#living at some point. and hating a part of my body does NOT help with surviving and wanting to surving and living. so

[unforgivable-thatswhatiam]

Thank you for your really interesting reply! 🤓

I took some time to read, understand and think about it. So, I sincerely hope I’m not being too confusing in this too long post, and that I’ll manage to make myself understood, since English is not my first language and the subject matter (a little joke there) is quite complex! I apologize in advance if I don’t succeed, and for the inevitable long-windedness. Hope you don’t hate me for my hyperfixation 🙈

Let me begin with this: my work is deeply rooted in the subtleties of language and content, often focusing on what might be dismissed as hair-splitting. That’s also the approach I bring to the world around me — and, by extension, to my perception of TV series. If I don’t dig into even the smallest detail, I feel like I have no complete picture, and ultimately no understanding at all. That’s one of the reasons I adore GO! What makes my heart sing, beyond the beautiful story of love and humanity, are the astonishing expressive powers of the two protagonists together and all the tiny unanswered details. With every rewatch, I’m thrilled to spot something I hadn’t noticed before — something I’ve never experienced with any other series. 💕

So, in my response, I’ll start with what is simplest for me: I believe “celestial wages” are the miracles that angels are allowed to perform. Think of Aziraphale in the cell: true, he hadn’t run out entirely—as his miraculous tailoring shows, and he clearly wanted Crowley to notice him—but he really had to scrimp on his miracles (and is always scolded for being frivolous with them).

And I find that idea poetic and symbolic: the currency of angels is their magic...

That’s why Aziraphale loves human magic: it has no price, it’s earned through one’s own effort, and it’s free to express itself without limits—except those imposed by one’s own ability and willingness to take risks. To him, all of humanity is magic: humans have so little time, yet they manage to achieve so much. They can create wonders like Shakespeare and Leonardo, and be remembered centuries later even if they weren’t famous or brilliant (like Mr. Dalrymple). Meanwhile, Aziraphale and Crowley, who don’t fully share in this magic and only partially understand it, walk the Earth beside humans but are only remembered deeply by those they directly help, like Elspeth and Maggie’s family. I see indeed our beloved pair a bit like fans at a comic con: they have to make do with autographs, sketches, and fleeting memories of people they admire — and nothing more — because otherwise, it would hurt too much to let them go, in the too fast pace of human life.

But their magic is real, too. They love and live out incredible adventures together, and feel emotions that other angels and demons aren’t allowed to experience. While I agree that in the past there may have been a form of respectful cooperation between them, Gabriel and Beez are newcomers to this game. True love can only be experienced by spending time on Earth, by savoring the real joys and small comforts of human life — a life that becomes like a jukebox, where you can choose whether to play the same song “everyday” or not, like Crowley and Aziraphale do.

And on this, I completely agree with you: life is freedom, freedom is coffee, and life begins after coffee. “The gross matter”... The key point to me lies not so much in the noun matter, but in the adjective gross.

The human body, coffee, chocolate, Muriel’s matchbox — these are all “gross matter.” And Gabriel, in the pre-Jim era, does not sully the temple of his “celestial body with gross matter.”

To explain myself better, I’ll turn to classical philosophy: the Greek philosopher Anaxagoras believed the world was made of elementary particles of reality, the “seeds,” which Aristotle later called homeomeries (i.e., parts that are alike). These were elemental, indestructible particles, each similar to the substances they composed and qualitatively different from one another.

So when I speak of “angelic form” and human body, I’m thinking in those terms: homeomeries of “gross matter” — the human body and all it can perceive through touch and taste —alongside homeomeries of a celestial nature — the angelic form.

The elements, in fact, are four: the lighter ones, air and fire, and the heavier ones, water and earth. As Genesis reminds us, man comes from mud, from the earth, and God makes him in His own image and likeness. But before creating man, what is created? Night and Day, Sky and Sea, Trees and Plants, Sun and Moon, Fish and Birds. The craziest story in the world, then, tells us that on the first day Night and Day come into being (the “homoeomeries” of air, but also, symbolically, good and evil, yin and yang), and on the second day, the Sky, while at the very end, between the fifth and sixth days, “the gross matter” — from the first amoeboid organisms to humankind.

But now, what is the sky and the celestial matter made of? This is where aether comes into play (and ethereal was the word Aziraphale used to define himself after “the Wall”). Aether is the fifth element proposed by Aristotle; it’s a light element and, more importantly, a celestial one, incorruptible, and eternal substance, forming the heavenly spheres and celestial bodies.

In Aristotle, however, there are no angels or deities — only the Prime mover, who, through his presence and the desire to be, is the principle responsible and the first cause of all motion and order in the universe, without being himself subject to change.

All this to say what?

That perhaps the world of GO is fictional, yes — but also Christian, that is, somewhat Aristotelian and not purely Platonic. As in Plato, the immortality of the soul is assumed, but an aristotelian God is thought thinking itself, non-corporeal and pure will, who does not intervene directly in human lives. In this context, angels and demons are “people” indeed, but in relation to humans, they are made of a different quality (by convention, I would say of the “homoeomeries” of aether).

This could explain how angel!Crowley and Saraqael were able to bring entire constellations into existence with just a crank (perhaps a symbol for setting the mechanism of the Prime mover in motion?): they are composed of the same ethereal quality, though different in form and, in the case of angels, endowed with something very human — a mind/essence/soul which, like the human one, in some way partakes in the Anima Mundi (if we look at it through a Platonic lens).

Gabriel’s body, however — when stripped of its essence — had not become soulless. It was Jim: an empathetic, naïve, and highly sensitive human. Does that mean there were two souls in Gabriel, then? That doesn’t seem possible to me.

The Furfur episode you referenced strikes me as particularly useful in decrypting this issue: for humans, a person’s essence and memories reside in the brain — but an angel does not require a human brain. What if the point is that Aziraphale had “gone native” (i.e., become human), and so his essence had become rooted in a human brain rather than in his angelic form? And what if, because of that, his angelic form could no longer reconstruct Aziraphale’s body, since his own soul no longer recognized that form?

If you think about it, the only ones who really worry about discorporation are Crowley and Aziraphale — especially after 1827. Eric discorporates every five minutes, but even Hastur gets discorporated and is up and active again ten minutes later.

But Aziraphale and Crowley are “people”: they consider themselves human and fear the loss of their bodies, which they identify with what they have experienced within them and with their own essences — just like we do. And if they’re discorporated without preparation, like Aziraphale, or under circumstances like the Bullet Catch (Aziraphale again, always in trouble... 😱), then their angelic/demonic essence might not allow their bodies to be reconstructed exactly as they were.

This leads to the issue of the Quartermaster, who would have to find another human body to assign to Aziraphale — where would it come from? Would it need to be shaped from earth? As you pointed out, should we go ask Adam? 🤔

A possible confirmation of this theory is the fact that when Jim regains Gabriel’s essence, Gabriel doesn’t seem to have forgotten the time he spent with the Ineffable Husbands = Gabriel has returned to being a combination of human body + angelic essence + soul. And from this, the human body is conceived as a mere shell.

To make the idea clearer: for anyone familiar with Buffy the Vampire Slayer, the mechanism isn’t all that different from what happens with Angel: he was once a human boy and, when he was about to die, the essence of a demon (impure, since it’s not a pure demon that doesn’t walk the Earth) took possession of him through his blood; when he is cursed, his soul returns to him from the ether; and when Angel loses his soul again, he becomes a completely different person, because only the demonic essence remains.

Well, with Gabriel the process is reversed: once he loses his angelic essence, what remains is a human body with a soul.

But in BtVS demons are both essence and matter — they can be injured, even though some have an almost gaseous consistency, and in the case of vampires, the essence is tied to blood.

In the case of angels, I would argue that their matter is simply far lighter than that of humans — gaseous on Earth, like the image of Aziraphale that appears to Crowley — but still entirely capable of entering a human body that already contains a soul.

Mutatis mutandis, see BtVS episode 2x08, where the demon Eyghon, made of plasma-like substance, enters the bodies of unconscious or dead people and fights with Angel — in a not too different way from when Aziraphale possesses (and even performs miracles within) Madame Tracy’s body, which was receptive to that kind of transfer, as you pointed out some time ago.

The point is that on Earth this substance is nearly gaseous, while in the aether it is the norm. This is why, when Aziraphale is discorporated, he doesn’t appear different from other angels, even though he’s lost his human body. In effect, then, angelic essence is physical, in my view, but in a way completely different from human corporeality.

And, apparently, the higher the rank of the angel, the more “immaterial” this aetherial matter becomes (pardon the wordplay): Muriel, for instance, can’t open Gabriel’s file simply because it is too immaterial for angels below the rank of Thrones — and her hand passes straight through the folder.

It was probably never imagined — or at least it doesn’t matter and we’ll never know — whether the bodies were assigned to angels before or after the Great War. However, if the reasoning about the different kind of materiality of angelic essence holds, then what I said about the wound is coherent: as Aziraphale himself says, he has had his human body for more than 6000 years, so once he lost his human body and experienced the trauma of that physical absence, his essence became more sensitive — just like how a broken ankle aches after years, when the weather changes.

I was thinking of a heroic act by the angel in exchange for a promotion, because that’s what tends to happen in regimes based on military power. And Metatron, to me, seems like the eminence grise of Heaven — I don’t believe Gabriel ever had true veto power, even if he was commander of the army. And I agree with you that his apparent frustration with Aziraphale was often just a mask — he enjoyed playing the “asshole” boss, because that’s what was required of him to keep doing whatever he pleased under Metatron’s dictatorship.

I don’t really care about Crowley’s name, but I’ll tell you this — if there were a flashback to the moment of the Fall, full — as I imagine it — of references to beautiful paintings, I would be absolutely thrilled, especially if it were seasoned with a heartbreaking or surprising moment involving Aziraphale (something like the last 15: for instance, the two of them on opposite sides, forced to hurt each other — or worse).

And I fully agree with you on many other things. The idea that this isn’t really the point, and that the story actually began afterwards; the series being a celebration of humanity, represented with all its flaws by two beings who are more human than actual humans, and on how it provides a pretext to explore life, mental health, and the hunger that the angels had (without knowing they had it) because of Heaven’s fascist regime. I really appreciated your idea of the Quartermaster as a kind of subconscious projection of Aziraphale — spot on, especially because it’s so him to imagine that part of himself still tethered (even unconsciously) to such a rigid, warmongering, emotionless regime in the form of a shouting Austro-Hungarian officer.

I’ll refrain from discussing the personalities and motivations that drive Aziraphale and Crowley toward freedom. I’d go overboard… To my eyes, which see through the lens of classic literature, they are moving and complex figures: a great biblical hero and a knightly poem’s protagonist, engaged in an epic love with his romantic and tragic hero — a modern-day Prometheus bound. I add only that Before the Beginning I don’t believe they had human bodies yet, since they were in space, with an enormous stature, and it seems too soon to interpret their as genuine sexual desire. I’d rather see it as a kind of magnetism — like two natures that, when they meet, immediately cling to each other, mutually defining one another, drawn together by affinity, as Goethe puts it in Elective Affinities.

