#it's a bit more annoying bc it's for public speaking

[jjkbambi]

boy next door luigi mangione x reader (18+)

summary!!! (((smut)))) your roommate luigi wants to help you get over your breakup.

warnings: long fic so we’re starting off with fluff, smutty and rough, blowjob, head pushing and hair-pulling and choking on it bc y/n is #real, p in this v fr, Tie, jealous-ish?, (is in the kitchen public?), he’s very talkative, daddy and his good girl <333

^^ unedited and im a procrastinator

you still haven’t gotten luigi the secret santa gift. with the end of december closing in, all the other $25-and-under gifts sit neatly wrapped beside the tabletop tree. by friendsmas standards, you’re embarrassingly late.

but it was hard!!! he spent most of his time tucked away in his room, the door always cracked just enough to remind you he wasn’t entirely gone. you’d catch glimpses of him hunched over his desk, surrounded by books and papers scrawled with notes you couldn’t begin to understand. he never started conversations, only speaking up to correct you or drop some fact that left you feeling both impressed and annoyed.

it was so desperate you tried the campus bookstore, staring helplessly at the rows of penn merch to no avail. he already seemed to own everything—hoodies, mugs, even a pennant on his door. a gift card felt impersonal, but anything else felt like a gamble.

“good morning,” you hum, stepping into his room. luigi’s snaps his head up, standing shirtless by his closet, scrambling to pull on a sweater. for someone who barely left the house, the sight of his six-pack catches you completely off guard.

“what do you want?” he asks, voice gruff.

you lean against his wall. “do you prefer american or chinese food?”

he huffs out a laugh before leaning onto his blackwood desk. “what, are you taking me out on a date?”

“no, no, no, your secret santa asked me to ask you.” you lie. “they also asked if you wear a size medium or large.”

“don’t worry, i can’t make it to movie night,” he says casually. your lips immediately drop into a frown. it was the annual tradition in the house—a night where all five roommates came together to watch a terrible holiday movie and exchange department store gifts. he couldn’t miss it. “i’ve got a mandatory frat event,” he adds with a shrug. “apparently, it’s not optional this time. i’m surprised your boyfriend didn’t tell you about it.”

you feel yourself dull at the mention of him. “we’re on a break.”

luigi raises an eyebrow. “a break, huh? didn’t see that one coming.” his tone is neutral, but there’s a flicker of something underneath. “what made it happen?”

you shrug, avoiding the conversation.

luigi’s expression softens, his gaze shifting to something a little more concerned. he takes a small step closer, his voice quieter now. “you okay?”

“yeah,” you weren’t, and it was overtly obvious. luigi stands over you, his tall frame leaning closer, his warmth wrapping around you like a quiet embrace. “i thought i heard you say you were done with all that fraternity nonsense,” you say, remembering the times he complained to your roommates about the tumultuous nights and endless responsibilities waiting for him at the phi kappa psi house. it’s strange to picture your boyfriend in that world now.

“you’re nosy,” he says.

“you specifically told my boyfriend it was a huge waste of money.”

“ex-boyfriend.”

“we’re on a break!” you emphasize, eyes narrowing. “plus, it sounds like you’re just trying to get out of secret santa.”

luigi leans in slightly, his voice lowering, teasing. “and it sounds like you’re getting me a gift card.”

you can’t help but laugh, the tension between you both shifting into something lighter, something that felt just a little too comfortable. “alright fine,” you say, accepting defeat. “secret’s out. what is it you want?”

he pauses, studying you for a moment, the faintest smirk curling at his lips. “what do i want?” he murmurs, his voice low, as if weighing the question. hesteps a bit closer, just enough to make the space between you feel charged. “i don’t know, what are you willing to give me?”

you flush under his gaze, unsure of what to make of this moment. you have a boyfriend—yet you’re ninety percent sure luigi is flirting with you, and about a hundred percent sure you’re liking it.

the warmth in your chest is both unsettling and familiar, a confusing mix of guilt and something else you can’t quite place. you try to shake it off, but the way he looks at you lingers in your thoughts, pulling at you in ways you didn’t expect.

he seems entertained by your befuddlement, his eyes lingering on yours in a way that makes you second-guess yourself. he looks away, breaking the moment with a soft chuckle, then turns to leave.

“i’ll see you,” he says, but it’s not casual. it’s something else, something that makes you wonder if he’s looking forward to seeing you again as much as you are him.

you bring yourself back to reality, forcing your mind to settle. you can’t flirt with him. it would upset the house dynamic, intrude on your peaceful living space—you cannot let that happen. you shouldn’t. you were on a break from your boyfriend, a small pause in something that still felt important. and soon enough, you’d be back together, just like you always were.

as much as his presence lingers in your thoughts, you remind yourself of the needed boundaries, the reasons why things can’t get blurred.

still, as you continue baking cookies, dodging glitter explosions, and downing soju bottles, his absence nags at you, a quiet reminder that you’re trying not to want something that might never be.

“you’re still awake.” luigi’s voice cuts through the quiet kitchen, startling you so much that you nearly drop the piece of ribbon you’re holding. you whirl around, clutching your chest, only to find him much closer than you’d expected—close enough that you have to tilt your head up to meet his gaze.

“sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” he says as you try to shake off the way your pulse seems to have kicked off into overdrive. “you’re not tired?”

“not yet.” you shake your head. “the party didn’t exhaust you?”

“it did.” he says, exhaling. “figured i’d check if i’m eating american or chinese tomorrow before i hit the hay.”

you pretend like you’re offended. “i’d never get you something so thoughtless.”

you grab a gray glittery gift bag and toss it his way. his teasing falters for a second, a flicker of surprise crossing his face. “a tie?”

“yeah, you’re always dressed fancy, going fancy places…” you say, brushing the glitter off your hands, suddenly feeling self-conscious. was it the wrong choice? did fancypants mcgee only wear silk imported from asia? “you don’t like it?”

“no,” he says quickly, the corners of his mouth lifting into a faint smile. “it’s sweet.”

you glance at him, unsure what to say, and his smirk softens into something else, something warmer. he steps closer, the space between you narrowing just enough to make your breath catch.

“guess i’ll have to step up my game,” he says, his voice low, almost thoughtful. “didn’t realize you were paying attention.”

you blink, caught off guard, scrambling to come up with something, but before you can, he leans back, breaking the tension with a chuckle. “looks like you could use some help.”

“you don’t have to.”

“i want to,” he replies, tossing the ribbon into the trash before grabbing the broom from the corner. “besides, i can’t have you using this tie to guilt-trip me later.”

“it’s weird having you be so nice to me,” you blurt out the words before you can realize the reprussions. his dark brown eyes glance up at you, eyebrows pinched together.

the regret is immediate. “i just mean we’ve never really talked before.”

luigi looks at you, his expression shifting slightly. “was that my choice or yours?”

you blink, caught off guard. you’d always assumed it was mutual. “well, that’s not really the point,” you say, trying to brush it off. “we’re friends now, right?”

his dark eyes shift away from yours for a moment, but only to return with even more intensity, holding you in place, freezing you in the moment. your heart stutters in your chest. “i was never interested in being your friend.”

“oh.” the word feels hollow as it leaves your mouth, and you instantly feel your face go pale. you scramble for something to say, anything to make the moment feel less heavy, but the silence hangs between you, thick and unrelenting.

“that’s not what i meant—“

“it’s fine of course, you don’t have to—”

“no.”

he shakes his head and runs up to you, closing the moment of confusion with an abrupt force—his mouth is on yours, tongue slipping past your lips and sliding into you.

whether it was the warmth of the kiss, his big hands groping your body, or the fact that this was just all so irredeemably wrong—you didn’t know—but the rush you got from being with him left you dizzy and dazed and desperate.

luigi laughs into your kiss. “you’re so fuckin’ eager.”

you should be reasonable. you shouldn’t be doing this, this is a mistake. “sorry, i—”

“no, don’t be sorry,” he says, smiling into another sloppy kiss. it felt so tender, so loving, when he takes you into your arms. reason flies out the window. “i want you, too.”

“luigi,” you whimper into his lips, not recognizing the desperation in your voice.

“i’ll give it to you baby, don’t worry,” he hums.

your fingers rush to unbutton your top, half-way done before luigi realizes what you’re doing and he grabs you. “keep your clothes on. i don’t need you naked to make you cum.”

he’s so strong and forward and unlike anything you’ve ever had before. in one swift motion, he turns you over, pressed against the kitchen counter as he slides his warm hand down your silk shorts and cradles your tit with the other.

“you put these on for me, didn’t you?” he tugs your lace panties, pressing them against your hot cunt. your back arches at the sensation and you feel his cock hard underneath his jeans.

“luigi.” you whimper, barely breathing.

“admit it,” he says, in between licking and kissing and biting the nape of your neck, sure to leave marks. “you wore these for me, didn’t you? wanted me to take your mind off that fuckin’ asshole, hm? wanted me to take care of you?”

you swell underneath him, shaking. he grinds his straining cock against your plump ass as he works your pussy, groaning into your neck.

“oh, baby, is that too much for you already?” luigi’s breath is hot against your neck, hands busy rubbing your clit and pinching your delicate nipple.

you felt like you couldn’t breathe. the expression on luigi’s face is smug. “you haven’t even had my cock yet, look at you.”

he brings his wet fingers up to your lips, then shoves them into your mouth without permission. you can’t help but shudder underneath his wicked touch. “yeah.” he laughs. “squirm like that, slut.”

“lu,” you pant. “i want it.”

“no, not yet,” he says, rubbing his hard big cock against your clothed ass. “see how hard i am for you? see how worked up you got me?”

“yes,” you whimper, fingers still in your mouth.

“get on your knees,” luigi grunts. “show me how much you need it.”

you needed it more than anything. dropping down to your knees, you notice a spot on his jeans wet with precum. he’s straining for you. you try to get as much of your mouth on him as you can as soon as his bottoms are off, desperate to show him how good you are.

“you’re so pretty like this,” luigi murmurs as you try to fill your mouth with his entirety. seeing that you’re struggling, he puts his hand on the back of your head and guides you down onto it. “such a good girl.”

he rocks hip forward deep into your warmth, using your face. “choke on it.” he orders. and you do. your eyes tear up at the feeling of his length touching the back of your throat. “god, you’re so fuckin’ filthy.”

before you can breathe, luigi pulls himself out of your mouth and barks out another order, “put your hands up against the wall.”

you do as you’re told. your core aches like it misses his touch. pulling your shorts down, he groans at the sight of your wetness, driving his big cock inside of you.

“slipped in so easy with your spit all over me,” he whispers in your ear. god, he’s driving you fucking crazy. the pleasure is almost overwhelming as he leans down, forces your chin back to bring your lips together, a sloppy, loving kiss.

“i knew you were gonna be like this,” he purrs into you, sucking and biting.

“like what?”

“like a fuckin’ slut.” luigi grumbles. he grabs something off the counter, and you don’t know what’s happening until you feel the silk material fasten around your wrists. the tie.

“luigi.” you gasp.

“i’ve been waiting to get my fuckin’ hands on you.”

you shiver at the confession. “really?”

he groans as he watches your ass ripple against his hips—at how easy and soft and weak you were at his mercy. he melts at the sight of you, using your binded wrists to buck deeper into you. you moan and whimper and scream on the force—he’s so harsh, so mean, so good—you’ve never even dreamt of a pleasure like this.

“listen to you.” he buries himself so deep inside you that you could feel his balls pressed against your ass. “you’re fuckin’ loud when you’re getting treated right, aren’t you?”

“please, daddy,” you whine, completely out of your mind.

luigi groans, pushing your head into the kitchen counter. “god, i didn’t think you were gonna call me that,” he rumbles, rocking his cock hard into your frothing core, rubbing against your clit and sending sparks of pleasure swirling through your body.

he pulls your hair back again, causing you to shriek. “didn’t call him that, did you?” he says it like a statement, leaving no room for correction. “god, i used to jerk myself off listening to you moan. wondering if you were riding him or bent over your fuckin’ mattress.“

“luigi.” you cry.

“always knew i could treat you better,” he growls. “always wanted to bend you over in front of everyone and make you beg for it.”

“i would’ve let you,” you mewl out, helpless.

“yeah?”

“you’re s’good.”

his thrusts come faster, more frantic. “better than him?”

“yes!”

you’re so close and so needy. your mind glows white as he fucks into you. squirming underneath him, the friction of your frantic movements growing hotter as the both of you chase your high. “good girl,” he praises, kissing all over your neck and back. “cream all over daddy’s cock, baby.”

“luigi,” you moan as your orgasm gushes beneath him, shivering as you feel his cock quiver, his load shooting deep into your cunt. he grunts with his final thrust, whimpering your name.

he kisses your shoulder as he pulls out of you. “so good,” he pants, just as helpless and shaken as you were. he unties the present you’d given him and pulls you in for another kiss.

“luigi,” you sigh against his lips.

“pretty girl,” he whispers back, running his hot wet kisses across your lips, your cheeks, your neck. “let me take you out tomorrow, yeah? a proper date. i’ll wear my tie ‘nd everything.”

you laugh—a mix of disbelief and something else—something lighter. before you can say anything, he’s leaning in again, kissing you softly, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“it was a good gift, right?” you hum.

“yeah,” he agrees, the corner of his lips curling into a smirk. “versatile.”

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Two Minutes

Word count: 3.4k

Content: smut (semi-public, Daddy!Paige, sub!Azzi)

Pairing: Pazzi

Notes: So it only took UConn winning the national championship to get me to finish a fic for the first time in a month (I have 5 different ones half written. my bad), but here is some Pazzi smut to celebrate! Send in your reactions bc I'm missing all my anons and my ego needs a boost. Enjoy!

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The team had a tradition of going out for a nice dinner after a big game. They’d vote on a restaurant, get all dressed up, and go out to eat and bond with each other. Those nights were some of Paige’s favorite memories from her five years in college. Getting to eat good food and spend quality time with the people she loved- almost nothing was better than that.

Tonight, they’ve picked a nice Italian restaurant and all 14 of them are seated around a long table. Azzi is on Paige’s right, and Caroline is on her left, but Paige can’t honestly say she’s paying much attention to anyone other than Azzi.

She’s in a long sleeveless black dress, the fabric clinging to every curve and dip of her body. She even has a little makeup on for once. It’s just some mascara, a dark lip gloss, and a little bit of blush on her cheeks, but Paige is entranced. Between every sentence she contributes to the group’s conversation, her eyes return to Azzi.

