I wanted to see you hurt, I think. I wanted you to see how sad it made me to think about you with other people like you had been with me and” he took a final breath and you pulled his body into you. “Y/N, my love I’m so sorry.” His sobs shook your body, the feeling and angle of the destroyed boy you love shaking you everywhere. You pressed kisses to his head. “Freddie, I love you” you repeated “I love you here and here and here and here and here” and with every kiss you gave him, you were determined to soothe him. “I-I’ sorry too, for not being as forthright with you about how i felt too. It’s always been you, Freddie.” He choked out a watery smile and he leaned in to kiss your face everywhere he could, his tears stinging against the wind and your cheeks.

“If-If you could ever be with me I will always be open to it at any time, you know that don’t you? I-I understand if you can’t.” He held his forehead to yours, his nose brushing yours ever so slightly.

“Freddie, I love you. You were who I missed when I couldn’t get out of bed for fuck’s sake you’re all I want,” and he leaned into you then fully, capturing your wet and chapped lips against his. Your arms wrapped around his neck and he melted into you like this

this

this was fred weasley

#fred weasley #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley headcanons #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley smut #harry potter #harry potter headcanon #Harry Potter smut

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samadiw · 4 years ago

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Knickers - Part 03 - Yellow Knickers 💛

Yellow?

Fucking yellow?

She didnt have yellow knickers, she didnt have yellow anything and it wasnt like she could stroll into Hogsmeade and buy a pair.

Hermione pulls out her drawer of knickers, for a girl who didnt get it on much, she had a drawer full of colourful undies, one must always feel good in what covers your twat.

She gingerly picks up a scanty almost see through black pair of knickers, well, they would have to do.

Placing the pair on the bed, she reaches for her wand and waves it over the undergarment, the colour instantly changes from black to dark yellow.

Hermione grins, it looks better than she expected.

H : "Not bad..."

She flops down on the bed and thinks of Malfoy's cock for what seemed like the hundredth time that day.

The fucker had no shame in just whipping it out in front of her, his crass boldness turned her on, he didn't care to tip toe around her as if she would shatter into a million pieces.

Her toes curl with wanting, he would widen her nicely, she had always been told she was tight.

Damn that bloody Malfoy cock.

*******

T : "The fuck man."

B : "Don't you get sick of losing?"

T : "You're cheating, I know it."

B : "Its wizards chess, you just suck."

T : "I have to meet Luna but once I'm back, I want a bloody rematch."

B : "Let's make it interesting, care to place a bet?"

T : "10 Galleons?"

B : "My house elf makes 10 times that, you bloody cheapskate."

T : "Later."

B : "Use protection, we don't want crummy chess players being added to the population."

T : "Fuck you, Zabini."

Draco walks in towelling his hair

B : "Ah, want to grab a butter beer?"

D : "Sure, mate."

Throws a bottle at Draco and he catches it expertly.

D : "So, whats the name of the new broad?"

B : "Patil..."

D : "Nice."

B : "Is Weasley still banging Granger?"

D : "Haven't a clue."

B : "She's looking rather fine this year."

Draco tightens his hold on the bottle and takes a long swig.

Blaise didnt know the half of it.

The next morning

T : "Fuck, are you ready to leave?"

D : "Yeah, I've got some, unm...work to do."

What he wanted to do was claim his seat in the Great Hall before someone else did.

B : "Well, I'm ready, I'll come with you, Theo, do hurry up bitch."

T : "Yeah, yeah, I'm hurrying."

They walk into the Great Hall and find it half full.

A bunch of 3rd years are sitting in Draco's usual place.

The blonde towers over the younger students and hisses darkly.

D : "Move, now!"

The adolescent boys trip over themselves in their haste to get up.

"Yes, Mr Malfoy, sir."

"Right away."

"So sorry."

Blaise and Draco slide into the seat.

B : "I think the tall one wet his pants."

D : "Respect, Blaise, must be taught when young."

B : "Theres a fine line between respect and bullying."

D : "Potato, potahto."

B : "Why the fuck do you keep looking at the entrance?"

D : "For Nott, ofcourse."

Blaise raises a brow and grins.

B : "Sure you are..."

Hermione links her arm through Ron's and he whispers a funny joke into her ear, she throws her head back in laughter.

From across the hall she can feel steely grey eyes watching her every movement.

She locks eyes with the ice blonde and bites her lip.

Settling down in her usual spot, Hermione looks at Draco through hooded eyes and challenges him.

Draco smirks, fucking showtime.

He's about to drop something when a voice cuts into his train of thought.

PS : "Mr Malfoy."

Fuck..

D : "Yes, Professor Slughorn?"

PS : "Come with me, boy, I need your rather unique potion making skills."

Come on, no, no...

D : "Now?"

Slughorn raises a brow.

PS : "Yes, now..."

Draco glances at Hermione desperately.

Did the old codger have to fuck up his morning?

Draco weakly protests

D : "But sir, I'm um..hungry."

Hungry for Grangers cunt.

PS : "Now! Before I start deducting points off Slytherin."

The bloody bastard.

Draco gets to his feet

D : "Fine."

Hermione looks on in disappointment, brings her legs together and watches Malfoy trail after Slughorn miserably.

The fuming Slytherin throws a look of annoyance her way before exiting the hall after the potions master.

Draco misses his first two lessons because of Slughorn's potions emergency, he is still at it when his year piles into the classroom.

He wipes his brow and looks up, Hermione grins and pats the seat next to her suggestively.

It wouldn't do to openly sit next to the Gryffindor without a bunch of questions being asked.

Draco coughs to distract everyone else and shakes his head, Hermione frowns, rolls her eyes and pulls out her books.

PS : "Good job, Mr Malfoy."

Draco replies in frustration.

D : "Yeah, no problem, Professor."

He gathers this things and sits next to Theo.

The class drones on and by the end of it Draco has dozed off more than once.

Theo nudges him and hisses.

T : "For fuck sake, get up."

The class ends and the exhausted students leave the dungeons and make their way to lunch before the next round of classes start.

Hermione studiously avoids Draco, she wouldn't go to him, let him come to her.

Refusing to sit with her, who the bloody hell did he think he was?

She steps into the abandoned girls bathroom to fix her hair and wash the tiredness off her face.

It takes but a second.

The door opens, closes with a bang and a heavy firm body presses up against her back.

Shocked at first, Hermione reaches for her wand but she looks up to see Draco grinning smugly at her.

She turns around and shoves him

H : "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

D : "Isn't it obvious?"

H : "This is the girls lavatory."

D : "I'm aware."

H : "Get away from me, you pervert."

D : "I haven't seen your knickers today, Granger."

H : "And you're not going to see them now."

D : "Oh, I beg to differ."

He places firm hands on her waist, lifts her and settles her on the counter.

Hermione lashes out

H : "Have you lost your damn mind?"

Draco winks.

D : "Possibly."

Hermione tries to hop down.

H : "I'm not playing this bloody game."

Draco holds her in place, his long fingers brush gently along her skin and edge upwards.

He pushes up the school skirt so it bunches around her waist and stares at the bright yellow undie hugging her pussy lips, outlining every dip and curve.

Draco swallows hard, up close she looks absolutely breathtaking.

H : "There, you saw them, are you satisfied?"

D : "Immensely, yellow might be my new favourite colour."

H : "Very funny, now let me go."

D : "Not so fast, pet."

He runs a long finger down her material covered slit.

Hermione gasps and a involuntary moan escapes her full lips.

She comes back to her senses and scolds.

H : "Stop it, anyone could walk in."

Draco rolls his eye, waves his wand and distinctive click echoes through the quiet bathroom.

He grins mischievously.

D : "Problem solved."

He continues to rub enticing circles around the flesh of her inner thighs.

D : "I wonder if you taste as good as you look."

H : "You wouldn't..."

D : "Oh, I would and you will love it."

He peels down her panties, leaving a trail of fire where his fingers touch her skin.

Draco puts Hermione smooth legs over his shoulders and bends to give her exposed cunt a quick lick.

Hermione gasps as he delves inside her with the tip of his tongue.

He gives her clit a quick flick and proceeds to eat her out generously.

Holy fuck, was Malfoy licking her cunt?

Oh, so good, so bloody good.

D : "You taste divine, let's see what makes you come."

Hermione's breathing elevates, she surrenders to the blonde licking her to glory.

The noises he makes as he moves his tongue echo in her head and fuel her pending release.

H : "Malfoy...."

D : "Wet, so fucking wet."

They have 4 minutes and 26 seconds before their next class.

Draco figures he needs 3 minutes tops to fuck her with his talented tongue and feel her orgasm on it.

D : "You taste fucking amazing."

He parts her pussy lips with his tongue again and begins to lap at her eager wetness.

Moving slowly, he uses the tip of his tongue to circle her ever receptive bud.

His tongue slips and he's rewarded with a loud moan.

Ah, so that's the spot.

Draco relentlessly tongues Hermione till she squirms.

He wants to look at her, keeping up his ministrations he braved a look at the witch whispering his name.

She was shuddering above him, her body wracked in pleasure.

Head thrown back, wild curls around her face, fuck...she looked stunning.

Her eyes closed, thighs spread wide and hands massaging her breasts and pinching her nipples.

This was a sight he could get used to.

H : "There, oh fuck...don't stop..."

H : "Oh...mm...I'm going to come."

Music to his ears, he takes her swollen bud between his lips and sucks hard.

D : "Let go, baby."

Hermione lets out a cry, grabs a fistful of Draco's hair and comes crashing down around him.

Only after she rode her high and stilled did he wipe her dripping juices off his chin and get to his feet.

H : "Well, that was..."

She hopes off the counter and attempts to stand on wobbly legs.

Draco licks his cum stained lips and grins.

D : "Something else."

H : Yes, something else.

Draco muses .

D: "And we havent even kissed yet."

Post orgasm bliss aside, Hermione asks.

H : "Why didn't you sit next to me? Do you still think me dirty?"

Dirty, was the woman mad? She fucking came in his mouth and he couldn't believe the words that were coming out of her mouth.