In any case, your concept of “gross matter” as what truly matters is quite interesting, and it would be entirely compatible even with an ethereal nature for angels and demons. As I said, that kind of matter is light, incorruptible, and eternal — so it never evolves, never experiences sensation, and in itself could never die. And if angels are made of it, they certainly couldn’t, through their essence alone, enjoy “gross matter.” It is, as Crowley might say, an existence —not a life — carried out day after day with the sole purpose of fulfilling a preordained plan, perhaps culminating in a fine victory in battle against an enemy made of the same stuff but wearing different colors — as in all human wars.

Phantom Pain

In the moments before Aziraphale realizes that he's been discorporated in S1, he is seen clutching the thigh of his right leg and limping forward. He's having trouble walking as he tells The Quartermaster that he didn't mean to be there and was still sorting things out back on Earth.

As we know, the entire point of what's going on is that Aziraphale, in this moment, no longer has a body, which means that the pain that he is experiencing in what he perceives as his leg in this ghostly moment is actually a very real human experience-- phantom pain.

For anyone who doesn't know, phantom pain is when a person experiences a perception of pain in a part of their body that is not present. It can be someone experiencing pain that feels like it is occurring in a limb or organ that they no longer have. It can also be pain experienced in a part of their body that they were not born with but which their mind experiences as being part of their corporation.

But why is Aziraphale experiencing phantom pain in his right leg when he gets to Heaven?

Why is the first thing he's feeling Up there without his body a sensation of pain in his leg so severe that has him clutching his thigh and struggling to walk before his mind begins to process that he no longer has a body? Why is it that Aziraphale is processing the shock of the sudden loss of his body in this particular way?

It is interesting when you consider that, while we've never seen Aziraphale have any injury to his right leg in the story before or any other particular significance to it, we have now had more than one scene showing us that Crowley does with his.

In 1827, Satan turns up unseen to drag Crowley to Hell. Crowley loses control of his speech, experiences nausea, and steps backwards with his left leg in an effort to try to balance himself after starting to lose control of his right leg on account of Satan grabbing him. He's dragged to Hell by his legs seconds later, separated from Aziraphale.

Back in S1's present, there's another scene like this when Satan arrives at Tadfield Air Force Base. Crowley grabs his right thigh in pain as he loses control again over his right leg and is dragged to the ground by it by Satan in an effort to make Crowley prostrate himself.

The suggestion of these scenes seems to be that Crowley's right leg, especially his right thigh, is a source of chronic episodic pain for him related to Satan's abuse. The show choosing his leg for this also goes along with its theme of living as the metaphorical walking the Earth-- a physical injury that flares up to impact living for Crowley representing how the psychological trauma related to it does the same.

Crowley's chronic episodic pain is what Aziraphale experienced as phantom pain in his leg when he discorporated because his mind immediately processed the loss of his own body in relation to how it also meant that he has lost the ability to share it with Crowley.

Without having his own body intact, Aziraphale couldn't touch Crowley. He lost the ability to bring him pleasure and comfort and that's how the loss of Aziraphale's own body manifested in his mind to him. Physical death meant the inability to experience not just his own body for himself but the loss of the safe one that Crowley consents to experiencing and enjoys to Crowley.

Aziraphale's physical death wasn't purely his own in his view because Aziraphale doesn't view his body as purely his own. Technically, it it's Aziraphale's bookshop, just as it's Crowley car, but it's really always been their car and their bookshop.

They've been so intertwined for so long that Aziraphale experienced the physical death of his own body as the trauma of being separated from Crowley's. Pretty romantic stuff. 💘

[randomhealer]

Okay but- Boothill (sfw-nsfw)

warnings: GN reader, not reviewed, nsfw, I lost everything and I'm living on a bench in Penacony. this is crack don't take it seriously pls, hmmm tetanus :)

okay but- Boothill likes to rub his cheek against yours, just because he can't feel you with other parts of his body.

He blushes when you kiss his face but secretly (not so secret since he says it openly) it's his favorite thing

He gets upset easily with anyone who is close to you and this always causes problems for you because he doesn't like it when people touch you, whether they are men or women.

then he follows you behind you like he's your shadow and one second he's behind you quietly and the next he's on the other side of the street fighting with a guy who was looking at you for 5 seconds longer than Boothill would like...

he is vindictive, yes. Once a guy complimented you by giving you a light kiss on the cheek and Boothill spent a week calling this guy and saying threats like: "I know where you live, and I'm going to put a bullet in your head before learning not to touch something that isn't yours"  ends up coming out as "I know where you live, and I- I hope you have a good day" because of his filter

And when did you take him to the Express with you? guy could make a second explosion wanting to fight with everyone until you fight with him so he stays quiet and he will sit on the couch, opening his legs completely while looking at you, waiting for you to sit on his lap. He has no shame as he buries his face in your neck and stays quiet for just a minute before he starts teasing you by biting or licking you. (in front of everyone at Express)

He gets extremely upset if you deny him something (especially a kiss) he will be grumpy all day, mumbling all day almost dramatically. he will complain about this even with a Warp Trotter, But it won't be long before he gets to you and pins you to some surface to take what's rightfully his.

Boothill loves it when you encourage him in something or when you praise him. See you looking at his body with curiosity in your eyes? He can't help but have a smug smile. he smiles more seeing how small your hands are on his chest gives him slight satisfaction but he'll still pat you if your hands wander too much.

He can drink the most variable things possible but he won't drink Himeko's coffee, for some reason his body warns him as if it were a dangerous substance so he always passes the coffee to you as if it were a bomb and an apologetic look...

You may or may not wake up to him in the morning eating bullets from his gun next to your in the bed and he will just look at you with a smile and offer you one even though he knows it's impossible for you to eat it 

NSFW (pls don't read this far if you are underage)

His favorite thing is probably fingering you, he loves doing that because he can occupy himself on your neck while you squirm

but he loves to eat too, to stay between your legs for hours while you get to the point where you start crying and whining while trying to pull his head away from you. His hair is a bit sensitive so he might end up growling and blushing when you pull it.

Does it bite you in every possible place, chest, thighs, neck? yes! your curves? yes too... 

He misses his body, how he could feel your chest on his, the heat of your body on his and how good it would be to feel how hot and tight you are inside, he hates it but he still feels a surge of satisfaction in him as he feels it. see what he can do with just his fingers and his mouth on you.

He may or may not be jealous of vibrators... I mean... are those things giving you more pleasure than him? Ugh but it's okay, he can use these things to his advantage...

Give you more compliments than degradation, not because he wants to but because it's the only thing he can do...

"I know you can give me one more, aren't you my little sunshine?" (this was supposed to be a my little bitch)

He loves to be mean to you in bed, if he can't put words into words then he will act, he loves pulling your hair to kiss you, bite you hard, make you beg for not giving you anything and make you cry for giving you more than you asked for.

His day ends more satisfied when he sees you getting out of bed, shaking with wobbly legs and dirty with your own juice and sweat... aren't you the cutest thing he's ever seen? almost like a little bunny...

[scentedpeachlandcreator]

Guide for manifesting weight loss:

So an Anon asked me to make this and here it is, it will help others too.

As we all know that we often struggle with achieving our weight goal,doing workout,keeping a strict diet and eating healthy etc...

All of this was created by man, a man-made creation like Times, Machines, names, studies, science and many more.

And of course this was all coming from the imagination.

But i'm here to tell you that nothing is set in stone, your beliefs/assumption are the true fact.

Don't do things that you don't want to, just for you to loss weight ,because some non loa-believe people told you to.

Do whatever you want! Cause you make the rules and you control your own reality.

And you should be grateful that you discovered loa out of BILLIONS OF PEOPLE that are living miserably, believing that they should work hard to have what they want, following society rules.

Knowing your true power:

You need to understand that you are what we call God ,an Infinite being that could do anything without limitation.

You Can be whoever you want, get anything you want and more, even manifest the most illogical things, and this all because you're a consciousness that Can decide whoever version of themselves is gonna be.

But does God need to follow the rules? Does god need to do method? Does god need to do challenge? NO!! ABSOLUTELY NOT! YOU CAN DO WHATEVER YOUR MIND TELLS YOU TO, HELL! EVEN YOU CAN CREATE YOUR OWN RULES AND METHOD.

YOU ➜ God (imagination) ➜ create your own rules and method and Can manifest anything you want into your reality.

You Can be a model, having that pretty face, being a billionaire, living in that penthouse, having a yacht, fancy car, being with your handsome/pretty SP, having that perfect body. Having superpowers, having a little fairy, having a Magic portal in your room and swimming in money and MANY MORE.

All of that with what? Without even Lifting a single little finger, everything you ever wanted already EXIST, there's many versions of yourself with your desires, and with just that pretty powerful mind of yours.

Understanding the Law:

The law of assumption indicate that whatever you assume to be true will Harden into fact with persistence.

Manifesting your desires into the physical reality just requires you to change your inner self so that the outer World will follow.

The 3d is a mirror ➜ changing your self (4d) ➜ persisting ➜ the 3d will reflect your 4d ➜ yay! You have your desires in the physical reality.

It is very simple and easy.

All of this just needs discipline and having faith in yourself and your true power as a god.

Now the important part of this post.

How to manifest weight loss while ignoring the 3d:

We do know that manifesting weight loss might seem difficult for the most of us.

While you're manifesting and there's the people that surround you Always ALWAYS complaining and pointing about your appearance, your weight and that might get you very pissed off and angry.

I am myself suffering from this, my parents Always pointing at my appearance,saying that i look fat (and that not true they are just exaggerating things, my Friends told me that i have a beautiful body but i hide it with over-sized clothes cause i'm insecure), and they force me to go workout when i don't want to (cause obviously i hate sport and socializing) and which caused a HUGE ARGUMENTS with them, and i Lost it (cause i have anger issues) but they didn't listen they told me it for my own good🙄 my ass, so i had no choice but to listen to them but i'm DONE FOLLOWING SOCIETY RULES AND BELIEFS.

So yeah i'm not listening to anybody but my personal beliefs cause i'm the only one who knows the truth, the cheat code to life.

you Can eat whatever you want and with the belief that you won't gain a single weight and it's will become a fact.

Your beliefs and assumption matters and don't listen to anybody.

Okay so now you might wonder how to manifest weight loss while interacting with the 3d every single day and it very simple:

➜ firstly choose what desired weight or body you want to manifest.

➜ secondly knows that you do already have it in imagination and creation is finished, you're already that version of yourself that is skinny or muscular.

➜ thirdly you need to keep persisting no matter what the 3d tells you cause that will make the subconscious really believes you're that desired version of yourself.

➜ and lastly dismiss the 3d, if the people surrounding you keep pointing at your appearance just ignore them and affirm in your head that you already have your desired weight or body and knows that the 3d will change.

