#innapropriate use of the force

[aeroquarium]

You’re on My Mind (and in My Head) Chapter One: Only in My Dreams [Kylo Ren x male reader] (NSFW)

Summary: You do your best to pretend you aren’t having wet dreams about Kylo Ren. Little do you know, he’s well aware.

CW, includes: innapropriate use of the force, wet dreams (rough sex, bondage, oral sex)

Word count: 1.7k

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He relentlessly pounds into you as you scream out, begging for release as your nails draw lines across his back. He smirks and thrusts harder, his movements growing rough and sloppy as he gets closer and closer to reaching his climax. He looks into your eyes and- a loud series of beeps wakes you from your sleep, you groan and shut off your alarm.

You have these dreams almost every night, and almost every morning you wake up disappointed and horny. It’s a mystery why you get these dreams.. Okay, well, maybe it isn’t. You’ve had romantic feelings for Ren for quite some time, it has to have been at least a whole cycle by now. 

It started the day you suggested an idea for gathering intel on the Resistance and Ren praised you for your intelligent proposal. The praise awoke something in you and the butterflies in your stomach took flight. Every single day since then, you’ve craved more of his approval. You made sure all your work was nothing but exceptional. Your reports were flawless and you only shared your brightest ideas. But, after about a month, you realized it wasn’t just his praise you craved. It began with the anxiety that arose in you when he was around. Then it was the way your heart fluttered when he walked past you. You craved him.

You shot back to reality when your second alarm went off. You always kept on at least two alarms, just in case the first one didn’t work. The idea of being late and appearing unprofessional was anxiety-inducing but, what you were most afraid of was disappointing Ren.

Sitting up, you shut off your blaring alarm and rose from your bed, heading for the bathroom. Carefully and gently brushing your teeth, you stared at yourself in the mirror. Get it together, you’re a ruthless admiral of the First Order, not some lovesick fool. You’re nothing but a tool to him, so forget about it and just do your job, providing yourself with a reality check.

After a moment, you hopped into the refresher to freshen up for the day ahead of you. Today you were scheduled to oversee preparations for another mission to attempt to retrieve information on the Resistance’s location. While mapping out your day in your head, your mind started to stray from things work-related. It was as you were shampooing your hair that the image of Ren forcing you down to suck his cock popped up in your head. Your groan of frustration contradicted your what was going through your mind, thoughts about him fucking your mouth, his movements being rough and desperate. The idea of Ren manhandling you and using you for his own pleasure made the blood rush down to your lower abdomen. Now you were standing in the refresher, shampoo still in your hair, with a boner. You shut your eyes and groaned once more, tugging on your hair in distress. It took a minute, but eventually you regained your composure and rinsed out the shampoo.

Feeling clean and refreshed, you walked back into your bedroom with a towel wrapped around your waist. Walking over to your closet, you took out your uniform and hung it on the door of the cabinet. After unwrapping the towel and throwing it into your hamper for the laundry droid to collect later, you began dressing yourself, pulling on a pair of boxers. It was with great care that you put on your tunic and pants. You were very proud of your rank and uniform, it took a lot of time and effort to achieve everything you have. At first, you were nothing but another insignificant person on some distant planet. The First Order took you in, along with others from your home planet, but you were one of the few who took your job seriously and climbed up the ranks, finally reaching your current title of Admiral. It felt good to have a purpose, especially one that was working towards something important for the entire galaxy.

A few minutes later, after you had finished dressing, you returned to the bathroom to fix up your hair and giving it a final comb through. Once that was done, you checked your outfit in your full body mirror to make sure everything was as it should be. Content with your appearance, you headed for the door and then the lift. It was time to head down to the main bridge.

Exiting the lift, you then made your way over to the bridge. Once you had reached your destination, you were met with a rush of anxiety at the sight in front of you. Kylo Ren was standing at the end of the bridge, staring out the viewport, studying what seemed to be nothing. You remembered your dream about him, reminiscing on how dream-Ren had looked at you and how he fucked you and- Maker, help me, you thought to yourself as you walked over to see if he needed anything. “Supreme Leader,” you greeted him, tilting your head down in respect, “are you in need of anything, Sir?”

He continued to stare out the viewport, “Admiral. Just checking in on things, wanted to see how things are progressing.”

“I see, Sir. Well, things are going well, we’re currently preparing to follow up on a lead, it may have information on the Resitance’s current whereabouts and what they’re planning,” you replied.

Finally, he turned to look at you, “Good, good. Seems like you’re doing good work.”

It just took that tiny bit of praise to make your stomach flutter. Pretending to have not been affected by that, you offered a polite smile, “I do my best, Sir. I hope my efforts are satisfactory.”

“More than, Admiral,” he simply responded. You thought that was the end of your conversation with the Supreme Leader, but then he went on to inquire you, “Have you been well? I can feel your exhaustion. Have you not been sleeping well lately?

It wasn’t surprising that he could sense your emotions, you knew he was able to sense the feelings of those around him. What was interesting was that he was taking the time to question you about this. You were about to tell him that you had been experiencing some intense and very vivid dreams and it was just exhaustion from dealing with everything that came with that, but then you thought it better not to mention that. Instead, you responded, “It’s nothing I assure you, Sir,” with what you hoped was a look of reassurance, hoping he wouldn’t question you about this further. You didn’t need him somehow sensing that you were regularly having sexual dreams about him.

“Don’t hesitate to let me know if you’re in need of anything, I wouldn’t want my best Admiral feeling unwell,” He said after a moment, his gaze returning to the darkness that lies beyond the viewport.

Your cheeks flushed a light scarlet. He thought you were his best Admiral? The First Order was full of so many wise and knowledgeable people, and yet he called you his best? Honored couldn’t even begin to describe how you felt. “I appreciate that, Sir. I shall keep that in mind,” you responded, your tone appreciative.

Ren nodded, continuing to look outside, leaving you wondering what it was he was thinking so intensely about. You wished you could see the expression on his face right now, missing the way he looked when he focused on something in his head. He was just as intimidating, if not more, without his mask and you found it hot, very hot. Whenever he had his mask off, you carefully studied his face, taking note of every wrinkle, line, and freckle. He rarely took off his mask, so you made sure to map out his face as accurately as possible in your head. Longing to see the look on his face right now and the way his hair falls so perfectly, framing his face, you decided to distract yourself by looking out the viewport as well. Doing your best to avert your thoughts away from how incredibly attractive Ren was, you focused in on a distant star.

It was when you were thinking about how bright that star was that another image flashed in your head. This time it was Ren towering over you as you lay tied down to a bed. He traced his fingers down your body, past your chest and then your stomach, until he was about to touch your most intimate area. You shivered and blinked a few times, hoping Ren didn’t notice your change in demeanor.

“Everything all right, Admiral?” he questioned, looking over at you. He definitely noticed and you prayed to the Maker that he couldn’t sense what you were thinking about.

Regaining your composure, you quickly reassured him, “Yes, Sir. Just got lost in a thought, nothing more.”

He stared at you for a bit and you wished you knew what he was thinking about. A minute later, he responded “I see. Take care of yourself, Admiral. I have a meeting in 10 minutes, so I shall take my leave now. I’ll see you at tomorrow’s meeting.”

You nodded at this, telling him you’d see him then as well. Watching as he walked away with purpose and a confidence that radiated off of him, you found yourself getting lost in thought once again. It was painful having these feelings towards him, especially knowing that said feelings wouldn’t ever be returned. You wished and wished that the thoughts and dreams about him would stop. It was difficult beyond words to feel this way for him.

Heading back to your quarters, exhausted after a full day’s work, you reminisced on your conversation from earlier with Ren. You thought about the way he stared at you and you found yourself, once again, wondering what he was thinking about in that moment. Your feelings for him were so overwhelming. It was all you could think about when you weren’t working, and even then it still sometimes found its way into your thoughts. Thinking about how he would never feel the same left you with your eyes stinging, but you refused to cry over this. You tried to distract yourself by thinking about answering some messages from colleagues on your datapad. Finally, you reached your door and unlocked it, heading inside to take another shower, this time to clear your head.

[konigbabe]

never define you

DAY 1 ⇢ Exhibitionism Pairing: Satoru Gojo x fem!teacher!reader (+ Shoko Ieiri) Word count: 1.9k Tags/warnings: no y/n; smut; exhibitionism; hints of a threesome (F/F/M); jealous!Gojo; playful!Shoko; p-in-v; office sex; table sex; ass slapping; swearing; unprotected sex; innapropriate use of a blindfold; extensive use of euphemisms and poetic descriptions Summary: "Shh, Ieiri will hear us...or do you want her to come and watch?" — to which you simply nod. [Part of NSFW Gojo Week 2023]

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"I said watch, not touch." Shoko's fingertip grazes the curve of her lower lip, a deliberate act that invites her tongue to follow; eyes staying on your swaying form, breasts almost spilling from your bra due to Satoru's thrusts turning erratic. Harsher. More demanding. The scene drenched in a potent blend of Satoru's possessiveness and desire.

You don't know what's louder — your moans or the rhythmic collision of Satoru's hips against yours.

The table beneath your palms exudes a comforting warmth; its sharp edge finding the curve of your hipbone in tandem with each intense meeting of flesh. Sends a wave of ecstasy through your veins. Sets every nerve ablaze.

Ends with his name escaping your lips, falling like a plea that elicits a guttural response from him. His lips curve upward, a mix of desire and satisfaction, as he drinks in the sight of you—legs parted to the limits set by the elastic band of your underwear, the delicate fabric pressing sharply into the tender flesh of your lower thighs. Body angled parallel to Satoru's work desk, skirt gathered around your hips to reveal a tantalizing sliver of the skin on your lower back.

His fingers seek out that revealed fragment of skin, grasping it with a desperate hunger to feel your warmth, your skin. His touch a fervent proclamation of ownership. Reveling in the way your body yields to his touch, how your gasps and moans harmonize with his movements, responding to his skilled touches.

It's not enough though.

Already unbuttoned, your shirt lays open as he seizes the fabric at the back, tugging it gently; exposing the top of your shoulder blades – the canvas for his hungry eyes and roaming hands.

It's not enough.

With a disapproving grunt and cock buried, deeply nestled within you, he tugs more. With caution, not to rip the thin material (he's already received a mouthful the last time he dared to rip your shirt off, left it in pieces).

"Don't rip–"

The words fade into a breathless silence. Instead, a choked-off moan is let out when Satoru's movements take a sudden, forceful turn and he delivers a rather harsh thrust.

"Yeah, yeah," he dismisses your warning, "don't worry, I know."

The wooden surface beneath your palms loses its support as you boldly follow the trail of his actions, arms drawn backward in a daring arc, pectoral muscles stretching in a way that brings both delight and strain.

Bathing in the darkness, his blindfold presses gently against your closed eyelids; you feel the material of your shirt bunch around your forearms, cinching them together in a makeshift constraint, Satoru's fingers envelop the material between your wrists, holding it firmly. His cock splits you open with each roll of his hips. Thighs flush against yours. Feet stretching, tiptoes barely reaching the wooden floor of his workplace.