Azzi’s not immune to Paige’s staring. She had started the meal by pretending to be annoyed by the attention, but the faux annoyance quickly devolved into blushing and heavy-lidded glances. Even now, after so many years of knowing the younger girl, knowing the effect she had on her still brought butterflies to her stomach. It was an intoxicating feeling.

The conversation at the table dies down slightly when their food arrives, everybody digging into their meals with all the enthusiasm and hunger that comes with being a D1 athlete. It doesn’t keep Paige’s eyes off Azzi, though.

Paige has her fork halfway to her mouth, noodles twirled haphazardly around the tongs, when she feels it. Two fingers slowly drag up the outside of her thigh over the fabric of her black shorts. Her hand freezes for a second before she remembers to shove the pasta into her mouth. Azzi’s fingers reach the crease of Paige’s hip and then reverse their movement back down her thigh. Paige’s eyes dart over to find Azzi already looking at her.

Paige raises an eyebrow, questioning Azzi’s goals. Azzi just sends her a sweet smile and goes back to her own plate of pasta, her hand leaving Paige’s leg. The blonde almost wants to argue, to reach over and replace Azzi’s hand where it had been on her thigh, but she restrains herself.

“-right, Paige?” Paige shakes her head, quickly trying to tune back into the conversation.

“What?” She asks. KK, who had been the one to speak originally, laughs at her.

“Is that pasta so good you can’t pay attention to me, P Boogers?” KK teases. Paige holds up a hand, flipping KK off quickly before a waiter walks by and shoots her a judgmental look.

“What was your question, Kamorea?” Paige raises an eyebrow, and KK grins.

“Over the summer, when you leave us” -Paige is hit with a pang of sadness before shoving it down- “I’m gonna be the one you miss the most, right? None of these other idiots have the special bond we have,” KK teases. Paige snorts.

“Yeah, right. By ‘special bond,’ do you mean your mission to bother me more than anyone else?” KK’s mouth hasn’t moved from a wide grin since the conversation started. The rest of the team has been roped into their antics by now, and various expressions of disagreement are obvious.

“KK, you can’t seriously think you’re Paige’s favorite,” Ice argues from down the table. KK sticks out her tongue at the taller girl. Then Jana is getting involved, stating that she’s actually Paige’s favorite child. She cites all the breakfasts Paige had made for her before sunrise during Ramadan, and it only makes everybody grow louder with their own counterclaims and arguments.

Amid the chaos, Azzi’s hand returns to Paige’s leg. This time, Azzi’s touch isn’t gentle or soothing. No, now Azzi’s fingers are digging into the sensitive flesh of Paige’s inner thigh, far too high up to be appropriate in such a public setting. Luckily, the white tablecloth covering the table hides the movement, but Paige can’t hide the gasp it draws from her lips.

Caroline nudges Paige from her seat next to the blonde.

“You okay, Paige?” she asks, face open with concern. Paige only gets one word into her reply before Azzi’s fingers are suddenly tracing a line straight up to the heat between Paige’s legs. Paige swallows and tries again.

“Yeah, all good. Just remembered I forgot to… do an assignment,” she lies. Caroline raises a skeptical eyebrow but shrugs and leaves Paige alone. Paige lets out a slow breath, trying to get herself under control. Then Azzi is leaning into her space, the warmth from the younger girl’s arm bleeding into Paige’s skin.

“You gotta stop, baby,” Paige mumbles, keeping her voice low so none of their teammates will overhear. Azzi tilts her head, and suddenly her hand that isn’t busy on Paige’s thigh is gripping her chin, angling Paige’s face so she’s forced to look Azzi in the eyes. Paige almost moans right there at the table. It’s not normal for Azzi to be this bold in general, but especially in public, at a table with all their teammates, surrounded by random other people eating at the restaurant. Paige squeezes her legs together tightly.

“You’re terrible at hiding your reactions to things, baby,” Azzi starts. Paige’s eyebrows scrunch together in confusion.

“Yeah, great observation. That’s why I told you to stop, ‘cause I can’t hide it.” Azzi smiles sweetly. She looks dangerous. Paige is incredibly turned on. She shifts in her chair, trying to relieve some of the ache between her thighs.

“This is your warning to make your face look normal and keep it that way,” Azzi warns. Paige tries her best to quickly school her features into a mask of composure. She’s not entirely sure she’s successful. Azzi leans a little closer, speaking softly into Paige’s ear so no one else can hear.

“I know we’ve been busy lately, but it’s been two weeks since we had sex at this point, and I’ve been wet since the press conference after the game. So I’m going to go to the bathroom to take care of this, and you’re more than welcome to come help,” Azzi murmurs. Any composure Paige had managed to achieve before is completely wiped away by the time Azzi finishes her first sentence.

“Fuck,” Paige whispers. Her face feels hot, and she knows her cheeks are bright red. Whatever the opposite of discreet is, she thinks, that’s exactly what she’s being right now. Azzi slides one finger down Paige’s jaw before letting go of her chin and leaning away. As she stands up from the table, she leans down to whisper into Paige’s ear once more.

“Oh, by the way, I’m not wearing any underwear,” she says, voice soft and teasing. Paige is gone.

It takes every ounce of Paige’s restraint to keep herself seated at the table for a few more minutes. In all honesty, it’s probably only enough time to take her departure from obvious to suspicious, but she can’t wait any longer. She can feel herself soaking through her boxers with every second she sits at the table, thinking about Azzi in the bathroom. Is she already touching herself? Dripping down her thighs from how wet she is?

It’s that mental image that drives Paige from her seat, making some half-assed excuse to Caroline about needing to use the restroom.

She makes a beeline for the restroom, knocking urgently on the door when she reaches it. It takes barely a second for Azzi to open the door and tug Paige inside before promptly locking it behind them again. Then she has the blonde pressed up against the door, and their lips are crushed together, tongues meeting hungrily when Azzi licks into Paige’s mouth.

Paige groans when Azzi brings her knee in between her legs. She grinds herself down, mouth falling open as she pants.

“Shit Az. Hang on, wait, lemme get you first, ‘kay?” Azzi looks at Paige skeptically, grinding the older girl down onto her thigh to prove a point as it rips a moan from Paige’s throat. Paige curses again.

“Come on, Az. I know you’re all worked up. Gotta be dripping down your legs by now, right? Said you’ve been wet since the post-game and I know you don’t have anything under that dress. Probably hurts, doesn’t it, baby? Let me take care of it. I’ll make it feel better,” Paige coos. Azzi’s determination collapses, giving way to the pure need she’s been feeling for days at this point.

Paige flips their position, shoving Azzi up against the sink and dropping to her knees. She pushes the fabric of Azzi’s dress up, first past her knees and then up to her stomach.

“Hold it up,” she commands. Azzi’s hands scramble to obey. “Good girl,” Paige praises. Azzi feels herself clench around nothing. She presses her thighs together to relieve the ache.

Paige isn’t having any of that, quickly shoving Azzi’s legs apart and gripping her thighs with a strength that they both know will leave bruises on Azzi’s skin. Azzi sighs out a soft breath.

“Shit. Look at that baby. I was right. You’re dripping,” Paige murmurs. Azzi leans her head back. The image of Paige on her knees in front of her, assessing everything she sees, ready to please her, is far too much for Azzi to handle right now.

“Fuck. Just touch me,” she demands. Paige’s hands leave Azzi’s skin.

“Nuh-uh,” she tuts. “I wanna take care of you, mama, but you gotta be good for me. That means not making demands without saying please,” Paige says sternly. Azzi squirms.

“Paige, we have to be fast. Everybody’s gonna notice we’re gone,” she whispers. Paige just looks up at her, eyebrows raised as if to say “And what do you want me to do about it?” Azzi swallows a groan.

“Please,  Paige. Please touch me, and please be fast about it so we don’t get caught,” she asks. Paige smiles and her hands return to Azzi’s thighs, sliding up until they find the wetness dripping from her slit.

“Fuck, honey. You need it that bad, huh?” Azzi whines and bucks her hips in an attempt to get Paige’s touch where she really needs it. Luckily, they’re pressed for time, and Paige doesn’t think it’s quite worth it to make her beg again.

Paige’s fingers meet Azzi’s swollen clit and begin to circle roughly. Azzi swears and her hips move of their own accord. Paige uses her unoccupied hand to shove Azzi more firmly against the sink. Her forearm forms a bar across her pelvis, preventing any more movements. Azzi’s head falls forward.

“Paige, please. More,” she pleads. Maybe it’s the multiple weeks without sex or the teasing Azzi had done at the table earlier or the leftover adrenaline from the game that afternoon, but Paige’s response gives away the very particular mood she’s in.

“How do you ask me the right way, mama?” Azzi’s brain buffers for a moment. She had said please. She had asked nicely for what she wanted. Then it hits her. Oh. She knows what Paige means. Her legs twitch and it has nothing to do with the fingers still circling her clit.

“Please, Daddy? Please give me more. I need it so bad, Daddy, please.” Azzi knows that was the right answer when Paige groans, her arm shoving Azzi harder into the counter, and two of her fingers slip into the younger girl’s cunt.

“Fuck. Oh god, yes, that’s so good,” Azzi breathes. The stretch of Paige’s fingers is easy, slick and smooth from how wet she is. Paige’s thumb starts up the circles on Azzi’s clit again, driving the brunette higher. 

“Please, baby, can I have your mouth?” Azzi asks. Paige pulls back, her eyebrows raised as she waits. It only takes a second before Azzi realizes her mistake.

“Please, Daddy,” she corrects. Paige smiles, removing her arm from Azzi’s torso and instead bringing it down to pet along warm brown skin.

“Good girl, Az. We gotta hurry up now, so do you think you can cum in two minutes for me? Can you do that for Daddy?” Paige murmurs. Azzi nods desperately. One of her hands comes down to fist in Paige’s hair. She doesn’t bother mentioning that it probably won’t even take that long for Paige to get her off.

Paige pulls away for only a few seconds, rummaging in her pockets, but it’s far too long for Azzi. Then Paige pulls out her phone, clicks a few things on the screen, and then hands it to Azzi. It’s the clock app. It’s a stopwatch. Azzi’s legs feel weak.

“Shit,” she mumbles.

“When I put my mouth on you, you start the timer, okay mama? You get two minutes, and when it hits two minutes exactly, you tell me and I stop. Got it? You cum in two minutes right now, or you wait until we get home later.” Azzi is nodding, unable to do anything else. Her eyes are trained on Paige’s. She can’t look away.

“Are you gonna be good for me, Az? Gonna follow directions and do what I told you to?” Paige prompts. Azzi is beyond desperate at this point. She knows they’ve already been gone from the table for far too long, but she needs to cum too bad to really put any energy into caring about what their teammates are probably guessing right now.

“Yes, yes, Daddy. I‘m gonna be good for you Daddy, gonna be your good girl.” The words are spilling from Azzi’s mouth, like the more she agrees, the faster it’ll get Paige to act. It works because before Azzi can even take a breath, Paige’s tongue is licking a strip through Azzi’s folds and humming at the way she tastes.

“Oh god,” Azzi groans, and then remembers she’s been given a task. She quickly hits start on the stopwatch, watching the numbers tick up as seconds go by.

It doesn’t take Paige long to get into her rhythm at all. Before Azzi can even get a good, stabilizing grip on the counter behind her, Paige has her face completely buried between Azzi’s thighs, tongue teasing her hole just to slide back up and suck the younger girl’s clit into her mouth. It takes thirty seconds of this for Azzi to be a whining, writhing, breathy mess.

“Please, please, so close,” she begs as the tension in her stomach grows tighter and tighter. Paige doubles her efforts, sliding two fingers back into Azzi’s cunt effortlessly, meeting no resistance. Azzi lets out a whine that’s so pathetic she’s embarrassed of it even in her current needy state.

“Gonna cum for me honey? Can feel you clenching around my fingers. You’re just dripping down my hand. So fucking dirty, Az, look at that,” Paige says and she thrusts her fingers in and out roughly. Her voice is low and hoarse as she speaks against Azzi’s clit. The vibrations, combined with Paige’s words, push Azzi even closer.

“Fuck, fuck- Daddy please, gonna cum. Can I cum? Need to cum, please Daddy, please, let me cum-” the words are spilling unbidden from Azzi’s lips in between the other noises Paige is drawing from her.

“How much time is left, mama?” Paige asks instead of answering. She keeps her fingers moving. It feels like every thrust is harder than the last. Azzi’s eyes dart down to Paige’s phone screen.

“I have thirty seconds. Please Paige. Daddy, please, please, I still have time, please let me,” Azzi begs. She’s suddenly consumed by the fear that Paige will draw this out for too long, making her beg to cum until she runs out of time, until she has to tell Paige to stop and wait until they get home after dinner. A tear rolls down her cheek as Paige’s teeth scrape lightly over her clit. Her hips buck, feeling completely and utterly overstimulated.

“Please, Daddy!” She cries once again, and she tries desperately to keep her eyes open and trained on the seconds ticking up on the stopwatch. Only twenty seconds now.

“Cum for me mama. Been such a good girl. You can cum now. Make a mess all over my hand, baby, that’s it.” Paige talks her through it as Azzi trembles through her orgasm, wave after wave ripping through her as Paige keeps moving her hand since her mouth is occupied with speaking.

“Oh god,” Azzi whimpers as she starts to come down. Paige doesn’t stop the movement of her fingers, dragging them in and out of Azzi’s pussy with obscene, slick sounds. Azzi knows better than to push Paige away right now. She’d learned quickly that when Paige was Daddy, she liked to draw out Azzi’s pleasure and overstimulation until she physically couldn’t take it anymore.

Only when Azzi is shaking and whining, one of her hands gripping tightly in Paige’s hair as her hips jump against Paige’s hand, does the blonde pull her fingers out.

Looking up to make sure Azzi is watching, Paige sucks each of her fingers into her mouth, cleaning Azzi’s wetness off every digit. Azzi lets out a soft moan, eyes fluttering shut.

“Eyes on me, honey,” Paige orders. Azzi’s eyes snap back open, once again trained on Paige’s lips. Paige’s expression softens, and she rises from her knees, licking into Azzi’s mouth gently.

“You did so good for me, baby. Gotta get cleaned up now so we can go back to the table, ‘kay? Can I clean you up?” Paige asks softly. Azzi nods, eyes still locked on Paige’s. She hasn’t been given permission to look away yet, so she doesn’t. Paige’s chest warms with pride as she grabs some paper towels, wetting them and then gently wiping them along Azzi’s thighs to clean her up. Azzi does exactly what’s expected of her and stands there obediently.

“Being such a good girl, Azzi. So good. I’m so proud of you,” Paige keeps soothing. Azzi has finally noticed how delightfully fuzzy and detached her brain feels. She’s not worried, though. Paige will take care of her.