You really need to throw Logic in the trash , Logic won't get you anywhere but imagination will.

"Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world." Albert Einstein.

"Logic will take you from A to B. Imagination will take you everywhere" Albert Einstein.

"You believe in God? Believe also in your imagination" Neville Goddard.

You want to have that perfect body? Yes you Can, you want to have that Chinese standard Body? Yes you Can! You want to be muscular and lean? Yeah you definitely Can.

Just pick and choose, fulfilling yourself in your imagination and accepting it as fact and the 3d will follow.

Seriously it is really simple, just don't overcomplicate it.

Just have faith and trust in yourself and you'll definitely do it.

I don't want anybody sending me Ask in my Inbox After this post.

Go apply and you'll definitely thank me for it. (Read this one)

I advice you to read these post they're really Amazing and it will surely make it click for you:

This, and this, this and this, this one, and this one, this, this, this, this,this one, and this, this last one.

And lastly you're the only one that Can change your reality, no one Can do it for you, you're already a master manifestor and void master and you're on the pedestal.

You were meant to change your life and live in happiness and wealth.

_ Xoxo, Eli

© Scentedpeachlandcreator

[felowtravler]

Some days it's hard, but it's worse when you think "I hate my fat but love my self despite that." fUCK the "despite" here. I need to love myself and my fat (or at least not despise my fat!) in order to not want to off myself.

I don't want to be skinny. I don't want to want to be skinny. I want to be myself and let my body be itself and move on with my life. My fat is staying and I want to be hospitable (in my interior monologue AND in my actual treatment of it/my body). It will make its stay much more pleasant for both me and my fat.

it literally HAS to be okay to choose to be fat in order for fat liberation to mean anything at all tbh

[aceecee]

Insatiable

Rafayel x non mc reader

MDNI

can be read as stand-alone but read the series to gain a better understanding

will probably end up adding this to the series itself - Extra #6

TW: smut - semi-public sex, oral (fem receiving), dom raf, dubcon. aftercare, fluff, some angst, implied poly (Various x Reader), mc has a name and physical appearance, Rafayel both hates(?) you and yearns for you bad, themes of obsession and possessiveness

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WC: 2.9K

Your mark was stupid.

In the defence of twenty year old Samuel Locke, he was just that - twenty. Though you’re not that much older than him, Samuel has lived a life of privilege. He’s never known hardship, his wealthy family made sure of that. While his parents and older brother make deals with your boss, Samuel does not. You have yet to determine if this is because it's kept from him or because he does not want to.

Three days of surveillance can teach you a lot about a person. You had to give credit where it was due, unlike those in his social circle, he had a good head on his shoulder. Average student who excelled in maths, part of the rugby team and handsome. But where he excelled and his friends failed was innocence, odd for a boy, especially a rich one. You didn’t think such a thing was possible, in your first life you never came across one but then again this is a world that’s been crafted for women. Fantasies like Samuel would exist here. 

Sylus had asked you to insert yourself into his life and figure out if he had any useful knowledge against his family, as a precaution. The only way you could think of finding out anything was by flirting, the poor thing had no experience with women or men, he was making it too easy. 

One of the bugs you’d planted in Samuel’s bedroom let you know he was going to a club with his friends today. Your outfit was carefully curated to the boy’s taste. Not too seductive and not too cute but a mix. A purple dress that hugged your figure just right with a neckline that showed a hint of what’s underneath. The dress stopped half-way down your thighs, not short but not long. All the accessories paired were simple. From what you’d noticed about the man, you were right out of his wet dream. 

The club was nauseating. There was a point in your life where you liked places like these. The blaring lights you’d get sucked into now gave you a headache. The intimacy of all the people around you now felt suffocating. Unfortunately, discomfort has become a norm for you.

Currently, you’re waiting around the bar, nursing a drink. Your eyes are trained on the black-haired man as he makes his way to the bar. His steps are a little clumsy, he’s tipsy. 

Perfect. 

Two bodies collide but only one is left soaked from the remnants of a drink.

“Oh my god! I am so sorry,” your apology draws attention from those around so you make sure to sound sheepish. Samuel looks annoyed for a second until his eyes meet yours and widen in surprise. He’s not subtle as he checks you out and the bright blush he sports after is not working in his favour.

“Here,” you say, reaching for napkins. “Let me help,” his breath hitches as you make contact with his shirt. Even though you’re concentrating on wiping away any liquid from him, you’re aware of the intensity of his gaze on you. “I-its okay,” he stutters, gently putting his arm on your wrist to stop it. You almost feel bad for the guy.

Almost. 

“No, it’s my fault,” your voice comes out a little choked as tears gather in your eyes. “I’m such a klutz!” It’s amusing to see the panic in his face. “I’ll pay for the dry-cleaning or even a new shirt!”

“N-no really it’s okay.”

You pout. “I have to make it up to you in some way.” Samuel considers your words and when his blue eyes light up, you know you have him. “Then…join me?” he gestures at an empty booth. “All my friends have ditched me for hookups and this really isn’t my scene. Some company would be nice,” he looks down at your face. “Y-you don’t have to if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“No, I’d like to!” you point at the empty bar. “I’m in a similar position, I have no idea where my friends are.”

The two of you walk over and sit but when he makes no move to talk, it’s clear you’re going to have to take the lead. “I still don’t know your name, stranger.” The request perks him up. “Huh? Oh, I’m Samuel,” he reaches for a handshake, “Samuel Locke.” He must have realised this isn’t a business meeting because he tries to put his hand down but you put your hand through his before he can. The contact stills him. “Nice to meet you, Sam. I’m Lilly.” 

A nickname will force closeness. 

Samuel loosens up after that and conversation flows naturally between you two. You’re careful to not ask about his family, this is the first meeting of many so there’s plenty of time for it later. He surprisingly gets you to genuinely laugh at some jokes. It’s after one that you feel a prickling sensation in your neck.

You’re being watched.

Samuel now has a couple of drinks in him so he doesn’t notice as your attention shifts. Bluish-pink eyes stare directly at you. The intensity of Samuel’s gaze earlier doesn’t even come closer to the way these beautiful eyes glare at you. They have your mind blank, your eyes hazy and your heart racing. They have you coming undone with just a look. They have you weak.

Rafayel doesn’t make a move after you notice. He simply sips the drink in his hand without breaking contact. 

You don’t know why he’s looking at you like that. He’s made it crystal clear he doesn’t like you. Actually not liking you would mean he felt something for you, no the man simply doesn’t tolerate you. You can’t think of a reason as to why when you'd done nothing to the man. After a while of his coldness, you chalked it up to him being like this with anyone not Mara (MC), his jokes and sassiness reserved only for her. You thought you were proven right by how he interacted with her compared to you. Except you saw how he acted around strangers he’d met or even acquaintances and it became clear this behaviour was just for you.

Again, you have no idea why. It’s not like you’re seeking him out, bothering him or annoying him. You actually go out of your way to avoid him, you have no desire to be in his life especially when he’s made it clear you’re not wanted in it. It’s not your fault Mara drags you to his house sometimes or to his exhibits, you can’t say no to her and she knows it. 

For some reason, she’s intent on you two becoming closer and neither of you are willing to deny her so a reluctant truce of sorts has formed. He’s civil with you, a simple “Hey” or “Move” will come out of his mouth from time to time. 

Which is why you have no idea why he looks like he wants to strangle you. Did he find out you like to call him blowfish behind his back? The man can’t treat you horribly and expect you to not give him a petty nickname.

“Hey? You okay?” Samuel’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts. You break eye contact and shift all your attention back to your target. “H-huh? Oh yeah, sorry, I just got lost in my thoughts,” you explain, giving him a smile. He blushes at it. “Can I have your number?” he blurts out without thinking. “N-no wait please ignore that.” You can’t help the real laugh that bubbles out. He’s charming in his own way. You reach your hand out to him, wiggling your fingers. “Give me your phone.” He’s quick to follow your command, fishing his phone out of pocket. You add your contact, the phone number is a fake burner meant exclusively for Samuel. You hand the phone back and smile when he stares at the screen like its salvation. 

The gaze still on you seems to intensify at the interaction. It puts you on edge and you need to collect yourself. You’re not letting fish man ruin this. “Hey, um, I’m just going to the bathroom. I’ll be back,” you inform the beaming black-haired man in front of you.

Two sets of eyes watch you leave.

The women’s bathroom is shockingly empty when you enter.

You walk over to the sink and splash cold water on your face. The heat from the lights and the stench of the place have you on edge. You’re still not used to being around so many people and it’s hard not to let it show. Of course the blowfish is no help either. 

Just what is his problem?

You raise your head and examine yourself in the mirror. Your real self is showing. The exhaustion in your eyes is screaming. With a sigh, you reach to grab some tissue, careful to dab the water away and not rub. The makeup on your face was minimal and waterproof but you weren’t taking any chances.

Your head subconsciously moves towards the door when you hear it open. The figure that steps through has you pause. 

“Rafayel? What are you doing?”

The man doesn’t answer, instead he turns to lock the door. 

Rafayel was already having a shitty day. From waking up and finding out that Miss Bodyguard cancelled their plans for an emergency mission, to having to deal with Thomas begging him to meet a client and said client wanting the meeting to take place in a club of all places. The cherry on top was having to watch you flirt with someone. Someone that wasn’t him

He hates that. Hates that he desires your attention. Desires you. 

Since he met you, he’s been trying to make a paint that was a match for your eyes. But something would always be wrong. The colour never shone like your eyes did when you saw sweets. It didn’t show your sadness at all. It never depicted the soft look you’d adorn when looking at someone you truly cared for. A look you’d never shown him and he’s to blame for it.

He feels for you exactly what he feels for his bride and it terrifies him. He’s filled with shame at the realisation but it’s true. He made his distaste for you clear whenever you met, it was childish on his part but what could he do when the woman he’s waited for all these years doesn’t remember him but loves another. That other being you. He still feels the sensation of his heart breaking when he saw the way Mara looked at you, her need to constantly keep a hand on you and the possessive way in which she held you. 

Then you started to pull away and it killed him. Rafayel has no answer for his behaviour. Without thinking he finds himself painting portraits of you, you’ve taken refuge in his mind and it’s affecting his work to the point he has to add something into it that reminds him of you or else he’ll go insane. Against his will, you’ve become his muse.

He’s aware you were flirting with that guy because it was your job. Rafayel has connections too but getting information of your allegiance with Onychinus had been hard. But he can’t ignore the jealousy burning inside him, eating away at his mind. It’s not the same jealousy he felt with Mara, no it was overshadowed by the need to make her happy. He doesn’t want you to be happy. He just wants you with him. 

And if he has to fuck that into you then he will.

Rafayel hopes Mara is content with sharing you because he’s not going to ask for permission. He’s going to be selfish. 