Draco pulls Hermione close and kisses her.

The kiss is no gentle exchange between lovers, its hard, fast and demanding

He pries her stubborn lips open with his tongue and slips it in to seek the inner sweetness, they grab onto each other fighting for dominance, until, she breaks free and surfaces for air.

Draco nibbles on the heated flesh of her neck and whispers.

D : "That's your cum you taste on my tongue, do you honestly believe your blood status means fuck all to me?"

He places a tender kiss to her lips

D : Actually, I wanted to spare you the embarrassment of mingling with an ex Death Eater.

Hermione shoves him playfully.

H : "Sod it, sit with me tomorrow."

D : "You dig your own grave, Granger."

A distinctive tent decorated Draco's trousers, he cups the bulge and adjusts his painfully hard erection.

H : "Oh, you're still hard, let me..."

D : "We don't have time."

Hermione's face falls in disappointment and Draco smirks.

D : "Don't worry about it, you can make up for it tomorrow."

Draco picks up the discarded yellow knickers and pockets them.

D : "I'm keeping these by the way."

H : "You cant be serious?"

D : "I rather enjoy the thought of you walking about the castle knickerless."

H : "You fucking smug prat."

D : "Blue is my favourite colour, Granger."

Draco lifts the spell and walks out.

Funny, she would've bet her left tit that it was black.

#dramione #draco and hermione #draco x hermione #hermione granger #draco lucius malfoy #dramionefandom #dramionefanart #dramione smut #dramione fanfic

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prof-peach · 4 years ago

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Hey Prof, I need your advice.

My sister recently decided she didn't wanted her bulbasaur anymore (she got him on a whim about a month ago) and gave him to me, he is quite violent and tends to attack when I try to get close to him.

Now, that wouldn't be a huge problem, but my Purrloin has gotten hurt trying to befriend him, she's quite outgoing and never really liked fighting (we enjoy contests so she knows a few more flashy attacks), so she couldn't even defend herself properly.

I don't want to give up on him and my local rescue center is filled with Bunearies (you know, after Easter kids don't want their Bunny anymore) so they can't take him in right now, any advice in how I can go about this situation?

Sounds to me like you have a tricky little dude on your hands. So you're not battle orientated which will make this harder, Bulbasaur in the wild are actually quite combat minded to defend their families and territory, and a lot of their herds consist of strict hierarchy based on power and skill, often led by older, fully evolved members of their group.

Before you take any actions to befriend them, its worth noting that any pokemon who comes into your care showing aggression is usually doing so for one or two reasons that are pretty universal for any species. Fear being the main issue with pokemon who have been ditched, if a pokemon is unwell, if it feels exposed, if it is unsure of you or your home, your partners, it may lash out because it is afraid. Even what looks like pure anger can stem from a fear. Of course some individuals are just full of rage, its not unheard of, but for the most part it comes from somewhere else.

For a moment, take the time to put yourself in this pokemons shoes. It was chosen, with hopes and ambitions of its own, by your sister, a stranger to them, and for whatever reason they were cast aside. This reason may be unclear to the pokemon, it may be unfair, unkind, or even without malice just out of pure indifference. No matter the reason, this pokemon has been left behind by a trainer it at one point probably wanted to try to get along with. I don’t know what your sister may or may not have done, or provided for the bulbasaur, but it will help you understand how its feeling, if you were to ask her about their relationship prior to you receiving the pokemon. If it has always been aggressive and angry, i’d seriously consider talking to it about release, not rehome.

We humans have a preconceived notion that pokemon are pets and things to keep with us. This may be true for some sure, but not every pokemon wishes to be a captive to a human, they may want more for themselves, and wish for a free life with their own kind. We cannot put our wants and desires above that of the pokemons, so you two need to have a talk, at a respectful distance for safeties sake, to see what the Bulbasaur feels they may want. These are herd pokemon, born and bred to be with their own kind, if not a larger group, if its lonely, if it wants to go home, to start a family, or simply to not be held in a ball as some creature to be owned, then you as its current carer must give it what you can. You can always find another pokemon who wants to be your partner, but you cannot give back lost years to a pokemon who has lived a life its unhappy with. Treat them with respect, and be open and honest. At the end of the day we have a chance to help pokemon, and forcing what we want onto them is a hinderance, and will lead to them feeling unsatisfied and bitter in the long run.

Some pokemon lash out due to the process of being handed off to someone else, trust is earnt, not always just simply given to whoever holds the pokeball. Remember this as you move forward, and try to keep your other pokemon away from them, Bulbasaur are territorial species, and have to accept pokemon into their families before simply allowing them to come and go freely into their personal space. Despite their grouchy natures at times they usually do have a morally positive compass, and defend with ferocity when they love something. Perhaps in you showing genuine concern for their welfare and future, offering them not what you want, but instead what they want, they may give you a chance to get closer, but take baby steps, and try to be their friend above all else. I bet they're feeling pretty lonely right now.

Its worth sharing interests with the pokemon, talk about contests, see if they're interested, some pokemon have a predisposition for this, others have no interest and prefer more battle based lives, or even peaceful non-competitive existences. no amount of pressure will change a pokemon’s nature, and some just aren't cut out for the fine art of showmanship that contests require. You can however use powerful attacks in showy ways, so theres always hope that they could enjoy it, if you can work with them to their strengths.

If possible, work to getting them outdoors, cooping grass types up can lead to stroppy, testing personalities, many thrive in the outdoors, he may need some serious outside time to compensate for the lack of exercise and natural stimulation they may have not been getting prior to your ownership. There are plenty of areas in public that are much like tennis courts, areas of space you can book for a set amount of time too exercise difficult pokemon, these locations are often secure facilities, both outdoors and indoors, to suit a range of species. find one that has outdoor facilities and book a few hours per week to go there, increasing the time whenever possible. This exercise and time with you may help to find common ground, and topics that you and the bulbasaur can bond over. This can be anything from battles, to sun bathing, playing sports, games, swimming, running or digging, and everything in between. Bulbasaur naturally are great foragers and tend to like to snaffle about in long grass and shrubland, hiding treats like berry slices in a secure environment is good enrichment and can tire the pokemon out. a tired pokemon is usually a little less aggressive, having lower energy levels and less want to expend attacks. this process also associated you with something fun, and your scent will be on the treats too, so they'll know you were the one to provide this activity for them.

I’d also take plenty of time to observe the bulbasaur, as your sister got them on a whim, they probably had no prior knowledge of the species, or how to correctly care for them. In a month, a health complaint could have begun to show, so observe their colouration, feet, walking gait, sleeping patterns, feeding habits, and general behaviour. Excess scratching, heavy breathing, or unusual shaking or moving can suggest a health condition is starting to take form. Most can be helped if caught early, but some illnesses give the pokemon discomfort, and can lead to snappy tempers and irritability. It could be that this individual is in pain, or finding life difficult due to its health, which can cause a lot of hostility as i’m sure anyone would agree. It can suck to be sick!

This species can be won over if you can prove you have a skill of worth to them. This is the case with a lot of pokemon, having respect for something they cannot do, and learning that they need things from you can lead to them at least tolerating us humans. Its a foot in the door. A trick i like t use with particularly difficult bulbasaur is to give them their fav food, whatever it is, then put it in a clear container the pokemon cannot open. They have no thumbs, and their vines though dexterous, aren't able to open every kind of container. The pokemon will want whats inside, and be unable to access it. they will eventually give up out of frustration. this is where you come in. enter the space, don’t let your pokemon approach as this can be threatening, and open the container. leave it on the floor open, making sure they've watched you get the thing open. They can then approach and enjoy their fav food, all thanks to you and those wondrous thumbs you have. repeating this process yields good results, and starts a mutual relationship of tolerance and acceptance between you and a bulbasaur. Most will accept they want the food more than they want you gone, and you provide something they can’t get to. whatever you do, don’t let them see that you were the one to lock the food up in the container. Get a friend to do it, or do it in the room, and leave it in place on the floor, before allowing the bulbasaur to enter and investigate the item. If they see you're the one doing it, the trick is foiled, and your back to square one. Eventually this does tend to lead to the pokemon becoming less stressed with you around them, and eventually it leads to trust, and even friendship. This trick is good to use to get them use to you, once they're ok with you being around them because of your use to them, they may start to take food from you directly, engage in play, or even just sit and tolerate company for short periods of time. Do not expect this to be quick, but it does usually do the trick.

Regardless, i do have concern that the pokemon may want to be with its own, should you discuss this and find they're not interested in being housebound and a pet, feel free to send them our way, we had exactly this situation in mind when setting up the islands facilities, and have extensive locations designed with grass pokemosn needs at the forefront. Theres a small herd of about 12 bulbasaur evolutions that live north of our labs, no people see them, they are happy as a unit, and are left alone to go about their lives, with the only interactions between humans being us giving them their yearly health check, or should we spot them with an issue, we may intervene. They live away from others and pretty much free, in a poacher safe environment. Its not ideal, we like to keep pokemon in areas they come from, with people who love them, and you show great concern for the pokemon so it would be a shame to have to let them go, BUT sometimes thats just life, and theres nothing to be done about it other than accepting that the pokemons wants come first. They may just be mistrusting so try everything else first, and see how you go. hopefully you’ll yield some results from this all. Good luck out there trainer.

#long post #bulbasaur #prof.peach #peach talks

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sketching-shark · 3 years ago

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How dare the shadow monkey come at him with softly-spoken hypocrisies on the power of forgiveness laced with undercurrents of bitter blame, and end with an eloquent request for sympathy along with the offer to resume their “lessons” (“I’m really happy you have Snub-Nosed and Macaque Demon and wow, even Horse helping you along, kid? That’s great! But hey, you want to fix your mistake as fast as you can, right? For this if nothing else, you really can’t have too many teachers.”)

How dare he pretend he even slightly cared what happened to either of them: The “pathetic” “hero” he had spent centuries attempting to kill, and the “stupid” “kid with a stick” he had tried so hard to break.