"You're so pretty like this."

The other hand leaves a sharp unexpected sting on the curve of your ass. Earns him a surprised yelp, his name a mix of displeased profanity and something more primal. Loud enough to surpass the door.

"Shh," Satoru murmurs, his tone a gentle hush, and bends down, forceful movements giving way to gentle, shallow motions; savoring the sensation of the way your cunt grips him. Every time he withdraws, you draw him in tighter, your hips synchronizing with his. "Or Ieiri will hear us," he adds, a whisper in the air.

To which you hum in contentment but don't necessarily quiet down.

"Daamn–you got tighter," his breath fans over the shell of your ear, forehead momentarily resting on the back of your head as he stops, stays seated inside. "S'that it? You wanna get heard by her?" His voice is laced with amusement, a playful query that lingers in the space between you.

You answer his teasing proposition with a roll of your hips.

"Mmph–Satoru, please–.”

To which the weight of his clothed body leaves your back as he straightens out. One hand splayed on top of your ass; fingers spread over the juncture where the supple flesh meets the lower arch of your back. Thumb pressing against your perineum while he watches the white ring of your juices cling to his cock whenever he pulls out.

"Or you want her to watch?"

The idea that you let sit. It mingles with the way he pivots his hips until something inside you snaps.

"Wouldn't–ugh," the words tumble from your lips, your back arching involuntarily – calves straining, ass going up with your still-covered breasts pressing into the table."Wouldn't mind her—watching." The admission punctuated with a gasp.

It's as if you could feel the way Satoru grins over your words. Listening to your struggle to form a sentence while relentlessly hitting all the sweet spots in your walls. While listening to the sounds of your wet cunt, how your slick stick to him like glue. And watching; watching the pleasure take you over and the way your hands curl around nothing within his grasp.

He reaches for his phone then. Fishes it out of his back pocket. Casually searches through the contacts, scrolling through the list until it lands on ‘Ieiri Shoko'. All while his hips meet yours, in a languid pace, using the grip he has on you to pull you back; to meet him halfway.

Shortly after the sound of a sent message reaches your ears, the doors open.

"Oh wow," her voice carries a unique texture, a sort of huskiness. A distinct raspy quality. Despite this, her tone maintains a soothing quality, like a well-loved instrument that has gained character over time. And to a non-sorcerer's ear, it would sound simply smooth.

"Wasn't expecting such a delightful sight."

Satoru doesn't stop rolling his hips. Instead, his movements evolve, become more defined – angling himself to lean further over you. With one hand resting on the table, fingertips grazing the curve of your hip. He impels his cock to go deeper; kiss that spot inside your walls, coaxing them to tighten around him. Coat him in slickness.

Makes you drip down your thighs – like liquid silk; you feel it cascade down until it’s caught by your underwear.

Satoru’s hips gradually slow their relentless pace, a momentary respite in the whirlwind of sensation. 

"Well," a low rumble pours from Satoru's chest as he speaks, tone a blend of playful invitation and smoldering desire, "you can watch all you want. She seems to like you."

A hand connects with your asscheek. A gentle slap.

"Isn't that right, pet?"

"Umm," your words are caught in your throat when Satoru untangles your arms from the shirt's confines and brings you up. Forces your arms to support your weight on the table as the arch of your back meets the solid planes of his chest. "So–so right."

The heels click against the wooden floor until Shoko's breath touches your cheeks slick with the sheen of sweat.. The warmth of her breath mingles with yours. Delicate, bony fingers grasp your chin and tilt it slightly up until a thumb swipes over your kiss-bruised lips.

"Always wondered ‘bout the sounds you'd make," every roll of her tongue adds a touch of richness to every word she utters, "the way you'd taste."

Her lips crash into yours. Soft and tender. The delicate pressure sends ripples through your exposed body. Making your heartbeat drop to your cunt, swell around Satoru and push you closer to the luscious end.

With each gentle brush and press of her mouth, time seems to slow, the world around you narrowing down to the meeting of her lips. All accompanied by the heat of his cock pressing against your inner walls until you're filled to the brim with pure blissful agony.

"I said watch, not touch."

A sharp, forceful impact sends you crashing against the table's rough edge, the fleeting touch of your lips disrupted, leaving only a fleeting connection of saliva – almost as if he was chastising you for Shoko's perceived transgression.

"And only her," his words command with an edge of envy, "eyes on her."

Shoko's fingertip grazes the curve of her lower lip, a deliberate act that invites her tongue to follow; eyes staying on your swaying form, breasts almost spilling from your bra due to Satoru's thrusts turning erratic. Harsher. More demanding. The scene drenched in a potent blend of Satoru's possessiveness and desire.

"No one cares about your cock, Gojo," the tone turns annoyed, a lingering playfulness underneath its surface.

"I do," you mumble, slowly feeling the high building up.

Your words make the man smirk at his coworker.

"Come here," he pulls you closer, breasts brushing against the warmth of his forearm. A warm exhalation fans across your neck, gently coaxing you to tilt your head to the side to give him a proper kiss – a gradual melding of mouths, unhurried and deliberate. A delicious tangle of warmth that tingles through your body. "That's my girl."

You finally break apart, lips still tingling with pleasure. You both let out a sigh of contentment, enjoying the afterglow.

"One more," Satoru whispers against your lips, hips moving in a subtle rhythm against yours. Shoko observes the two of you with a curious expression, sweeping your hair aside from one side of your face. Coinciding with Satoru's soft kisses trailing towards your ear on the opposite side.

You feel his hand glide along your hip, tracing the contours with a delicate touch. Fingers exploring the curve of your ass. Middle finger grazing over the apex of your folds, gathering the glistening wetness before circling the tender spot at the center.

A whimper of pleasure unfurls from your mouth like the petals of a blossoming flower. It grows, a crescendo of longing and need, as Satoru follows the same pattern – tracing slow circles around your clit and hood, pressing down whenever his cock kisses the deepest places inside you. Then he draws back. Leaves only the tip in, lets you feel the way your cunt grips his head, tries to suck him back in. And with his hips snapping, he pushes back into your warmth, slick, and flicks your clit in the process.

A tantalizing play that beckons you to clasp onto him whenever he's buried to the hilt.

"Satoru–please," your voice becomes an instrument of pure ecstasy, "m'close–don't stop…please…"

And he listens. To your longing for that sweet high. Skillful rolls of his lips like an artist's brushstrokes painting pleasure across your canvas.

Body slowly giving away, slick walls clamping down on his cock. You feel the sensations ripple through you, each one a tender collision of delicate flames, like feathers brushing against your senses. Touches that converge into points of an exquisite dance that leaves you melting, your very core becoming molten with pleasure.

It's the way your head strains back, finding solace in the crook of Satoru's neck; a sanctuary where his scent and warmth envelop you. Arms extending, gripping the opposite edge of the table until your knuckles feel as if they are going to rip. Thighs flexing, a choked cry of his name frees itself from your lips.

Satoru follows suit, his restraint shattered by the intensity of your tightening embrace, your walls a vice that clutches at him – an embrace that draws him in with an insatiable hunger. A voracious pull. The ripples of your fervor coax him deeper, painting your walls the purest hues of intimacy until you become a canvas that blushes with pearlescent tones. He imprints himself deep within your walls.

"Wish I took my phone with me," Shoko's voice interjects, a distant echo that momentarily breaches the bubble of your orgasm, the ripples of her words brushing against the edges of your pleasure without truly breaking through.

You exhaust a chuckle. A gentle exhale that mingles with the remnants of your euphoria. Hand reaching for the blindfold, all while Satoru keeps his softening cock inside you. Relishing in the squeeze just a little longer.

[cotton-could]

In defense of Zenitsu Agatsuma

Alright, we all know Zenitsu is quite a divisive character but his haters are taking their dislike towards him in a disturbingly disproportionate way to the point they pick his flaws and demonize... And their reasons to hate him is either "he's loud and annoying", "he's cowardly and useless", "he's a pervert" or "he forced himself on nezuko" so i'll refute those repetitive arguments because it's getting really tiring

"He's loud and annoying"

He's loud and? So is Inosuke and people dont give him hell for it and many of his lines is him screaming. Rengoku is loud aswell but people dont mind it. They only focus on Zenitsu and it's just unfair and biased because those same people are the same ones who love other louder characters while hating on Zen for it and the excuse it's probably "he's annoying". While the annoyingness depends a lot of the person, they somehow tolerate characters that are way more annoying than him but since Zenitsu is considered as a "loser", they just use him as a scapegoat.

And about being annoying... It's really frustrating that they only tolerate him when he's asleep aka being brave and imo its boring because we have so many characters that fear nothing and are super brave wich gets too repetitive and even boring so to it's quite refreshing to see a character that doesnt show a brave side and has more realistic reactions when encountering demons that are twice his height.

Besides the guy clearly has a lot of issues and unresolved traumas wich are shown with his clinglyness, self esteem issues, etc... sadly the author didnt put much focus and it doesnt go away magic and the fact that his haters are quick to be sympathetic to other Demon Slayer characters who did WAY worse than him but people refuse to try to understand him just show they just care about if a character is cool enough or quiet enough.

"He's cowardly and useless"

Did we watch the same show?? He may be cowardly sure (wich is valid given his circumstances) but calling him useless is a reach. If he was useless; Nezuko would've been killed by Inosuke, the kid he was protecting in the demon drum arc would've died aswell (he had countless of oportunities to ditch the little boy and leave him for dead), the mission in the red light district could've been more complicated, the little girl he defended from Daki wouldnt have her other ear, etc...

Hence, despite being a coward, he still has morals that his haters love to overlook. The guy was terrified of Tengen yet he still did what he could to defend the girls from him, took a nasty blow from Daki just for defending someone, tried to hide Genya from Sanemi, etc without expecting something back. Despite his flaws, Zenitsu is without a doubt one of the most selfless characters in the show but of course, according to dudebros and haters, crybaby=useless.

"He's a pervert"

This one is a valid criticism but sadly, his haters flanderize said flaw to make him some sort of predator, calling him all sort of awful things and even accusing him of stuff he didnt even do. His love for girls can be super weird and he's not a gentleman but they love to overlook all the moments where he genuinely protected girls that aren't only Nezuko and after doing so, he doesn't expect them to be his girlfriend or anything. He even demanded Daki to apologize to the little girl she bullied. If he only cared about women for lust pleasure then many of his kind actions toward them wouldn't even exist in the first place

Besides I find it super hypocritical for people to give Zenitsu hell for his innapropriate behaviour towards girls yet those same people turn a blind eye to Tengen slapping a minor's butt (some even going as far as trying to explain the reason), threw a little girl off the roof without caring if she'd survive or not and almost kidnapping the butterfly girls. Tengen did ALL of this without even apologizing to the girls nor without getting properly punished for said actions (and no, him losing his hand and eye are not direct punishment of his actions but rather unfortunate consequences of the battle). It's just crazy how those same people hold Zenitsu (a teenager) more accountable for his behaviour than Tengen (grown adult) for his smh.