Any questions brewing in your throat end at the speed of which his mouth clashes with yours. The gasp that escapes you is greedily swallowed up by him. The harshness of his movement causes fire inside you. His kiss burns. It leaves you dehydrated and the only salvation is him. 

One hand snakes behind your waist, pushing your body even closer to his. His legs move forward holding you against the sink, your left hand is clutching at the edge for purchase. Your other hand sneaks into his indigo hair and he groans when you tug. His right hand that’s not holding on to you moves to the back of your neck, holding your head at an angle that allows him to kiss deeper. You don’t fight him for dominance. You let him take.

Your god demands a sacrifice and you’re devout. 

He pulls away and you’re left a mess. Breathing heavy and chest heaving while he looks fine. It’s then you remember that he’s not burdened by the limits of humanity and you find yourself involuntarily swallowing. His eyes follow the action and you are so screwed - figuratively and literally. 

“Why…How…What-” you can’t find the words to ask anything as your traitorous mind is still stuck on the assault on your lips. The hand on your neck loosens and gently cradles your face. It’s so unexpected that your mouth hangs open. He chuckles at it but you’re all too familiar with the guilt in his eyes. Before you can say anything, he picks you up and sets you down on the sink counter, his figure at home between your thighs. His hands grip tightly at their respective thighs. 

He puts his head into your neck and peppers it with small kisses. The last kiss lingers for a while. “I have a lot to make up for you,” his head is face to face with you now. The eye contact has your stomach doing flips. He brings your right hand up to his nose, sniffing at the wrist and taking in your scent. Everything about you is intoxicating but your scent drives him mad. You’re aware of the attention you capture but so oblivious to the devotion those closest to you possess. “You gonna let me do that, pretty?” His eyes have you in a trance as they stare at you - hooded and dark. He places a kiss on the palm. “You gonna let me apologise?”

You nod and faster than you can blink, he’s kneeling and reaching for the bottom of your dress. He bunches it up to your waist, the colour reminds him of his hair and the thought has him grinning. He pushes you on your back for easier access. You jolt when you feel the kiss on your clit. The sensation is too much, something you haven’t felt in years so your hands reach for his hair to try and stop him. It doesn’t work, in fact it seems to rile him up even more. You throw your head back when his mouth begins sucking through your panties. The material numbs the sensation a little while the action has you seeing stars. 

You bite your lip to stop the moans from escaping but a whine falls out when the sensation stops. “None of that, you brat. Let me hear you,” his hand cups your chin and he squeezes as a warning. You nod and that bright grin he had before returns. “Good girl,” he purrs. His finger’s hook into the sides of your underwear, pulling them down. You hear the intake of his breath as he’s greeted with you. 

His licks are wild with abandon. It’s clear that this is more for him than it is for you. Even if you wanted to you wouldn’t be able to stop the moans he’s guiding out your throat. It’s wet. It’s sloppy. Just the way you like it.

His eyes are trained on your every reaction, the expressions you make when he touches a certain area and what sort of moans he can pull out of you. He longs to tear the dress off and see every single area of your body, map every scar and blemish in his mind. Only then will he be able to complete those sculptures of you. But it’ll have to be for another time, when you’re in his bed and there’s no worry of someone barging in.

You’re sure that underneath your skin you’re red. The fire he’s tending to inside you still rages, it’s no way near satiated and as its keeper he’s all too aware of it. 

His assault quickens and you feel the pit forming. Your hands wave through his hair, guiding him in deeper, desperate for a finish. “R-rafayel…I’m…” He lets out a hum and the vibration of it is your undoing. With a loud moan you climax. 

Heat is all you feel, the cold of the mirror on your back is a deliverance. You press the side of your face into it, closing your eyes to gather yourself. Rafayel’s eyebrows shoot up in worry but none of it is seen by you. His hand presses up to your forehead and he lets out a curse. 

“Come on, let’s get you out of this stifling club,” he carries you out of the bathroom. 

Your target is long forgotten.

The two of you are in the bath together. 

He ran you a nice cold bath and got into it with you. You’re currently pressed against his chest with his arms around you. His finger’s are rubbing all over your body as you doze off. He’s finally fulfilling his wish of seeing all of you.

“Thought you hated me,” you murmur, sleepingly. 

“Me too.”

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a/n: happy no shave/no nut november! an anon had asked about this challenge for william and i couldn’t resist. 😇 thanks to the anons that helped out on deciding on the prize! enjoy and get ready for so much more fic fun to come!

word count: 4.8k

tw: so much smut, dirty talk, masturbation (f and m) but not finishing, fingering (f recieving), nipple play, use of toys, creampie, edging, honestly it’s a no nut november fic so it’s just porn without plot (let me know if i missed anything)

summary: between william taking part in no shave november and no nut november, you think you’re going to go crazy. who knew the month could feel so long?

“I hate November.”

Your whine is obnoxious even to your own ears, childish and petulant. You kick a foot out on the mattress for good measure and William laughs.

“Älskling,” he coos, coming over to the bed and wrapping a hand around your ankle. He tugs gently and you slide easily down the mattress towards him. “You didn’t have to agree to the bet.”

“Yes I did,” you grumble, kicking your other foot at him. He catches it easily in his free hand and then suddenly, you’re trapped, both of your legs held in the air before William pulls you forward again and has you wrap your thighs around his hips. His hands are warm on your skin, calloused fingers stroking gentle, lazy circles. You’re fully aware that, with your legs spread like this, he could easily get his hands on your cunt and can probably feel the heat radiating from between your legs.

Your clit gives a painful throb, untouched and desperate for him.

Nearly three weeks without sex and you’ve never been hornier in your entire life.

It hadn’t been bad at first, and then you’d been on your period and the thought of being touched at all was repulsive. But now you’re rapidly hurtling towards ovulation week and it’s nearly impossible to be in the same room as William without wanting to jump him.

William’s keeping his lips zipped, but the second you find out which one of his godforsaken teammates decided a No Nut November bet was a good idea, you’re killing them.

Of course, you’re partially to blame since you’d laughed at William and told him “how hard can it be? To not have sex for a month.” So he’d made a bet with you, challenging you to take part and not come for the whole month and do the challenge with him. You’d agreed, not really deciding on what the winner gets since you’d figured that you would be able to outlast your boyfriend and would just make him do whatever you wanted anyway. Maybe you’ll make him do all the laundry for a month.

What you’d conveniently forgotten was that No Nut November coincided with No Shave November and William’s rocking a moustache that shouldn’t turn you on as much as it does.

“You did this to yourself,” William laughs, torturing you by running his palms up the inside of your thighs and stopping inches from where you need him the most. “You can stop any time.”

He knows you can’t, knows you’re stubborn as hell.

You scowl at him, completely disagreeable with the lack of orgasms. Your whole body feels tight and like a live wire. Any touch might be enough to send you over the edge.

Frustratingly, William doesn’t seem to be as bothered as you are. Sure, he’s been walking around with some aggressive erections, his thick cock prominent against the front of his pants when he’s home with you. But he’s been like a maniac on the ice, racking up goals and assists at a pace that rocketed him to the top of team’s point sheet.

“I don’t know how this isn’t frustrating you,” you mutter, kicking your heel lazily against the top of his ass. You’re satisfied to see the shape of his cock press against his jeans, thickening slowly. “Shouldn’t you be all cranky and blue balled?”

“Trust me, älskling,” William grumbles, “my balls are plenty blue. But I get my frustration out on the ice. If I’m scoring a goal or whatever, I’m not thinking about how fucking horny I am or how badly I want to fuck you into the mattress.”

You let out a little squeak and your legs instinctively try to close, blocked by William’s bulk. He grins wickedly when your thighs flex and you nearly cry when his hand snakes up and his fingers press against your core, plastering the fabric of your panties against your wet cunt. You wiggle, trying to get away from him, but all it does is make your clit pulse and arousal drip more steadily down the seam of your ass.

“Williammmmm,” you whine, kicking at his back and reaching to pull his hand away. Your grip on his wrist falters when his fingers press down harder, a gasp punching from your lungs.

“You’re so wet, huh, my girl?” He murmurs, dick twitching in his pants. His gaze is locked on you, watching as a wet spot forms on the fabric, soaked through your panties and onto your shorts. “If you asked nicely, I could make you come right now. Just a few presses of my fingers against your little clit and you’d feel better.”

It sounds so nice, relief from the achy fire that’s consumed your body for three weeks. Getting rid of the lust fog in your brain too would be helpful. And he’s right, a quick twitch of his fingers against your clit and you’d probably be a goner. But then you’d also be a loser, and you refuse to be a loser.

“No, no, I’m fine,” you manage to choke out, breathless. Your hips move on their own accord and you know you need to get him away from you soon or you’re definitely going to lose.

“You sure?” He laughs, stoking you lightly.

You nod, biting hard on your tongue. William’s lips are curled up in a wicked smile that immediately turns into a frown and a grunt when you shift your leg and angle your knee so you can press the heel of your foot against the hard bulge in his pants. He grunts again when you press down, smiling sweetly at him.

Shoe’s on the other foot now.

“I could take care of that little problem you’re having,” you murmur, getting relief when he finally moves his hand off your cunt to grab your ankle again and pull it away from his dick. He lets you rest the sole of your foot against his stomach and moves his other hand to block access to his dick.

“You know my problem isn’t little,” he retorts, pinching the top of your foot and making your toes twitch against his shirt. “If anything, it’s getting bigger by the day. You’re going to have a massive load to take when this is over.”

You whine and wriggle on the bed, your core clenching desperately around nothing. “Stop, you’re playing dirty,” you complain. “It’s not fair when you do all the dirty talk looking like that.” You wave your hand in the vague direction of his face.

“Oh yeah, ‘cause you walking around in that skimpy ass towel for an hour after you got out of the shower two nights ago was all above board and clean play,” William drawls, rolling his eyes. He doesn’t seem to realize that his hand is working absently over the fly of his pants, his gaze flickering between your legs and back to your face.

“Yeah,” you shoot back, yanking your ankle away from his grip and rolling away from him, “because I’m just a girl and I can’t be held accountable for my actions.”

You get to your feet, still half draped over the mattress, and wince at the uncomfortably wet feeling between your legs. A cold shower and change of clothes will do wonders for your mood.

William rolls his eyes at you, his hand still moving over his cock, and you’re tempted to let him continue so you can win. But one of the dogs barks out in the living room and William turns to the door, hand falling away from his pants.

“Saved by the dogs,” you mutter, grabbing a pair of jeans out of your drawer to change. It’s time for their pre-game walk and you need the fresh air to cool off.

The walk works to tamp down the worst of your arousal and you manage to make it through the game easily enough. Although every time William throws his body against an opponent, you find your face getting warm and your belly flipping. Damn him.

It doesn’t get easier when you’re tucked together in bed after the game, watching TV to unwind instead of your usual post-game routine of fucking until one or both of you passes out. You miss that routine.