Xiaotian refused to listen to Macaque any longer, and interrupted him in a voice tainted with hatred for both the six-eared simian and himself.

“Okay Macaque, fine. It’s my fault. It’s all my fault that Sun Wukong is burning at the bottom of the ocean right now, and I’m sure you’re sooooo happy that he is. And congratulations! No matter how hard I try to fix this, even if me and my allies DO manage to restore him to how he was, I’m going to hate myself for what I did for the rest of my life. But you know what? I AM going to work as hard as I can for as long as it takes to make this right, but I am NOT going to let you drag me back into being your own personal scapegoat! You hate me, and I hate you, and that’s all we’re ever going to be. So stop acting like you aren’t pleased as punch with this turn of events. Stop acting like you actually want either of us to be happy and safe.”

Macaque first looked like he had been slapped, and then looked like he was close to crying, but Xiaotian, his own face now damp with freely falling tears of guilt and shame and so much burning anger, couldn’t bring himself to care.

He had experienced for himself how good Macaque was at acting like a concerned mentor all while planning to stab him in the back and laugh at his pain. If he could see the yaoguai’s inner thoughts, Xiaotian was sure he was gloating over his misery even as they spoke.

“Kid, no, I-”

“SHUT UP!! STOP PRETENDING THAT YOU EVER HAD OR EVER WILL CARE ABOUT ME!! You’re a lot smarter than me, right? So figure it out! I don’t trust you! I can’t trust you! You hurt me! You used me! And you forced everyone I loved to hit me over and over while you laughed and said I deserved it! And you can’t blame any of that on the Lady Bone Demon! That was you. That was all you.”

His new monkey instincts coming to the foreground, Xiaotian’s lips started to curl back in a grin of fear and remembered pain. He forced the feelings down, and forced himself to continue speaking, now aiming for what he hoped were the most hurtful things he could say.

“I really get why Sun Wukong preferred the company of all these other yaoguai, especially the Demon Bull King, above yours.”

‘At least you always know where you stand with him. But with you? Chances are good you want to be my “mentor” just so you can steal my power again, but now with the added bonus of rubbing my naive stupidity in my face.”

The shadow monkey, his eyes glassy with unshed tears, looked too stunned to try forming a response. Xiaotian, with relief, saw Horse hurrying towards them, her upper lip peeled back in a frightening look of pure anger on behalf of her newest student. Before she reached them, there was really only one thing left to say to the rhesus yaoguai who had taken such twisted pleasure in making him a pain-laden fool.

“Go away Macaque.”

‘I’m DONE being your punching bag”

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Well my first ever attempt at a fanfic, “Blood From a Stone” (read here: https://sketching-shark.tumblr.com/post/663914170713063424/hmmmm-seems-like-theres-a-widespread-sentiment) got some very nice feedback (and thank you to everyone who did so!), and did inspire me to start messing around with a possible sequel. And during this I remembered this comic of mine, and thought it could be the base for a potential confrontation between an angry, jaded, but determined Xaotian and a Six Eared Macaque who, as demonstrated here, is still in the throes of experiencing some pretty bad consequences for past actions but who may or may not take this final split as a push to try being a better person...

ALSO I’m thinking it would be interesting to introduce the Red-Bottomed Horse Ape (a.k.a. one of the four spiritual primates) into this and have her and Qi Xiaotian form a mentor-student bond that’s actually healthy. I also decided to make her a gelada monkey partially because as a primate that eats strictly grass they are much more “horsey” than other simians, and also because they reveal some really awesome facial features whey they’re mad. Just google “angry gelada female” to see what I mean.

#monkie kid #lego monkie kid #lmk #lmk mk #lmk xiaotian #lmk macaque #six eared macaque #lmk comic #lmk fanart #lmk fic

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azucanela · 4 years ago

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Dating korra would include

BEING KORRA’S S/O[GENDER NEUTRAL]

BEING ZUKO’S S/O | BEING SOKKA’S S/O

SUMMARY: life with korra from confession to marriage

WORD COUNT: 2.1k

WARNINGS: no major spoilers

A/N: SOMEONE WITH T A S T E, i hope you don’t mind but i kinda just did the same thing i did for my zuko headcannons so feel free to scroll straight to the during the relationship bit if you just want dating korra h/c :D

also i have 300 followers now what, i literally had 200 like yesterday hi everyone <3 um i really need to start pulling out all the stops

GETTING INTO THE RELATIONSHIP

she’s a simp.

that’s it. thats the headcannon. she has literally liked you since she met you and has said nothing, but you probably know since she’s so damn OBVIOUS ABOUT IT

korra is very in tuned with her emotions so when she realizes she likes you she’s pretty okay with it, a little more flustered during your interactions, but after a while her goal is to make you feel how she feel which is flustered.

she has no shame though, she knows she is hot and she wants you to know she thinks you are hot

lots of flirting on her end, so naturally you kinda begin to think she is joking and think nothing of it

this was not her intent, and now that you are desensitized to her flirting and not reacting flustered like you did when she first started she is frustrated™

you were not understanding that she very much likes you

stupid

she hasn’t said anything outright to you about it though, which is the main reason you are like lol this is a joke, my crush fake flirts with me i am okay

spoiler alert: you are not okay with this it hurts ow

so now shes getting ridiculously affectionate with you, which, tbh, she always was, but not its RIDICULOUS, korra is out here throwing an arm around your shoulder, randomly grabbing your hand, kissing your cheek

shes trying really hard to get her point across like really really hard

like painfully hard

if she likes you its probably because your fun, like you really spice up her life and introduce her to new things and go on really dumb adventures and really important missions with her and you put up with her and wow now korra is simping oops

you’re also probably forcing her to stay healthy, since i honestly think that despite having such an appetite, korra will forget to eat and take care of herself sometimes.

she is so bad at drinking water i swear to goD

there are two situations here

situation one is where korra finally realizes that you CANNOT READ SIGNALS AT ALL and decides she going to be upfront with you about her feelings

she’s either going to just flat out kiss you next time she sees you or spill all her emotions, of both in no particular order

you’re like reading in your room in the air temple, just vibing, and you see her coming towards you with a determined look on her face and you’re like ??? lol okay

you go back to reading only to have her hand reach under you jaw and she brings you into a kiss and now you’re like LOL OKAY

you honestly think that this is just another one of her stunts to get you flustered and means nothing

stoopid

and then she pulls apart and just starts spilling her feelings and you’re like :O omg me too

and she’s like, “great, we’re dating now.” and suddenly she’s kissing you again, and between kisses you’re like, “im sorry what?”

“you heard me. do you have a problem with that?”

you just kiss her again

situation two is where you get sick of her and realize woah she may or may not be in love with you and so you confront her, and now there is a lot of yelling because you are frustrated™ and like screw you korra

you honestly think she is either madly in love with you and just doing this as a joke, and you genuinely think the latter is more like so you lowkey start crying and korra immediately begins to panic

she’s like, “why would i ever joke about that! i’ve literally been trying to get that through your thick skull this whole time!”

this time you kiss her first and korra is throwing a party in her head but she also feels really bad for making you cry oops

DURING THE RELATIONSHIP

okay so korra happens to be very much a simp

and you happen to be very much the mom friend™ it doesn’t matter if you are a boy girl or none of the above, that is your trademark my friend

she’s very affectionate and now that the two of you are dating she is at a whole new level.

important meeting? you are in her lap she does not care. war meeting? she is cuddling you as you explain the plans of attack and DAMN DO YOU LOOK GOOD DOING it

since being the avatar is MUCH more a political position now though, she does try to keep your relationship slightly on the down low, even before you were dating, you both had reporters constantly asking about your relationship and she doesn’t really like that

they are nosy and she does not approve. korra understands wanting to know about her avatar duties, but anything outside of that in regards to her personal life annoys her

loves kissing you, and when she does it tends to be intense and passionate. after a particularly tough day though, her kisses can either be slow and sensual because she just wants to have a nice soft and domestic day with you

they can be harsh and almost brutish, she will get rough with you because she is highkey pissed at everything that day and making out you with is her stress reliever

really likes cuddling and anything domestic in general. she’s really happy with you, and she kinda has all the love languages

she seeks validation when the press is particularly harsh since being the avatar is HARD and as much as she wants to, she cannot please anyone, so please tell her she is doing amazing

so many acts of service up in here, she will randomly do stuff for you, spontaneity is kinda her vibe ya know

very vocal and expressive about her feelings, communication is key with her

arguments aren’t a rarity tbh, but when they do happen they tend to be more of debates over little things like what’s better, pineapple pizza or no?

major fights tend to end poorly since she can be a little stubborn when it comes to such things, but she will admit she was wrong and apologize IF she was wrong

if she wasn’t wrong but the argument got out of hand, she’ll apologize for that but will affirm her correctness

kiss her scars, she has them, and she is proud of them but

support her at her pro bending matches and she will DIE, so happy, literally sososososososo happy, hugs you, loves you, yes

treats you as an equal no matter what, even if people think that as the avatar she should see herself as something more than

very protective of you.

like if someone flirts with you, she is clingy x10. if someone hits on you despite your protests, she HITS them. if someone threatens to hurt you, she promises to end them.

MARRIAGE N STUFF

WELP

she’s gonna realize she wants to propose when she almost loses you, or in the middle of a battle. when the reality of potentially losing you hits her she is gonna realize she wants to live out the rest of her life by your side, protecting you

situation one is where she literally, in the MIDDLE OF BATTLE, without a ring, just proposes. you are being a baddie, bending if you are a bender, fighting the opposing enemy, looking MIGHTY FINE while doing it

“marry me.”

you falter, nearly getting hit as your head whips over to her and you’re like, “ARE YOU SERIOUS?”

and she throws a giant rock at the opposition, temporarily indisposing them, “yes?? why wouldn’t i be.”

Someone comes up behind you and you elbow them in the face and ram your foot into their knee, knocking them down, “RIGHT NOW?”

she throws a whip of water in your direction and you dodge it, allowing her to take out the enemy behind you, and you throw a whole dagger at her to do the same. “that was close.” she narrows her eyes at you bc you lowkey look like you wanna kill her rn as you two hide behind a barricade for cover and an explosion washes over it, “you could’ve killed me.”