"He forced himself on Nezuko"

Dude has an innocent crush on a girl who treats him well and people act as if he was a terrible and psychopathic guy who didn't cared about her and treated her like garbage. This man would rather suffer than hurt her and see her unhappy, he loves her in a genuine and pure way that goes being "she's cute" and it was shown in his dream. In the light novel, it was confirmed that he doesn't even care that she's a demon, meaning that he loves her regardeless of what she is.

Wich makes all the dumb tweets about Aoi being Nezuko's protector and that someone has to protect her from him. Seriously?? The same guy who saved her twice?? And that scene of him seeing Nezuko in the sunlight is not that serious ffs, he wasnt even too harsh with his movements (he gently held her hands), he was just reaction in a dramatic way and Nezuko wasn't even uncomfortable this whole time. If she were uncomfortable, shown signs that she dislikes him and avoids him then yes, the whole "protect her from Zenitsu" tweets would make sense but nop, it's just a cringey scene that people took it way too seriously. Before you mention me the chasing scene, that was an anime-only scene and in the manga he just bows down to her as he gives her flowers. Nezuko even sees him in a positive light, example:

Anyways that was my rant on Zenitsu, might do more about it in the future

[kairiscorner]

I wanna request a miguel x reader who pulls pranks on him everyday ex; dumping a gallon of pink frosting on him with sprinkles, covering his whole office with webs, purposely playing innapropriate sounds from his laptop during meetings 💀💀 (those grey streaks on his hair increasing frfr)

omg that is me to miggy frfr, i love this HEHEHEHEHEH I HOPE THIS IS ANY GOOD <333

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you'll be the death of him. — miguel o'hara x reader

every morning, miguel o'hara rises from bed with his guard up constantly–he never lets it down, in fact, he finds everything as a threat to the peace and quiet he looks forward to in his day. the sole perpetrator for the disturbances in his day is none other than you, the resident troublemaker of the spider society's HQ. ever since miguel (regrettably) recruited you several months ago, every day after that has been nothing short of comedic hell for him. he's been the laughingstock of many of your trademark gags–from dumping gallons of pink frosting on him with sprinkles and cherries on top, filling his entire office with webs and forcing him to halt all operations in HQ because you also webbed up his control panels, and purposely played... interesting noises from his devices when he's trying to have a serious adult conversation with the rest of the spider society.

everybody else tries to play off your jokes as cruel gags that are anything but funny, but do indeed laugh about the pranks you pull on him behind his back with you–irritating miguel even further as he cleans your mess up, knowing full well that no matter how much he yells at or threatens you to get you to clean the messes up, he always will end up cleaning up after you–hence, he has vowed to be on guard every day after that. the lack of spider sense for him is a disadvantage when it came to predicting your next move or where you are to gauge how ready he should be or what he should do, but no matter–he's got heightened senses and not enough patience to deal with you so early in the morning; he'll show you once and for all why you shouldn't mess with him so casually anymore. miguel remained in his office as usual, monitoring the on-goings in the multiverse all at once–knowing full well that you would use this opportunity to strike him down with some shitty prank again.

miguel heard thumping and creaking nearby on the ceiling, and not even looking up, he shot his webs up at the ceiling–wrapping something around his webs. "you aren't slick." he said as he tightened his grip around you he caught on the ceiling. you finally let out a groan as miguel tightened his grasp around you. "come on, mig–i just wanted to say 'hi', can't a friend do that anymore?" you asked him all innocently as he pulled you down to his platform, your arms wrapped around your sides as he shook his head. "friends don't make laughingstocks out of each other." "they do in my book..." you muttered, all pouty that miguel 'refused to let you have any fun'.

miguel sighed and turned around and looked down at your sitting figure resigned on the ground; you grinned up at him awkwardly as his scowl deepened. "when are you gonna learn to respect me, hmm? and don't be a smart ass about it, i hate it when you run that little mouth on me, thinking you're someone so much better than i am." he said as he crouched to your level and inched his face even closer to yours, his nose brushing against yours as he spoke in such a low, husky voice. you found yourself staring into miguel's hazel eyes in response, with his eyebrows crinkling at the lack of words being spoken in this one-way conversation he was having with you. "what? not gonna talk?" he asked you as you soon bit your lip, stifled giggles escaping your lips ever so often.

miguel raised an eyebrow at you. "what? what's so funny—" he asked but was soon interrupted by when you burst out laughing and kicking your feet in the air, falling over on your side and rolling over. "you sound crazy." "and you look so pretty!" you exclaimed in between fits of giggles as miguel felt a little cool around his arms—he was wearing a dress, a flowy dress that had a deep v-shaped neckline and was donning on heels, you truly were a talented designer and hijacker. "loving your new suit look?" you asked miguel as you laughed even harder, with lyla joining in and snapping photos left and right all at once with copies of herself, making sure not to miss a single angle of miguel in that outfit. "oh, and by the way, the earrings look adorable." you added as miguel felt over his earlobes and felt a pair of dangling earrings by the bottom of his earlobes.

miguel grumbled as he ordered lyla to change his suit back. "can't, this mad genius right here fumbled your suit's code up so bad that it's unsalvageable. i can make a new one from scratch—" "then do it now." "i am, but you won't get it until next week." "next week?!" he cried out, which only made you laugh even harder as he groaned and pinched his nose bridge in anger. "you'll be the death of me before i can even kill you for this..." miguel murmured as you laughed aloud. peter b and jess entered his office, hoping to talk to miguel about something, but after seeing him in... that classy get-up, they thought it'd be better to give him some alone time and take their fits of laughter somewhere else where they won't get maimed for laughing aloud; you truly aren't going to stop your shenanigans with him, ever.

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[jobrolion]

𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯 - 𝔯𝔬𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔨𝔦𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔟𝔢

rohan x gn!reader

cw | smut, innapropriate stand use, slight somnophelia, overstimulation, dominant reader

wc | 1835

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Josuke saluted you as he was rushed out the door, his laughing growing muffled as the distance between the two of you grew wider. A disgruntled Rohan rested his back against the door, eyeing you down as you sobered up.

“I’m sorry, Rohan. I really am. Things just got carried away, he’s such a fun kid, you know?”

“Oh I’m well aware, dear.”

You took a step closer to your boyfriend, testing the waters.

“I really am sorry. I didn’t mean to distract you. I should’ve known this would happen.” 

Josuke’s invitation was a result of Rohan’s fast approaching deadlines. A last ditch effort to remove you from his environment, because heaven knows he can’t distract himself from you. 

Rohan sighed, bringing the heel of his hand to his temple. Usually you rolled your eyes at his pity parties, but he looked so exhausted and tense. If he keeps going at this rate, he’ll burn out before the year is up. 

Knowing he would get no more work done today, Rohan resigned to the couch, already coming up with excuses to give his publisher.

Next to him, you took your usual place on the left side of the couch. Hesitant to reach over, you folded your hands neatly on your lap. 

“I accept your apology.” He said, eyes forward. It seemed like he had more to add, but nothing followed and you smiled.

“Thank you.” 

Rohan huffed and took a peek over to you, your smile turning into a goofy grin. 

“I’ve missed you.” You started, “It’s been so long since we’ve had any time together.”

“What is this? What’s with that look on your face?” 

“What look?”

Rohan gestured to you in your entirety. “You’re up to something. I don’t want to play this game.”

“It’s nothing too bad, my love, I promise. It's just that, well, what I think you need is incentive.” 

His silence told you he was listening.

“You need to finish by your deadline tomorrow night, right?”

“Yes, but-”

“Tomorrow, by your deadline, if you have finished your work I will use my stand on you, all night long.” 

Rohan breathed hard, not knowing if he could handle a night being the target of your stand.

“You want that, yes?”

He nodded, his eyes averting from your intense gaze. You can’t help but be giddy whenever you’re able to make Rohan flustered.

“Alrighty then. Get to work, Kishibe.”

He hesitated when he stood up, you had gotten him worked up and now the last thing he wanted to be doing was working. By the time he thought to kiss you goodbye, you had already turned away. 

Stand Name - Lover Come Over

When Lover Come Over is within a 5 meter radius of its target, every sensation is amplified. The closer it is, the stronger the sensation.

Stand Stats

Power - C

Speed - C

Range - B

Durability - E

Presicion - A

Potential - B

Rohan sat at his desk, head down with one hand in his hair, the other clutching his pen with enough force that soon he had to drop it, grunting as he did. You hadn’t used your stand on him in months. He longed for it. To be overwhelmed by all his senses and completely at your mercy. 

“Fuck.” 

Hour after hour he worked. His eyes never leaving the paper for a single second, his will was iron. His goal was set and he would not falter. 

But by the first rays of sunlight, he had collapsed onto his work.

When you woke you rolled over to find the opposite side of the bed was cold. This made you frown. 

You dressed quickly and headed down the hall to Rohan’s study. He was still sitting there working and didn’t even glance up when he heard the door creak open. Most likely he worked through the night. You debated pushing him to take a break, but for completely selfish reasons you decided against it. You wanted him bad and a break would only delay your satisfaction.

After a long day at work, you came home, kicking your shoes off at the door and making your way upstairs. 

The door to the study was still cracked from when you opened it that morning and through it you could hear his soft snores. When you walked in you saw the uncomfortable position your lover had found himself in. 

Whispering his name, you placed your hand on his shoulder, rubbing softly, earning you a hum of contentment. 

Eventually, Rohan sat up straight, an almost panicked look on his features. And if only for your own sadistic enjoyment, you encouraged him. 

“Last page. You got this baby.”

You perched on the edge of his desk, watching as he quickly outlined and filled the last of it. He packaged the papers in an envelope, and finally it was completed. 

“Now you need rest. I don’t want you feeling extra tired.” You giggled at your own joke.

Rohan glared at you, but no malice was behind those eyes. “Only if you come with me.”

Taking his hand in yours, you led him to the bedroom where you both changed clothes and crawled into bed. You wrapped your arms around him, as usual, and he fell asleep with a smile, also as usual.

It was dark when you woke up, spooned by the man you loved. A silent yawn left you and it was then that you felt something rubbing up against your ass. 

You smirked and whispered, “Lover Come Over.”

A purple-blue figure haloed in yellow light appeared above you. You directed your energy toward Rohan and immediately became aware of the effect your stand was already having on the man. 

He whined and brought his fist up to his mouth where he bit onto it, muffling the sounds. 

You turned to face your love, “None of that, baby. Wake up, Rohan. Wake up.”

Trailing down from his collarbone, your hand traveled lower and lower until you cupped the bulge in his pants. His eyes shot open and a pornographic moan left his mouth.

Your name fell from Rohan’s lips once, twice, gasps, barely registered, but you knew what was said. Your stand was right on top of him, the pleasure from your feathery touch was almost enough to send him spiraling, but you wouldn’t let that happen so you removed your hand and kissed his cheek before sitting on your heels beside him.

“Not so fast. I told you all night, remember?”

“You did…” 

“That’s right. Now where do you want me?”