“Ah, fuck, stop that,” William grunts, pushing at your hip to put a little space between your ass and his cock. You wiggle, annoyed that he dislodged his half-hard cock from where it was resting in the seam between your ass cheeks.

“I was comfy,” you whine, rolling over onto your stomach. You tilt your head and look at William with wide, pleading eyes and subtly arch your back a little so your ass lifts in the air.

William swats at your ass gently, a bolt of lust shooting right to your clit. “Yeah, too comfy. You’re playing dirty, älskling,” he says with a good-natured smile. The smile twitches his moustache and you sigh, unable to look away from it. All you can imagine is how it would feel between your legs.

You fold your hands under your cheek and lift your leg to drape your thigh over William’s hip. He lets his hand drag up and down your thigh, keeping his touch chaste even as you can see his cock harden in his boxers, tenting and warping the shape of the plaid fabric.

“What if,” you mumble, “we call a draw. We both finish at the same time?”

The perpetual state of horny is starting to make you feel crazy. That coupled with the wave of exhaustion that’s hitting now that it’s the end of the week, you’re ready to jump William and be done with this stupid challenge.

“Say the word,” William’s jaw clicks as he stifles a yawn. It might be insulting that he’s yawning if he hadn’t played a team high time of twenty two minutes on ice and scored two goals. “I’ll make you come in a second.”

“Ugh, no,” you grumble, pressing your face into your pillow. “I want to win fair and square.”

William’s blunt nails scrape against your skin and he drags your thigh higher up on his hip, opening you up to him. “You’re so competitive, älskling,” he mumbles. “‘S what I love about you.”

His words settle warmly in your stomach and you reach a hand out to hook your fingers in the thick chain around his neck, pulling him closer so you can kiss him softly. His moustache scratches at your upper lip and you trace your tongue over his, deepening the kiss even though you know it’s going to drive you both crazy. William’s hand tightens on your thigh, fingers pressing into your skin hard enough to bruise, and you’re both breathless when you break the kiss.

“When you lose, I want my reward to be sitting on your face,” you mutter, huffing a faint laugh out of your nose. William pinches your thigh and you swat at his hand.

“Fuckin’ tease,” he says, tone full of frustrated affection. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead and drags you closer, wrapping his arms around your back to keep you in place. You won’t fall asleep like this, but it’s always nice to be tucked up close to William, with his heartbeat thumping steadily under your cheek and his fingers tracing nonsense patterns on your skin.

William’s gone early the next morning, with a kiss to your lips and a light spank to your ass, off on a road trip that’ll keep him away from you for nearly a week. He’ll be home again on the twenty-sixth, with just four days left in the month. The temptation is mostly gone with him, your libido getting a reprieve when you aren’t able to look at his face every day and imagine it between your thighs.

He does his best to tempt you, sending voice memos and photos that have your hands drifting below the waist band of your pajama bottoms when you’re in bed, like a horny teenage boy desperate to jack off. You honestly hadn’t realize that you could even be this horny, your previous boyfriends never inspiring this kind of lust or arousal.

Of course, you give just as good as you get, replying to his messages with pictures of your own featuring new lingerie sets in the royal blue of the Leafs’ jersey. You’re particularly proud of one picture that gets William calling you immediately to complain about playing dirty. You can hear the schlicking sound of his hand choking his cock through the phone and you click your tongue.

“I hope you’re not going to come before the end of the month,” you sing-song. “I thought you had better willpower than that?”

“Älskling,” he groans, a strangled noise, “I’m just about ready to end this shit and fuck you until you scream. My dick is so fucking hard, it’s goddamn painful.”

“Forfeit and I’ll take care of you when you get home tomorrow,” you offer, stomach flipping when you hear his hand’s continued movement. William grunts directly in your ear and the noise shoots straight to your clit, making it swell and throb.

His familiar chuckle draws you back to the conversation, “no way. There’s only five days left in the month. I’m not quitting now, I’ll just take another cold as fuck shower.”

You grumble, annoyed that he refuses to forfeit and impressed by his willpower. November thirtieth is going to be a night for the books.

It’s a bad idea, you know, tempting fate and all that with William expected home in a few hours. If he catches you, if you go slightly too far, you’ll lose the challenge and William will know that you were too horny for your better angels to prevail.

But you miss the feeling of his cock wedged tight in your cunt, filling and stretching you to your limits.

Besides, knowing that it’s risky and you have to keep yourself just at the edge of the orgasm is making your heart beat fast in your chest and your cunt get slick.

You’re comfortable on the bed in nothing but one of William’s t-shirts, the faint remnants of his cologne infused in the fabric. With one leg bent and your foot planted on the mattress, you circle your clit with two fingers, relaxing back against the pillows. It’s light pressure, but enough to get the bundle of nerves swollen and wet. Arousal drips from your entrance and you know there’s going to be a puddle under your ass even if you don’t finish, but you spread your legs a little more and cool air hits your flushed skin.

All of your nerve endings are on fire and you haven’t even started with your toy. It’s shorter and narrower than William, but it’ll do the job in a pinch. When he’s away, you use it more often, no reason to use it when you have the real thing. But you’re at the end of your rope and need the feeling of something filling you, even if it’s just silicone.

It’s just a little plastic cockwarming, you rationalize. You’re not actually going to come, just edge yourself into insanity since you’re already half feral with arousal.

The first press of the toy against your entrance takes your breath away and you work your hips a little frantically over the silicone, soaked and panting with each little push. Your clit twitches and throbs, walls fluttering around the toy as you settle it in place with a final nudge.

“Fuck,” you whine, breathless and trying not to clench around the length of silicone. You close your eyes and focus on your breathing, imagining it’s William’s hot, throbbing cock nestled inside of you, imagining that you’re keeping him warm in a reward for your delayed orgasm. Just the feeling of being stretched out is better than you thought it would be, after so long with nothing to satisfy you.

You whine his name involuntarily, carefully fucking yourself with the toy to make sure you don’t get too close to the edge. Your stomach muscles clench and your fingers brush against your clit, sending shockwaves of electricity throughout your body. When it’s too much, you stop, leaving the toy half in your cunt, arousal dripping down the curve of your ass.

The sound of your heavy breathing is filling the room and you’ve got an arm thrown over your face, heat radiating off your body. Your hair feels damp from sweat and you haven’t even gotten to come. It was a mistake, to edge yourself so much because now you’re feeling even more twitchy, frustrated with the pit of your stomach in knots from holding yourself back.

Your legs feel limp, too heavy to get up and you close your eyes. There’s still a couple of hours before William is home and you need to bring yourself back to a baseline so you focus on your breathing, twitching around the silicone half buried in your cunt.

A warm chuckle rouses you, working its way through the fog of sleep cloaking your brain. You hum and stretch, dislodging the toy from between your legs slightly, a spark of electricity racing through your veins.

“William?” You mumble sleepily, cracking one eye open.

The shape of him is fuzzy around the edges, but you catch the upturn in his cheeks that means he’s smiling at you and the way his arms are crossed over his bare chest. You blink again and he comes more into focus, the grey sweats hanging low and loose on his hips, the hair on his chest fluffed in the way you know means he ran his hands over it roughly after his shower.

“Sleeping Beauty’s been naughty, huh?” He chuckles and you wrinkle your nose at him, still half asleep until he leans one knee on the mattress and reaches his hand out to nudge his knuckles against the base of the silicone dick that’s half buried in your cunt.

You’d nearly forgotten about it and yelp when it shifts an inch or two further inside of you and try to snap your legs shut. William’s reflexes are faster and his other hand grabs at your knee, holding your legs wide open. His grin is positively filthy as he takes in the mess between your legs.

“I didn’t come,” you inform him primly, fisting one hand in the duvet cover.

“Oh yeah?” William clicks his tongue. “Just sat here like a good girl and edged yourself?”

It’s clear from his tone that he doesn’t believe you and really, why should he? Especially when you have the evidence between your legs and drying smears of arousal on your inner thighs.

“Mhm,” you hum, wriggling away. William’s grip is tight on you, his fingers dancing around the base of the toy, twisting it ever so slightly. You hiccup a gasp.

“Seems like a silly way to lose the bet,” his voice is low, raspy. Deft fingers continue to twist the toy inside of you, making your clit swell and your stomach clench. “Coming on a plastic cock instead of mine. But, if that’s how you want to lose…”

He trails off and pushes the remaining few inches inside of you, punching a gasp from your lungs and making your back arch off the bed. You shout and scratch at his forearms, shaking your head. “No, no,” you murmur. “Wan’ your cock, William!”

It’s torture, the way he slowly fucks the toy in and out of you, your walls clenching and arousal dripping down the curve of your ass. Your breathing is heavy, chest rising and falling as you get closer and closer to the edge. William murmurs filth to you, leaning over your body. His cock is thick and hard behind his sweats, and you can feel it twitch where it’s pressed against your thigh.

“Beautiful, my beautiful, dirty girl,” he coos, using his free hand to push the fabric of your stolen shirt up your stomach until it’s bunched up under your chin and your breasts are free for him to play with. He leans down and alternates sucking each nipple into his mouth, his moustache scraping against your skin and his tongue circling each nipple until they’re tight and painful.

“Please,” you whimper, bending your leg and opening yourself wider for him. “I’m done, I quit.”

You can’t stand it any more, the lack of orgasms is making you crazy. It’s not worth winning. Not with William’s dirty mouth running in your ear and his cock hard against your thigh.

“Mutual,” he grumbles, shoving his sweats down with one hand and you gasp, nearly relieved, when you feel the velvety soft skin of his shaft against your thigh. The wet head of his cock slicks against your hip and you arch into him. “Stupid challenge anyway.”

In one quick motion, William yanks the silicone toy from your cunt and replaces it with his cock, your indignant whine morphing quickly into a wanton moan. He fills you to the brim, balls slapping against your ass and clit rubbing against the coarse hair at the base of his dick.

“Oh my god,” you gasp, lifting your knees to his sides and meeting him thrust for thrust. It’s not going to take long for either of you to come like this, spiky hot pleasure already building low in your stomach.

“Fuck, fuck I love this pussy,” William growls, burying his face in the valley between your breasts. The scrape of his moustache and stubble are going to leave makes all over your skin, but you can’t wait. “So goddamn tight and wet, squeezing my cock. Fuck, älskling, so fucking good. Gonna fill you up, gonna make you feel so good.”

You’re not even sure if you’re saying actual words around the noises you’re making as the head of William’s cock batters your g-spot, thickening and swelling inside the tight grip of your cunt. You wail when he presses his thumb against your sore, swollen clit and kick a foot against his back, making him grunt.

He latches his lips around one of your nipples, tonguing at it until it’s stiff and puffy. You arch your back, pressing up into his mouth and the coil of pleasure tightens in your stomach.

“Please, please, oh my god, please William,” you chant, scratching at his back and moaning when his hand splays over your stomach and presses down, the pressure making you see stars behind your eyelids.