“you just about gave me a heart attack when you PROPOSED two minutes ago, need i remind you.”

korra raised a brow at you, “is that a no...?”

“do you even have a ring?”

korra gives you a look that gives you the answer and you groan, “i cannot believe you.”

“you really should’ve expected this.”

“i know.”

“i get to pick the ring then?”

“you’re probably going to plan the whole wedding.”

“alright.”

theres a boom from beyond the barricade you two have hidden behind as korra looks to you, “alright?”

“i’ll marry you.” you elaborate, giving her a bright smile.

situation two is more depressing lol

you have been SHOT oops, don’t die pls because korra CANNOT handle it after everything that has happened to her, so if you die she’s done

she’s kinda just sitting at your bed side and it hits her that you could die basically any day now, and she would have so many regrets

she wished she kissed you more, told you she loved you more, held you longer, spent more mornings with you and your bedhead, she wished she learnt to cook so that she could surprise you with a meal when you get home from a long day of work, she wishes she did a lot of things

she wishes you two were married.

korra is now having an existential crisis, and everyone is telling her that she has to go home, get some rest, you’ll wake up eventually, you’ll get better, but you don’t wanna wake up to korra being a mess

she knew they were right, you always scolded her for not taking care of herself, so she decided to follow some of their wishes

Korra cannot bring herself to go home, there are so many reminders of you that it hurts, and she kinda just decides she’ll stay in a hotel and wash up and such.

besides, you are her home.

after leaving the hotel, she ends up going the jeweler and buying the ring she believes screams you

when korra returns to the hospital, she contemplated proposing right then and there, before realizing that you’d probably yell at her for choosing such a ridiculous time and you already had a lot on your plate

once the two of you return home and you are in the midst of recovery, she did learn to cook, so you wouldn’t feel the need to do so, and given your situation she fears you’ll injure yourself further in the process.

you two are eating dinner and you’re babbling on about something you’d read, and she suddenly decides to get up and walk over to you, leaving you like ???

then she gets down on one knee and you are like :O

she’s like, “marry me.”

naturally, you start crying and nodding because wow this is such an intimate moment and just happiness

kissinggggg after that

the wedding is, under NO CIRCUMSTANCE public, the most private and intimate wedding ever. korra hates reporters after her life as the avatar, she doesnt want strangers at her wedding.

any and everyone she has ever fought beside is there though, its wholesome and nice

definitely cries when she sees you at the altar

her vows are MASTERFUL AND TEARJERKING

its a pretty basic wedding though, unless you prefer something over the top, the food is nice a mix of both your cultures and favorite things and there’s beautiful lighting

definitely done on air temple island, and tbh tenzin would probably walk you down the aisle because i said so

married life with her is even better, she lives for he domesticity of it all, especially lazy sunday mornings with the light filtering in and you just looking all pretty and having a lil fun

iykyk

honeymoon in the spirit word lads

bolin is your number one supporter

life with korra is a 10/10 i do recommend it

A/N: im kinda in love with korra lol this requests made me happy

#korra x reader #korra x you #korra x y/n #x reader #legend of korra #legend of korra x reader #legend of korra x you #lok #lok x reader #lok x you #korra #korra headcannons #korra x reader headcannon

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comfyswitcherblanketfort · 4 years ago

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Such A Simple Thing

fuck guys this song is a soft-hurt song and i just- ooowwww.

its by Ray Lamontagne and i highly recommend giving it a listen while you read or before you read because it is really good crying vibes tbh and sometimes we all just need a good cry - also the pace of it and the instrumentals is v much the mood for this fic idk how else to describe it.

Warnings: geralt is v scared of intimacy/love, big sad, fight resolution? kinda?, big fight aftermath for sure. This is a lot of angsy tbh but theres a soft ending

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Jaskier and Geralt hadn’t spoken for three days. They’d not left each other’s side, save to relieve themselves, but not a word had been spoken since their explosive fight. Jaskier couldn’t even remember what had started it, but he heard what finished it echoing in his head all day long.

Either make up your fucking mind or stop tormenting me!

He’d said it, and he meant it, but he didn’t think Geralt would stop talking altogether. He should have expected as much, looking back on it, but it still made him a little queasy. As they readied for bed in yet another shitty inn with a too-small bed and creaky floors he realized the tightness in his chest wasn’t from not singing or not talking, it was missing Geralt even when they were mere feet apart.

He examined the witcher, now laying in bed and staring at the ceiling. His eyes were his version of bloodshot, with purple bags that, as much as they brought out the gold of his eyes, worried Jaskier.

The bard shuffled across the bed, sitting against the headboard with his hands in his lap, “Tell me what you’re feeling.”

It was a soft question more than a demand, but if it were any less direct Geralt wouldn’t answer.

Geralt frowned, still keeping his eyes glued to the rafters, “Tired… Frustrated… Worried…”

“Why?” Jaskier kept his tone soft even as he rushed to explain his question, “I know why, but what are the steps in between? If you’re mad at me, I can take it.”

“Not mad at you…” Geralt grumbled, closing his eyes to concentrate, “I’m mad that I can’t make up my mind.”

“Then don’t,” Jaskier whispered, not trusting his voice to hold steady as he continued, “What does your heart want?”

Geralt clenched his jaw and shook his head, “It would be like sappy kindling and a match. I can’t.”

Jaskier’s inhale was unsteady as he tried to read between the lines. This was so much easier for him with other people, where he didn’t have anything to lose and he could spin flirty riddles with ease. With Geralt he wanted to be delicate and precise. There was no room for a misspoken word or misinterpreted touch, Geralt would bolt and he would be left heartbroken. Though when he thought about it his heart was pretty tattered as it was.

“You don’t see how much you hurt me, do you?”

Geralt finally looked up at him, unfortunately before Jaskier could wipe away a tear from his cheek, “Tell me that you mean it?” he whispered, his face riddled with fear in a way that made Jaskier want to cry even more.

“Mean what?”

Geralt swallowed hard, still holding Jaskier hostage under his gaze, “That you’d stay. If I gave you my heart you would stay.”

A fresh wave of tears threatened to surge forward as Jaskier slowly reached out to run a hand through Geralt’s hair, “I don’t think I could leave even if you didn’t.”

Geralt slowly shifted to his side, hesitantly resting his hand just above Jaskier’ knee, “My heart wants to love you. I… I’m just so scared…”

The way he whispered the last words broke Jaskier. Fresh tears tumbled over his cheeks as his hand came to rest on Geralt’s shoulder, “Me too…”

They stayed like that so long Jaskier’s legs started to go numb. When he couldn’t stand it anymore he slid down the bed so he was face to face with Geralt. The witcher wouldn’t look at him, shame and disappointment written all over his features.

Jaskier gently tilted his chin up, “I’m scared of you leaving too,” Geralt gave him a weak smile so he continued, “Can we be scared together?”

Geralt nodded, “I think I’d like that.”

#geraskier #Comfy's 1k celebration #1k celebration #songfic #geraskier song fic #such a simple thing geraskier #geraskeir love confession #geraskier angst #geralt is scared of love #and im not projecting at all #yes i did go to therapy today why do you ask?#geralt of rivia #jaskier #the witcher #the witcher fic #geraskier fic #geralt of rivia fic #jaskier fic #im sorry i know its angsty ill do a cute one next

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cosmicbash · 4 years ago

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Would you maybe write something about a scenario where Em and Colson are hate fucking and Em never spends the night, but on a particular occasion, Colson is super sad/stressed and (while trying desperately to hide it) starts crying from the idea of Em leaving, so he stays and is really sweet? (Also, sorry if I went this twice–my computer's being really weird and I can't tell if it did it already!)

This isn't perfect but!! Everybody is on an angst kick and I wanted to join in so I'm using this ask 😤😤

They aren't dating.

Marshall's cock is drilling in and out of Colson's ass but that doesn't mean they're together.

It wasn't supposed to escalate to this. He's not supposed to be manhandling a stupidly long leg up in the air or swatting away the other man's helpful hands while he switches their position for the 3rd time. Hips never stopping their rapid punching forward to draw out more and more curses.

Paul wanted them to mend their beef. Come to a mutual ground of disdain at the minimum. Not bash heads together so many times over their short meeting they end up in bed together instead. Teeth and fists completely changing their plan of attack.

"F-fuck! Right there-" Marshall's definitely not supposed to be watching this annoying twink throw his long neck back and whine. Colorful arms stretching up above him to uselessly grapple onto the pillow behind his own head. "Please!"

This wasn't supposed to be the 10th or 12th time they did this.

"Shut up-" his voice is scratchy when it should be calm. "The whole floor is gonna hear you-" Paul thinks they're here mending bridges and discussing a feature.

"Then fuck me right-" Colson's voice is just as rough sounding. Marshall hates that he knows the difference between the twink's usual tone and this ruined one. How it will only get this way after he's forced his cock down the brat's throat one too many times in their foreplay. "L-learn- ah- where to stick it without directions dude!"

"Shut up." He's bruising Colson's thighs now. The dark red indents from his fingers are going to turn purple by the morning. Not that he's ever seen them do it in person at least, but the blonde never fails to send a picture over text every morning after. "Maybe if you tightened your pussy up we'd both have more fun."

Colson's chest is arching from his harder thrusts now. Voice climbing a little higher almost mockingly with each moan as he slams to the hilt.

Marshall wants to kiss him. Smother that annoyingly pretty mouth with his lips but it's not possible. Not in this position where the other man's unnecessarily large stature puts him so out of reach.

That's a good thing though, because they really don't need to be kissing. A few heated pecks here and there to get the blood pumping is one thing, making out while he fucks the blonde speechless almost feels too intimate to consider.

Theres no space for that in these brief hook ups from hotel room to hotel room, not when they still hate eachother too much for any of the burning heat they have between them to simmer down into a comfortable warmth.