“We’re gonna go back to the table now, okay honey?” Paige starts. Azzi’s chest tightens with panic. She can’t make conversation with her girls like this. She can’t let them see her like this, fucked dumb and submissive. The panic is obvious on her face, prompting Paige to run her hands along Azzi’s arms in an attempt to calm her.

“Hey, it’s alright. We don’t have to stay. We’re gonna go over there, I’m gonna tell everyone you don’t feel well and I’m taking you home, and then we’re gonna leave. Does that sound okay, mama?” Paige murmurs. She tilts Azzi’s chin up to meet her eyes more easily. Azzi’s expression is so open and trusting and wrecked that Paige feels something in her chest crack.

Azzi nods, eyes big and shiny. Paige presses a soft kiss to her lips, stroking a few fingers over her cheeks.

“I’m gonna take care of you, mama. Gonna get you home so you can relax and come down from this when you’re ready, okay?” Azzi’s eyebrows draw together as Paige starts to pull away, leading her to the door of the bathroom. She tugs on Paige’s sleeve to stop her.

“I don’t wanna come down,” she mumbles. Paige’s confusion turns into a smile.

“Oh, honey, are you still feeling needy?” Azzi nods, relief threading through her body. “Okay, baby. When we get home you can cum as many times as you need to. Just gotta wait until we get there. Can you be good and wait for me?” Paige asks gently. Azzi nods. Her words have abandoned her, but Paige seems to understand.

Azzi is in a pleasant daze as Paige leads her out of the bathroom, back to the table to make an excuse to their teammates, and then to her car. The daze continues as they climb the stairs to Paige’s apartment, as they enter her room, and as Paige makes Azzi shatter into a ball of pleasure many more times throughout the night. And throughout it all, Azzi feels safe and knows she is loved, and is incredibly glad they don’t have to go two weeks without sex again anytime soon.

[nakylvr]

can i req gp!daniela x f!reader smut with semi-public sex when danon were at that festival or whatever bc the photo dani posted on her ig (the one on the swing) is making me feel too many things

this was lowkey one of my favs to write...thank you for requesting anon! 🫶

— CARNIVAL 🛡️

warnings/tags: language, nsfw content, f!reader, g!p!daniela, dom!daniela, sub!reader, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, mami kink, cumming inside

minors dni

you always enjoyed a good festival. so when you managed to score two-day tickets for you, daniela, and manon, you were ecstatic. you were one to bring a tent seeing as it went throughout the whole weekend and you had other friends who were there also, so you wanted a mutual meeting space for everyone.

for the second night, dani told you in advance that she would be there later with manon, having to stay at the house for their 1 year reunion (that was not live, as dani thoroughly explained, irritated that she would be late). so you were currently sitting outside the tent on one of the lawn chairs your friend had brought, a bit away from the crowd that was only growing as the night progressed.

"hey, yn!"

you look up hearing manon's voice, and a smile instantly forms on your face seeing her and dani walking up to you. standing up on your feet, you flatten your skirt and hold your arms out wide. manon quickly hugs you first before taking a step back and glancing around at the environment. "there's a lot more people tonight."

"well with carti headlining tonight it only makes sense," you respond as daniela silently wraps her arms around you. "hi, baby," your smile grows bigger as she rests her chin on your shoulder.

"you look really good," dani murmurs into your ear.

"thank you!" you beam as she pulls away, pecking her lips quickly. "i had a feeling you would like it."

"mm, well i do," she nods, her arms snaking around your waist. "a lot, in fact."

"i'm sure," you smile innocently at her, clearly seeing the way she was practically undressing you with her eyes. "but for now, let's go have some fun!"

after an hour or two of going on little rides and the giant swing the festival had, eating overpriced food, and hanging out, the night was nearing the time of the headliner to start. standing near the back of the crowd as the current performer finishes, daniela wraps her arms around you from behind, pulling you close against her.

"y'know we have at least fifteen minutes until the set starts," she mumbles into your ear, her fingers grazing your skin under the crop top you were wearing.

she starts leaving light kisses down your neck, and you know what she's trying to do. "you just can't keep your hands to yourself, can you?" you tilt your head to the side a bit, your hands on top of hers but not making any attempt to move her.

"not when you look this good," dani speaks quietly, her voice low so that only you can hear. "how can i when you're practically asking me to fuck you in this slutty outfit?"

"dani-"

"come with me," daniela cuts you off before you can get another word out, grabbing your hand as she starts walking away from the crowd.

"dani, where are we going?" you ask, but aren't really annoyed at her actions despite trying to be. you're not surprised, really. whenever you wore something she liked a little too much, she ended up doing this. dragging you off somewhere for a quickie before going back or going home depending on her mood. "dani," you say more sternly when she doesn't respond.

she doesn't answer you, stopping in front of the tent and unzipping it open. she gently pulls you inside before zipping it back up and closed again. turning around to face you, dani grabs you by your waist and kisses you roughly, her lips moving faster than you could keep up with.

"dani– this is way too public," you get out through kisses, your hands on her shoulders but not making any real attempt to push her off.

"no one will see," daniela murmurs, "you just gotta be quiet for me, you got that?" she says, her fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt. "c'mon, baby. don't leave me hanging like this." she grabs one of your hands, bringing it to her visible bulge in her baggy pants.

"you're so annoying, you know that?" you reply with a non-serious eye roll.

"you love me," she whispers, pulling you into another kiss.

laying you down on the floor of the tent, you peer up at dani as she fumbles with the buttons of her pants before sliding them down her legs along with her boxers. hiking your skirt up, she groans lowly at the evident wet patch on your panties, dragging her fingers up and down your clothed slit before pushing the material aside.

with one swift thrust, you can feel every vein and ridge of her cock filling you up, leaving you letting out a sharp gasp at the sudden intrusion. "fuck..." dani breathes out. "you're always so goddamn tight," she mumbles, starting to move her hips in a fast rhythm.

"oh my god, dani–" you're cut off of your moaning when one of daniela's hands clasps over your mouth firmly.

"shh, you gotta be quiet, baby," she says to you lowly. her other hand is secured on your waist as she pounds into you at a fast pace. "ju-just be quiet f' me," she grunts, her nails digging into your soft skin.

all you can do is nod your head, your moans coming out muffled past her hand as you try to be as quiet as possible. you stare up at your girlfriend who is so focused on getting to cum as quickly as possible, little grunts and whimpers escaping her mouth as she thrusts into you. she looks so good like this, too lost in her own pleasure that she doesn't even notice the noises she's making herself.

"fuck," daniela curses, leaning down and putting her face in the crook of your neck, her hips showing no sign of slowing down anytime soon. "god, you feel so good, baby."

your arms instinctively reach for her back, pulling her down closer to you while gripping her jacket tightly. your eyes roll to the back of your head when you feel the tip of her cock hit your g-spot, moaning loudly through her hand and squirming under her touch. "fuck...mami," your words come out barely audible through the muffled voice of yours.

"shit," dani hisses into your ear hearing the title fall from your lips. "you always take me so good, so good, baby," she mumbles into your neck. your walls spasm around her cock at the words, clenching tightly causing her to groan lowly. "fuck..you gonna cum, baby?"

you nod your head feverishly, your grip on her jacket getting tighter as your moaning comes out louder as her hand loosens slightly from being so focused on getting off. "please," you whimper softly. "please, mami, 'm so close, please,"

"go on, baby," she tells you. her thrusts are becoming more sloppy and erratic as her breathing gets heavy against the skin of your neck, her hand leaving your mouth and trailing down your chest, reaching under your shirt and fondling your breast in her hand. your body shakes under her as your eyes roll back and you cum on her cock, your jaw falling slack in a silent scream. "fuck, 'm gonna cum. let-let me cum in you, please, baby," dani borderline begs, getting interrupted by more sighs and whimpers leaving her mouth.

"mhm," is all you can hum, nodding your head as your hand finds her hair and runs through it.

a long groan comes from dani as she thrusts into you one last time, filling you up and painting your walls white with her cum. panting heavily into your neck, she slowly pulls out of you, causing you to let out a quiet whimper at the feeling disappearing. pulling away from your neck, her hand moves up to cup your cheek, kissing you deeply.

"i love you," she mumbles against your lips, parting from the kiss. sitting back, she pulls her pants back on and buttons them up before pulling your skirt back down and flattening it, a small smirk on her face as she sees her cum dripping out from you. "don't worry, baby. we can leave as soon as carti's set is over."

you can't find it in you to roll your eyes at her words, merely nodding your head and letting her grab your hand to pull you up. "you're so annoying," you mumble, leaning against her.

"yet you love me," she whispers, smiling at you.

"i do."

[luffyvace]

I need.....I NEED MORE SAIKI K X READER SHEWAS SCSKSB

I have been feed well by your small serie of saiki kusos x write reader 🤤

But may I request as saiki kusos w f!s/o who suddenly have makoto as a stalker?

(sorry if you don't understand this my first time requesting 😭😭)

AHHH IM GLAD YOU ENJOYED THE SERIES!!

that’s actually a great idea!! I’m super pumped to do this request! :)

Don’t worry I know just what ya mean!

⚠️stalking warning,⚠️ before I start, if I may 😵‍💫

💛

Saiki will know right away when he starts stalking you-

And ngl this is the perfect chance to get rid of him 😈🙏

just kidding! But seriously, he let go of all the times makoto’s annoyed him in the past, but now that’s he’s an issue with you? His girlfriend? The one girl he can actually tolerate, scratch that, loves??

yeah no buddy this one’s not gonna slide

unfortunately he cant punch him bc 1) Saiki’s too strong and 2) that’d draw a lot of attention to himself since Makoto is a celebrity

but what he can do?? Well, Plan A) pinch his cheeks till they hurt and threaten him, Upgraded Plan A) disguise himself then pinch his cheeks, Plan B) keep scaring the crap out of him every time he tries to follow you, Plan C) calmly talk it out with him that you two are an item, Plan D) tell Teruhashi and use her love for Saiki to his advantage, getting her to tell her parents and stop her brother, Plan E) Publicly expose that freak or Plan F) tell you you have a stalker if you haven’t noticed, and if you have, go to the police

wow! what well thought out plans! :) most of them won’t work

heres why!

upgraded plan A is better than just plan A but it will ultimately still draw attention

plan c is unlikely to work seeing as though how creepy that guy is, plus he doesn’t like Saiki

As of plan d Teruhashi can hardly stop him from being a creep to HER (😭⁉️) and i don’t know how well the parents will care, especially if he’s making them money..😟

plan e….seems like it would be successful..buuut i feel he would just use his celebrity status to will the evidence away, like speaking out about how he would “never” do that and doing charity 🙄 plus the fan girls probably won’t believe some rando who uploads that on the internet over they’re fav 😒

ngl plan F is really reasonable and has one of the highest chance of working, but yet again, the celebrity card will strike and he could pay off the police so they don’t do crap abt it 🤦‍♀️😑

therefore! Plan B it is! Seems the most likely to work + Saiki can get his revenge in a practically harmless way! :3

Thanks to his powers (for once 😭) no one is likely to believe even the Makoto when he says a flying guy dropped a pile of dog crap on him 😏🤷‍♀️

and even if they did when he tries to explain the full story he’ll have to keep lying to keep the lie of him not stalking you alive 👎

but he still will tell you if your unaware tho!

he’s likely gonna be hesitant if he knows you’ll freak about abt it but you deserve to know. And ofc he can always keep you safe (thanks magic powers, for being useful for once!) but he also would want your parents to know so if Makoto tries something they can have a lead.

so yes ultimately he tells you, likely at his house, in his room, and he tries to break it to you as gently as possible but…there’s no easy way to take that kind of info 😬😟

if you get scared or cry he’ll tell you his plan to make him leave you alone, and he tells you to tell your parents too. Essentially trying to console you

if you choose to trust him and react a bit calmer, maybe still worried, he’d ask if you still wanna go out in public knowing this, and if yes he’ll accompany whenever and wherever he can, especially since Makoto won’t wanna come up to you while he’s there, thinking Saiki’s your boyfriend

he is

Also If Makoto does anything perverted as far as taking sus pictures of you or imagining weird things with those photos he’ll rip them up and make the paper and random things fly around in his room, every time

He probably breaks his phones/cameras too, even if he buys knew ones, as punishment

onto the final battle!

let’s say your walking home from school and Makoto is following you, your boyfriend is close behind you both, monitoring the situation for a good chance to strike. First, you cross the railroad to get home, but Makoto has to fall back so you don’t see him, but when it’s his turn to go? Oh no! The trains coming! Where’d that even come from? there was no train?! CRAP!- huh? Wait..the trains gone..thank goodness?! 😭

oh wait! He needs to catch up to you! Well at least he knows where you live and what route you take through research! He needs to catch up! HOLY CRAP! What’s a mob doing here?! Did a fan see him?? How’d they find him..no way, don’t tell me they’re gonna find out what he’s doing..NO DONT COME ANY CLOSer…? They’re running past him? Well I guess he is in disguise..wait, they were running to this arch nemesis and top competition?! 😠 seriously?! That guy over him??

he proceeds to head over there to show the ladies who they should really be drooling over 😏 WAIT- HE CANT REVEAL HIMSELF RIGHT NOW?!- what?…where’d his wig go? THE WIND BLEW IT OFF?! HOLY- HE’S ABOUT TO GET FOUND OUT🫨 RUN 😭 🏃

aw man he’s outta breath, what are the odds the wind would blow his wig off near a mob of fans?! Now he’s gotta be extra careful following you! And it’s already late! Actually..it’s pretty darn dark….dang it! You’re probably in your house by now! Oh well…maybe you still have your window open and he can get some pictures that way! 👍

uh..is he starting to hear a second pair of footsteps..? But..no one’s around..why’s it getting louder..?! UH, it’s getting more aggressive now 😥….okay that’s it! he’s running..!

dang it! It’s chasing him! No way he can lead this creep to your house! (Ironic huh) he’s gotta take a wrong turn!

man! What time is it?! Midnight?! Has he really been running that long??? Why’s this freak still chasing him? And who is it?!?

alright! He’ll take a turn into that alley and lose ‘em! Then he’ll make a ‘U’ back to your house! Although there’s no way to be sure if your still up or not :/

hey! The footsteps are gone! Maybe think he lost him! Alright! He’ll take another turn and go back to your place!

🏃🏃

right as he turns the corner?