He looked surprised to hear the question and didn’t know how to answer. He wanted you in all the ways right now all at once. It seemed so useless for you to ask anyway, he’d only end up how you thought was best. That was all he needed in this state. The all encompassing stimulation blurring the edges of his world made it too hard to answer silly questions like yours.

“Well?”

“I want your mouth.” He whispered.

“As you wish.”

You gave him a long, sloppy kiss, not caring how proficient you were proving yourself to be. Your kisses moved lower, making sure that not an inch of his skin went unloved. 

Before long, your teeth met the drawstring of his loose sweatpants. Your fingers aided in their removal before you took his already aching sex.

“Oh Rohan. Am I really having this effect on you? That’s so sweet.” You cooed.

He fought hard to keep his mouth shut, a witty comeback wouldn’t do him any favors.

“Nothing to say to that, dear?”

This time his lips parted to speak, but before he could, yours already surrounded his tip. All that came out of him was a garbled moan.

You wrapped one hand around his cock and the other circled his propped up thigh, nails digging into the skin there. Rohan would die for this mix of pain and pleasure.

By now you had taken as much of him in your mouth as you could. Your pace was slow, you didn’t want him cumming yet. 

You looked up at him expecting to be met by his gaze, but his eyes were locked on the ceiling. 

See, Rohan had gotten good at this. If you had told him not to cum, he wouldn’t. His sheer will would keep him from his orgasm despite your best efforts to make him break his promise.

You pulled away from him slowly, fist pumping him a couple times before you grabbed his hands and crawled up his body. 

Quickly and clumsily you removed your clothes and took a seat on Rohan’s stomach, regaining control of his hands and pinning them on either side of his head. You peppered his cheeks and lips with kisses, moving lower to his neck and sucking kiss marks on his collarbones.

All the while he stared in awe at you, like you were his god. At this moment it could be argued that you were. 

“Please, please.” 

You knew what he was pleading for, and you gave him what he wished.

Positioning yourself above him and lining up, you sank down on his cock. You took your time before fully seating yourself. Once you did, you gave Rohan a moment. 

Your stand was a little further away now. Too much stimulation has been known to ruin the fun, so you mind your lover and allow him to take a few breaths. 

He called your name, hands struggling under yours.

“I love you, baby.”

You started moving, slowly at first, but that would not last long. 

His hips started meeting yours at some point, sending you both into a lust fueled frenzy. At this point, anything goes and Rohan used that to his advantage. He flipped you onto your back and buried his face in your neck, and pulled you closer by the shoulders.

He started chanting your name, praises, and declarations of love and adoration, thrusting harder with each word. You lightly scratched your nails down his back eliciting a low groan and earning you a few more kisses.

Without warning your climax washed over you, a legs shaking, head spinning orgasm that had you gripping Rohan even tighter.

“Cum for me, Rohan. Please!”

With your permission, he thrust a few more times before pulling out and spilling onto your stomach. He nearly fell on you as he collapsed, breath heavy with a tear in his eye.

He was never one to recover quickly to begin with, but under the effect of your stand he was rendered powerless.

You wiped your stomach with your discarded shirt before resting your head on Rohan’s chest, thumb rubbing light circles on his skin. 

“You can recall your stand now. I might break with any more of this.” He said, voice breathy and low. 

You did as you were told, humming contentedly before the fatigue overwhelmed you and you fell asleep. 

Rohan fought to stay awake, basking in this moment for as long as he could. 

****

title reference

lover you should've come over - jeff buckley

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a/n | i haven't written anything in ages, i hope it doesn't show too badly, but i'm back to it so hopefully i'll get more comfortable with it soon

[thedarkcoven]

Kylo Ren Dirty Thought #1

NSFW WARNING AS ALWAYS MINORS STAY THE FUCK AWAY PinV. Unprotected sex. Rough. Hair pulling. Dirty talk. Kylo hate fucking. Choking. Force choking. Innapropriate usage of the force/”BDSM’ style use of force. Kylo is not nice. Public sex (sorta. Everyone can hear you screaming in the ship thats in range). Pet names (Pup- based of an AI experience I had. My pet). Face fucking. Kylo just needs to let off steam okay. Unrealistic amounts of come (ya bitch got a cum kink okay lemme alone lmao) @melodyreadsfanfiction @melodygatesauthor @charmed-asylum @moonystheorem @leeus-writing <3 For  @masterkylo​ <3 If ANYONE wants to be added to any Taglist of my SWs/Kylo/Poe writing please let me know and send me some ideas you’d like to see <3 I’ve recently became a Kylo hoe and I plan on showing more love for our Supreme Leader

The sounds of things breaking and yelling was a clear give away that Supreme Leader Kylo Ren was in another one of his moods which was 90% of the time. He was always like a child throwing tantrums when things didn’t go his way so you usually steered clear until you realized you were in his chambers cleaning... Fuck... Fuck fuck fuck. You began to panic as you hear the heavy steps of his boots against the tiles as he neared his door. Your body shaking and your throat becoming dry when his dark gaze landed right... on... you... His next victim to take his anger out on. He wasn’t done venting and his tantrums usually lasted hours.  You swallowed the lump in your throat, feeling yourself shrink as Kylo slwoly stalked toward you until you were trapped between the wall and his wide broad body. Kylo lowered his head slowly until his lips were even with your ear; his voice low and dark.  “You’re scared of me... Good. You know I can take whatever I want and right now I want you. You will be my personal little fuck toy until I say I am through with you... and you’re going to thank me after. Understood, pup?”  When you didn’t say anything Kylo growled and gripped a handful of your hair at the abck of your head and pulled your head back until your eyes were staring into his. His nose brushing against yours as his warm breath fanned against your already hot skin.  “I said... Is that understood, my pet? Use your words.”  “Yes, Master.” You managed to squeak out in a shakey meek voice, shuddering at his actions. The Supreme Leader forcefully pushed you down onto your knees, his fist stillw rapped aroudn your hair as he undone his pants, pulling his long erection out of the confines of his black trousers. The head of his cock was leaking precum. It glistened in the dim lighting of his dark chambers as he groaned pumping his gloved hand around it slughtly before rubbing it agaisnt your lips.  “Open.” He demanded. His voice was hoarse and full of a new found hunger as he glared down at you.  You barely had time to think before he stuffed his large cock into your mouth, an animalistic growl escaping his lips as he held your head in place and becan fucking your skull. He didnt care of you were gagging or struggling to breath. It was just fueling him even more to go harder, forcing his cock all the way down your throat until your nose was pressed against his pelvis just above his throbbing member. A loud groan was pulled from him as he through his head back, his dark chocolate locks falling back as he slowly rocked his hips to meet your open mouth.  “Such a good little pet for me. So obediant for your Master.”  Kylo pulled away, pulling you up before slamming his lips into yours.  The kiss was wet and sloppy full of tongue and desperate moans from the both of you. You tiptoed as you struggled to be closer to his height since you were so small compared to him. His free hand moved down and squeezed your ass, giving it a hard smack before pulling away and stripping you quickly. You felt your face become warm as his eyes roamed your body. Before you could get any words out Kylo pushed you face first down into the mattress of his bed and grabbed at the round of your ass before you felt something tight around your throat and wrists. A weak whimper left you as you quickly realized he was using the force to hold you in position, choking you but not to the point you couldn’t breath. A choked moan escaped you as Kylo pressed into your tight slick channel. Kylo winced as he kept a hand on your ass as he began moving hips slwoly at first just to break you open.  “My my, pup. You’re enjoying this arent you? You’re cunt is so wet and clenching around me so tightly. So-fucking-tight!” He threw his ehad back as he slammed his hips into yours, putting emphasis on his last words as the wound of your wet noises filled his room, bouncing off the solid dark walls. “Ah you do... Good little pet for me.”  Your moans were pornographic and whiny as he drove his hips deep into you, rubbing against that sweet spot inside of you. Letting it build and build until he pulled out, his hand coming down hard against the plump of your ass with a dark chuckle. Right before you came down from almost being close to the edge Kylo slammed back into you going even harder.  Kylo pulled your head back using your hair to get a better angle, rolling his hips deeply causing you to scream and cry out in pleasure, your legs shaking making it hard for them to hold your weight. Kylo let out a low groan as you clenched around him, making his hips stutter slightly before he pulled you up more making your back rest against his abdomen, his other hand releasing the force on you and using the force to now put pressure on your clit.  “Tell let. Let everyone... fucking.. know... who... you... belong... to!” You cried out loudly, screaming out his name as he slammed as ahrd as he could into you, his words being huffed out between his gritted teeth. All you could do was scream and cry out his name in praises as you came undone, your orgasm hitting you hard and making you shake uncontrollably as he chased his own orgasm.  A hoarse whimper left your lips as you felt his cock swell and twitch inside of you. Releasing thick hot ropes of come into you. It felt endless as he slowly rocked into you making sure you milked every last drop from his cock before he slipped out with a wince.  “That’s a good little pet... What do you think your dear old friend Poe thinks about you becoming my little slut? I’m sure he enjoyed the sounds from down the hall in the interrogation room.” He said with a smirk. 

[redxixi]

♡THE LIBARIAN♡

~` pairings : Toji x f!reader

~` warnings : non-con, heavy breading kink, dirty talk, pregnancy mention, fear kink, petnames, just porn with bad plot, and a bunch of other kinks.

:summary : You were a smart, shy libarian that decided to wear some innapropriate stuff to work and toji saw it.

A/N : so this is some dark shi kinda got carried away with this but here you are you toji hoes. if you wanna get tagged in my next works then just ask. My asks and messages are open. MINORS DNI

it was no secret to anyone that toji was a big man, a very big man. everyone adored him, especially the older women. they praise him for being such a big strong man and that he is "such a revinded gentleman". someone like toji would have never given you, the nerd libarian, attention or even looked your way. that was untill one day you decided to wear a very short skirt with a thong. why? because you were horny. That day you were putting the books back and had to bend over to put a book in the lover section of the bookshelf. you didn't think there would be anyone around seeing that on a friday night the bookstore is usually empty. but it wasn't.

someone had wrapped their strong hands around your mouth and stomach making you unable to move. You thought that the store was getting robbed or someone broke it, you wanted to scream.

"hello ms. libarian what are you doing here late at night huh"

you regognized the voice, toji. you turned your head to the side and it was toji. you were squirming in his grasp, trying to free yourself. what is he doing? he let go of your stomach with his other hands still covering your mouth. with his now free hand he ripped open your button up shirt and took off your bra so fast that you couldn't even protest, the cold night air was making your nipples hard and sensetive. you were horrified. what is he doing, why'd he taken off your clothes, you wanted to scream for help but there wouldn't be anyone to hear your screams. you were trying to claw yourself away from his grasp but he was too strong. he shoved you agaisnt one of the bookshelves, taking his hands off your mouth, took both your hands behind your back and tied them up using a ziptie.

"TOJI what are you doing?! stop oh god it hurts! "

you were sobbing uncontrolablly now.