"Stupid whore." His lips are pulling back in almost a snarl this time when he forces Colson over onto his stomach instead. Cock slipping free and almost losing the condom he's got slipped over it from just how quickly he pulls out. Like Colson's hole is challenging his accusation of looseness. "Fuck-" he just wants to smother the brats face down into the pillows. He tells himself his anger isn't from not being able to reach.

An impatient yank and the condoms tearing. Leaving Marshall all but ready to go put his clothes back on and storm out. There's a nasty swirl of emotions going on inside his stomach that he really doesn't want to risk bursting while they find and put on a replacement.

"W-what're you waiting for?" Colson's back is arching, and that pale mop he calls hair is lifting up to look back. So needy he can't even pause for one minute.

"Fucking condom broke- just, shit, just give me a minute-" Marshall doesn't even know where to look, not with all the blood pooling in his cock and his focus begging to be set on his rivals waiting body.

Colson put the thing on him, he can remember that much, one of those prissy little manicured nails probably scratching the elastic as he did it. He's sure he must have one in his wallet but that's across the room in his sweats, by the bathroom door. Where Colson's impatience about even waiting to let him finish his piss and get undressed had left him falling back into the door.

If he has to walk all the way over there to get it he might as well just go home.

"Forget it. I'm done." They shouldn't be fucking like this anyway. It's a major mistake.

"What?" Colson's fingers curling around his wrist is a new sensation. The wide look to his half hidden eyes punching something deep within Marshall's stomach. "We haven't even come yet-" there's a hint of hysteria in the blonde's tone and smile. "If it's because of what I said then- t-then I'll bite the fucking pillow or something alright? Don't be so dramatic dude-"

"I don't have another condom-" It's a weak excuse, they both know Colson evidently has some somewhere in the room of his own. But Marshall needs to take this brief chance to get out now before he loses it. The longer Colson stares at him the more nauseous that feeling bubbling up has him.

"...Forget it then-" the blonde's finally looking away, almost convincing Marshall that he's also second guessing this sex. But those long delicate fingers are still clutching onto his wrist and there's a palpable silence cutting through the air so thick he feels like he might choke before Colson's baby blues are meeting his head on once again. The shimmer of anxiety impossible to hide between long bangs. "Just do it raw. I-I'm clean and I- you- fuck," there's shame mixing in the look now, the grip the blonde has doubling down when Marshall reflexively tries to pull back. "Don't…."

Go. Don't go. Colson isn't saying it but Marshall can hear the word clear as day between them.

It's about the sex. He isn't satisifed yet. If Colson had cum already the bastard wouldn't be hesitating to kick him out. That's what Marshall's mind screams to reassure himself but there's still a hollow place in his stomach where he feels gutted by the look.

"...f-Fine." He tries to justify staying by remembering how annoying and painful blueballs can be. "But don't fucking text me tomorrow whining how my jizz is still leaking out of your ass."

His free hand settling back down on Colson's hip finally snaps whatever weird fog has blanketed the room. A forced sounding snicker muffling itself against the pillows while Colson's legs readjust to raise his ass. "If you can even get back inside without nutting old man-"

This kind of banter is more comfortable.

"Keep talking, I'm gonna fuck you until you're crying for me to finally finish."

"You wish." Colson's voice is still muffled but the slight challenging swing of his hips says more than enough.

Marshall's fingers instantly find their previous spot, each digit mirroring the small red dots on the opposite side of the younger rapper's skin.

The lubes still nearby on the bed luckily, allowing him to be quick as he reslicks his achingly hard cock and squirts an extra dollop directly on his partner's hole for good measure. As much as he loves hurting the punk doing so in this way would only cause them both more trouble.

"F-fuck-" Of course Colson's as tight as a vice when he finally tries to push inside. The tight ring of muscle rejecting his entry just as vehemently as he's sure the boy's heart would. They can't do anything pain free, like the world is punishing them for continuing their facade. "Relax-"

"Thought you said I was too loose?" Marshall can practically hear that smug little smirk Colson's sporting.

Defiantly his hips jerk forward a bit harder, until the blonde actually does cry out and his legs spread the tiniest bit wider. The tight clench Colson has evidently been giving his hole relaxing instantly to let him breach. A string of curses and clawing hands keeping Marshall from fully basking in the incomparable tight heat slowly engulfing his cock.

Even with a pillow clutched close against his face Colson is loud. Each noise climbing alongside his pace as he starts properly fucking his rival yet again. Until they're almost back up at full throttle and Colson's mesmerizing back is arching, a large hand jerking up to plant itself flat against the headboard. "Fuck, fuck, please, just like that Marsh, god- baby d-don't stop-"

The slip of a nickname doesn't escape Marshall's notice, he's just too focused on chasing down his own pleasure to properly care. Once they're done he'll mention it. Or maybe even just wait until tomorrow to text the brat a reminder, but for right now he keeps pumping his hips. Heart warming uncontrollably at the mere joke of being someone Colson can call baby.

Reflexively his palm claps down hard on the other man's ass, too sharply and sudden to do anything but sting. "Ah, f-fuck!" He's taking his anger at his own feelings out on Colson and it's not fair but he can't help himself.

The red imprint of his hand glares back in his vision long after a kinky smack should have faded and just the sight of it sticking around gets Marshall's pace growing a little erratic. He wants to tear the blonde apart, shred every bit of his being to pieces and then sew it all back together to see the taint his touch has created visualized as hundreds of scars. He wants to sully the blinding beauty he sees everytime they meet and everytime he glimpses back at the bed before he leaves. Just ruin Colson completely so that there's no other choice but him in the whole world for the blonde to turn to.

But he's not falling in love.

That would mean he's stupid enough to fall for someone who could never settle for him. That he's actively continuing to come back and push the bar with every hookup just to see when enough is enough and he'll finally be left on the otherside of the hotel room door. Or the one waking up alone in bed the morning after.

Marshall wouldn't.

"S-shit wait- I-" Colson's hips are stuttering back to meet his, the hand he's still got hugging the pillow abandoning it in favor of stuffing down between his legs. It's obvious the blonde's close. Marshall can feel it in the tight grip around his cock and hear it in that shaky voice. It's not until he doubles down to fuck the younger rapper hard enough to knock his slender body inch by inch further up the bed that Marshall realizes he's trying to hold out. "N-not yet, ah, fuck, s-slow down-"

"No-" he's close himself, chest heaving and balls tightening as it is. There's no way he's letting Colson try to change the pace now. "Save, fuck, save that edging shit for after I leave-" he's lashing out for control again but can't stop himself.

This time instead of pinching pale skin Marshall slides his fingers up into sweaty blonde hair. Yanking back until he's got the man's back arched perfectly and his mouth can seal in a bite to one pointy shoulderblade. Fingers snaking around to hold Colson up there by his throat. "Fucking take it like a good whore and come Kelly."

In this position he feels unbelievably deeper and there's nothing to block out the blonde's gasps and cries.

Nails scratch quickly along his thigh but Marshall ignores them to keep rolling his hips. The need to make Colson finish first fueling his free hand to climb up to knock away the punks own. Quickly jerking up and down over the soaked cock the other man was trying so hard to squeeze and restrict.

"N-no, no, fuck, Marshall-" a hand's curling around the back of his head to pull him close despite Colson's protests. Every atom in the other males body seeming to reach out and beg and plead for him to come closer, to fuck him harder until they split through the magnetic field and combine into one. Marshall wants to kiss him again. Hates how he can't even see the brats mouth over his shoulder from his current position. His fingers fly faster and hips roll up firmer in retaliation. "F-fuck-"

There's a wet sob breaking the moans in the air, piercing straight through his chest like a bullet while Colson's hips stutter back and hot release paints across his fingers. Sending him right over the edge himself. Body forcing them both forward so he can hump and grind his pelvis against Colson's ass down to the bone while he pumps and fills the twink up with his own release. The hands around his neck and cock turning into strong arms around the blonde's chest and waist like a hug.

It's the closest thing to a cuddle Marshall will allow himself. That he can't actually prevent his orgasming body from resisting.

There's so much comfort and begging from his body to stay like that, for Colson to never leave him in those moments that the rapper can't help but tear up a little himself.

But just as quickly as its come sensibility returns and with it the guilt and shame. Scaring his arms free and his body away from Colson's usually still trembling form.

"Wait-" fingers are grabbing his wrist again, weaker this time.

Marshall's still buried to the hilt, even though his chest has unstuck itself from Colson's museum print of a back tatt. Sorry is dancing on the tip of his tongue. Like it always does. Always too graceful to ever trip up and spit out though before he finally leaves.

"A-again." Colson's face is still buried in the pillow, eyes and nose planted firmly down while his chins pulled up.

"What?" A second round isn't completely crazy for them, sometimes when the anger is hot enough its even necessary but not tonight. Marshall shouldn't even be humoring the request, not with how fragile his emotions feel, but Colson's hand refuses to let go.

"Fuck me. Please. Just-" Now with his head clearing the rapper can finally notice how Colson's shoulders are turning inwards, how the tone of his voice carries a shake. "Do whatever. I-I dont care. Just don't- fuck, d-don't-"

Go.

Leave. He has to leave.

"Colson?" The name feels strange in Marshall's mouth from all the "kelly"'s "brats" and other derogatory words he usually uses in it's place.

Wet baby blues peering back all but pin him in place whether he wants to leave or not. Their message clear.

"Please." A single word and it's as effective as a sledgehammer around his heart.

"I-" Can't. Shouldn't. "I'm not hard anymore."

On a normal night that kind of obvious embarrassed blurt of an answer would get the kid smiling, one of those rare soft warm looks where his crows feet and gums showed, that scorched Marshall's skin from how brightly it radiated affection. Each chuckle or snort following just another stone slamming hard against his heart.

Tonight Colson doesn't smile. Instead of crinkling at the corner to flash the only hint at Colson's slow aging those lashes drop just low enough to bubble up the small collection of tears already present. His pretty but thin lips quivering up and down to fight back a frown.