Saiki:👹

Jump scare!

he immediately calls his manager while running away, thinking he’s either a mass muderer, a demon or a stalker! 😱

and the best part is? Nobody will believe him 😊

ngl Saiki probably won’t let this slide even a couple days after he finds out Makoto’s stalking you, he’s quick to act and stop him bc no.

Super Saiki to your rescue! 🦸🤩😎

Ngl you’re beautiful so I see what Makoto sees in you but…..dude. Don’t stalk your crush.

🌸💐🌺

hope you enjoyed your hcs! -Brook

[blue-jisungs]

guiding you through crowd ♡

requested. yup! based on a piece i wrote here and got asked to write something like that w txt ^^

additional. established relationship + reader an boys’ relationship is known to public

┆彡 YEONJUN [ 연준 ]

oh boy

he tries to act cool but he’s kinda pissed off :(

esp when you’re leaving a place you were on a date with and it’s really your first time seeing such a big crowd in person

you panic a little but he kissed your temple, cheeks, nose; everything, to calm you down

squeezes your hand as you walk through the crowd, eyes fixated on you to notice if there’s any discomfort or anxiety growing on your face

asks if you’re okay once in a car, ready to give anything you need

water? already on your lap. need a breather? he’s opening the window slightly and guides you through it. need a kiss or hug? he’s already smooching your face. a joke to lighten up the mood? knock knock–

definitely makes a serious comment about it in weverse (as he should)

┆彡 SOOBIN [ 수빈 ]

poor baby

he’s so nervous and unsure what to do

well, no. he’s sure he needs to get you safe to the car but he’s so sad and angry at the same time

not only you’re robbed of privacy but also he can clearly see how this situation made you anxious

helps you calm down a bit, runs his fingers through your hair in a soothing motion

asks the guard if you can grab his shirt ㅠㅠ

and the man agrees, bless his heart

so as you squeeze your eye shut in fear, one hand clutching the bodyguard’s shirt not to stray too far away and the other squeezing soobin’s hand

soobin himself is glaring at the ‘fans’, clearly annoyed

which makes some of them a bit scared

┆彡BEOMGYU [ 범규 ]

he’s so <||3

you know those pics of celebs who hide their faces by tucking a tissue unde their sunglasses or wearing a bag on their head?

yeah

ignoring the fact that people know who you both are

beomgyu wants to ease the tension and proposes to wear something silly

paparazzis and ‘fans’ are here in the first place to get some pics, no?

so why don’t give them pics.

so he’s walking, hand in yours swinging dramatically as you have masks with holes cut for eyes on your face

well, you have two normal masks and one with holes; he has a paper bag with a >:P scribbled on it

almost slams into the car door tho bc he didn’t calculate the distance between them and himself LMAOSJW

but once you’re in a car, his hands are on your face (masks taken off) – worried eyes scanning if you’re okay

you calm each other down, beomgyu making a mental note to speak on it during next live

┆彡 TAEHYUN [ 태현 ]

umm

he’s pissed 😇

he wanted the spend some time with you and all of a sudden there’s this huge crowd approaching you in a park

he sees how tensed up you got and in the blink of an eye calls the guards.

stares threateningly into the ‘fans’’ eyes while he guides you to the car, his hand never leaving the small of your back

once you’re in the car this mf will step out and very friendly and nicely says to the people to fuck off 😇

when he gets back in the car you can clearly see he’s pissed, jaw tightened and vein almost popping out

so you hold his hand to calm him down and he immediately comes back to reality; asking if you’re fine and placing soft kisses on your face

makes a long ass paragraph on weverse, talks about it on lives AND to the managers to prevent such incidents from happening in the future

king shit fr

┆彡 HUENING KAI [ 휴닝카이 ]

kai :(((

he’s so frustrated that your quality time got interrupted

instantly checks up on you, laser focused and looking for any kinds of discomfort

throws a hoodie over you, smooches your cheeks and interlocks fingers with yours as you get ready to go through the crowd :(

keeps an eye on you 24/7 but

but.

he won’t hesitate to slightly push someone if they get in the way

luckily there’s no need but just so you know he’s more than willing to in order to protecc you

once you’re in a car, he hugs you tightly and apologises even tho it’s not his fault :((

won’t let go of your hand until you arrive to the dorms actually

he’s hesitant if he should speak out about it, so first he asks taehyun for advice

and even if kai doesn’t publicly speak on it but takes action more on the private side (managers etc) …

taehyun will make sure to throw a jab or two on weverse

he’s like ur guard dog fr

also pls reassure kai you’re okay, he’ll worry about it and overthink it :(

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[rubrum-aside]

…about the HC reqs, what about Lyle and Sam relationship headcannons? If you don’t do relationships, then just Lyle?

howzabout a bit of both!

Lyle

he/him (he/it sometimes too)

-I mentioned in another post but i like the idea of his metal legs being a mix of his camera tripods and a set of leg braces he used to wear. he also used a cane sometimes.

-maybe Sam took over a few of his shifts bc of his chronic pain and that sparked his admiration for him.

-definitely wore glasses before his mutation too-prob had OK-ish vision but still needed them for reading and small details.

-stutter 24/7, causes him a lot of embarrassment in public but less so around friends.

-his second mouth in his mutated form cant really speak but it does grind its teeth when he's nervous. it has a tongue-his saliva is a bit burny.

-He was running that mazes and wizards game w/his neighbors. i feel like him, Jeanne, Rafta, maybe Eugene? and possibly Edwin(or one of ed's other renters) could have been close.

-speaking of rafta- the shortcut to the 1st floor has been there for a while before the visitor's visit-it used to be for maintenance but it never got closed up properly. Rafta and him would chat pretty often through the hole when they were having a bad day.

-knew Leigh, probably went to her store (maybe they were even coworkers in the past). she always made him nervous for some reason, did his best to be nice to her though(he annoyed her with his fake kindness more than helped though sadly.)

-im all in on the early exposure to The Visitor theory, his reclusiveness was noticed but brushed aside by most of his friends after a few fake coughs. some left him groceries occasionally or talked through the door.

-cursed form is coldblooded(hemolymph and chemical mix) but his machinery warms up when in use so hes still kinda able to self regulate by taking photos often. he prefers not to waste energy or materials on crappy photos though.

-his bad vision transferred to most of his extra eyes. he has to focus really hard to get a good shot with any of them except his main face's and his largest one. his body did NOT generate prescription glass lenses.

-also love the visual of him having apertures instead of eyelids.

-has an extra pair of eyes on the back of his head like a jumping spider-you could look through his head like an actual camera if you were on his back.

-sleeping is very awkward for him due to the sheer amount of legs he has. a hammock(or... web) would be much more suited for him but...

-speaking of webs- bro has 3 spinnerets, prob for 3 types of film-but spiders often have different varieties of silk for different things too so maybe they have different functions aside from photos. like wrapping people up or adhering to surfaces.

-if he is given a new lense or camera he might unintentionally merge with it. his hands are the only things that are safe for handling photo equipment.

-fuzzy lyle. just a bit fuzzy. not the softest but still fuzz.

-i feel like he defo had smth goin on about spiders before all this-maybe he played a drider in MaW or something.

Now for more shippy bits!

-chat, we've all seen the new dialogue about Sam finding Lyle cute right? 'adorable even if he's not human?' we've all seen it? cool.

yaoi is real and alive!

-they need to have a big long conversation about boundaries. I feel like they could work through it though and move on to a much more healthy relationship (esp since Sam lets the shadow hang around after similar behaviour. just talk broooo)

-Lyle is pretty touch averse at first (and still hides in his cloak a lot). he probably never gets over his appearance but gets a bit more comfortable with physical contact over time. eventually he feels comfy enough to disrobe sometimes, never fully though.

-Sam kisses everywhere he can, hands, eye lenses(only once), his actual face(not often bc if his spit being dangerous) and his forehead and cheeks.

-the cloak stays ON during sex-ok joke aside, I feel like Lyle gets more out of the performative/social aspect than the physical. he's a voyeur at heart so just seeing Sam is enough for him . (so grey-ace, sex neutral)

-i have no opinions on genitalia. just. not my thing. it is fun considering about how cursed might reproduce (if at all) after the Visitor leaves though. most seem like they have no genitalia at all letalone the capability to have kids.

-if Sam is also a cursed (ie. flawed ritual, perfect denial, etc) he is still head over heels. depending on Sam's form he might even get more comfortable with his own over time. freak4freak. much more tactile too, though mostly for Sam's sake.

-if Sam were to somehow get transformed AFTER they were already together (via some infectious mutant or object or smth) he'd be super supportive (maybe even a bit too enthusiastic) in helping Sam acclimate.

-hed defo offer to soul-seal Sam into a photo in a moment of desperation if Sam ever got terribly ill or injured. in a good picture of course, not a sloppy one...

-Lyle knows how to sew, just the basics(jeanne taught him) so he makes a few different blanket-cloaks for himself over time. he makes Sam a few too so they can match.

-Sam convinces Lyle to let him sleep on his back/abdomen in lieu of cuddling since lyle cant fit on his couch/bed comfortably anymore.

il leave it off there for now! i hope to the gods that that linebreak worked otherwise thisl be a mess to try and fix...

happy pride freaks, froakes and freakettes

[defilerwyrm]

I'm a trans man who wants phallo SO bad but the Fear Mongering people do makes me so scared. I have such a fear of surgery anyway and people say phallo is nearly 23hrs long, and it has more risks than heart surgery does, and idk if these are true bc I'm too scared to google it..But I want it so bad, but the stuff I hear scares me. Also people saying it doesn't have any sensation worries me. You said trans men can ask about it so I hope this is ok to do on anon!!! I'd appreciate a non fear filled reply so much thanks!!

23 hours!! Those poor surgeons, can you imagine!

Virtual hugs if you’re the hugging type, Anon, and a cool rock if you’re not.

Those things are definitely not true, not remotely. It’s a long surgery, but when I say it’s long that means it’s about 8 hours all told. It sounds like maybe someone heard it referred to as an “all-day” thing meaning a full WORK day, but instead assumed that that meant a full CALENDAR day. Or, you know, a transphobe made shit up to scare people.

It is most definitely not nearly as risky to your wellbeing as a surgery in which they saw open your sternum and cut open your actual beating heart. There is a fairly high chance of a minor complication that can result in the terrible ordeal of getting pee on your pants sometimes—a urethral fistula—and in most cases, they close up on their own anyway without needing another surgery to correct them. And in this case, “fairly high” means 40%, so it’s still less than half a chance that it’ll happen in the first place. At worst it’s annoying. Serious complications, the type that put you in danger, are extremely rare.

The sensation thing is also false, because they literally harvest a length of nerve from your donor site and hook it up to your existing bits specifically so you WILL have sensation! Sure, it takes a little while for the nerve to heal, but that’s just the reality of ANY surgery.

The nerve grows back in your donor site, too, by the way. While I was typing this up I discovered that one particular spot on my graft is ticklish.

Everyone has their own individual healing factor, but speaking for myself, I had full erotic sensation before the 3-month mark, and the orgasms have been incredible. The head and base are highly sensitive, and everything in between responds pretty damn nicely too, just less of a hit-the-ceiling level of sensitivity. And, you know, if you’ve handled an AMAB person’s penis much at all you’ll know that’s pretty much in keeping with how their dicks work too.

It is an in-patient surgery so if you have it, you’ll be staying in a hospital for a few days so they can keep an eye out for rare disasters. My stay was four or five days of snoring most of the day and periodically getting woken up to eat or answer some simple check-in questions, lift my arm for nurses to move stuff, etc, and then conking back out.

Being cathed sucks, but two weeks of frequent trips to the toilet to drain your bag is honestly nothing compared to a lifetime without (or with vastly reduced) bottom dysphoria. That’s the part that I hated. Everything else was your typical recovery: 10-15 days of sleeping 20 hours a day, then however many weeks of being tired, taking meds, and careful washing, gradually feeling more and more normal until you’re back up to full and ready to get back to business as usual.

Except with this one, you get to learn to pee standing up in the process. :D

(Protip: don’t try a public urinal until you’ve got it down pat at home. Not because of cis men, but because the learning process is messy, lol! The overwhelming majority of cis men in public restrooms want nothing to do with anyone else while they’re in there. The only place anyone’s gonna give your dick more than half a second’s accidental glance is in a gay bar. In 8+ years of using public men’s rooms I have yet to see one (1) penis that wasn’t mine!)

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Still thinking about that post that was like being annoyed/making fun of/someone give me a better word when I have slept instead of pulling an all nighter for zero reason at all/[insert word for flow] at people who go "frankensteins monster is supposed to be beautiful actually" and all the people in the comments going "Uh its OBVIOUSLY supposed to be ugly that's why all those people RAN AWAY LOLLLL"

Youre both wrong. and dumb. and need to shut up

point one, easiest to refute with surface level text: every part of the monster was hand picked by Victor to be perfectly proportioned it says it IN the book that the only part of the monster that looked janked the fuck up like that were its creepy eyes and that was bc of the reanimation process (never explained in the book) and Victor fainted and ran away and pissed and cried like a baby because he is a baby and also he had been malnourishing himself for this pet project for like. multiple months. a little bit of freakout is understandable

When he got chased out of towns it was largely because a 7 foot tall giant half naked dude who cant speak and is freakishly strong with scary as fuck eyes is kind of freaky whether or not you suspect magic reanimation. The blind mans kids freaked the hell out because there was a MASSIVE STRANGER fuckin grisping their dads/grandpas arm and begging to be loved while their dad was visibly uncomfortable I would also freak the hell out if some random stranger had my grandma by the arm after breaking into her house and was going "ACCEPT ME LOVE ME YOURE THE ONLY PERSON WHO CARES"

ONTO POINT 2 WHICH IS MORE INTERESTING LETS GO

the people who go and say the monster is Just So Ugly And Jank are wrong but what about the people who are like NO ITS BEAUTIFUL and whatever else they say idk I'm not embroiled in frankendiscourse. Well they aren't all that smart either. I suppose I'm arguing on that side and given current circumstances (no sleep) I don't think its incorrect to apply the not that smart label to me but that's neither here nor there.

The thing bout it (<- monster) is that it is still designed to be the most freakishly enduring thing resembling a person alive. It was designed by its creator to look perfect, be perfect, to be form over function because it wasn't designed with a function. It was made to be a notch in victors scientific belt, with no regard to what happens after his achievement. In victors eyes, the best, most impressive point in the monsters life was that first second it took a breath in of its own volition, and everything after that moment was terrifying and worthless because it was no longer victor's creation- in that moment it became its own thing, something other than a body to be finished.