“Gonna come, älskling, almost there,” he mumbles, adjusting his angle to hit even deeper inside of you. “Gonna come together, yeah? Me and you, right now, go ahead. Come on, prinsessa, come all over my cock.”

William rubs circles around your clit and you can feel his cock twitch and thicken, bumping up against your g-spot to finally send you over the edge. Your stomach clenches and starbursts dance behind your eyes as the force of your orgasm hits. Above you, William groans and his hips stutter, coming at the same time you do. He fills you, his hips pumping and his fingers working at your clit so you’re both shaking and panting heavily. Beads of sweat roll down his temples and you can feel the sheen of sweat all over your skin.

Your legs tremble with the aftershocks of your orgasm and William finally finishes emptying inside of you, more than he ever has before and putting your IUD to work.

He collapses on top of you, forcing the last little bit of air left in your lungs out in a harsh exhale. You huff a laugh, running your fingertips over the sweaty, muscled planes of his back, enjoying it when he laughs as you tickle at the spaces between his ribs.

Your legs are locked around his back, his cock still hard inside of you and you rock slightly under him, fully relishing in the feeling. His chest hair is soft against your skin and you try to shimmy around so you can keep feeling it rub against you.

“We’re never going this long without sex again,” William mutters into the crook of your neck. His cock twitches inside of you and he flexes his hips. You can feel the warmth of his come when it’s pushed out of you, making you shiver a bit.

“Stupid challenge,” you agree. The fabric of your shirt is still bunched up under your neck and it’s choking you a bit, but you’re too sated to move. William works his hand between your bodies and toys with your breast, scraping his thumb nail over the sensitive point of your nipple. You clench around him and he grunts. Your clit still feels swollen and sore and need builds up low in your stomach. “I need another, Will.”

His mouth is lazily sucking a mark against your collarbone and he releases you with a wet pop. Propping himself up on one elbow, William grins down at you with a hungry look in his eyes. His hair is messy and damp with sweat. “We need to make up for lost time,” he replies, sweeping his hand up and down your stomach, brushing his fingers close to your clit to see if he can get your hips to jerk. A twitch of his hips has his half-hard cock slipping in and out of your slick cunt, an almost obscenely wet sound filling the room.

You nod, taking your fingers through his chest hair and down through the trail below his belly button. His stomach muscles jump under your touch.

“I think we can be conservative and say I need at least twenty more,” you grin, clenching around him to watch his face twist up in an expression of pleasure. “When you take into account the travel days and whatnot.”

His laughter is bright and loud and he tweaks your nipple. “Greedy,” he murmurs. “Let’s start with three and see if we can beat that record first.”

You let your legs fall to the side and open yourself up for him. Grinning wickedly, you reply, “do your best, Mr. Nylander.”

An hour and a half later, after you’ve gotten two more orgasms and William washed your hair for you in the shower, you’re curled up against his chest with an icy blue Gatorade poured into your fancy Anthropologie glass.

Your legs are shaky, but you’ve never been more content in your life.

“I would say I’m sorry that you lost the team’s challenge, but,” you shrug, sipping at the drink, “I’m really not.”

“Eh, worth it,” William replies. “Only a couple guys left anyway. Hell, even Kniesy lost back in week two and he’s the idiot that suggested it.”

You gasp, shooting up in the bed and nearly spilling your Gatorade. “I’ve been in the orgasm desert because of Matt and he didn’t even have the decency to WIN the challenge?”

William laughs and shrugs. “Yeah, he kind of sucked at it,” he replies, tugging you back against his side, “I think it’s just Mitchy, Domes, Tanev, and Woller left.”

“Wait,” you frown. “What was the prize for winning?”

“We each kicked in one-fifty,” William rolls his up to the ceiling and squints while he does the math. “So, three k? Plus winner gets a steak dinner from Reavo since he was the first to cave and we all have to kick in for the winner’s golf club membership for a year.”

“Jesus,” you roll your eyes. “What is it with you guys and the steak dinners? And if I had known that these were the prizes, I would’ve held out another four days! I thought it was just like a pride thing.”

William laughs again and you let him pull you onto his lap, settling right over his cock. “Älskling, none of us would do this shit if it were just pride on the line,” he says seriously, resting his hands on your hips and letting his fingers dip below the waistband of your sweats.

You roll your eyes again and pout, “obviously cold hard cash, steak, and a golf membership were the only three things that could get you idiots to keep it in your pants.”

“None of those things are holding me back now,” William teases, leaning in to pepper kisses against your jaw. “Want me to take it out of my pants?”

The scratch of his facial hair feels good against your skin and you know you’re going to be beyond marked up tomorrow, but you angle your head to the side anyway to give him better access.

You hum, taking stock of the pleasant soreness between your legs and the flicker of arousal pooling low in your stomach. He kisses down the column of your neck, nipping gently at the jut of your collarbone. William’s hips rock under you and you can feel him grow hard and press into your core.

“I think I could go for a fourth,” you grin, gasping when he trusts his hips up into yours.

“Steak dinner is overrated anyway,” William replies, before taking your cup and putting it on the bedside table so he can manhandle you onto your back. “I’ve got something better to eat.”

[elllisaaa]

OBSESSION - K. SEUNGMIN

KINKTOBER DAY 8 - HANDCUFFS + EDGING

SUMMARY : when seungmin catches you flirting with another guy at a bar, he gets possessive even if he has no right to be. you deserve to be punished for making him feel like that.

-> pairing : fuck buddy!seungmin x fem!reader

-> words count : 1.7k

-> genre : smut

-> warnings : dom!seungmin x sub!reader, edging (obviously), hancuffing (obivously too), jealousy, swearing, teasing, a sprinkle of angst, choking, rough sex, hair pulling, manhandling, sex toy, orgasm denial, begging, use of 'brat', 'slut' & 'whore', dacraphylia, oral (f. receiving), fingering

+ the way i'm depicting seungmin does not represent him, it's only a work of fiction

-> 18+ content bellow, minors DNI

-> reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated ! sorry for any mistakes, english is not my first language.

-> masterlist | skz masterlist | kinktober 2024

Seungmin had only planned to spend a quiet night, alone with a movie and some snacks to relax after his stressful week at work. So being dragged by Felix and Changbin to a bar wasn’t really part of his resting schedule. What was even less part of this schedule was stumbling over you, leaning against the counter, and laughing out loud at the jokes some lame guy made. A guy that was obviously flirting with you. A guy you were obviously flirting back with. 

It shouldn’t bother him, it shouldn’t even be on his mind. After all, Seungmin was the one who made it clear to you when you started to fuck with each other that you were not exclusive, that he wasn’t ready for a real relationship yet, that you could fuck whoever else you wanted as well as he could. Though, he wasn’t prepared for the way he became completely and utterly addicted to you - to your body, your lips on him, the sounds you made when he was touching you right, your hands on him, your taste, your cunt, everything. 

So seeing that other guy that didn’t even know you hated margaritas trying to flirt with you made a kind of anger he wasn’t familiar with boil inside of him. He knew that he should get over it, that he should just let you live your life like he told you to, but something was screaming at him to stop it, to make it clear that you were his. However, a very drunk Felix interrupted his plans to crash on your little date. Just before he could leave, your eyes crossed and you waved at him with a smile that made his insides twist. He didn’t wave back, helping Changbin support Felix’s weight, and he missed the sadness that crossed your eyes for a few seconds. 

“- What's happening ? Your new fuck toy can't make you cum ?”

You rolled your eyes at Seungmin as you pushed past him to walk in his apartment. It had been a week since the bar incident, and unlike every other week, he hadn't tried to reach out even once. And you knew Seungmin could be distant and forget about answering your texts sometimes, but never this long. So you just decided to show up at his place, pretty annoyed at him at this point. 

“- Is it what this is all about ? You're jealous ?”

Your snarky tone made his jaw clench, your words hitting too close from reality for him not to feel all the rage he had endured that day come back full force, the memories of that guy leaning in and touching your waist still fresh and clear in his mind. The images had been playing again and again in his head, the thought wouldn't leave him alone. Seungmin scoffed, offended, as he watched you get comfortable on his couch. 

“- I'm not jealous. You can do whatever the fuck you want. 

- Then why did you ignore me all week ?”

Seungmin pretended to be busy as he locked the door, trying to ignore the lump forming in his throat when he thought about you being held and fucked by someone else, by someone that wasn't him. 

“- I was busy. That's all. 

- Yeah, of course ! You really think I'm gonna buy this ?”

This time, it was anger that rushed through his veins as he made a beeline to you, taking a hold of your jaw, his grip so strong you winced as you looked up at him. His eyes were burning up with a fire that was foreign even for you. 

“- Don't test me sweetheart, you know you won't be the one to win. Don't start something you can't finish.”

His tone was harsh, his words and hands rough as he wrapped one of them around your neck to bring you inches apart from his lips, but not letting you get a taste of them. You sighed against his mouth, your resolve crumbling more and more the longer he looked at you like he was going to ruin you. 

“- What are you gonna do, uh ? Punish me ?”

Your condescending tone finished to anger him as he grabbed a handful of your hair, tugging on them to guide you to his room and throwing you on the bed, ignoring your complaints as he opened the drawer of his nightstand to get his handcuffs out of them. You gulped at the sight of the all too familiar object, throwing in a fight just for the sake of it as Seungmin attached you to his bed, your arms stretched up. 

“- What happened sweetheart ? Cat got your tongue ?”

This time, it was his tone that became condescending as Seungmin started to undress himself, getting rid of his shirt and teasing you by pulling at the waistband of his sweatpants but never pulling them down. Your eyes were glued to his body, barely listening to what he was saying. 

“- Shut up…”

Seungmin clicked his tongue disapprovingly as he got something else out of his nightstand.

“- Now, you know that’s not how you’re supposed to talk to me. I think I need to teach you a lesson. Again.”

As soon as your eyes got a glimpse of the vibrator Seungmin was holding in his hands, you knew you were fucked. You looked at him desperately, already pleading with your gaze for him to not do that. But he only chuckled darkly as he threw away your pants and your panties, spreading your legs open despite your resistance. 

“- You better listen to me now, if you want to cum at all tonight.”

The threat had you closing your mouth shut and letting him press his thumb harshly against your clit, making you writhe and moan underneath his touch. Seungmin knew how much you liked to have your hands on him, and he knew how bad you wanted him to touch you too, and not some toy. And that was exactly the reason why he chose to handcuff you to his bed and edge you with a vibrator. Maybe it was cruel, maybe you didn’t really deserve that. But Seungmin didn’t care, he needed to get his frustration out, and he was going to do it on you. 

He turned on the vibrator to a low setting, pressing it against your clit. You gasped at the sudden contact, your back arching off of the bed and eyes closing shut. And it only encouraged Seungmin to circle your clit with the toy, making the stimulation even more intense for you. Every sound of pleasure that fell from your lips was like music to his ears, but it was still not enough. He needed more, he needed to remind you that you were his. 