A year ago this exact look was the center of so many fantasies. He had wanted nothing more than to see the blonde crumble and break apart in front of him like a pathetic mess.

Right now instead of satisfaction all Marshall's body feels is hollow. Like his heart has finally abandoned his chest and surrendered itself to the hopefully quick acting acids of his stomach. The rapper doesn't think he can possibly feel worse but then Colson's arching his body away from him. Slipping his soft cock free of that lingering tight heat and stealing away any trace of faux comfort he feels with every centimeter of separating skin.

"I'll take care of it-" Colson's voice is hoarse, like hes fighting down the threat of a sob while his body twists onto its side. The sluggish lift of a hand back towards his cock piercing through him like a killing blow.

"No." Now his throat feels tight too. Shame and guilt pouring down his spine at the thought of Colson pushing through his obvious pain and turmoil to jerk his cock back to life just so he stays a few moments longer.

"Please-" Baby blue eyes are shining at Marshall again. The fast slip of a tear down one flushed cheek only making his fingers dig harder into younger male's wrist. "Marshall-"

He can't do this.

"No-"

"Yes!" Colson's scream pierces the silence so suddenly he thinks his wars might be ringing. But the pure desperation painted in angry eyes keeps Marshall's own from flinching all the way closed. "I'll fucking find you viagra or- or suck your dick until my jaws sore-" now Colson's own fingers are cutting back, prying at the preventative grip he's got on the blonde's hand like a caged animal might. "I don't care what- just- you- you aren't- you can't-"

It hurts, and with the way Colson's legs are twitching beneath him Marshall knows a kick or knee to his gut might come next. None of it compares to how badly his throat tears when he speaks though. "I'm not fucking you!" Somehow he manages to put every ounce of finality in his voice that he intends. Freezing Colson's grappling and rambling in an instant.

The ensuing silence feels deafening.

Colson's still staring at him. Pain and anger warring across his face in small twitches and ticks. Marshall's mouth just repeats itself. Quieter this time. The heave if his lungs breaking up his words in tight exhales. "I'm not….I….I'm not going to fuck you."

There's a million more words tangling on his tongue. The order jumbling and backing them up like a traffic jam until he feels like he can't even breathe anymore.

I want to stay. I'm sorry. Dont do this to yourself. Please. Don't cry. Colson-

"I'm sorry." Colson cracks first. Expression screwing up and the floodgates behind his eyes opening as he sobs. "I'm so fucking sorry Marshall-"

This time he doesn't resist that ache to kiss the blonde.

It's messy and Colson's mouth tastes like snot and tears already but Marshall presses closer anywhere. Cradling the younger rapper's skull with his free hand so tightly he knows he has to be pulling out hair. The wrist he'd snatched pinned between their bodies in a way that makes his own ache. But he ignores all of that and kisses Colson harder. Smacking their lips and teeth against one another in hopes the words trapped in his throat might pour their way out and into Colson's. Down the blonde's own throat to reach his heart.

He kisses Colson until he can't physically do it any longer. The sharp sting of oxygen deprivation jolting through his brain and colored spots dancing behind his closed eyes before their lips finally part.

Marshall wants to press so close he sinks down into Colson's bones. Join in with his marrow and spend the rest of his life repairing every broken piece of the beautiful man's soul from the inside out.

That's not possible though so he settles for pulling Colson close. Enveloping him in his arms the same way he wishes he had a dozen times over. Stabilizing him through every shuddering sob and heartbreaking tremble.

He's not falling in love.

"I got you."

He'd already crash landed there long ago.

#emgk #asks #i love asks #im so fucking stuck with writers block #hopefully posting this helps

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diosperiodclots · 4 years ago

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hi!! can i request an overprotective dio x sister reader who is in love with jotaro?? Thnx

Yes! Thank you for the request, I hope this is too your liking anon :)

Overprotective Dio x sister reader who is in love with Jotaro

You were in trouble yet again with your brother, Dio. Sometimes you wish he never came back but at the same time you know he acts the way he acts because he just doesnt want you hurt. This time was different though, he was overreacting more than he ever has.

" Why did you leave the mansion last night? " Dio asked in a cold tone. You couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat at his question. You started twisting a strand of hair on your finger while looking above his head. You couldn't even look at him in the eyes because you were so nervous.

" I was just exploring the city that's all. Its been getting boring here so I figured- "

" Then explain why in this photo here I captured last night you were out with that Joestar that plans to kill me. " Dio threw the photo at you and you caught it, you looked and it indeed was a Polaroid of you and Jotaro.

You finally looked at him in the eyes, seeing nothing but disappointment and anger. You started shaking, what would you say next? What would HE say next? Would he go out and kill Jotaro himself now that he knows about you two? All these thoughts were making you nauseous.

You finally built up the courage to say something, " How did you get this picture? " He chuckled darkly, " Easy. All I did was hit the camera with my stand and the photo came out and showed me where you were. Now will you explain yourself or will you lie to me again? "

' That bastard ' you thought. Hes been spying on me, I shouldn't be surprised because of how protective he is but still.

" Well theres no point in lying anymore. I love Jotaro, Dio. I know you'll never accept this because of how much you hate the joestars but I'll never stop loving him. I would gladly die for him if it meant you wouldn't kill him "

Dio crossed his arms and looked at you as if you were stupid. The room grew silent and you just stood there looking down at the cold hard stone tiled flooring on the verge of tears. " Y/N........all I want is to keep you safe. I cant afford to lose you again, do you not realize that hes most likely using you to get information about me, your brother who plans on destroying his whole blood line? "

You looked up and walked closer to him and said with certainty " He isn't. Our love is real, he wouldn't do that. I'm sorry Dio, but I can't leave him. " You expected Dio to be yelling by now, but he was rather calm. He really has changed over the years.

" I see...... " he says. He calls in Vanilla Ice and Dio looks at you with shame. " Since you won't take it upon yourself to stop seeing that Joestar I'm locking you up in your room. You won't be able to leave until I say so, Vanilla Ice will be your personal guard and will watch you at all times. I'm sorry its come to this Y/N but you've left me no choice. "

Tears welled up in your eyes, " Dio........you bastard, YOU CANT KEEP US APART. " Dio waved his hand towards the door signaling Vanilla Ice to take you too your room.

As you were being taken to your room before the door to Dios room closed you heard Dio say " I can't lose you too, I've already lost the only other person I care about in this world. "

Edit : if anyone is confused about how Dio got the picture with his stand, if you remember back in the early episodes of part 3 he had a power just like hermit purple that he could use on cameras and see where the joestars were just like how Joseph could do that to see where Dio was. I hope this cleared up any confusion!

#jotaro x reader #dio x reader #dio #jotaro #jjba #jojos bizarre adventure

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witchcraft-in-wonderland · 4 years ago

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Midnight Meadows (Pt.1)

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Being part cat wasnt all fun and games. People tended to focus more on that than the human part, and it annoyed Virgil to no end.

It was hard enough trying to get a date when all he would ask about was the ears and tail and the visible binder straps on most of Virgil's outfits. He just wanted to meet a guy who focused on him as a person rather than a cat. But maybe he just had bad taste in men, after all, his brother Remy hadn't had any trouble finding a decent man in one Janus Oliver.

"I just dont get it, why is it so easy for everyone else?" Virgil said, crossing his arms and resting his head on them.

"Virgil you're only twenty-two, you shouldnt be worrying about all that yet," Remy said from the couch.

"You're only two years older than me," Virgil pouted, tail swaying anxiously.

"Vi. . ." Remy said quietly.

"Maybe I'd be better off if I just ran away to live in the woods," Virgil grumbled.

"Oh yeah, the woods, with bears, and falcons, sounds perfect for you," Remy said sarcastically.

"Hey just because I'm short doesnt mean I can get swept off by falcons!" Virgil responded angrily.

"Oh please, I've seen wind strong enough to knock you over," Remy said, smirking.

"Why you little-" and suddenly they were fighting, not aggressively, just play, they did this a lot when Virgil was upset. After all, you cant very well think of what's bothering you when you're busy avoiding razor sharp claws.

It was a few moments before Virgil felt a gloved hand grab him by the hood.

"I walk away for ten minutes and you two are already fighting," Janus said, shaking his head and smirking slightly.

"He started it!" The brothers said in unison, glaring at each other to punctuate the sentence.

"Of course he did," Janus said, chuckling as he set both boys back on the couch. Remy rested his head in Janus' lap, Virgil merely shrunk into a corner.

"Virgil, I have some interesting information for you," Janus said, Virgil's ears swerved in the direction of his voice, but Virgil didnt move his head.

"Theres a party of sorts going on at Chateau de Kingsley, the twins seem adamant that any available man come to call," Janus said, still smirking.

"Oh please, like any princes would want anything to do with me," Virgil muttered. Janus frowned slightly.

"Of course you're good enough for a prince! I'd say you're good enough for a hundred princes!" Remy said indignantly.

"You're just saying that," Virgil said, ear twitching slightly.

"Look, can you at least check it out? You can call us if you dont want to stay," Remy said quietly.

Virgil stayed quiet for a few moments.

"Fine, I'll go," he said finally, voice barely above a whisper.

"Great! Let's get you ready then," Remy said, bolting upright and dragging Virgil toward his room.

"Wait its tonight?" Virgil said in alarm, looking between the two boys currently pulling and shoving him towards his room.

"Yes Virgil I just said that, honestly when was the last time you cleaned your ears," Janus muttered.

"I cleaned them yesterday thank you very much!" Virgil said, glaring.

"Well we're cleaning them again, you need to look nice," Remy said.

It was a few hours later when Birgil was finally ready. He stood in front of a mirror and looked himself up and down. His hair was brushed over one eye, bells and purple ribbons tied around his ears, and a matching bow on his tail, a purple hooded dress with a black corset, black leggings, and black knee-high boots. Remy said he looked like a knight, Virgil had no comment.

"The princes wont be able to keep their eyes off you, I guarantee it," Janus said, finishing off Virgil's makeup.

"That's what I'm worried about. . ." Virgil said quietly.