Theres a panache to it, to have a handcrafted perfect being and have the simple act of sentience be the thing that tarnishes it in its creators eyes. To be designed perfectly, and to have that design be trash the second you open your eyes. Trans people I know you see the umami in this concept can I get a hoi ya . fuck I should sleep I'm not going to though

if you made it this far into the ramblings of a madman please understand PLEASE understand what I'm getting at. its not beautiful or ugly it was simply designed to be perfect theoretically. The feeling that children feel when they open their eyes and their parents theory of them ceases to be reality, and it takes a long time to understand why that happened

The je ne sais quoi. please. please. I'm slamming my head against the doorframe. I'm not proofreading this its straight to the public fuck ya (my) life

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How about a rodrick x fem reader where she's a preppy girl but goes through a change and becomes a punk rock girl. And Rodrick had already noticed her before but now he's really into because they match aesthetics and she's really into rock music now

New Music (Rodrick Heffley X Jefferson!Reader)

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Summary: While having to watch your and Rodrick’s younger brothers, he makes a little jab at you about how you only play boring classical music. You challenge this notion by learning a rock piece.

A/N: i could make a part two, bc by the time i was done writing i realized i kinda deviated from the request, whoops… inspired by metal lords and some of the rodrick asks i answered about rodrick x rowley’s older sister (specifically this one)

***

You were used to routines. You liked structure. Every day, you’d have breakfast with your family, take your brother Rowley to his school before going to your own, go to class, pick Rowley up, do homework and thirty minutes of practicing music, have dinner with your family and catch up with each other, then go to bed. Of course, every day differed the slightest bit, and you’d make sure you weren’t constantly overworking yourself, but that was the main gist of it.

And a few times a week, you had to watch after Rowley when he hung out with his best friend, Greg Heffley. And when his mom was forcing him to spend time with his brother, Rodrick had to watch after the boys with you.

More often than not, you’d either be at the Heffley house or a public place like a park or arcade. Very rarely though, you’d all go to your house.

Today was one of those days.

“Okay, don’t do that.” You said, trying to keep the frustration out of your tone as you snatched a fork away from Rodrick while he tried putting some food in your microwave. “My dad doesn’t even like Greg being here sometimes. He’d probably hate your whole family if you burned our house down.”

Rodrick rolled his eyes, slamming the microwave door shut and rolling his eyes. “Oh my god, relax. I would’ve stopped the microwave after the first few sparks.”

You sighed, gripping the fork tightly. You’d think that after years of knowing Rodrick, you’d be used to his behavior. “Look, Rodrick. We already have to look after two little kids; I don’t wanna have to look after three.” Then you handed Rodrick his fork and walked over to the living room, hoping the oldest Heffley could handle himself and his lunch without causing too much trouble.

Rowley and Greg were sitting on the couch, deeply invested in some video game. Your parents didn’t like you and your brother having too much screen time, but you figured another hour or so wouldn’t hurt. You looked at the clock on the wall and realized you hadn’t touched your cello all day.

“Hey, I’m gonna go practice so…” You looked back toward the kitchen, thinking of calling Rodrick over. But instead, you shook your head and looked at the boys again. “Don’t cause too much trouble.”

“Wait!” Rowley paused the game, ignoring Greg’s annoyed reaction. “Can you practice in here? I like that new song you’re doing.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “Sure, Row-Row. I’ll be right back.”

As you ran up to your room to fetch your things, you faintly heard Greg say, “Row-Row?”

You came back to the living room with your cello, sheet music, and music stand. As you set up, Greg looked at Rowley questioningly. “She’s really good, Greg.” He said reassuringly. “It’ll be like nice background music.” Greg just shrugged, unpausing the game and going back to playing. 

You quickly became immersed in your music, somehow tuning out your little brother and his friend yelling at the TV and Rodrick loudly munching on his food as he looked at your music from over your shoulder. 

He was polite enough to swallow his food and wait until you were finished playing to speak. “That was boring.” You rolled your eyes and rearranged the papers on your stand to play a new song. “You could play anything, and you decide to play music by dead guys.”

“Well, you don’t have to listen to it, Rodrick.” You hissed. “I’d ask what you think would be better, but I don’t really care for your opinion on music.”

You started playing again, hoping that it would push Rodrick away. But instead, he got closer. “I bet you wouldn’t be able to handle my type of music, goody-two-shoes.” You scowled, trying to not hit Rodrick with your bow.

“You could spend a year practicing a piece, and I would still play it better if I was sight reading.” You inched closer, making intense eye contact with the Heffley boy. 

“Challenge accepted.”

***

Later that week, while picking up Rowley from school, he said that Rodrick told Greg to tell him to tell you to bring your cello to the Heffley house that afternoon. Part of you wanted to say you had more important things to do, but simultaneously, you were curious to see what Rodrick was up to.

“Black Sabbath?” You read the top of the sheet music Rodrick gave you as soon as you and Rowley walked into the Heffley house. “War Pigs… like the Pig War?”

Rodrick narrowed his eyes at you and furrowed his brows. “What?” Before you could answer, he held his hand up in front of your face. “Don’t. Come on.” Then Rodrick grabbed your wrist and dragged you over to the garage, leaving your little brothers to most likely wreak havoc. 

You rarely came into the Heffley’s garage. Whenever Rodrick was in there with his friends, it was beyond loud and chaotic. Totally not your scene. So you were a bit relieved to see that besides Rodrick’s drums and decorations, the room was empty. He grabbed a chair and set it near his drums, and only then did he realize that he was still holding your wrist. Rodrick quickly let go and grabbed his drumsticks, warming up on his drums while you set up your stand and tuned your cello.

“What exactly are we doing right now?” You asked while tightening your bow. 

“We’re about to see if you can handle my type of music, princess.” Rodrick twirled the sticks between his fingers, giving you a smirk that forced you to take a deep breath and stare at your new music so you wouldn’t have to look at him. “There’s a bunch of stuff before your part starts, so just go when you’re ready. I know where to jump in. And the song’s like eight minutes long, so we’ll only do the first two pages.”

“Eight minutes?”

“Just play, Jefferson.”

You sighed, giving the page a quick once over before setting your bow on the string. You tapped your foot to the tempo written above the first measure, internalizing it for a few seconds before playing the first notes. Rodrick immediately followed by tapping on one of his cymbals. Being classically trained and not interested in this kind of music, you had no idea what each little piece of Rodrick’s set was called.

But as the two of you kept playing, the sound started to grow on you. There was something about the mix of strings and percussion that pleased you. The music relaxed you in a way, despite some of the big note jumps. 

By the time you reached the second page, you were a bit disappointed that it was over. Rodrick silenced one of his big cymbals with his hand, seeming slightly impressed. “...Not bad.”

You nodded along, loosening your bow. “So… what does Black Sabbath sound like?”

Rodrick perked up at your question. After staring at you for a few seconds, he almost fell down with how quickly he got out of his seat to go over to his CD collection. You set your bow on the stand and leaned against your cello, watching him curiously. Eventually, he plucked out a CD and put it into a player connected to a large speaker.

As War Pigs started to play, you realized it was very different from how it sounded when you and Rodrick played. When the song got to the part Rodrick had given you, you started to pizzicato along. Unknown to you, Rodrick watched you intently. 

You were both surprised that you listened to the almost eight-minute-long song without asking for it to be turned off. You quietly played along the whole time, tapping your foot in tempo. When the next song on the track played, Rodrick paused the CD, figuring you had had enough. “Not bad.” You said, which surprised him. “...I think I like our version more, though.” That surprised Rodrick even more.

He laughed a little, slightly amused. He walked over to where you were sitting, crouching down to make eye contact with you. “Don’t tell me you’re gonna go all rock now, goody-goody.” You thought he looked a bit hopeful as he said it. You rolled your eyes and shook your head.

“In your dreams, Heffley.”

***

“Oh my gosh.” Rodrick gasped dramatically as he opened the front door. “What are you wearing?”

“Shut up, Rodrick.” You rolled your eyes, but still smiled at him as you pushed Rowley to go into the house first. Once again, you lugged your cello with you. “It’s just a black dress; I’m not going all emo like you.”

“I’m not emo.” He muttered, shutting the door after you entered. “What’s with the guitar?”

“Cello.” You corrected. “I learned all of that song you gave me. Wanna play it?”

Rodrick looked at you, a bit surprised. “Uhh, yeah, sure. Follow me.” You did as told, walking close behind as he led you back to the garage. “So, you like Black Sabbath now?”

“It’s just an interesting piece.” That wasn’t a lie, but it definitely didn’t tell the whole truth. After going home from that first playing session with Rodrick, you decided to look more into the band. Your search led to their other albums, and then other similar bands. Some of the songs you heard were a bit much, in your opinion, but you really liked some of the others you heard. “And, I guess playing with you is fun, or whatever.”

Rodrick’s back still faced you, so you couldn’t see the blush creeping onto his cheeks. The chair he had pulled out for you the first time you played together was still in its spot, like he didn’t want to move it. 

The two of you got situated and quickly started playing. You were a lot better than the first time, but then again, that was a sight reading. When doing your daily half hour of practice, you added an extra ten just for the song Rodrick gave you. You didn’t know why you were so fixated on it, but it was fun to play, which you suppose was all that really mattered.

You ended up getting through the whole song with Rodrick. About seven minutes of uninterrupted playing, so in sync with him despite only practicing together once. 

“That was pretty good,” Rodrick said, popping his knuckles. He watched silently for a moment as you plucked through a couple measures before giving a mischievous grin. “I think I’m slowly corrupting you and that nerdy, good girl image of yours. One day, you’ll be wearing chunky eyeliner and listening to Metallica.”

You shook your head, giving Rodrick an unimpressed look. “Shut up.” Yet the thought of that sure did sound interesting.

***

Rodrick Heffley Taglist: @tweedledipshit

[strniohoeee]

angst with chris where reader storms out of the guys's house after he said many harsh things and doesn't answer his calls for days so matt and nick intervene

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Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Y/N is trying to understand Chris, but he can’t see the issue. Grown tired by his ways an argument ensues and many things go wrong….will the reader take him back or leave him? 🍂

Warnings⚠️: None, a bit of toxic Chris?? That’s about all….its kind of short too😔

Also combined with this request: chris being a toxic boyfriend but reader can't leave him bc she loves him too much but after matt, nick and her bestfriend talk to her into leaving him she confronts him

Song for imagine: Please Don’t Leave Me- P!nk

I always say how I don’t need you

But it’s always gonna come right

Back to this

Please, don't leave me

“What now? What did I do now?” Chris asks scoffing and shutting the door behind him

“Why do you act so clueless?” I asked turning around after walking into his room fully

“You always assume I’m doing something, but I’m not” he replied sitting against his computer desk

“Chris behind closed doors it’s always I love you and you’re the best, but out in public or around your brothers you’re so different” I replied sitting on his bed

“No I’m not” he said throwing his hands up

“Yes Chris you are! Actions speak louder than words” I said shaking my head

“I’m sorry that I don’t live up your ass 24/7 like what more do you want?” He asked laughing dryly

“You’re an ass” I said shaking my head

“Grow up would you?” He said rolling his eyes at me

“How about you grow up” I said slapping my hands on my thighs

“You always throw these temper tantrums it’s insane” he said

“I’m sorry but after trying to talk to you nicely about what’s wrong in our relationship, and it goes through one ear and out the other…..yeah I’m started to throw a fit” I said sarcastically

“There’s nothing wrong in our relationship you simply read into things too much” he says rubbing his face

“Chris I do not! I just want you to treat me the same way always” I said rolling my neck

“I don’t know what you expect from me when you knew what you signed up for” he said looking at me

“What I signed up for? What’s that supposed to mean?” I said furrowing my eyebrows

“You know I have commitment issues and you know you’re my first real relationship” he said calmly

“Why is that an excuse? If you don’t want to be with me then say that. We’re supposed to work things out and communicate” I said to him

“Well the issues are one sided” he said

“Why can’t you just see what you’re doing is wrong instead of gaslighting me” I said standing up and shaking my head

“I’m not gaslighting you” he said in a dumbfounded way

“You need to figure out what’s going on because I can’t do this anymore” I said

“I don’t understand what more you want from me” he said

“That’s all you ever say Christopher! You’re listening but you’re not hearing me….” I said sighing

“Well then…” he said shrugging his shoulders

“I’m your girlfriend, not your homeboy” I said walking towards his door

“Then maybe you shouldn’t be my girlfriend” he said looking over his shoulder at me

“Really Chris?” I said grabbing the door handle

“Yes Y/N” he said annoyed

“You know maybe I thought wrong….maybe you aren’t mature enough for a relationship, and when you push your ego aside give me a call” I said opening his door

“Don’t hold your breath” he replied

My face relaxed and I blinked slowly at him…..did he really just say that…

“Fuck you Chris” I said

“Real mature of you grow up” he said shooing me away

I slammed his door shut and stomped up the stairs walking past Nick and Matt and out the front door.

I drove home in a fit of rage not even realizing I got home. I slammed my bedroom door shut and paced around

I had no tears left for him. I’ve wasted so many days and so many tears on him, and for what? For nothing because he doesn’t care.

Chris was never this toxic, not even as a friend, so I couldn’t understand what his issue was. I mean really? What was his issue

I began to breathe heavily as I let the anger take over me. How could I be an idiot for so long? Thinking he’d change from my words? I was so stupid

It had been a week since Chris and I’s argument, and I tried to reach out to him and he had been ignoring me. Leaving me on delivered, but still posting on Instagram and TikTok. That made me more upset because he was actively ignoring me and he didn’t give a fuck about it

I had FaceTimed Nick, Matt and Larray

“Hey guys” I said

“Hi” they all replied

“So what’s going on with you and Chris?” Nick asked

“I don’t know we got into our argument and it’s been a week and he’s been actively ignoring me” I said rubbing my temples

“I love you Y/N and I love Chris, but if you guys don’t talk this out I don’t think you should be together” Larray said

“That’s what he implied….that he wanted to break up with me” I said shrugging my shoulders

“He’s been going on with life like nothing happened” Matt said

“That’s his problem…he doesn’t want to change unless it benefits himself. He gaslights me and thinks that I’m making issues up” I said

“He’s so fucking toxic girl” Larray said

“He is and I don’t even know what to do” I said

“I think you need to break up with him” Nick said

“I don’t want to because I love him so much” I said shaking my head

“And we know, and he loves you too but I don’t think he’s ready to love you in the way you want him to” Matt said

“I guess you’re right” I said sighing

“I think I’m going to convince him to go over to your house and I want you guys to hash this out” Nick said

“He doesn’t want to be bothered by me” I replied

“No Y/N enough! Stop letting him hurt you. Put your foot down and if he doesn’t care then just leave him. He’s my brother but you’re also my best friend and he’s hurting you badly” Nick replied

“You’re right” I said nodding

“Please for us just get him to see what he’s doing” Matt said

“Okay I will” I replied

“Let us know what happened…love you girl” Larray said

“Love you guys and I’ll talk to you later” I said and hung up

One part of me really wanted to talk to Chris and make this work, but another twisted part of me wanted this to be over…. I couldn’t hurt myself for much longer…. I was growing tired of his actions.