" what am i doing? im supposed to be asking you that. wearing a thong and short skirt at work? it's like your asking me to take advantage of you"

he saw that?! is this why he's doing this? you can't belive this is happening. from behing you he started to play with your now exposed nipples, tugging them, pulling them, squizing and turning them. you hated the way you liked this, hated how turned on you were getting from this. you weren't supposed to enjoy him taking advantage of you but you were. you were groaning and shaking, trying not to let out a moan.

"Are you enjoying this slut? of course you are. wearing such sinful clothes walking around with them waiting for someone like me to come and breed you hmm. that's what you want right. So im going to give you just that"

he spun you around using brute force and slammed his lips against mine. his tounge soon entered my mouth taking full control over the kiss. his hands were busy taking off your skirt leaving you in the thong you were wearing.

"WAIT no please dont i- i don't wanna-"

"shhh puppies dont talk do they. i can go hard on you and hurt you so you better cooperate with me mkay? from now on call me master

he said smirking at me. you didn't want to call him master or do what he said but...you were afraid he was gonna hurt you. suddenly he pulled down your thong and shoved you against the nearest table. you were laying on the cold hard surface of the table now with both your legs spread open by his hands. he took his phone and snapped a couple pictures off your wet dripping cunt.

"aww is this all for me puppy? dont worry just taking some nice pictures off this cunny mkay. such a good girl all nice and wet ready for my cum right?"

he was taking pictures? why? and why did you enjoy this so much. you were supposed to be crying, screaming something but nothing came out. you wanted to know what he would do to you. after he took the pictures he put his phone away and started to play with you clit, rubbing it, squizing it, pulling it. you wanted to moan so bad but you just held it in and whimpered. he let go of your legs and took of his pants, revealing his cock, it was long, thicc and you wanted it in your mouth.

"such a pretty cunt god can't want to breed you so bad yeah. gonna fuck you nice and hard okay"

he said stroking his cock. he took your legs and pulled them up, your ankles now on his strong shoulders. You could feel the tip of his dick against the entrance if your cunt. You looked at toji and it looked like he was starved animal that has not been fed for months, he was breathing heavy, his hair strands were falling loosely against his forehead and his eyes had a dark red colour to them now. One of his hands were now on your cheeks, he bend over and kissed you, gently, softly, passionatly, an unexpected action from him. suddenly just then he shoved his whole dick inside you without warning, an action that caused you to scream in the kiss. when he broke the kiss he smiled, sadistically, cruelly. he started thrusting in and out of you in an unrelenting pace. the pleasure was building up fast, too fast.

"w..wait please s...sloww downnn pleasee!"

He didn't hear you instead he kept going. One of his hands were now on your tits, pulling at your nipples. You never though you could moan so loud, but here you were, drooling and moaning like you were a bitch in heat.

"dont worry puppy your gonna full of my cum soon okay? gonna fuck you all night long okay?

He said in a tone as if he was talking to a child, and you loved it. the pleasure was welling up fast, his cock was hitting your g-spot over and over again in a unhumanly pace. you mind was slowly slipping, the only thing in your head was him. his cock, his cum, his body, him and only him. you could feel yourself getting close, you knew that once you came your body would be his. And that didn't seem too bad.

"master m..may i..cum please please pretty pleasee"

you cried out hoping he would let you.

"awww is my baby dumb already. is this what you wanted puppy? to be bred like a slut? dont worry im gonna breed you now okay? you will look sooo good swollen with my child. go ahead cum"

with the combination of his sinful words and his cock you let out a scream, cumming harder than you ever did in your whole life. your mind was blank, not able to or wanting to procces anything that the immense pleasure he was giving you.

That led you to were you are now. It had been 4 weeks since the bookstore incident and since then toji made you quit your job. you moved in his appartment, the only job you had was being toji's personal sex slave. when you 2 found out you were pregnant you wanted to cry. you were going to give birth to a child of a man twice your age at only 21. Toji on the other hand was the happiest man on the world, and he wasn't planning on stopping with just one child.

Here you were now 3 and a half weeks pregnant and toji was getting turned on everyday from seeing your baby bump. he was laying on the bed while you were bouncing up and down his huge cock. once you were a smart libarian now you have been reduced to his personal cum dump. And you loved it. You could't wait to have his second or third or even fourth child.

A/N: I dont know how to end shi like this AFAAGAGAAGGA. Here is your toji smut i promised bitchess. Sorrg if i seemed inactive but i was just procrastinating alott. Also THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR ALL THE REBLOGS AND LIKES ILY GUYS.

[problematicfactive]

Fruit Salad is a new discord server. They are a fun. Welcoming community. Too bad they're actually not accepting of anyone they don't agree with and believe trying to come to an understanding is "unproductive"

If anyone is able to provide image IDs, that would be amazing, I'm physically incapable at the moment

The first red flag was their rules saying something along the lines of "be respectful to sources, of a source is problematic, report it in a ticket" surely that will go well.

Our host clued into it, and immediately opened a ticket to ask what that meant. of course they claimed they knew Introjects don't choose their source BUT problematic introjects have to source separate.

Fellas, is it appropriate to claim that any introject, problematic or not is "parading" their source by simply. Existing?

Now I will admit. When we were asked "what we were trying to do" we assumed they meant "why are we having this conversation" and did our best to explain that. However, looking back, this may not have been the question they wanted an answer to. The question feels too vague to answer, and we did our best. It also seemed like they were just trying to change the topic of conversation because they didn't want to be face with the fact that they were wrong and we had a good point.

Again, I don't understand what they want to know when they say "what is your end goal" my end goal is to know what's okay so I can know if I'm safe in this community.

To be as insensitive as to make a joke about using a discord bot being torturous when I had just been talking about abuse of individuals is what told me I wasn't safe. Someone after that when said "LMAO" which I skipped over to make the whole conversation fit better

And this is actually a problem I've been having for a while so I have something that people need to get through their heads and we need to help people to understand

No one has to disclose a SINGLE BIT of information about their system to ANYONE. If a mod is trying to coax the information out of you or shaming you for not giving it, you need to call them out for being innapropriate because asking these questions and using your position to ask these questions or shame for not answering is a absolutely innapropriate

Now I have explained this before, but I will explain this again and probably 100 more times. When my system found out who my source was, I was abused. at the same time, I was forced to undergo name changes and identify under different faces. It was a terrible and isolating experience and absolutely a part of the abuse I endured. And while another system can easily say "okay, whatever, Ted can be Dan in this server" we can't. Because I can't. Because of the abuse I endured I can't lie about who I am it is torturous to me. It leaves me unhappy. It leaves me feeling sick. I don't deserve to be exposed to old abuse I endured because you relate source separation to keeping your old name.

Guess what, a name is a word someone calls to get your attention.

And a pic of you is what you look like

And neither of these things have anything to do with what i support or enjoy

Stop acting like my worth is based on my source and start acting like it's based on what I do for my system. People who show up to the hypocrite competition go home when they see people like you (directed at people like this not any reader) because you're the all time champion and that's not something to be proud of. Don't run system friendly spaces if you think source connection comes from how much like you your pfp looks

[zedortoo]

Pizza Autism: the novella

Pizza Tower autism and/or ADHD headcanons go go go!!!!

warning there is. So much under the cut. I go off about everyone's tism

Peppino:

-Middle aged man autism. Ohh my god this guy is so autism we're starting off strong

-Most of his stims are physical and are probably. Not the most healthy (biting, banging wrists together, hair pulling etc)

-He has arfid frfr! Despite being a chef he's very careful about what he eats, however most italian foods are safe foods for him.

-Struggle showing empathy, even if he feels it. Yall saw how he reacted to Gerome mourning John he was out of his depth 😭

Gustavo:

-gnome autism.

-poor dude can't understand sarcasm to save his life. Also really bad at comprehending deeper meanings and stuff... Honestly me too Gustavo. Me too.

-actually gets overstimulated really easily. he grew up in a place similar to the gnome forest in the tower, where the air was always somewhat humid. If there's a dehumidifier running anywhere he can practically sense it and will immediately get upset bc he is too dry 💔

-His stims are mainly vocal (i.e. "I'm going to kill you") but he also likes to bounce on the balls of his feet and rock back and forth!

Mr Stick:

-French autism

-Hes not actually a huge asshole all the time, SURE he can be blunt and come off as rude but most of the time the mean persona is a mask. His really close friends know he's just a weird dude

-(stole this idea from Olympe) He is a routine lover!! Has his entire day planned out as soon as he wakes up. If you get in the way of his routine you will be turned into an ambiguous ball of meat. He was SOOOO pissed off when he got stuck in the tower bc it's wasn't in his routine so he robbed the whole damn place out of malice

-Innapropriate reactions to sensetive situations. If he had to comfort someone it would be Joever for him.

-Represses most stims because he thinks he's embarrassing. When in private though he'll spend ages examining textures and smelling paper (I do this all the time it's so fun). Occasionally when he's tired or comfortable he'll let out a high pitched squeak that noone can believe came from that middle aged man.

-I could go on with more. I love talking about this cunt.

Pepperman:

-Capsicum autism.

-Also has inappropriate reactions to things. Has no vocal control either half of the time he doesn't realize he's yelling

-Has a habit of chewing on/wanting to taste everything. Ate several wardrobes worth of Polly pocket clothes as a kid probs. Has to physically stop himself from giving his art supplies a taste. Occasionally eats an eraser still.

-If someone reorganizes his shit they WILL be killed this dude knows exactly where everything he needs is he has his own fucked up system

-Mainly uses stim toys. Has a collection of high end custom made ones but is too afraid of wearing them out so he chews on a toy dog bone instead and it's mangled to BITS

Vigilante:

-Cheese autism.

-This dude has know idea what autism actually is. He knows he's different compared to a lot of people, but he's never had the right word for it.

-Strong sense of justice. If something is wrong he WILL set it right. He got super upset when he realized Peppino wasn't actually an outlaw and he had tried to kill an innocent dude

-HATES HATES HATES processed foods. says he can taste the chemicals.

-Doesnt really stim in public. He'll tap his boot or spin the barrel of his gun if he gets really overstimulated but he much prefers to just pet some of his farm animals until he feels better

Noise:

-Rat autism!!

-This dude constantly needs to be overstimulated he loves it. If things are too quiet he gets super upset and starts bouncing off the walls and shit

-HATES the texture of carbonated drinks but forces himself to drink them because the flavour is worth it.

-Hes has like, three masks on at all times. There's the feral showbiz fella we all know and love, then beneath that is a more controlled businessman type, and beneath THAT is another, slightly less feral rat man.

-goes semi verbal sometimes. Everything just gets tangled up in his mind and he can't spit out the words he wants. He hates it when this happens during a show.

Noisette:

-Bunny autism!!!

-classic weirdgirl type. Would totally read warrior cats and roleplay as a cat on the playground as a kid.

-Also really bad with understanding emotions. You have to tell her specifically if she's upset you or something otherwise she just will not realize.

-makes a lot of vocal stims. Mainly just little beeps and stuff (I like to think she'd make that one jerma substitute teacher noise. Does anyone know what I'm talking about) Also loves to rock back and forth!!

-Has texture issues. She personally disposed of all the Sherpa fleece in the tower.

Fake peppino:

-autism supreme.