"Aaawww, Virgie, it'll be alright!" Remy said, ruffling Virgil's hair slightly before pulling the hood over it, careful not to remove the ribbons.

"Alright, the carriage should be here soon for you, let's get you outside," Janus said, smiling.

"Carriage? Why in the world would I need a carriage!" Virgil said.

"For the aesthetics babes," Remy said with a laugh.

The carriage that had arrived for Virgil was one of ebony black, with black roses and black silk curtains along the sides, ornate designs were carved into the top and sides. Virgil took Janus' hand as he helped him inside. The seats had black velvet cushions laid across them, it was comfortable, much more than anything Virgil would have thought to expect for himself.

The estate itself was even more brilliant, with structures of vibrant ruby and emerald on backdrops of white and black. It almost seemed to sprawl into the sky. But that was nothing compared to the inside, the stairs were lined with gold that seemed to rap around the banister like tentacles, and upon closer inspection, that's exactly what they were. The tentacles seemed to change from gold to black as the light hit them.

In the opposite end of the room were four ornate thrones, two silver, one gold, and one black.

The two queens were each sitting on a silver chair, tails and ears covered with gems and jewels that reflected dozens of colors on the floor in front of them. The first was Queen Anne, her hair was black, and her eyes a dark shade of green. Next to her was Queen Mary, who had lighter brown hair and striking red eyes. By Anne's side was the golden chair that Prince Roman sat upon. Roman had rusty red hair and green eyes like his mother, his ears had red ribbons tied around them and connected to a gold crown on his head, he looked bored. His brother Prince Remus sat cross legged on the black chair, brown hair sticking out in all directions, save for the white streak parted to the right. His red eyes were trained on two fully human boys with glasses, wearing suits with different shades of blue, were dancing and laughing.

Virgil decided it was best if he merely stayed outside where no one could see him, so he made his way to the gardens marked by an archway of orchids.

He stayed there for a while, watching the sky, wishing he'd never showed up at all.

"Such a shame that such a pretty face hasnt been seen all night," Virgil froze at the sound of Prince Roman's voice.

"Shouldnt you be inside, dancing, having fun," Virgil said quietly, not daring to look back.

"I could ask you the same thing," Roman said, moving to stand next to him. Virgil's face flushed scarlet.

"Didnt feel like it," Virgil said simply.

"Well, would you mind if I asked?" And suddenly Roman's hand was over his.

And he was nodding.

And he was dancing.

And he was smiling and it was fun.

And suddenly, this didnt seem like such a bad idea after all.

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amoosewritesfanfic · 5 years ago

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One Last Hit +18

[Part 4]

[+18]

[I own none of the characters nor any art posted.]

[warnings: language, mentions of blood, non consensual, soft sex, alcohol.]

[Bakugou Katsuki X Female Reader]

[Mafia Bakugou X Stripper Reader]

[Tags: @hxneyy-beee ]

"What the hell do you mean Kirishima and Deku went missin'?! Was it not your fuckin' job for you to phone 'em Icy Hot?!" He was pissed off, his blood was boiling.

Both Kirishima and Izuku were missing, they were both suppose to check in not even ten minutes ago, but something was wrong and Katsuki couldn't put his finger on it.

"I don't know myself but Yaoyorozu said she's looking into it with Jirou." Todoroki spoke calmly, but Katsuki knew that the half and half mobster was already in a panic.

"Fine! Just tell me when ya find 'em!" That's all Katsuki said, he went off into the kitchen to get a glass of water of course checking his phone.

He hadn't checked it but panic built up in his chest seeing that red alert.

Y/N was missing, his lover was missing...

It started out as means to just have her at his side, but... after the time they had spent together he had fell in love.

He didn't care that she was a stripper and other men had looked at that body.

He was the only one that got to fuck her senseless every night.

"Fuck... you gotta be kidding me... how the fuck did she get to that part of town?!" He quickly went back into the room where Todoroki was on a call.

Katsuki had waited a moment for Todoroki to get off of the phone.

"They took her."

"Who?"

"Y/N! Who the fuck else Icy Hot?! We gotta go find her. If she's there theres a chance shitty hair and deku and there too." He spoke with confidence, he had a feeling that something was wrong and gods knew he couldn't handle losing her or Kirishima... hell even Izuku.

Y/N POV:

You were stripped down to your bra and panties. You were standing up now, hands above your head, being held up by cuffs and a chain hanging from the ceiling.

Dabi trailing his fingers along your stomach and between your breasts to grab hold of your face so you could look at him.

"Look at this~ the body of an ex stripper." He hummed.

You felt embarrassed, this was different to when you consensually stripped your clothes off...

"What do you think?" As he spoke he looked back at Kirishima and Izuku who had their gaze fixated on the ground.

"Oh what a shame they're embarrassed~" Toga teased as she lifted Izuku's head to look up at you.

You knew he had no choice especially with a knife against his throat.

Kirishima was also forced to look up as well.

You noticed how his jaw was clenched too, was he in pain?

"Let's see..." his free hand trailed down your spine unclipping your bra which loosened letting your breasts bounce free, he burnt off the rest, that blue flame singed your skin causing you to bite your cheek.

"Careful Dabi.. don't hurt her too much we still wanna use her in the future." Shigaraki spoke, it looked like he didn't really care much for what Dabi did to you as long as he didn't damage your body too much.

"Right right, I'll do my best not to destroy her." As he spoke he started pinching at your nipples.

Pinching, tugging and twisting he even latched his mouth onto it.

It felt nothing like Katsuki's tongue rubbing against the small nub.

Dabi switched nipples and did the same to the other.

His free hand trailing along your spine to grope your ass, causing you to whimper.

It was too rough.. rougher than when Katsuki did it, it wasn't as pleasurable.

"S-stop..." you mumbled but he continued his hand moving into your panties, his index finger running along your slit.

"Oh? You're wet~ you're enjoying yourself a bit to much for someone who is in love with that asshole." He mumbled as he pulled up and started nibbling your ear as his finger rubbed against your folds.

"F-fuck you!" You growled glaring at the male.

It was odd, no one was paying attention to you yet it felt like everyone was looking you...

You had no clue what Toga was doing to Izuku but you heard shuffling and the male mumbling for her to stop.

Kirishima was silent. Nothing going on with him... you wondered what they were going to do with him since you and Izuku happened to be occupied.

"Darling I would gladly let you~" Dabi teased sliding a finger into your hole cause you to whimper.

"N-no... fuck not there.. stop it...~" once again your voice betrayed you, your words came out in a moan.

"Fuck you here? Well of you insist princess~" he teased now nibbling on your skin, his finger now pumping in and out of you at a somewhat fast pace, you couldn't hold back the whimpers and moans escaping your lips as you tugged at the chains holding you up.

Shigaraki chuckled slightly.

"That's an awful lewd expression you got on your face y/n, you look like a complete slut." He remarked as Dabi worked your most sensitive spots, even adding a second finger which had your hips almost buck.

"Not fighting back?" He teased, his finger had hit your most sensitive spot, causing you to moan again, your legs tensing up slightly.

He kept hitting that same spot over and over again with little to no remorse, your body tensed up and your walls clamped down on his fingers.

You gasped out and started cumming, your love juices squirting all over his hand and of course it soaked your panties.

But as Dabi pulled his hand from your panties there was a knock on the door, normally he would carry on, but almost everyone was in the room that needed to be there so the chances of an unwanted guest was extremely high.

Before Dabi could approach the door there was a huge explosion, busting down the door.

Everything felt like it went by in a huge flash.

Ice surrounded Dabi and Kurogiri almost instantly.

And Shigaraki was bound up tight with what you think is tape...?

You didn't know what happened behind you but you heard another explosion.

In came Katsuki, Todoroki and Sero.

You assumed whoever had come in from the back was allies as well, you heard Kirishima breath out a sigh of a relief.

"Thank God you're here Yaomomo, you too Jirou." The red head said happily, but his voice was a bit husky, you could tell he was tired.

Shoto had his right hand pointed towards Shigaraki who looked like he was ready to pounce, but a few officers came in behind the two and started gathering everyone up, ensuring that they avoided eye contact with you.

It was odd... but you suspected that Katsuki somehow bribed the police force into making these arrests.

Katsuki walked over immediately and unchained you, pulling you in close. You let out the breath you didnt realise you were holding...

This didn't feel real. It.. it felt like a complete and utter dream.

"Fuck... baby never leave like that again... did they hurt you?" He asked as he cupped your cheeks looking at your face for any signs of trauma.

"Other than emotionally I think I'm okay Katsuki..." you mumbled, you cupped his cheeks in your hands and gave him a deep kiss.

You felt those warm strong hands trailing along your skin relieving the tension built up from Dabi.

"You better be careful Katsuki Bakugo! One die you'll die by my hand and I'll have Y/N by my side." Shigaraki snapped as he was being dragged away.

"Yeah yeah good luck with that in jail you fuckin' took." Bakugou said flipping him off but not looking in his direction.

No he kept his eyes on you.

He had even taken off his jacket and draped it around your shoulders, being engulfed in his scent made you happy.

"C'mon baby... let's get you home." He said, lifting you up bridal style.

"Oi Icy hot take care of this will ya?" He then said as he walked past Shoto, motioning to the situation behind them.

"What? Darling Y/N or that?" He pointed to the group that was checking on Kirishima and Izuku making sure neither of them had too much damage on them.

Katsuki growled and flipped him off, but you weren't really paying attention.

Your face was buried in Katsuki's neck, you were breathing in his scent, feeling of much of him as possible.

Anything to forget those harsh hands on your body.

"Ah, Shoto, there was two bags that were brought here... could you take it back to Katsuki's apartment. I have no clue where they were put." You said before Katsuki walked out of the room.

Shoto just nodded and told the police to look for it instead.

"Do you think we could go to a hotel...?" You mumbled, you weren't particularly in the mood to go back to your apartment.

"Of course kitten... I'll even get some champagne and chocolate for ya." Katsuki mumbled kissing your forehead.

The drive to the hotel was pleasant, you were carried up and met by rose petals and a bottle of champagne on the bed.