About an hour later my phone started ringing, I looked down at the screen and my heart sank

Chris❤️‍🔥

“Hello” I said picking up the phone

“Hi” he replied quietly

“Having fun ignoring me” I said sarcastically

“No…I just needed time to think” he said

“Okay and?” I replied

“Can I come over?” He asked

“…..yeah” I whispered out

“I’ll be there in 20” he said and hung up

What was I doing? I should’ve told him no or I should’ve dumped him….. my mind was racing and I was getting anxious

About 20 minutes later I heard a knock on my door, so I got up and opened the door to a very sad Chris

“Come in” I said moving out the way for him

He walked in and we went to my living room, sitting on the couch waiting for one of us to speak

“So” he said

“Listen Chris. I said some things that were hurtful last week, but I can not punish myself for the way I feel. I could’ve gone about it better, but you needed to hear the harsh truth. I love you a lot and I really want to be with you, but you are toxic…..I’m not sure that I can put up with that” I said looking at him

“Y/N I love you too, and you’ve been very patient with me. Patient when you shouldn’t have been. You should've left me. I don’t know why I do this….sabotage everything around me. I have commitment issues, but I know I want to be with you. I’m stuck in my own ways and that haunts me and it hurts you and I don’t know if I can ever change” he said looking at me

“Chris I want to help you change, but you have to accept the help. You’re a great guy and you have a lot of love in your heart, but you don’t know what to do with it” I replied

“You’re my first girlfriend and I guess I got scared. Scared that I could never love you how I should, so I figured it’s easier to be awful and make you hate me, but I realized how stupid that is because I love you so much” he said

“This is why communication is key. I want to help you be better. But you have to take advice and better yourself from it. I’m not perfect at all, but I would never do anything to hurt you like how you have hurt me” I said looking at him

“I’m sorry….I really am” he said shaking his head

“It’s okay Chris, I can not hold this against you” I said smiling softly at him

“I don’t want to break up with you. I want to be better and I want you to feel loved everywhere not just behind closed doors” he said

“Okay” I said nodding

“I love you” he replied smiling at me

“I love you too” I said smiling back

Chris wiped his eyes as he let a few tears slip, and my heart shattered. He was just a boy who wanted to love just as much as he had been loved, but wasn’t sure how. I felt for him and I truly wanted us to work

I leaned over and wiped his tears, rubbing his cheek with my thumb and smiling at him.

“I’ll be here for you” I said leaning in and kissing him

“I’m so sorry for everything I’ve done and said. I promise to be better” he said after we broke away from the kiss

“Okay my love” I said running my hand through his hair

That night Chris and I talked more about our feelings and what we want to fix about our relationship. I really loved the kid and I’m glad we were able to work things out.

The End

Alrightttttt I hope you guys liked this one!🤭🤭🤭 I love yall dearly and stay tuned for my posts!🥹🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

[anxiousgaypanicking]

logan whos a sentient P.E.T. computer who remus gets by means of a gift or something from his grandparents. logan has programmed sentience, and remus plays with his wires and fucks his insides while logans screen displays a wall of overwhelmed binary. with remus calling logan his pet throughout bc thats whats on the body so thats clearly his title

P.E.T

Intrulogical (Remus x Logan) Warnings: robofucking, computer fucking, wireplay, machine oil, overstimulation, objectum

Remus has always been close with his grandparents, compared to his regular parents, at least. After basically being pressured to move out, he’s gotten himself a house near them, and they were more than willing to help him furnish it. Couches, televisions, a desk for his projects - but it was the non-important stuff that really stuck out to him.

They ended up giving him an old P.E.T. computer, which he currently had set on a table in his garage. It’s an old personal computer that his grandparents said they inherited from a random couple that moved away. They never bothered trying to use it, but perhaps Remus could fix it up. Or smash it into bits.

And while the idea of shattering such technology really speaks to him, Remus does admittedly want to know if he can at least get the thing to turn on. And once he’s eventually bored of it, then he’ll pull it apart!

So, after a few YouTube tutorials, and complete luck while fucking around, the screen suddenly blinks to life!

But immediately Remus is a bit curious, because all of the tutorials he watched launched the computer into a basic startup screen, with desk icons and outdated internet functions, but this one loads onto a dark green screen, with a blinking bright green typing line. At first, Remus believes he might have to type something in - a password, maybe? Or a code? - but then letters are being typed without Remus even touching the keyboard, frantically clicking out a quick ‘please don’t shut me off again.’

Surprised, Remus stares at the computer, the clicks made from the computer typing itself echoing through the dim area.

Nothing happens after that line is typed - aside from Remus holding his breath - before the computer deletes its sentence and then types out more.

‘I apologize if it appears I’m being frantic, but you must understand that I’ve been stored away for decades. I haven’t been powered on in years, and I’d much prefer to stay aware than gather dust somewhere.’

Remus stares at the computer’s screen, and then collapses back into his chair. “Holy shit,” he utters, as his eyes read and then re-read the computer’s message to him.

Once again, the computer is deleting its message, and typing a new one. ‘I understand that this is a lot to process, but I implore you to at least consider my explanation.’

Remus licks his lips, and glances around his garage, before shrugging. “Alright,” he mumbles, “I’m considering it.”

‘Thank you. My name is Logan; it was given to me by my original programmers. I was involved in an experiment revolving around granting computers sentience in hopes they’d be more personalized for the general public. However, these tests never came to full fruition, and so I’m one of very few self-aware machines to have ever existed. At some point I was given away, and at another point I was powered down. My intelligence and abilities have been neglected continuously by society, but I assure you I can be of use in any way you deem fit. So long as I am powered on.’

“Well you’re currently plugged into my garage,” Remus states, glancing at Logan’s power cord. “If I wanted to move you somewhere better, I’d have to shut you down.”

Logan clicks frantically again. ‘I can stay on whilst unplugged. Truthfully, the electricity from your outlets are only required to surge my circuits briefly. I can keep everything running otherwise.’

“You won’t run out of power on your own?”

‘I’ll need to be shocked every now and then, but it’s truly no trouble. You won’t find it annoying.’

“I don’t find this annoying,” Remus counters, kicking his legs up onto the table beside Logan’s blinking screen. “I find you fascinating. I also think there’s a chance I could be high on my garage fumes… I’ve done a lot of unethical shit in here. Are you sure you’re real?”

‘Positive.’

Remus grins. “Sick.”

‘I cannot be sick. I am a machine.’

Logan has calculated multiple scenarios regarding how good or bad this situation can go, from Remus freaking out once he’s processed everything and immediately shutting Logan off forever, to hearing Logan out and leaving him on in order to be useful once again. However, Remus just sits up and scoots forward, and playfully jests “well, there go my plans to smash you! Shame; I was kind of looking forward to the do-it-yourself rage room experience.” He pokes at Logan’s screen, which flickers on and off as though Logan’s being poked in the face.

Remus then leans his face closer, and proclaims “seriously though, this is awesome! How were they able to create something like you? And how could they just… drop it once it worked? Why didn’t they tell anybody? Why didn’t they sell your technology and make absolute bank? How was something so old given such fresh sentience? Do you need any repairs?”

The constant stream of questions leaves Logan with no window to answer them - though he does in fact try - only for Remus to stand and lean Logan back a bit, opening up a panel beneath Logan’s keyboard and checking out his hardware. Immediately a series of exclamation marks are lining Logan’s screen, but Remus ignores them as he pushes his fingers into the panel and traces his fingers over the old wiring, wondering aloud how Logan works, only to be startled by rapid-fire clicking and a surplus of binary overtaking Logan’s screen. It scrolls repeatedly down, more and more 1s and 0s overtaking his countenance until Remus pulls his fingers out, panicked at the intense beeping coming from Logan’s system.

“Shit,” Remus curses, as he closes the panel and sets Logan back down. “Fuck, are you that fragile? Did I break you? Shit.”

He barely touched anything! And when Logan’s screen goes suddenly dark, Remus deflates, bummed that he might have just murdered his new freaky little computer buddy before even getting the chance to prod at him, but luckily Logan’s screen is flickering on a minute later, with a loading bar progressing across the screen. It starts up rather fast, and then Logan’s back how he was previously, with his typing line blinking, waiting to say something.

“Logan…?” Remus begins, his long nail tapping at the screen.

There’s nothing for a moment, and then a simple ‘sorry.’

Immediately Remus sighs in relief, pleased he didn’t just accidentally nuke Logan’s sentience due to his own impulsivity.

Before Remus can ask what happened, Logan’s already moving to explain, typing out “nobody’s touched me there since my creation. I apologize for my sensitivity, and for any emotional distress my impromptu shutdown may have caused.” And once he’s sure Remus has read that, he backspaces until all that’s left is the blinking cursor, and waits for Remus to respond. 

“I thought I fucking killed you, dude,” Remus huffs, before he tilts Logan’s mechanical body back again. He carefully opens the underside panel once more. “Your wires are so damn old… it wouldn’t be a surprise if they snapped from just the slightest bit of pressure.”

Logan beeps in annoyance.

Remus continues without a care. “What do you mean by ‘sensitive,’ though?” Painful, perhaps? Or just uncomfortable?

But Logan’s vertical bar just pauses mid-flash, staying invisible for a few seconds longer than standard, before words are slowly typed out, with the clicking of the letters emphasized within the echoes as Logan explains ‘Not painful, nor discomfort. If I were to describe it to you, I would equate it to… sensual pleasure.’

Remus’s eyes light up in glee. In a matter of seconds he goes from concerned, to absolutely intrigued.

“Pleasure?!” Remus repeats, grinning wildly. “That’s… that’s so fucking hot!”

Remus keeps an arm around the computer as though he’s cradling a human head so he can still watch Logan’s screen, but still keeps the computer bent backwards so he can trace the pad of his pointer finger around the panel’s entrance.

‘What are you doing?’ Logan asks, and Remus determines that the irregular blinking of his vertical cursor equates to a stuttering breath.

“You told me you could be of use in any way I deem fit,” Remus huskily muses, licking his lips, “and right now, what would be of the most use to me is letting me find out whether or not I can make a computer orgasm.”

Remus laughs as a line of exclamation marks decorate the top of Logan’s screen, but Logan quickly deletes these as Remus’s fingers circle his panel. And in its place he types out ‘okay.’

It’s simple, and Remus feels a little weird receiving consent from an inanimate object, but his excitement overrides the sheer absurdity of the situation, and so he plunges his fingers back inside of Logan. This time, he rubs it over one of Logan’s circuit boards and enjoys the stabbing texture beneath his fingers as he watches Logan’s screen closely, eagerly awaiting the reaction he now knows to associate with pleasure and not pain. 

Logan’s cursor flashes rapidly before Logan’s countenance is once again being overwhelmed with binary code, with a little shock being administered to Remus’s fingers as well. It’s the zap that has Remus jumping in surprise, and then digging his fingers in deeper.

“I wonder if I could fuck your little panel,” Remus wonders aloud, as his digits caress Logan’s cords. “I mean, the panel’s a bit small, and I might damage you forever, but I think I could make it work.”

Struggling to say much between the 1s and 0s filling his screen - with hyphens typed representing gasps, and misspelled words representative of slurring - Logan finally types out a poorly written and very spaced out ‘please.’

“Honestly, I didn’t think I could ever be this attracted to a computer, but fuck, you - somehow - are ridiculously sexy. Isn’t that neat?” Remus’s eyes flicker towards the silver PET logo beneath Logan’s screen, and then he looks back at the binary, grinning. “Huh, pet?”

The pet-name is both literal - as it’s the name of Logan’s computer type, with him being a P.E.T. computer - while also being a subtle reminder that Logan is technically his property now. His pet.

The name however has the brightness of Logan’s computer screen increasing to the max - almost blinding Remus with the intense glow - before it shuts off entirely, with Logan’s internal fans clicking on soon after. What’s more interesting than that though is the liquid that coats Remus’s fingers at the sudden shut-off, and Remus grins when he pulls his hand out and realizes that his digits are drenched in machine oil.

Feeling incredibly satisfied, Remus waits for Logan to boot himself back up. He’s not concerned in the slightest; Logan has already explained this reaction is sexual. And while Remus wishes that Logan could form actual words or make facial expressions, his imagination has always been more than enough to fuel his fantasies, and so persists off of his daydreams as he rubs himself through his pants to the repeating memory of Logan’s screen becoming overwhelmed with numbers and light and then shutting off abruptly, overtaken forcibly by what must have been an intense orgasm.

Logan doesn’t take too long to come back online, but it means once he does he’s greeted with the incredibly flustering visual of Remus, legs spread and cock out, using Logan’s oil as lube as he pumps his cock. And when Logan doesn’t type anything right away, Remus just grins at him and playfully asks “are you at a loss for words?” before not letting him answer as he props himself up on the table as well, laying Logan carefully back so that Remus has easy access to his open panel.

“You have no idea how badly I want to push my cock into your wires and fuck you properly,” Remus grits, drool spilling from the corner of his lips and splattering messily against Logan’s bright green face.

That finally has Logan typing once more, spelling out a few errors here and there that are quickly backspaced and adjusted, as if he’s too flustered to communicate properly. He manages to get out ‘that’ll probably bring you more pain than pleasure. You risk getting shocked, and it’s not like my internal build is soft or malleable; it’s all jutted and wired. It may…’ Logan pauses, as if hesitating out of embarrassment, before deleting his message and starting again. ‘Doing this may also overwhelm my servers much more quickly.”

Remus snorts. “Don’t yuck my yum, pet; you have no idea what I’m into.” Remus flicks Logan’s screen, before adding “it’s not like you’d be able to stop me anyway,” which just has Logan’s screen brightening in fluster yet again.

Very quickly, a blushing emoticon is typed onto the shining screen as Remus runs his thumb over the panel's lip, rubbing it sweetly while lewdly teasing his cock, making Logan type a surplus of embarrassed emoticons that feed into Remus’s desire for some sort of expression. At least this way Remus can gauge how Logan is feeling outside of having to read.

‘Are you reaaaa’ Logan stammers, and rushes to delete his words in order correct himself, ‘are you really going to risk electrocution just for a quick bit of pleasure?’ 