“- You’re close, uh ?”

You nodded at his words, your moans elevating higher and higher as time passed. He knew how sensitive you were, how easy it was to make you cum once you knew where to touch, where to caress you. While he was still holding the vibrator against your clit, he kept your legs spread open with the other, eyes fixed on the way your hole clenched around nothing, on the way you were getting wetter and wetter by the seconds. And just as you warned him that you were about to cum, Seungmin pulled the toy away, only earning cries of disappointment from your part. 

“- You really thought I would let you cum just like that when you’ve been nothing but a brat ? If you want something, beg for it sweetheart.”

Without letting you have any more time to think of an answer or to collect your thoughts, Seungmin increased the settings of the toy before pressing it back down to your clit, watching you struggle against the handcuffs, watching you moan pathetically, watching you gradually break down for him with every orgasm he ripped away from you. And he never once let you have his fingers, complying to thrust the toy in between your soaked folds once he was satisfied with how weak you sounded, with how much of a mess he made of you.

“- P-Please, Minnie… Please let me cum, please, I’m sorry…”

Your moans had morphed into choked sobs by now, tears streaming down your face as you looked up at him, noticing how his eyes were burning with a dark desire to have you at his mercy. And Seungmin was adamant on not letting you cum until he was satisfied with how much you cried, how much you begged, and how many times you said his name. 

“- Not yet. I think you need to remember who’s the only one that can make you feel good.”

You whined as Seungmin took away another one of your orgasms. Your whole body was trembling underneath him, your wrists were starting to hurt from the handcuffs, but your main focus was on your release. You could feel and hear how wet you were, and by now, you were so sensitive and swollen from the stimulation of the toy that every little touch made you squirm and whimper pitifully. 

“- So tell me, little whore, who’s making you cum the hardest ? Me or that lame guy who doesn’t even know that you like to be treated like a slut ?

- You ! You, it’s you Seungmin ! It’s you, please, please, let me cum…

- That’s right, you’re my slut. Say it.

- I-I’m your slut…”

The delirious state he had managed to get you in paired with your whiny words made a proud smirk creep up on his face as he threw the vibrator away, replacing it by his tongue as he lapped at your juices. Seungmin groaned against your folds as your legs instinctively closed around his head. But this time, he didn’t spread them back open, letting you smother him as he sucked on your clit, pushing two of his fingers deep inside of your cunt, just like he knew you liked it. 

“- Cum. Now.”

His command was followed by a string of moans and “thank you”’s as Seungmin feasted in between your thighs. He could claim he only did that because he knew you liked it, he could claim that he wasn’t even jealous, he could claim that he hadn’t cum in his pants just from hearing you say you were his. He could say whatever he wanted but the truth was that he was completely and utterly obsessed with you.

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[midnightshindig]

Cecil x male reader please! I haven't seen any catering towards male readers before

Cecil x Male!Reader

We gotta get some more male reader itb for reaaals

hcs under the cut!!

Cecil is a pretty modern dude by all accounts

its giving gay republican

but like yknow specifically when gay politicians are super nonchalant about it?

Have you guys seen Birdcage (1996)? Yeah he's Armand argue with the wall

that being said, he's a VERY understated guy

it's really hard to tell he's gay

but i mean cmon he gilfs it up hard

In a relationship, Cecil tends to be the top in his relationships

it's just natural to him, he's a boss in his day to day so he can't help but take the reigns in his relationships

Not that he doesn't care about your opinion, but unless you're opposed, he usually picks the restaurant and when you have dates

He loves taking you to try new restaurants, especially ones he's never been to himself

it's a little adventure for both of you

"So, what do you think of the fish?" Cecil asks, cutting up whatever rich man meal he's savoring

"mmmish good" you respond with a grin, your cheeks still partially stuffed with food

Hates calling you his boyfriend

he's like way too old for that

he calls you his husband or lover or partner instead

Introducing you to people like:

"Hello, I'd like you to meet my husband, Y/n. Yes, he's my plus one to the event."

you could not even be married and he'd still call you his husband

very John Mulaney "I love saying my wife" energy

The best part about dating Cecil is sharing clothes

or, more accurately, the best part about dating you for Cecil is wearing your clothes

He hates shopping for semiformal or casual clothing

it's too many options and he despises choosing fabrics

and frankly he doesn't have the time for it

so it's a relief that you have such good taste

he can just borrow one of your shirts and a pair of your pants when the two of you go out

"What?" he raises an innocent eyebrow at you, buttoning YOUR button up onto himself in the mirror "I'm getting ready to go see Les Mis, like you asked."

"Cecil that's my shirt." you lean into the doorway, unimpressed

He scoffs, turning around "No, really? But it looks so good on me" his tone is dry, delivered with a knowing smile

Oh and on that note

he's weirdy into musicals and the opera and stuff like that

idk it just feels right to me

He allows himself to be a lot softer with you

like I mean wayyyyy softer

you're a fellow dude, you get it

he doesn't feel the need to impress you or maintain some paragon of masculinity or protection

He can fucking breath

and he does

For example, cuddling

He opts most often to curl his frail damaged body around yours, his head on your chest and his arms wrapped around your waist

It's like a little weird for people to conceptualize Cecil as gay

not because being gay is weird or anything

it just humanizes him too much

like wdym this guy has like.... emotions? and that he like.... fights for gay rights?

Someone get the photos of this bitch marching in the 80's istfg

Gotta learn these kids something

Cecil is OBNOXIOUS as a queer elder

but you don't mind because it comes from a good place

Cecil fucking WISHES Doc Seismic would step to him

i'd pay to see that fight ngl

Cecil adores you soooo much

he lived a pretty sparse life before you, romantically speaking

not many openly queer spies, you know?

So he cherishes you

You're his favorite person, and probably the only person he's truly emotionally vulnerable with

Don't get me wrong, he's still quiet and a man of few words when it comes to his emotions

but he leans on you more than he's leaned on anyone else

He trusts you

You probably had an evil ass slowburn trying to figure out what the other was getting at

but eventually- after like five years (and maybe some Donald Divine Intervention tm) you two get together

He probably does end up proposing at some point, but it takes him forever

You've probably been dating for like ten year by the time he proposes

I'm sorry he's so bureaucratic about this stuff

but your wedding is like magical as shit

He pulls Allllll the government strings in order to make it as magical as possible

and of course

he wears one of your suits <3

[sillygoofyqueer]

P-PART TWO. (Part one here) PART TWO OF LIU QINGGE AND LEVIATHYUAN. OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD- So Liu Qingge has just woken up, swaddled in the skin of an animal that Leviathyuan had easily tossed around like a toy, and he's obviously disoriented. Cheng Luan is laid down beside him, blood mostly wiped off it (did Leviathyuan lick it off?....................NO. He used his raggedy-ass robes. Probably), and very pleased that its master is awake and alive right now. In the background, Leviathyuan is pattering around with raw meat and random plants he found in The Depths, trying to remember everything that other creatures from The Depths had told him about humans and what they needed to survive. They needed to eat, they needed to sleep (the human was already doing that!) and....they liked being warm! Obviously, having something leaking out from their body was also bad - although, this human's blood was a strange colour. Whatever!! The plants that help him when he's being attacked in his humane form by some cocky land demons should be able to help the human. They taste funky though, so the human can wash it down with the meat from the beast - surely humans can eat meat, right? It's really plain as well, he's pretty sure that there isn't any poison with this beast; they like to roam around The Cavern sometimes, so he gets into scuffles with them when he's bored, and they do basically no damage. Liu Qingge is being hand fed by this demon creature thing that has not once tried to kill him, and is even grinning at him (with blood-soaked teeth. No, this does not affect him in any way). It's hard to have any sort of conversation with it because the creature doesn't seem to understand his language, trying to communicate through different sounds instead of forming words - which is fine, because he hates talking. He's also swooning because like "...dude....you're providing for me and helping me?" He immediately asks Leviathyuan to come back to CQM with him, and the creature is just like "aight bet" (<- he has no idea what's going on). Something something, they get back to CQM and everyone is like "Liu-shidi, is that a fucking DEMON?!?!" and he's just like "yeah" and then goes about showing Leviathyuan the sect and doing whatever is necessary to accommodate him. This creature needs to eat? They have a lot of interesting times trying to figure out what he can eat. The creature likes to watch the disciples and clap for them? Let him join in the training sessions! The creature needs somewhere big enough to accommodate his leviathan form?....SHANG-SHIXIONG!!!!!!!! Oh god, someone's- someone's gotta stop Liu Qingge, he's lost his mind!! Surely Zhangmen-Shixiong- no...no, he seems far too pleased that Liu Qingge is learning what it's like to have to keep a feral person on a leash when they just accidentally destroy everything and want to go everywhere. Plus, it keeps Liu Qingge on the mountain more, so he's in meetings and actually training his disciples, even if it's just so this strange demon will smile and pat his head. What about Shen Qingqiu? He seems to despise demons, so surely he'll have something to say about this?- Ah, no, no, he was irritated by the demon at first, but then he found himself getting frustrated that nobody was trying to forge communication with this demon that Liu Qingge had KIDNAPPED (in his eyes). After some taunting from a certain source when he points it out (Qi Qingqi), he becomes determined to teach Leviathyuan how to speak and read and learn- Okay, but like, Mu Qingfang can think about the dangers of having a demon in the mountain sect??? Oh, he's far too busy following the demon around and trying to figure out how the fuck this creature works. He cries with each new baffling discovery he makes because he just wants to learn more about the other species that live in their world with them but nooooo, of course they have to be super confusing and make him want to give up and have a tantrum all at once.

[ceaselesswatchersspecialboy]

enamored with the bill possessing Ford's body au. If you would feel up to it, do you have more tidbits? :3

I’m happy to see so many people enjoying it!! I have a lot of additional tidbits so I’ll just stick to giving a few for now:

— Dipper finds out Ford is the author a lot earlier, for the obvious reasons of Bill being present in Ford’s body. He doesn’t put the pieces together right away, only because initially, he hates Bill, disappointed that the ‘scientist’ his parents spoke about that he wanted to impress turned out to be nothing like what he had hoped, ignoring and dismissing him instead, even taking a liking to Mabel before him! He has this idealised version of the author in his head, someone who he relates to and finds comfort in, and he doesn’t want to taint that vision by suspecting it may be someone who he hates. He may be a mystery lover but he is still a twelve year old with a grudge.

It’s only after he and Bill start getting along that he brings it up, and Bill doesn’t think to lie. He’s just that surprised Dipper found it. He does lie about not remembering things though to avoid Dipper’s questions about the paranoia and why he hid it — as on the spot kind of thing, and that becomes Dipper’s mystery fixation of the summer.

— Stan and Bill have various nicknames for each other, with Bill’s main one for Stan being ‘Fez’, and Stan’s main one for Bill being ‘Goldie’.