A box of chocolates also set down on the bed.

"This is romantic even for you~" you teased as you were set down on your feet. You removed his jacket and stripped off your panties.

Hunger glazed over his features but he held back for you.

"Felt like being romantic for ya~" he teased as he sat down on the edge of the bed watching you.

"I wanna shower first... is that okay?"

"You never need to ask me permission baby girl." He mumbled as his hands trailed along your arm as you walked past.

"I'll be right back then.." you said as you gave him a quick kiss and then slipped into the bathroom.

Your shower was short, you wanted to be by Katsuki's side. You had managed to wash your hair as well which was good.

When you came out of the bathroom, towel wrapped tightly around your torso you saw Bakugou was sitting and waiting for you. The chocolates were moved out the way and the champagne was poured into two glasses.

Scrolling through his phone, his gaze shifted from the phone screen to you almost immediately as you stepped closer.

He set his phone down on the dressing table and pulled you in between his legs.

His hands trailing along your body as you leaned down to kiss him again.

The kiss was more passionate than usual, hands a bit more gentle as they trailed along your thighs before pulling off the towel and pulling you on top of him as he leaned back onto the bed, his hands resting on your lower back.

"Hmm~♡ please touch me..." you begged quietly as his hands started moving along your spine, he shifted one hand and rested it on your breast.

His tongue trailing along your jawline, but he ended up flipping so you were beneath him.

His tongue dragging along your skin as his hands grope at your ass and breasts.

His mouth latched onto your nipple causing you to groan feeling his tongue drag along the sensitive nub, his teeth nipping at the skin as well.

His free hand found its way between your legs stroking your thighs teasingly, purposely avoiding that sensitive spot you oh so desperately wanted him to touch.

He switched nipples as his finger teased your clit causing your hips to buck slightly.

"Hmm~ is kitten ready for daddy to fuck her?" He asked huskily, pulling away from your nipple as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock.

He was harder than usually. His cock was throbbing against your folds already.

"Yes daddy~♡" you moaned happily, you were eager, you were becoming drunk off of him again. Addicted as though he was a drug.

"Good kitten~♡" he growled as his tip slipped between your folds making you moan his name under your breath.

His cock was stretching you out, your body was trembling beneath his as it always did whenever you felt him inside you.

As soon as his tip was pressed up against your womb you could feel yourself melt. Your body tensed up a little but almost immediately went into pleasure as he started moving his hips.

Slamming himself inside your deepest parts over and over again.

He was placing soft tender kisses against your skin, marking you as his.

Your moans of pleasure were audible.

"No one else gets to fuck you... no one. You're all mine baby~ I'm gonna make sure everyone fuckin' knows that your mine... this pussy is mine alone~" he growled into your ear, causing you to squirm beneath him, fingers digging into his back as you moaned his name over and over.

Telling him how good he was making you feel.

Your legs trembling as your pussy started tightening around his cock.

"F-fuck... daddy I'm gonna cum.. d-daddys gonna make me cum~♡" you moaned out tilting your head back in pleasure.

His hips slamming harder into yours as he gave you a deep kiss.

Rubbing his tongue against yours, you know he was about to cum too, the way his cock pulsated inside your slick cunt when it was about to release its load was all too familiar with you.

It had you moan against his mouth as he gave one last final slam against you and came undone along with you.

His body staying pressed against yours.

"I love you Y/N..." he mumbled.

That was the first time he.. ever said I love you...

You had never said it to him.

You were shocked...

"I.. I love you too... Katsuki." You replied quietly to him, he just smiled.

Pulling out of you and pulling you close handing you the glass of champagne.

And that's how you had spent the rest of your evening... drinking champagne, eating chocolates and just enjoying each others company.

(Some wholesome stuff. I'll probably not do a part 5. Not for a while, just until I figure out some stuff. But I'll keep writing got some spicy ideas :3)

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fucker-anon · 4 years ago

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Puppeteer Headcanons

K so this mans has been living in my head rent free since I first laid eyes on them (like 2013) so here are my headcanons about their backstories, personalities, and more. Some are inspired by the original stories and lore, some are inspired by other bloggers, some are me self-projecting. Warning there are mentions of dark themes so keep caution. Also i am not a writer, (im sorry) @creepy-bi-day enjoy!!

Puppeteer~

Backstory:

Puppeteer was born as Jonathon Blake on July 23, 1974

Mother was Hispanic, dad was American. He grew up speaking Spanish and English. He also never really got along with both sides of the family cause he’s mixed (they didn’t like that). They kinda preferred his siblings.

had 4 younger siblings (3 girls, 1 boy). He was 4 years older than the second child.

ever since he could walk he was obsessed with musical theater. For a while his family was able to Johnny to theater camp. Stopped after the 3rd child was born due to financial reasons

parents were working full time to take care of their family. meant Johnny was basically acting like a 3rd parent. good news was he was able to take care of all 4 of them and meet their basic need of being fed, staying clean etc. bad news it meant that he was taking care of them 24/7 and was constantly tired and not taking care of himself. Started to develop symptoms of depression, but couldn’t get help due to the stigmas around mental health + he’s a guy.

got worse in highschool when his work load increased and he wanted to do more in drama and music but couldn’t cause he had to take care of his siblings. He also didn’t make many close friends except for one girl in his drama class Erma.

Erma was his best friend and they started dating in their second year of highschool. She helped him as much as she could with his mental health, their studies, and even helped babysit some days. They brought out the best in each other.

Erma loved dance and wanted to become a ballerina, but her parents tried to keep her focus on studies. They did allow her to take theater which she also loved. Her parents were very strict and controlling so she had to hid her relationship.

It wasn’t until the second child turned 13 (johnny was 17), when she started to help out more with the other three siblings (12f, 9f, 7m). Thanks to her help and now they were in a better financial position, johnny was able to join plays and bands which had afterschool practices.

He was really good. He discovered he was born with perfect pitch and was able to get the lead in a play in his final year. This was also when he was able to score a scholarship so some of his uni fees would be paid for.

he decided to major in theater and wanted to go on Broadway or at least become a drama teacher

however when apply for uni, Erma’s parents discovered their relationship and they offered Erma a choice, break up with johnny or else they wouldn’t pay for Erma’s schooling. They hated johnny mostly due to racism and the fact that he wasnt going into a “stable career”. Erma choose to break up with Johnny but didn’t want to tell him these reasons cause she knew that it would upset him. So instead she told him that she’s fallen out of love and wanted to break up.

Johnny agreed mostly to make her happy, but this started his spiral downwards.

Johnny didn’t have any friends other than Erma, he also went to uni in a different city so he didn’t have his family there. His depression got really bad, and he ended up isolating himself and failing first term. He decided to kill himself via hanging. Problem is he wasn't heavy enough to kill himself right away, so he was suffering for hours.

He spent his last few hours allowing himself to finally “be selfish” and allowed himself to be angry at his family, Erma, and his overall life.

due to this anger, he was able to come back as a ghost, wanting others to feel the same pain as him.

when he came back he was able to change his body into his idea of a perfect vessel, some improvement were making himself taller, better hair, clear face, smooth voice, bigger dick. and now feeds off of negative energy

Personality:

cold-hearted, cunning, manipulative, a smooth talking, somewhat charming. this is the very carefully crafted version of Puppeteer, He’s the guy who could talk you into doing anything, mostly stuff like jumping off a bridge

however once you get close to him, you see more of Johnathon than puppet. He is very protective of his close friends, will fuss over them and scold them if they aren’t taking care of themselves

good luck getting there tho. After Erma he really had a hard time opening up to ppl due to his fear that they will all leave him at one point.

Powers:

he feeds off of negative energies, the more trauma the better (finally imma a snack), so he usually influences his victims into a deep depressed state where they off themselves. However once he started hanging out with the creeps (mansion au), he really didn’t need to do that since everyone is a lil fucked up. He just feeds off a little bit of everyone, so that no one is really affected. At this point, he probably has enough energy to outlive the fucking queen

He’s a ghost so he can levitate at most like 10 m above the ground, and if he focuses, he can go through walls and become invisible.

he has golden strings due to the ectoplasm inside of him (make his eyes and mouth glow to). This strings are like limbs, They are tough to break but if you do its gonna hurt him a lot. They can extend up to 60 ft, and are about 1 cm thick.

Fun Facts (cause idk how to categorize these)

lots of trauma, need therapy. he feels a lot of shame for what happened and only opens up to his very close friends. again born in 70′s, theres the toxic masculinity and some internalized homophobia.

still a theater kid!! love musicals and can still sing and play guitar. His vocal cords are a lil more sensitive cause the whole hanging thing, but as long as he warms up, can has the range baby. also has Macbeth memorized

can still cook. while he doesn’t like his past and doesn’t need to eat. He wrote down all of the recipes he knew and will sometimes make them again

dick is 6.5 inchs soft 7.5 hard, i know y’all wanted to know. if also like 6′2 tall. tall big boi

i hc him as pansexual. yea he rather died again than admit that he loves someone, but he won’t care about gender. he still is cis tho.

he does fuck. not often but occasionally. slightly lower sex drive than average

grunge king. he grew up in poverty and he great at diy. very leans more punk grunge but can be soft grunge depending on his mood. love beanies and his hair is a little longer than chin length with lots of layers. He is tempted to shave off the sides of his head tho. also has grunge and punk music on his playlists.

bad with tech. like the opposite of ben. gets called an old man since he couldn’t figure out how the tv remote works.

he doesn’t grow facial hair, doesn’t like the look.

acts like he’s too proper to cuss, but he does.... a lot

experienced some racism while growing up so he does say ACAB

probably has some piercings or tattoos or both

still is depressed, has some tough days, but doctor ej gets him pills to help and he has a good support system

shit this was a lot so Helen is next with another post. ill get into their friendship and relationships with other in a whole new post if yall like it. someone tell me if this gives joy cause i could write an essay on this man

#puppeteer #creepypasta puppeteer #idk how to tag this man #jonathon blake #creepypasta

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