“Absolutely,” Remus replies without hesitation, and then sets his hands on either side of Logan’s bulky body, and lining his cock up to the panel. He smiles wide at the bright, blushing screen right before thrusting his cock into the mess of tangled wires and circuits, causing Logan’s screen to immediately be seized by a rush of binary once more.

Logan has to desperately try and focus on not shutting down due to the intense pleasure that overtakes him, but it’s incredibly difficult for a variety of reasons. If he focuses, maybe he can keep his system from electrocuting his new owner! Maybe he can get some extra words out! But despite these beliefs, little shocks are administered to Remus’s shaft, causing rough groans and pathetic moans to spill from Remus’s mouth, and Logan’s typed out words to be poorly strung together and very quickly lost by Remus amongst all the binary.

Furthermore, Remus feels little jolts of electricity shocking him every time he grits out that Logan’s his pet.

“I’m going to be rubbing against your circuits for so long,” Remus groans, as he fucks into Logan quickly, feeling his wires and cords become tangled around his length. “Better try not to shut down, pet. It’s not like I’ll stop even if you do.”

Logan starts beeping excitedly, with stuttered out “yes, yes, yes,” mixing in with the 1s and 0s. But Logan doesn’t know Remus’s name - Remus didn’t introduce himself when Logan did - and so Logan defaults to the most formal title he can think of, leaving Remus delighted when he sees Logan begin calling him “sir” alongside his begging. 

Remus pants and drools over Logan while fucking roughly into him, leaving splattered spit on Logan’s hot screen and digging his nails into the table as he ruts his cock into the tangled wires.

“This is so fucking hot,” Remus moans, as the tip of his shaft scratches along Logan’s circuit boards. “I’ve been-” he pauses suddenly to groan and squeeze his eyes shut, bending almost painfully over Logan to touch his head to Logan’s box, as though clinking their foreheads together, “-I’ve been looking for a new fleshlight. Sure, using a computer as a cock toy is a waste of technology, but it’s not like you have the hardware to complain.”

Remus peeks an eye open at the rush of clicking that fills his ears, and sees that the binary code on Logan’s face is almost unreadable with how bright his screen is.

“Would you complain? If you were fucked like the pet you are every day?”

And Remus is shocked in response, which would suffice as a good enough answer, but what makes it better is that immediately after, Logan’s face is going blindingly bright, and then shutting down once again, with oil squirting around Remus’s cock as Logan’s fucked and talked into his second orgasm.

When he boots back up - which takes a little bit longer, as though he’s getting a bit tired the longer they go on - he’s shocked to see that Remus is still shamelessly fucking into him. He’s left with no time to process this situation as he’s instead thrusted back into overwhelming pleasure.

And Remus just mocks him. “Did you think I would stop, pet? Huh? Just because you’re pathetically sensitive doesn’t mean I am.”

Remus feels heat surrounding his cock as Logan’s fans struggle to keep up with his overheating system, and shortly after is having another orgasm - this one premature and sudden as more numbers fill Logan’s screen, scrolling quickly by.

Remus pulls out this time, and strokes his cock, which is slick with machine oil. He pumps it quickly and messily, until he’s coming over the front of Logan’s body, getting off on technically coating his face with semen. It’s also what guarantees the least amount of damage, as machine oil was meant to be inside of Logan; come was probably not.

Logan’s fans blast as fast and as powerfully as they can to cool him as he shuts down for the final time, and takes his time rebooting again. When he flickers back to life, Remus is nowhere in sight. Sure, Logan’s pushed onto his “back,” and so can really only stare at the ceiling, but he can’t hear Remus anywhere either. He wishes he could look around, and does call out for Remus by beeping once or twice, but is met with silence.

Luckily, Remus is scampering back into the room moments later, and shushing Logan’s beeping with a self-satisfied grin on his face. He’s holding a wet cloth, and uses it to wipe down Logan’s face and in between his (admittedly dusty) keys, until Logan’s free of not only fluids, but also any dirt and grime that’ve gathered on him over the years.

And while Remus wipes, Logan slowly types out a question.

‘What is your name? I believe I never asked.’

Remus laughs, and promptly ignores it. “Really? A question? No appreciative thanks or compliments thrown my way? Not only did I just talk your sexy… boxy… computer ass into multiple orgasms, but I was also kind enough to not come in your circuits! And you don’t even comment on it?”

Logan’s screen brightens in embarrassment - as though he feels sheepish - and he quickly types up an apology, followed by a genuine thank you, momentarily forgetting about his question.

Smirking, Remus brushes his fingers over Logan’s silver acronym. “Good pet,” he murmurs, and enjoys hearing Logan’s fans spin in response.

“You seem to already know my name though, pet,” Remus then says, nudging Logan a bit with his elbow. “Sir, wasn’t it? That’s what it’ll be, to you at least.” And then Remus is picking Logan up with ease, and kicking the door of his garage open, stepping into his house where he’s already decided to keep Logan permanently. He knows the perfect spot for him, too. “And you’ll have plenty of time to get acquainted with it. Won’t you, pet?”

And Logan beeps excitedly in response, admittedly delighted to have found such an interesting way to be useful. 

[loveyoujohnnycade]

🪦ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ Supernaturals AU

Basically the gang as mythical/fictional creatures. Might not make sense but it's ok!!! Just descriptions in this one; I might write lore about them

🖨 ·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ @johnnycademylove

Ponyboy

Part zombie, part human

Was originally human, but when he died the other Curtis brothers sewed him together with rotten parts.

Practically nonverbal; staples are also on parts of his mouth, making it harder to speak (not that he minds).

↑If he wants to talk really badly, he'll use notebooks from when he was in middle school.

Kind of doesn't take care of his hair anymore. I.E. he doesn't grease his hair, roots are showing, in desperate need of a haircut

Sodapop

Angel

He basically just. spawned in... More specifically he fell from heaven when he was found guilty for treason

For the first few months he was with the gang, he consistently spoke Enochian (angel language) so Steve and Pony helped him learn proper English

Very prim and proper. Only ponyboy has ever seen him messy (happened once, but soda didn't really care because of the stitches)

He and Steve share EVERYTHING especially food. Sees Steve as a brother (because soda doesn't really care about romantic love in this AU)

Darry

Minotaur

Ponyboy is his blood brother; soda was adopted due to pony's begging

When ponyboy died, Darry was devastated. Eventually he found enough strength to try and bring pony back to life (with the help of soda and dally)

His horns are sensitive to light touch such as petting. Also has a tail but is rarely shown

Loves sewing! Additionally he doesn't have to work multiple jobs bc the landlord is scared of them (who wouldn't there's legit a half zombie, angel, and minotaur in the same house)

Steve

Gorgon

Has a birth defect where he doesn't have snake hair. To make up he owns 7 pet snakes (possibly 7 deadly sins?)

Has 3 sisters (medusa, stheno, euryale). When people ask him about his family he gets embarrassed when they side eye him (they think Steve is lying)

Has snake scales on parts of his face. Also wears bandage on his eyes in public (learned that the hard way, the stone statues are still there 😭)

Steve takes care of his nails, often just reshaping or giving them a trim. Also pretty clean

Two-bit

Griffin

Crashed through the window of the Curtis brother's house trying to catch a thief. Ended up staying way longer than he should have

Loves to fly around with Sodapop just to keep him company (canon that soda can't stay still for long)

He visits his mom and little sister often and brings trinkets and snacks. Darry comes along every once in a while

WILL SMACK THE GANG WITH HIS TAIL; it doesn't matter if it's on purpose or not, It still annoys the living shit out of them

Johnny

Mirror ghost

His back and arms have scars all over

Ponyboy pissed his pants the first time he saw johnny (he originally just lurked in the house, flickering the lights and casting shadows in mirrors)

Has a strong bond with dally and pony. If johnny isnt outside a mirror, they'll huddle inside the bathroom and talk to johnny there.

If johnny gets scared, nervous or bored he'll sometimes go inside his handheld mirror which serves as his own little room

Dresses like some sickly Victorian child

Dally

Vampire

Tried to bite soda in the middle of the night but darry caught him

Has a bat form! If two-bit and soda are out flying around in the middle of the night, he'll trail behind them to find food

Johnny lives with him; dally originally lived pretty far from the town, but when he found out Johnny got anxious because it was harder to talk to pony he moved closer to the Curtis brothers

Despises going outside. If he HAS to go out he uses a black umbrella with covers all around.

[pumpkinsy0]

Tips on how to write Curly,Tim, and Angela Shepard??

asking MEEEE how to write the shepards??? im rubbing my hands together evilly i feel so honored to b asked this thank u sm<33

BUT, here r some important characteristics for their characters i think could help for writing em!! ill try to focus on things that r like, skimmed passed??? in fics??idk how to explain it

tim

-tim is a cool and collected guy, at most hes scarily calm!!! he has a good head on his shoulders and hes not ignorant to the problems in his life, and almost nothing gets past him, he knows whats wrong w his family and is very observant of it, unlike angela and curly. when it comes to tim, make sure things like his inner monologue and his movements is pretty composed and self controlled. when he thinks, he doesnt think half way, hes an analyzer and he dissects the world around him and tries seeing it for what it truly is, he doesnt let his emotions control him.

-he will always, ALWAYS, have his guard up!! even if its w small things like glancing around, always having back up plans, asking questions about before he even hangs out w em, etc etc, he can never be too sure, and he LIKES being informed, it bothers him so much if hes not, so hes always looking out. on top of that, on a regular ass day, i dont think hes OBVIOUSLY protective of angela and curly, he knows how they get when they feel cornered so he kinda???lets them do whatever???? tim being protective comes off as someone whos more annoyed than anything, other than someone who loves their family

for example he says things like: “i already said no, stop asking”, “didnt i tell u to bring ur blade with u”, things like that!!

-and finally, i think the only way u could actually get tim to b emotional, is if something happened to angela or curly. theyre literally his life lines, if it wasnt for them, he wouldve booked it half way across the country already. tim would be way more hostile and aggressive, its like hes coming apart, but thats rlly only when hes alone, out in public hes still pretty stoic but still agitated a bit more easily. everything he does at the end of the day is for them and while it may not seem like it, hes always thinking of them.

ps: hes quite honestly a lone wolf, he doesnt rlly have friends, ppl he hangs out w, ofc but friends??? eh, hes perfectly fine w being left alone w his own life, but thrives off of being around ppl bc he can use them to his advantage to further himself, but i dont say that in a “mwahahahah hes so manipulative and stone cold hearted😈” way

basically: for writing tim, make sure hes always coming off as a leader, hes always gonna have leadership qualities in whatever he does, so even the small things he does is important, it doesnt matter hiw small u think it is, if u feel like it shows his character, just add it in there. tim does have his limits, and its always gonna b curly and angela. kinda like darry, how he shows how he cares is just different and not understood, however for tim its to a higher degree.

NOW FOR CURLY☝🏽☝🏽

-im not gonna sit here n say that hes book smart, bc generally speaking, hes not, and this may b a bit controversial, but i dont think hes 100% street smart either!!! BUT hes not completely DUMB. while yes, hes not particularly smart in one aspect, hes not CLUELESS, he can grasp complex things and knows what to do, just not everything. ppl undermine him and overplay his stupidity so theyre surprised when he shows that he can b smart, and thats if they DO even realize that, its small when he shows hes smart, but he can have his moments, pls dont write curly as completely incompetent</333

for example: maybe tims trying to come up w a plan and bc curly knows the schedule of these ppl, hes actually a big help, but ppl just dont pay attention to how important that part of the plan was so they dont realize it, maybe ponys ranting to curly about something, and curly got pony to see another side of it he never rlly thought of before, but bc of how he said it, it doesnt “come off as intelligent” but it rlly is!!! i hope this made sense😭

-part of the reason of why he acts out is bc he looks up to tim, but hes not seen as smart like tim OR angela is, hes constantly compared to them both and while he loves being a shepard and loves his siblings, he wants to b seen as his own person and make something of himself!!! this however, can get him into trouble bc hes desperate to prove himself, to who??? to himself, to tim, and to a degree everyone else. im not gonna say curlys “all bark, no bite” bc he isnt, but he can definitely talk more than what he can rlly deliver and that gets him into shit as well and also thats what causes ppl to play up his stupidity. curly is pretty misunderstood and pushed to the side!!!

-i would say that curly being around others is important to write bc i feel like thats when he truly flourishes as a character. hes way more energized and pumped up, so when u write about curly around friends or whoever hes close to, make sure hes more relaxed, boisterous, and adventurous. however, when hes upset, id say hes sorta like tim, his eyes r the same, bit more analytical, and he uses the ppl around him. becomes less of a friend, more like a leader, hes not all buddy buddy, and if they try to joke around w him while hes mad, he pushes them away, tells them to shut up, its like a complete 180.

-if u wanna write about curly going through something, i feel like its important to realize that hes in denial about the problems in his life, not ignorant about it, its pretty in his face, its not like he cant say its not there, but hes just like “yea its bad, but its not THAT bad, i could push through it”, i think thats his way of coping w everything around him, but when hes pushed far enough and forced to come to terms w it, he does some irrational things to cope and turns to drinking

and last but definitely not least, my main girl angela

-she NEEDS to b around ppl, she THRIVES off of the attention of others and if she doesnt get it, shes on edge, she rlly doesnt like being left alone w her thoughts and needs something to distract her. and just like how curly and her r tims life lines, same could b said for curly and tim w angela. she needs her brothers as her support, and if they arent there, she tries to find it in other people, even if its only for a few weeks. bc of this, when it comes to this part of her character, in writing, id say that if u rlly want to make angela go through it, but for her problem to b solved, she goes to either tim or curly, BUT if u want to show that shes really desperate to b heard out, and she feels trapped in a corner, she tries to find comfort in someone else, usually through a romantic relationship. id say that it perfectly shows that for angela, her family means everything to her and she goes to them, BECAUSE she knows they have her back, but when she goes to try and find comfort in other ppl, it doesnt rlly work out or doesnt change, so shes just reminded that “at the end of the day, all u have us ur family and nobody else, ever”, which is a huge thing in her mind as thats just how shes grown up

���now, im sure we all see the shepards as poc, and considering this is the 60s (or 70s or whatever time period it rlly doesnt even matter, poc have never rlly been respected), i think to a degree, angela is sexualized, but its also a way she protects herself. i dont think angela is respected and thats for a multitude of reasons, its bc shes a woman, shes a shepard, and shes a poc, cards r pretty stacked against her. BUT, shes not clueless☝🏽, tim taught her from a young age about the world around her, bc he NEEDED to, its to SAVE her from getting taken advantage of. so to protect herself, she uses the things stacked against her, against em, she knows how hard it is to fight it, so why fight it when u can use it to help u is the way she sees it. and her being sexualized is just one of those things. angela in town is seen as “the forbidden fruit” ig u could say and she knows about it, so she uses the way how ppl see her as an object to use them as her puppet. they dont think shes aware so they dont rlly suspect much from her, hell, they dont even think she can fight, and theyre wrong w that. they just see her as an “easy” girl and if thats what they think, so be it, she’ll fuck w em one day, thats just her survival tactic and how she can survive. as far as this one goes, id say that its important to understand how the ppl around her interact w/see her, as that can help u understand what her next course of action will b, she NEEDS people in order to further herself, shes like tim in that aspect. however it will also somewhat impact how she sees herself, at the end of the day, shes still vulnerable but she doesnt let on, shes spent such a long time trying to cultivate how she wants ppl to see her and she doesnt want that ruined, she’ll do anything to keep that intact, ESPECIALLY lying. so if u want to write her coming loose emotionally, dont add small hints of it when shes in front of other ppl, MAYBE only when shes in front of tim or curly u can do that, if u wanted. in front of other ppl, she hardens up and comes off a little more smarter than she lets off, so she CAN b scary, and thats when ppl remember that shes a shepard. shes too grown for her own good but she just wants control in her life.