-like fr this dude is just the embodiment of autism. it eats vaccines to get more autistic/j

-cant understand when it's making someone upset. Actually, similar to Noisette, is bad at perceiving negative emotions overall.

-mirrors a lot. I mean that's like an integral part of their character. They mainly take after Peppino but will start acting like someone if he's around them long enough.

-melts into a puddle when overstimulated. Honestly? I wish I could do that too.

-Mainly mirrors stims from friends. It freaked everyone out when they started repeating Gustavo's catchphrase.

Pizzahead:

-PIZZA AUTISM!!!

-horrible moral compass this dude will do anything she wants and genuinely won't see what's wrong with it. Case in point the whole of pizza tower

-used to mask her true silly self a lot to be considered more 'normal' but decided normal ppl were boring as hell and dropped the charade

-arfid haver!! Loves pastries and breads and stuff, basically refuses to eat anything else. Has a personal vendetta against cantaloupe and has vowed to destroy it all bc he hates it soooo much

-taps his foot as a stim!! Also likes to jump around and the like, will rapidly shake their fists if incredibly excited

Gerome:

-Rock autism

-This guy loves his own company. Sure, he'll happily be social, but drops the mask as soon as he's alone. Just likes to be alone!

-Also not big on touch. The only person who's allowed to lay a finger on him is John, if anyone else just like. pats him on the back he will freeze up.

-loves being a janitor because the job is mostly repetitive. He cleans each floor in his own order, he has it all sorted out!

-loves bath bombs and stuff. Really likes the smells and just the fizz and the way they crumble in his fingers. Sometimes he'll just throw one in the sink and watch it for ages

-makes this weird clicking noise in the back of his throat as a stim. It's a rather unsettling noise but it's really the only way he stims in public. When alone he likes to feel textures of different things

John:

-hivemind autism!

-I feel bad for this dude man imagine having your being spread out through several different pocket dimensions and all of them have different textures and shot this poor bugger must've been overstimulated for years

-very blunt. Says what he wants with no remorse. Also doesn't have any volume control so often doesn't realize he's yelling

-I imagine when he was resurrected and was no longer a hivemind he had to take a long time alone just being himself. Duuuude imagine having to mask for YEARS because you were never ever alone I would lose my fucking marbles

-opposite of his brother, he doesn't understand personal space. Will often accidentally get I'm ppls faces because he doesn't realize how close he is to them. This also makes him somewhat clumsy and he has a habit of running into things

-Mainly has facial/expression stims. Will pull a big ol' grimace if something goes wrong and grin like an idiot when happy (see: when he got revived)

[xamaxenta]

SPRAYS BLOOD EVERYWHERE GIRL MAS AGAIN I CANT HANDLE IT........... IM THINKING ABOUT THE COWGIRL/CHEERLEADER AU AGAIN BECAUSE ALWAYS THINKING ABOUT HUUUUGE JUGS MILFY MARCO. SHE WEARS A BUTTON UP AND JEANS AND HER ARMS HAVE NO BUSINESS BEING THAT MUSCULAR, HOW DOES HER ASS LOOK SO GOOD SHE ONKLY EVER WEARS COWBOY BOOTS OR SANDALS. LONG DARK BLONDE HAIR STARTING TO GET THOSE SHINY SILVER THREADS IN IT... FADED SAILOR TATTOOS ON HER BICEPS.... HER NEAT AND WELL KEPT HANDS . SWEAT IS POURING DOWN MY FOREHEAD

also sabo debate team princess star cheerleader with the blondest hair and bluest eyes and pinkest lips, shes all willowy and lean but with the sultriest hips and she Knows It, she chews and pops bubblegum because she KNOWWWSSS it makes people stare. sabo gets anything she wants free drinks free real estate people will risk it all for her and she will take it all , turn around and go ace!!!!! look what i found :3

ace is like a gother version of the Cookie Monster Pajama Pants Girl. shes SMOKIN hot , GREAT rack FAT ass NO bras she does NOT give a shit. she wears a lot of casual skater clothes but she also wears some of the most obscene sexy goth gear imaginable. shes only a cheerleader because sabo is too and they had to ban her from any contact sports because she kept breaking people

maybe this is a college au idk im a degen and Need to have young bunnies acesabo scrambling over milf marco maybe she runs the equestrian team idfk . but my god acesabo. theyre THE hottest couple on campus like they are everyones lesbian wet dream and they absolutely know it and use this to get away with some of the worst innapropriate pda imaginable. sabo sitting casually in outside eating area in her cute mean girls esque little outfit when ace struts up in her tiny black and red plaid miniskirt and torn stockings and knee high boots with so many stupid buckles and the CHOKER, a fat studded leather one , ace just plops herself right down in sabos lap straddling her and sabo shamelessly slides her hands right up the back of aces thighs and grabs her ass, you can TOTALLY tell ace isnt wearing panties. theyre that couple basically frenching in public and theyre so gross but also everyone is too turned on to force them to stop . people try to join "ahaha looking for a third?" "plenty of this to go around if you wanna share 😏" and they are knowm for just the most BRUTAL, NO MERCY turn downs. they do it just because they love the attention and love playing hard to get, and then they love MARCO because their antics DONT WORK ON HER???? impossible. quickly ace we must make out harder.

ive never been into ponyplay in my life but imagining marco putting those metal mouth bridles on acebo and tugging them around like that in her cowgirl getup, acebo with matching red marks on both asscheeks peeking out from under their skirts from marcos flogger........ i need to lay down before i bleed out

As always a fucking banger i have no notes this is all i wouldve wanted to say

I fucking love hyper femme Sabo and her goth gamer gf Ace and how slutty and wanton they are for Miss Marco thee Stallion 😭❤️

[thejesterconcept]

Alright, this is basically me paraphrasing a tiktok made by TikTok user melodieospan, about an issue in Kazakhstan. Please look her up on TikTok and watch her videos on this. For those who do not know; on November 9th, of 2023, the ex-minister of economy of Kazakhstan, Quandyq Beshimbayev, murdered his wife., Saltanat Nukenova, in a restaurant.

Over the past month or so, he had been undergoing a court case, which, so far, can only be described as a fat joke.

All of the screwed up and graphic details of this case, murder, and trial that I know of as of now will be talked about here, so if you can be sensitive to murder stuff, please do look it up elsewhere to find a less graphic discussion. TikTok user melodieospan has some. But I do ask you look into this, it is a problem.

For those of you still here, great. Here we go, prepare yourself.

He had beat his wife, Saltanat, for 8 hours straight, Beshimbayev covered her alive, wheezing body with a blanket, then went back to eating his food like nothing had happened, and he didn't do something so awful.

No ambulance was called. He just ate in the same room as his dying wife. His brother showed up. ALSO did nothing. Except for trying to help Beshimbayev cover up the whole thing.

They took her phone, and drove it around the city for hours, so that no one could look for her.

Saltanat tried leaving her husband multiple times, but always came back, and, according to various sources, Beshimbayev forced her to make a innapropriate video with him, and he used it as blackmail.

All of this has been proved, so it makes you wonder, 'why has there been no punishment yet?'.

That isn't exactly how Kazakhstan works. In order for a murderer to be found guilty of the murder he commited, it also has to be proved that the victim did not DESERVE it.

In this court case, for some reason, they have been discussing every single possible reason for why she deserved to die, like she might've been an alcoholic, she might've been mentally unstable, and Quandyq Beshimbayev is somehow allowed to go off for HOURS on how terrible of a wife she was, and 'oh, how she would raise her hands at him'.

Which, okay. But if she did that, why is she the dead one? And the brother of Saltanat, Aitbek Amangeldy, has been treated so disgustingly by the court.

Just, imagine this:

Losing your sister, one of the people you love the most in the whole entire world, in such a truly terrible way, and then having to stand in front of all these people, who ask such stupid questions, such as;

'What was your sister's preference with her relationships with men?'

'Did she like to dominate them, or did she like when they dominated her?'.

And this man who is grieving cannot show any emotion while answering these questions . Every time he answers with emotion in it, he is reprimanded by the judge, being told that he might just be found guilty for his disrespect to the court.

Aitbek Amangeldy, the brother to the victim, is being treat as if he were the murderer, while the murderer himself is not taking this seriously, because he is laughing and smiling, and passing notes.

It has been five months, Beshimbayev has been proved to be the murderer, and is still referred to as the 'subject', and there has not been a sentence in over five months.

This is sickening, but there are things people can do to help change the Justice system in Kazakhstan, even if you are not a Kazakhstani citizen.

-Raise Awareness in the International community

Even something as simple as interacting with this post, or anything else out there about this case. Writing comments in ANY and ALL languages, reposting, anything. Talk

-Support Domestic Violence Protection services everywhere you can

Anything you can do to support charities and services that help prevent or stop domestic violence, especially towards women, but just in general as well. A threat to justice anywhere is a threat everywhere.

[12thhouse-sun]

✨Gale Dekarios x Poppy Lyons Fic Masterlist✨

you're at the top of my lungs (Main BG3 Storyline with my Tav Poppy Lyons.

Gale is captured by mindflayers and has a tadpole in his brain. He’s far away from his tower and Tara, and he has the orb to consider. Things couldn’t get any worse.

That is, until his ex-best friend pulls him out of the malfunctioning portal. He had made a grave mistake and she had made it obvious the last time they saw each other that she didn’t consider him a friend anymore—but ten years is a long time and feelings can change.

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A story about the reunion of two old friends, forgiveness, self-worth, and falling in love despite horrible circumstances, from Gale’s POV.

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fine art (Emotional Smut one shot, the genre of "Gale is busy and Tav tries to capture his attention is one of my faves)

“I am so glad you appreciate my oblation.” She moves her hands down his chest and grasps his hips, pulling him against her.

He lets out a small moan, “Your oblation you say? I’ve never known you to be particularly religious. For Sune?”

“No, for you,” she grabs his cock through his trousers in emphasis. “I can think of no one more deserving of my perpetual, loving gaze.”

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Gale is distracted by the end of semester rush, and so Poppy decides to surprise him with a gift.

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three's a party (Filthy smut, come and get your smut. Two chapters, two different threesomes, we love innapropriate uses of the Simulacrum spell <3)

Chapter 1:

“We’ll start whenever you’re ready, my love. We are at your command.”

The other Gale takes her hand and kisses her knuckles, a hungry look in his eye.

Poppy takes a deep breath and considers how she wants to begin before responding, “I want you both to touch me. Now, please.” ~Poppy asked for another Gale in the bedroom, and Gale provides. ;)~

Chapter 2:

The Poppy on his left speaks up, “Well we know how much you love to bring me, us, pleasure and thought that you might enjoy twice as much Poppy beneath your hands, in your ears…” Her words fall off as she begins kissing the sensitive skin just under his ear, her hand on his thigh now slowly massaging his leg up and down.

~aaaand Gale gets his and by his I mean two Tavs for the price of one Simulacrum spell <3~

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DARE (First of hopefully many prequel one-shots of Gale and Poppy before their friendship fell apart.)

“Stop avoiding my question, why are you here? Not that I’m not happy to see you,” he inserts quickly. “But I can get in trouble if you’re found in here.”

“That’s rich coming from the guy who stole The literal Blackstaff just to show off.”

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A vignette of Gale and Poppy in their school years: Poppy takes on a challenge and Gale is unknowingly part of her plan.

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you came back with gravity

On one Waterdhavian spring day a chance encounter brings two old friends back together for the first time in almost ten years. Gale Dekarios is the last person Poppy wants to see but when confronted with his affliction, Poppy is forced to make a decision that will define both of them for the rest of their lives.

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A Canon-Divergent AU where Gale still has the orb but the events of BG3 don’t happen.

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Axioms of heavenly bodies; an intimate analysis of systems unknown and the pleasures contained therein (smutty Gale x Poppy oneshot)

“Forgive me, I am merely familiarizing myself with my most remarkable discovery to date. Surely you’ll understand I must commit a not insignificant amount of time into admiring you, enjoying you. Taking note of every lovely bit of you–my yield thus far is 100% by the way,” he ends with a wink.

She scoffs at his bad joke but she’s still smiling that ever-brilliant smile. “With your already busy schedule? How ever will you find the time?”

“I would quit my job and spend the entirety of my days obsessing over you,” he declares easily.

She laughs, “You like the stars too much, you couldn’t give them up for long.”

“On the contrary, as I would have this heavenly body to become my muse,” he breathes, roving his hands over her sides.

- Professor Gale Dekarios finally has Poppy over for dinner after dating for a few weeks, but he's fallen harder for her than he could have possibly anticipated.

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my body's a zombie for you (cute Gale x Poppy hurt comfort, halloween) “Everything alright?”

Her voice cuts over the movie and Gale’s head shoots around to look at her, finding her eyes alight with worry.

“Ah,” he starts, wanting to find the right words. She had expressed how much she loves this movie, and he wants to finish it, but if the rest of the movie is like this…no. He must hold strong. “Everything’s fine, do not worry my love. It’s quite good, that scene just took me by surprise.” A half-lie, but he hopes she believes him. He doesn’t want to disappoint her; he will push through this for her.

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Gale tries to watch 31 days of horror movies with Poppy and quickly finds that he doesn't like a particular trope.

[cotton-could]

The cherry picking in the Demon slayer fandom is so painful and stupid to watch and its baffling that out of all the characters, it's only Zenitsu who gets hate and demonized.

"He's jealous and always act like a jerk to the men who interacts with Nezuko" So does Obanai, and his behaviour towards Mitsuri is WAY worse than Zenitsu's because it's a grown man being a jerk (and even use violence) on a child just because said child is friendly with Mitsuri but nobody thinks Obanai is a freak nor demonize him to an obsessive yandere like many people do with Zenitsu

"Zenitsu acts innapropriate around women" Sure, he doesn't respect their personal spaces but reduce him and even call him a 🍇ist is too far and really disgusting. He had plenty of chances to touch their boobs, butts and other parts but never acted upon the lust people claim him to have. People see a man being expressive to his crush and stupid people will say that he's forcing himself or that he's touching his crush in an innapropriate way (he only held the hand). And I love how those same people who criticize Zenitsu for not acting well aroind women are the same people who simp and adore Tengen despite the fact that this grown adult spanked a girl's butt, almost kidnapped little girls and threw one of them of the roofs without apologizing to them nor receiving punishment (and unlike him, Zenitsu was always punished for his actions)

"He's loud and annoying" Inosuke is extremely annoying and very loud but nobody says anything (personally I find Inosuke more unbearable than Zenitsu) 💀 and he also hasn't changed much personality wise yet people always recognise his development. Zenitsu may have not changed much personality wise but did make huge steps such as stopping being afraid but people will ignore that.

"He's a freak" I know the people who say that shouldn't be talking when they draw and write disgusting stuff about their favourite characters (even worse if said characters are minors) 😭 At least Zenitsu wouldn't objectify nor sexualize people the way those disgusting freaks do

[dunetevenn]

SELFSHIP COLLAB ARE OPEN!! (2 slots aviable)

Proship DNI

Hi everyone!! Now that I have less WiPs, I can start working on more stuff :D So, I decided to share some more infos about this collab!!

You can read the concept in the screenshot ^^

I'm opening 3 slots for now, but if I get good experiences I might open them again ^-^

Here's a little QnA that nobody asked for, but can be useful:

-Can platonic/familial F/Os participate?

Of course!! I mostly have romantic F/Os, but I have a few sons and friends I can use :3 (the adopted children are listed, but not the friends, you can ask me directly if you wish to know). The settings doesn't have to be romantic, it can be anything as long as it's not innapropriate!! Even fanmade family members of my F/Os are accepted (like if you created a sibling for Donny for example and would like to use it) ^^

-Can I participate if I'm under 18?

Even though the collabs will be SFW, I would be more comfortable working with people over 18, so no.

-Can we do a collab with a F/O we're sharing?

That's a bit complicated: I am not super comfortable sharing, but also I'm not against the idea of a collab about a poly dynamic (as long as it doesn't contain any rivality, I don't want to draw my S/I fighting with someone else's over a shared F/O), so I'd say it depends (I'm quite jealous and protective over my f/os but I'm trying to be better). Can be fine if my romantic F/O is your platonic F/O tho :3

-Do we have a deadline?

I'd say 3 monthes? I can be really slow depending on the style I'm using, so I really don't want to force others to rush their part!! Plus technical difficulties (that I'm sure will happen, knowing my luck lol) can happen, so really the 3 monthes "deadline" can be extented ^^ We just can't share our parts publicly as long as the final piece isn't finished.

-Are non-human couples okay?

Of course :3 I mostly have human F/Os but that doesn't stop anything !!

-My F/O comes from a controversial media, can I still participate?

If it's controversial just because of the creator, then I don't care, you can participate!! As long as your ship isn't problematic, it's fine for me.

-What about evil or slasher F/Os?

Those are perfectly fine. I do not count them as problematic as long as it's not a fetishized abusive relationship. Please read the rules about this.

Rules:

•Be nice and patient !! This is my first time opening collabs, and I sometimes have troubles with communications, but I'll do my best

•No NSFW/suggestive content!! I'd accept that in art trades and commissions but not here. No gore or violence too.

•Communication is needed. We're probably gonna have to talk a good while to be sure of what we want to do, so don't let me without answers for a week!! And same for me, I'll do my best to contact you whenever it's needed as quickly as I can!! Also WiP sharing's important too

•No proship content. I won't work with a zoo/abusive/incestuous/pedo ship (even if it's with an aged-up character). Note that if I don't know a character you want to use, I will make researches about it to make sure it's not an aged-up kid or anything else from the list.

If you are proship, I won't accept your participation and I am kindly asking you to please not interact with my content. I'm very uncomfortable about this. Same if you're shipping yourself with a real person. Don't do that.

And if I accidentally accept a collab like that (mistakes can happen if I fail my researches), I will delete the art and block the person I collaborated with.

HOWEVER, as stated before, evil F/Os (slasher characters, characters like Sephiroth or characters like Arktos) are not counted on this list and therefore are accepted

•It's not "first arrived first served", I have a right to refuse a collab. You too btw: I'd recommend checking my f/o list beforehand so you can tell me in advance if there's a f/o you're not comfortable seeing in a collab, I'll just pick an other one ^^

Okay, that's all I can think about for the infos, if you have any other question that I didn't included in the list, you can ask it in the comments or directly in private ^^ !! Hope some people will be interrested !!

[almacambiondaughterofsaleos]

A dysfunctional family enter hell and they forced to live in happy hotel. The father is a cheater the mother is self center woman who flaunt her wealth the son who is lazy act he better than everyone and the daughter who is the same as the son but just more subtle and more academically intelligent at showing it. So the family live wealthy and being arrogant they bullied their other relative who is struggling financially. Now that they're in hell they don't have money. The family is prideful claim they don't need help. Charlie who is all about choice look at other sinner. The father soon regret that decision his wife yelling at him and the his children arguing. The father is forced to work at labour to earn money. The wife refused to work at all still at her prideful mental state. the son is lazy while the daughter look for a job. Unfortunately the daughter didn't get anything. The daughter and the wife can't believe how often they get called bitch slut whore different female gender slur. The father did something crazy he borrow money from loan shark, when he don't have money to paid. the loan shark wait when the princess is gone the family is tortured by them. They even suggest the wife and husband should sell their body since they both have pretty face. One of them forcibly take every teeth and every organ from each family member. The loan shark is finished the family is back to their original state pretty quicky. The family arguing blame each other threaten to kill and go on with their threat. They can kill each other as much as they want but they can't never die. Charlie is suprised seeing them be really civil she use to them having argument nonstop

Charlie is really happy with sir pentious progress she praise his intelligent his dedication his dilligent and his skill. The family competing with sir pentious to show they are better than him. The father show up his cooking skill the daughter show her intelligent the son show he can be dilligent and then the mother she can be more than just pretty face. Angel dust insulted the mother saying he is much more pretty than her this livid her. husk underestimating the father cooking that fuel him. Niffty willing to bet the son will be lost she was right but the son is not willing to take it just like that. The daughter want to compete with pentious

Charlie suprised seeing all this competition was too stunt to speak. She appreciate all their hardwork but thats not necesarrly what gonna get them to redeem themselve. The father got so defensive saying his family worthy of redemption after all the suffering they went through. The father suppose to keep that part a secret. Charlie confused the father told the truth he was being tortured non stop by loan shark, the loan shark told him he was only worthy being a whore. If he get sexually harassed and assaulted he should take it after all his a cheater. The father snap at charlie he claim charlie is there to mock him and his family. All that suffering he went through in hell is part of her plan. Charlie just stood there in silence. She respond they free to stay or leave the hotel then she ask are they ok? The father crying she should not pretend caring about them. The mother breakdown the moment they die all their relative hated them so no one come to visit, even the nurse who took care of them talking shit behind their back when they really sick

All of the family member while they are in hell got sexually harassed almost got rape too. The father whether on his underwear or fully clothes get touch innapropriately. Naamah who is one of ruler of lust ring telling him he deserved to get raped as his punishment with that every hellborn calling him a whore. Naamah also telling him when he was offer to be a whore he should accepted or to be sugar baby for her other sister agrat and eisheth. He was offended then naamah slap him. She reminded him

Naamah : Remember i'm the beautiful loving queen and sweet aunt while you're a useless good for nothing cheater

The look on princess of hell is surprised him the most. Charlie let them stay at hotel for as long as they want and she make sure they really safe. The family went from dysfunctional to functional they also bonded with other staff. Angel dust relate to their experience and husk telling them sure they are shitty but they can be less shitty and being the good shit. Vaggie tell them what their experience is valid and sir pentious really liked competing with them. so the family have fresh start in hell

Nice.

[slashingdisneypasta]

Wheezy Weasel x Fem!Reader x Greasy Weasel || Oneshot

Plot: Inspired by 'Bro Code' by Brantley Gilbert. Reader and Greasy have been growing apart; He's rarely around to spend time with you, which is leaving you to spend a lot more time, alone, with Wheezy, and... feelings start to develop... Wheezy decides to do the respectful thing and warn Greasy about it.