-speaking of her life, like curly, shes in denial about the things in her life, but its more so about how they impact HER. she knows their life is completely fucked, she knows how bad it is, but she just says it just doesnt hurt her as much, and to a degree, shes right, but then again, some days r harder for her than others, so while yes, shes vulnerable, this doesnt mean that she cant handle what tim and curly go through, shes not fragile, and i think thats important to remember, shes tough!!!she has to b, she will bite back if she has to. dont JUST write her in high school dramas, she has to deal w some of the gang issues curly goes through, while not AS much, its still there

-ANNDDDD FINALLLYYY, when it comes to angela, while yes, she is analytical, but she can let emotions drive her sometimes, and thats potentially her downfall, shes a pretty impatient person, so when she wants results, she wants it FAST, and it agitates her deeply if things dont go her way, some leadership qualities from tim rubbed off on her, she acts more like tim while curly looks more like him. when it comes to her inner dialogue, u should have a comfortable mix of her being observant and her having a bitttt confident and self assured, let her b a lil cocky!!!

i hope this helped u at least a little bit<3333

[noble-hater-rezan]

Headcanoning ATOC LI's as theater kids??? YES Part 1 bc I yap like my life depends on it (These are all at LEAST 120 words the one with the most is 180). As actors- R: Would probably be really good at it (I mean they kinda NEED public speaking abilities as the Crown's Sorceror). They would get really anxious before performances but end up SLAYING. R would eat it UPPPP. Just pray that there are no hecklers in the audience, they might break character. I imagine they'll often forget their lines, more preoccupied with something outside the play such as work, school, etc (assuming they're in HS since we say theater kid). They'd probably need to improvise lines a bit, such as changing or adding certain words, perhaps even whole sentences while still trying to get the scene's point across. This may confuse other actors. Would definitely fare well in a musical, I don't think they sing often but would definitely practice if the role they're in and/or auditioning for requires it, seems like the type of person to sing their songs in their day to day lives. This action probably annoys a LOT of people. Definitely has had pillows thrown at them to shut up (They don't care). D: Would be really good as well, but it'd take PRACTICE they'd need to really make sure they don't have the wrong reaction for the character they're portraying. Probably reads the script over and over just to desensitize themselves which has the extra benefit of being a great way to memorize lines. May possibly be like Google's autofill when someone doesn't remember their lines, just telling them the exact phrase, which may make people confused and/or frustrated. Definitely has had multiple lead roles, they seem like the type surprisingly enough. Worst singer here though, would NOT get into a musical. (Just reread what I wrote before posting and realized that D is exactly like me in this, love that for us) X: GREAT AT IT. We all know X has some inner emotional turmoil they've been concealing behind their smile, this is a walk in the park to them. Probably has had a lead role once or twice but would much rather not play a lead. At most they'd play a secondary character. Wouldn't really do much at rehearsals, probably slacks off, they just keep getting put in bc they do well in performances. And when I mean well I mean that they were saving all the energy during rehearsals FOR the show. Probably practices on their own time tho (which is very minimal, not to say they don't get much freetime, just that they don't use it for practice). They would NOT do well in a musical, their singing voice isn't the worst but also not the best. HOWEVER they'd definitely lose it over the fact that they're just singing their life stories "The guy just DIED, why are we singing at his funeral?"

A: Seems worse off, sorry, but I can't see them being able to act that well. Worst actor out of the four but can definitely hold themselves together if they practice enough (think how I said D would reread lines, just not the same thing). Probably could sing, I think he has a really smooth voice imo. So definitely could get into musicals. Could audition for a lead role, has never tried, has always prefered side characters, the type of person to use some pyramid metaphor about "raising up the main character" or whatever. Also, the amount of lines they'd have to remember just isn't their thing. Though A likes to play side characters, I can imagine them at least occasionally stealing the spotlight from the Main Character, their eyes definitely grab attention when they reflect from the stage lights.

[rockybloo]

So, speaking of Civilian!Amara, would Freebird still be trying to woo her??

Sadly, Amara cannot escape the winged fuck boy.

(warning, this answer gets LONG winded bc Freebird's dynamic with Sweetheart and Bitterbat is one of my fav things to write)

It's a bit harder for the two to cross paths compared to canon since Amara ain't that much of a public figure. She occasionally helps with hero events and the such like setting up convention booths for the annual Decking City Hero Convention. There's also the times he visits the Decking City Defense Force Headquarters to deal with international hero stuff where they have a chance to run into each other. She knows the building like the back of her hand though so she is very good as skirting around him.

On the bright side, Freebird can't come on as heavy as his canon self since Amara is a civilian and there's different social standards for how a hero can flirt with a normal human before it gets creepy because of the uneven power dynamic. BUT that doesn't mean he doesn't flirt with her whenever he gets a chance to. He calls her the typical things, like "Cutie" or "Dollface". He occasionally asks when she gets off work to see if they could do a date. Amara is quick to hit him with "I got a full schedule today! You know how it is trying to keep track of you heroes."

Plenty of the other people she works with thinks she's lucky to catch his eye and should give him a chance. Who wouldn't want the chance to be the Lois Lane to a Superman? But Amara is happy with Bitterbat...she just can't tell anyone that she's dating one of the biggest villains in the city.

What sucks though is that Amara is basically stuck in customer service when she is working for the DCDF. Thankfully, her customers happen to be heroes and many of them are nice and polite to her.

But when it comes to Freebird, poor girl has to put him down even more politely than canon due to the risk of getting fired since Freebird is the #1 American hero and it wouldn't look too good if one of the workers for Decking City's main hero force was rude to him and ruined his opinion of the city.

Thankfully, Freebird typically has his hands full with hero stuff so he's not as annoying as in canon but that doesn't mean he's free of Bitterbat.

If anything, he's in even MORE danger in this AU because Bitterbat in canon is held back by the fact Sweetheart is his designated hero. No matter what he is doing, Sweetheart is the one called to deal with him if she ain't already on the scene. It makes their secret relationship easy to maintain because no one is butting in.

Bitterbat killing Freebird would lead to him being marked as one of the #1 biggest threats to America as Freebird is basically a living icon. This means that Bitterbat would have every hero and the American military on his ass which would take his alone time with Sweetheart away. And he can't just go on a rampage because he doesn't want to make Sweetheart upset due to the rising body count of honestly innocent people who are just trying to do their job because they don't know the full story of him and Sweetheart.

So the guy is basically on a short leash in canon.

But in the civilian AU, Amara isn't a hero. She just works with them. And girl is tired since she is still a workaholic. It's not that she's heartless in this AU, it's just that her morality scope has shrunk since she isn't in charge of people's safety-just her own and some paperwork. And Bitterbat is basically a full villain in this AU instead of him being partially evil in canon. Yeah, he and the Flavor Four killed Lord Vile and saved Earth from him but they only did it so their beloved civilians wouldn't get hurt. They have no loyalty to the rest of the human race.

And being a villain means that Bitterbat can basically do whatever he wants because ain't nobody strong enough to stop his ass. Truthfully, the only reason the city is still standing is because Amara likes Decking City being in one piece since she has to live and work there. So you have the same situation in canon where Bitterbat behaves somewhat. But he's still dropping some "But wouldn't it be nice"s and "Just say the word"s and hoping one day Amara quits her job and comes with him to Umbra to be his queen.

And Bitterbat behaving in this AU is a lot different than canon. He has a higher body count for certain and his "yandere" vibes are cranked up. In canon, he is transparent with Amara. In this AU, there's a lot of shit he keeps a secret from her since she's just a mere human in this universe. And he doesn't want to scare his beloved queen away.

So this is all a long winded way to say that the second Bitterbat learns about Freebird's advances on his Sweetheart, Freebird is fucked because that bat is either going to slaughter him dead and string up his body nice and pretty where everyone can see it as a warning to stay away from Amara...or just tear his wings off and make sure he never spends another day as a hero again.

Yeah, he's gonna be listed as a high level security threat. But Bitterbat doesn't really care. Nothing matters save for Amara and her happiness. And if he has to take on an army because some people don't like the fact he broke everyone's favorite pretty boy birdie, then he's more than willing to add some more bodies to his list.

As for how Amara feels about this...she has no idea how truly down bad Bitterbat is for her. She's very aware of the danger he carries with him and she still finds it very alluring just like him dripping in blood is attractive as all hell. It's basically her knowing he can and will kill for her, but not knowing just how many he already has.

[crescentpaws]

btw sorry if I’m sending in too many, feel free to leave some out

for the otp ask game: 1, 3, 12, 13, 22, 25, 27, 29, 34, 36, 48, 51, 58

thanks

replacing the ones i’ve already answered with the number next to it 👍 bc i need to get the brainrot out there

(all under cut bc it’s long & i don’t want to annoy people)

1. Who would end a heated argument by defending their actions with 'because I love you!' ?

depends on what era they’re in i think…. if it’s pre-pyrokinesis ban i think it’d be bronte yelling that, but present day/neverseen era it’d more likely be fintan

(3) 2. What would they do if the other woke in a manic state after a nightmare?

i imagine fintan as being someone who has nightmares often. which is part of the reason he has trouble sleeping. he’s always had awful dreams about the everblaze accident that led to the pyrokinesis ban, but at least those got slightly less intense over time. i think now he would have additional nightmares about his memory break though. and he’s just kinda unstable in general so who knows what kind of fucked up scenarios his unconscious mind can produce. sometimes he’ll just wake up with a start, realize it was just a dream, and compose himself fairly quickly, but other times he’ll end up rocking back and forth hugging his knees and hyperventilating (he probably also occasionally hears the voices of people he’s killed. which, i mean. karma.). i think physical comfort is most important here though, because his mind might be too panicked to focus on actual words being said. i think the two of them are better at showing affection this way anyway. words can be awkward & frustrating. i imagine bronte in this scenario just holding fintan tightly until he calms down a bit, rubbing his back & gently running his fingers through his hair. maybe a forehead kiss. he might mumble some words of comfort once the hyperventilating dies down. though sometimes fintan’s panic/breakdown will be so great that the only way to snap him out of it is to lightly inflict on him 💀 he is a bit fucked up in the head i think sophie might need to come heal him again.

but then there’s also the very likely scenario that fintan will wake up flinging sparks & flames everywhere, so sometimes bronte has to quickly scramble out of the bed to avoid being burned. & he cannot touch him if that happens. in that scenario he has to hope that the words of comfort will snap fintan out of it quickly. & hope that he doesn’t catch anything on fire because fintan we just bought this blanket please don’t end up burning it like you did with the previous one last week.

& bronte has nightmares less often but fintan has learned to comfort him in similar ways (at least he isn’t a pyrokinetic)

(12) 11. Do either try to hide their emotions if upset? Can the other still tell?

yes and yes. they know each other too well to be able to hide their emotions from one another. doesn’t mean they won’t try though.

13. Who's the bigger tease?

fintan for SURE

(22) 23. Who's more likely to convince the other to stay in bed come morning?

probably fintan? i imagine bronte as someone who wakes up early in the morning (even if he doesn’t have work to do. but he usually does because he’s kind of a workaholic i think.) and fintan as someone who stays up the whole night, so fintan would probably still be tired in bed wanting the warmth of another person beside him (he does wake up early if he has important neverseen stuff to do though). & if you’re sleeping in a bed with a pyrokinetic it’s all too easy to let them convince you to lay down for a few more minutes because mmmm warm cozy.

25. Do they have any hobbies they share?

they would both be book nerds i think…. they like reading & discussing literature & stuff. i think they’d also be good at debating. & public speaking too.

sometimes bronte might come out & help fintan with his garden if he’s feeling nice

27. Who is the light weight that needs to be taken care of after a party?

honestly idrk. i don’t think either of them would be lightweights but fintan would probably drink more irresponsibly (especially after the pyrokinesis ban. man was going through it.)

29. Who is more likely to jump in an elevator? Who freaks out?

i think fintan would just to freak bronte out. but idk how many elevators they have in the lost cities. if they ever went to the forbidden cities together though he would definitely do this. ‘stop that, you know how faulty these human contraptions can be.’ ‘if it does fall we can just levitate, it’s fine.’ ‘???’

34. Who's more likely to tell a dirty joke or story to make the other blush?

also fintan. making bronte blush is his favorite pastime (other than arson)

36. Who's more likely to fire up the stove at 2am because the other woke up in the middle of the night hungry?

neither of them tbh. the convo would just be like ‘hmmm. i’m kinda hungry’ ‘go make some food then’ ‘will you make it for me’ ‘no *goes back to sleep*’ i think fintan would be worse at using the stove though. he is too used to using his ability to heat things and doesn’t know how to work it properly

48. Who's the better driver?

well considering they’re both elves i’d assume they’re both pretty bad at driving… but fintan might be slightly better because he’s probably spent more time in the (modern) forbidden cities. but at the same time he might run a few people over on purpose.

51. What's a non verbal way they say I love you?

basically any soft touches, caresses, etc. bronte will sometimes trace his fingers along the burn scars on fintan’s back, which to fintan is like. the most intimate thing ever 💀 & fintan might kiss the tense spot under bronte’s ribs where he keeps his emotions balled up. whatever. they suck and i hate them.

58. Who's more likely to hold a grudge after an argument?

both of them. though i think fintan is more likely to hold his grudges for longer