Better show that girl a good time If you don't, it's gon' be goodbye And if you take it for granted You hand her to another man It's a matter of time, bro

It's a matter of time

Now, I know it ain't my business But I gotta insist that if this was somebody else Your deal is already finished because Bro code goes out the window Just be glad it's me lettin' you know, bro

Warnings: Me writing serious romance stuffs for toon gangster weasels. ... Love triangle? XD I'd say its handled pretty well though

"Hey Wheezy!"

"Hey- " You plop down on the couch with him suddenly; Your head in his lap. It honestly surprises him for a moment, the affection - though not unwelcome, - having come out of nowhere and could be interpreted as innapropriate, by some people... considering who you really belonged too around here. "Y/N... "

Giving a little, teasing smile, you dont address the elephant in the room- deciding to rather just move on, fiddling with your fingers above your stomach. "What are you up to, tonight?"

"Smokin'... " Obviously. "Was gonna watch some TV, too. Nothing much- nothing exciting, anyway. What are you doing? Wasn't Greasy taking you out somewhere, tonight?"

At this, the mention of your boyfriend, the bright light flickers out of your pretty eyes a little bit. You look away from his face, a frown tugging at your lips. Wheezy frowns, too, the three cigerettes he was puffing away on held away from his face between two fingers; This can't be good. "Oh! We were... " Your voice is polite, almost cheerful still in a totally fake, forced kind of way. "But, um... I guess we got our signals crossed, or something. I thought I was supposed to meet him here now, but Smarty says Greasy's out doing something for him tonight, so... " Giving little shrug, you force the sadness out of your eyes and take a deep breath. Wheezy's frown only worsens, though. That explains why you look so nice... well, nicer then usual. That seems to be happening damn often, recently, too. "I'm free, now! Was hopin' you might be willing to share your evening, with me?"

... There's a cheeky glint in your eyes that Wheezy can't help grinning back at, shaking his head. "Yeah, sure. Whatcha wanna watch?"

"Oh!" You hop up off his lap and into a sitting position, crossing your legs and picking up the remote- focused on the TV. "I have the best movie in mind. I think its started already, but not too long ago so we should be fine. You'll love it! Promise."

~

"This is the dumbest fucking movie I have ever seen Y/N- " Wheezy's saying, much to your dismay even though you grin- his frustration a source of amusement, to you. He's cute, you decide; His words are biting, but the expression on his face is soft, and relaxed. You like it. You like him- he's a good friend!

"No way!-" Giggling, you shake your head at him.

"Dont you show this to the boss, he'll blow a gasket. Is this supposed to be gang representation? Hell- "

"Its the best kind of gang representation!" You reply, not looking at him as he turns to give you most incredulous look possible. "... makes you guys look so dumb- fella's watchin'll think they can outsmart you and be so much easier to deal with, don'tcha think?"

"Pfft," Wheezy rolls his eyes, but he's grinning; Theres something cute about your theory, there. He's gotta admit. "We gotta deal with enough idiots, don't you be pushing any more on us."

"Hmm," Humming, you lean back into the cushions behind you; Eyes glued to the screen as some 'gangsters' play a game of poker. "Plus, they're all gorgeous... would you say that's misrepresentation, too?"

He scoffs again, shaking his head. "Depends on the gang, doll."

As soon as that slips out of his mouth, he just about has a stroke and freezes to the spot as you just continues to watch the movie, like she didnt hear it. Hanging out with your pal's girl all alone is one thing, even sitting this close to her can be interpreted as a close friendship, but calling her doll?? Thats got to be breaking every damn rule there is about pal's and their ladies. Greasy would lose his damn mind if he heard that, and Wheezy wouldn't really be able to blame him.

Except... you didnt react at all to him using that name with you- for you. As well as the fact that you haven't been seeing much of Greasy, lately. At all. He hasn't been around. And not just for a week, no- you two have been missing eachother for months now, slowly drifting apart. Greasy used to stress out like the damn Queen was coming over to the apartment if he ever had to dissapoint you, the two of you used to be so attached to eachother all the time that it made everyone else sick (And really uncomfortable, at times), you used to hang out in Greasy's room if he wasn't around when he said he would be... But not anymore. For weeks now you've been spending your time with him - Wheezy, - , almost treating him like your boyfriend...

Like a stand-in. But that doesn't mean that when you're together you aren't treating him like him- that you're using him as a place holder for Greasy at all, no- its just... like...

Instead of Greasy getting to spend his nights with your legs in his lap- it's Wheezy. Instead of Greasy getting to make you laugh- it's Wheezy. Instead of Greasy making you smile... its Wheezy.

And he doesn't think he should really have to feel guilty for enjoying it, anymore.

It's time to give Greasy a warning, Wheezy decides as he relaxes back into the cushions to watch the rest of this dumb movie that you like.

If Greasy doesn't buck up, soon, then he's going to let you know that he's throwing his hat into the ring.

~

Greasy's eyes are narrowed after what Wheezy says, disbelief and betrayal written all over his face. "... what, amigo?" His voice is quiet but emotionless, giving Wheezy one chance to take it back, his proclamation. His absurd, ridiculous, traitorous proclamation. If he did, then all would be fine- he would forgive and forget it. You're beautiful, and wonderful... he cant blame the man for falling under your spell for a moment. But if he doesnt-

"You heard me Grease." Intimidation is one of Greasy's favourite tactics- Wheezy's close to him, so he knows that. Plus... you can't really be intimidated by a man after you've heard him singing in the shower. "... I'm just warning you. As it is I'm not gonna do a thing, not unless she makes a move on me, because you're my friend- but if you don't start putting in more of an effort again, stop standin' your girl up... you're gonna lose her. And it might be, to me."

"Hm. Brave, fumador, you're very brave... So, am I to believe you haven't don't anything behind my back?"

"Yes."

... Greasy nods. He believes him- of course he does. Like Wheezy said, they're friends. He knows when he's lying and when he's telling the earnest truth, and besides he trusts him.

... and also- Wheezy isn't the lying type. Never has been. Greasy has never really had to worry about that, with him.

So... that brings him to a different thought. Another issue. One that makes his heart restrict inside his chest. "So then... Y/N... she has been sad? Missing m- "

Wheezy rolls his eyes deeply and groans, his hands in his pockets so he doesnt smack Greasy. "Of course she's been fucken sad, you little freak. She loves you, moron. And you've been everywhere but with her- where you should be." Some 'ladies man', this one. Wheezy thinks. Doesn't even know when he's making the biggest damn mistake of his life.

Sure, it might be Wheezy's gain... this mistake of Greasy's... but he won't take it lightly. This is a fucked up situation they're in, and whoever ends up with her is going to have to live with knowing the other is having to live without.

Greasy's heart squeezes and squeezes... forcing him quiet as thoughts rush through his mind about how bad he feels and how he didn't realise this, his working more lately, would affect her badly... and how if he had then he would have never...

Ugh, he thinks. He wishes he could say he was doing it for more money, to buy her an engagement ring or something... but he was not. Dammit.

... thats a prety good idea actually. Maybe he can still do that-

"What the hell are you two morons doing in my kitchen?" Smartass suddenly appears in the doorway, catching both their attentions with his frustrated tone. Greasy opens his mouth to explain, but their boss is already on it. "What I tell you??? No snacks past 6.30! Dinner's in the damn oven- what do you want from me here?? Damn vultures. What- you can't wait 15 minutes?? Sheesh."

This time Wheezy opens his mouth to explain for them both, but also gets cut off as Smartass pulls on two oven mitts. "And Y/N's just got here. Go bother her for a while, wouldja?? Both of you. Out."

Barely a millisecond passes and Greasy is already out the door, leaving a Greasy-shaped dust cloud behind him as he races to find you. Wheezy takes another moment, sucking in a good long puff of tobacco, before strolling after him.

When he finds you, standing by the billards table with Psycho and Stupid, Greasy's already attached himself to you like a damn leach.

"-so sorry, mi vida... Lo siento, Y/N... All my apologies... I didn't realise that I had been gone so much... " He's trailing kisses all over you- your cheeks, your forehead, down your neck... Psycho scowls at you both, before covering his eyes. Wheezy wishes he could do the same without feeling like a fricken 12 year old. "I mean of course I noticed you were away from me... and I missed you but-... you know? Why don't we go and spend some time- alone?~ " Finally he pulls back, looking you in the eye, a flirtation smirk on his face. "I will be sure to thoroughly make it up to you for my mistakes. Prometo~ "

Giving a giggle at it, you allow yourself to fall right back into familiar patterns, with him; Tucking hair behind your ear and letting your hands fall to his arms as he holds you, and tilting your head to the side. "I don't know~ Why don't we?"

You're just glad he's back.

Wheezy watches Greasy's wolf-like smirk broaden, all sorts of - likely, - depraved shit going in his head, and lean into your ear. He whispers something you that has your eyes widening and your fingers tightening onto his suit.

... you look cute as hell, but Wheezy would rather not know what it was that had that affect on you. Or at least not until he can figure it out himself.

Then Greasy's disconnecting from you, pressing one final lasting kiss onto your cheek, before heading to his room. You would follow in a moment, absolutely, but you're just reeling for a moment from how he went from 0 to 100 all of a sudden.

... woof. You give a smile, shaking your head. Whatever it was, you aren't about to question it. When you notice Wheezy standing in the doorway, smoking to himself, you catch his gaze and give a bright grin. He's back, you mouth, pleased.

He nods, blowing smoke. Yep... "Sure is."

Approaching him, you hold your arms behind your back and stand just beside him; Watching the Psycho and Stupid play billiards while Wheezy watches you. "I wonder what knocked some sense into him?... or who???" You ask, twisting in place and carefully peering up at him.

Immediatly he looks away, taking a draw from a cigerette. "Oh- don't give me the credit. It was allll him."

Without really thinking, you throw your arms around Wheezy; Giving him what was supposed to be a quick, warm hug. Of thanks.

But then he wraps his arms around you too, and you pull back not far... just enough to look at eachother and for a split moment, with both your heads slightly at an angle and your breath on eachothers lips you stay there; Inches apart and hearts beating erratically inside chests.

Something changed in the few seconds you were hugging him. The way you looked at him all of a sudden was different, like- realisation. Then surprise.

Then horror.

Quickly you wipe the wide-eyed look off your face and cautiously let go of Wheezy, stepping back. Theres a heat in your cheeks betraying you. Wheezy- you think, an odd and terrifying mix of shock and something really lovely and warm swarming inside your chest. Tall, laid back, sexy, comfortable... Wheezy.

You must look at him for too long, because he reaches out to grab your hand. "Y/N? Are you- "

Quickly you yank your hand out of jis reagh, surprising him. "Um- I'm fine! Yeah, I just- Greasy. I gotta go to Greasy. So- um- yeah. Uh, bye!"

Then you flash a awkward smile, to comfort him and show everything is alright, then rush up the stairs to Greasy's room.