— Speaking of them, when it comes to their relationship, they are genuinely friends after thirty years of living together, but what that friendship entails is where it gets complicated and I don’t think I can summarise here. I’d say it can best be described as two people who have come to understand each other very deeply, and are similar in a thousand ways, but they would rather throw themselves off a cliff than acknowledge or talk about that. There’s also the lingering anger and resentment on Stan’s end, not for taking Ford’s body, he knows Bill doesn’t want to be stuck here either, but for what he did to Ford before that, how he hurt him. He, much to his confusion, does care about Bill, and Bill, much to his own confusion as well, does care about Stan back, but their friendship is built on something awful, and that doesn’t just go away.

— On a sillier note, it was in 1990 that Stan realised Bill was his only friend and that he sort of enjoyed his company, and that truly was a horrifying moment. On the other end Bill finally admits to some degree he might care for Stan in 1994, which happens while both of them are drunk, and Bill likes to claim it didn’t happen. The image below also probably summarises the lighter aspect of their dynamic better than I could word it here:

— Bill has taxidermy as a hobby and actually gives Dipper and Mabel a few lessons in it, creating some displays for the shack. Weirdly good bonding activity.

— Very specific ‘episode’ idea in my mind where Stan and Bill get framed by Faires that Bill angered a thousand years ago for a crime they didn’t commit, and Dipper and Mabel have to figure out how to prove their innocence, finding more about their Grunkles along the way, and also having to beat a fairy in a game of poker.

— Mabel at some point comes to the conclusion her “Grunkle Ford” had a bad breakup that he still hasn’t gotten over and makes it her goal to help him through it. This is part of her summer mission. It comes up frequently. It’s ridiculous I know but what is Gravity Falls without a generous amount of both angst and utter silliness.

I’ll probably leave it at that for now! But if you’d want more or have any specific questions, I shall do my best. I’m still figuring out some stuff too so input will be helpful.

[obbystars]

Boothill HCs

NOTES: dividers by @cafekitsune !!

( Made before 2.2 / Boothill might be OOC / GN!Reader / I was in a “writing” mood tbh / first half is fluff, second half is small angst / i just love angst )

Prefers to be the little spoon because he likes the feeling of being held. Plus he enjoys the warmth it gives him. Bonus points if you give him kisses while you’re cuddling.

Speaking of, please shower him in kisses, he loves it. It flusters him a lot and may cause him to blue screen for a moment, but aeons… he loves it. First time you did it, he did actually overheat.

A biter, but I think we all know that. He goes in, seemingly going to give you a kiss, but now you have a faint bite mark on your cheek. You’re pointing your finger at him? Chomp. Your clothes show a bit of skin? Chomp. Does he “kiss it better”? Sure, if you ask nicely enough. He’s pretty smug about it.

It took some time, but you eventually (sort of) mastered understanding Boothill through his censorship. Sometimes you even complete sentences for him, or rephrase it in the way he would’ve said it. Sometimes he tells you to tell someone they’re “this” and “that”.

Would be more than happy to help you learn how to handle a gun. You never know when it will actually come in handy in the future, so it’s better to learn now. It’s not like he can stay around for long so he can’t always be there to protect you anyway. Managing to hit your mark will have him so happy.

Has probably given you a bullet through a kiss more times than one might expect. Was it on purpose? Accident? Who knows! ( it definitely wasn’t an accident )

God forbid anyone looks at you the wrong way or let alone touch you. He’s pretty intimidating ( but so god damn hot.. ) so there aren’t a lot of fights as a result. If there is, you may want to grab a chair and a drink. Maybe two once he’s done.

A gift giver in my eyes. It’s not always something expensive, but he seems like the “I saw this and thought you might like it” kind of guy.

Since I can’t go on anywhere without slapping angst, here we go.

Part of him feels like he’s not providing you enough. As much as his body gives him an advantage in his work, it’s kind of a disadvantage when it comes to you. He’s cold and made of metal. Whenever you ask to be the little spoon this time, he always wonders if he’s crushing you. He knows how to be gentle, but he can’t help but think he’s holding you too tightly.

More often than not, he doesn’t feel like he’s in “his own body.” His body moves as he commands it to, he can still feel emotions, still think for himself, but there’s always the thought that this isn’t living. That he’s not really “living”. He doesn’t bleed red, he doesn’t have a heart that beats. He knows it doesn’t bother you, but it still bothers him. If he was given the chance to live again as a “normal” human, he’d take that in a heartbeat.

Make no mistake, he loves you more than anything. He loves how you make him feel, he loves being with you and the affection you give him. He just thinks you could have someone better. Someone who can be with you all the time and give you what he can’t. He never voices this to you, though. At least not now. Maybe one day..

Most nights, he stays up. And most nights, there are a lot of unwanted thoughts. You ever so slightly tightening your hold on him while you sleep takes him away from those thoughts for a while, only to then be reminded he has to leave you again in the morning. He hates having to do that, but there’s not much any of you can do.

I want to write so much more but UGH im outta ideas…

[sandstormjoneshusband]

finally refined my amalgamate kanako take a little bit. was gonna annotate my thoughts on the image but i hate making compositions lol, so ill just talk below the cut in a semi-ramble. enjoy!

she is fused with a few other dunes monsters. when she woke up in the lab without her mother, i feel like she wouldve latched onto the most familiar looking monsters for some semblance of comfort and spent the most time with them before... everything went wrong. if you haven't guessed already, they are:

a dunebud (eyes)

a cactus monster (back spikes)

a monster of the same species as bryan (guy you give the hard hat to in the mines) (general long body, arms, slug-like tail)

(i would like to give each of them more defined individual personalities/names/etc at some point too, but i havent settled on anything yet. stay tuned for that if you want i guess)

much like how crystal (snowdrakes mum) seems to be the 'main' host in her amalgamate, kanako has the most control in this amalgamate (probably something to do with her having a stronger soul than most monsters). when this is the case, the left side of the face is visible and the left ear perks up. when one (or several) of the other monsters are fronting, this occurs for the right side instead.

for anyone who didnt know, the uty devs confirmed they intended for kanako to be the spoon amalgamate who tucks frisk in, which my take on her is inspired by. when she starts to lose memories of her old self as all the amalgamates do, she holds onto the faint memory of ceroba tucking her into bed. one of her daily routines in the lab is neatly making every bed until one of the others makes a mess of it, then rinse and repeat. again and again.

like how frisk helps the other amalgamates remember their old lives through acts, they help kanako remember her mother more clearly when they hop onto the bed, hence why she fondly pats their head as she can now remember ceroba doing after tucking her in every night.

the unfortunate side effect of her regaining a large chunk of her memory is that her guilt over 'failing' the experiment resurfaces, and she convinces herself that her mother wouldnt want to see her, even if they were ever allowed to go free. she ends up being the last amalgamate alphys reunites with their families, it takes a lot of convincing from her as well as the other parts of kanako that want to see their families to get her to leave the lab.

to keep it short, kanako and cerobas bond after the barrier breaks starts off a little rocky. ceroba is of course overjoyed kanako is alive, though it does take her a long while to get used to her being made up of three other monsters. they both still have feelings of immense guilt towards each other due to the incident that got them in this situation to begin with, which also takes a long time to smooth out. regardless, they are both doing their best to move forward and make the most of the second chances theyve both been given.

[avelera]

You may have talked about this before, but what's your opinion on Arcane!Machine Herald? Because I've seen him get a lot of hate because he diverges a lot from his original self-made cyborgy lore, but I personally LOVE him to bits. I was kinda worried because Arcane S1 already had lots of mechanical bodymods and an entire race of sentient robots so I was like "ok how is he supposed to be radical compared to that?" and then he engineered himself into a worldending cosmic horror being, i love him

I have no investment in League or its lore so Arcane Machine Herald doesn't have a strong emotional attachment to me one way or the other?

To me, the design emphasizes the magical aspect of the Hexcore taking over Viktor. The one complaint I do understand from League fans and somewhat share is that Viktor's Herald villain arc is a bit muddled with his S1 scientific motivations, to me.

The thing is, to me, Viktor is a scientist, and the Machine Herald and Commune leader stuff is a bit too mystical to me for the Viktor we knew. I have trouble reconciling how he pivoted to that if it was his own choice. That's why I tend to headcanon that the Hexcore was pretty active not just in persuading Viktor to become a Cult Leader, but also for the aesthetics and tone of the cult leader choice, leaning into mage imagery like robes and a staff.

Of course, that robs some agency from the character, which is overall less interesting, but I can't help but feel a true villain arc that was totally self-directed by Viktor would have been a bit more scientific, it would have been more him willfully replacing parts of himself to stay alive.

But as you noted too, that doesn't really work within Arcane, neither does that original Machine Herald motivation. We've got Bolbok on the Council who is basically a robot, we've got Sevika and the entire undercity with tons of metal body modifications. Viktor making it some sort of cause to replace humans with machine parts to cure their imperfections doesn't really work in Arcane as something that's an ideological stand or a philosophy of any kind. It's just day to day life. So from there, I understand leaning more into mysticism as his route for making people "perfect".

Perhaps my... hmm, not point of criticism but simply a personal story squick is that I don't like cults and I don't like the hippy sort of imagery they went for with Cult Leader Viktor, for me the whole vibe was very squicky throughout (which is why I was thoroughly baffled when people ever thought the cult was a good thing, I was silently screaming with discomfort the whole time) and a part of me really struggled to reconcile how S1 Viktor would ever choose to craft a place like this. Like I said, that's why I kind of had to go with the idea, for my own sake, that Viktor on his own wouldn't craft some weird hippy monastery where everyone just works and praises him all day, that this is an element of the Hexcore. That Real Viktor if he could control his own actions and was fully present (rather than half living on the astral plane) would also be horrified.

As for how this lends to the Machine Herald design *shrug* that's also a very "mystical" look to me, it follows from the more magical take on Herald, but it is artistically cool and very alien. Personally, I see it as simply the humanoid form of the Hexcore, its choice for what it will look like, and it's basically just using Viktor as a battery at that point to power itself in turn and to give itself a voice, Viktor is all but wholly subsumed, he didn't design that look, he has been the cocoon for the Hexcore growing inside him, and Ekko + Jayce + Anomaly Future Viktor are needed to rip it off of the real Viktor, who is immediately horrified by all that occurred and, to me, had very little agency throughout while being constantly fed the belief that he did have control. Honestly, I think Viktor was contending with an ancient seed of Void power using him as a vessel and he was hilariously outclassed by something far more ancient and powerful than him using him as an incubator for itself but, again, that's just one possible interpretation.

I know this got a bit off topic but yeah, I agree on some points about how the original Herald stuff just doesn't work in Arcane and the rest is sort of my more general feelings about the Herald and the Herald look.

[insomanic-fanfication]

Hey, I really liked your Dick Grayson sfw and nsfw alphabets! When you have the time, can I request either of those for Jason Todd? Thanks 😊

Jason Todd SFW Alphabet

Author's note: Of course! I planned on doing his anyway after finishing some of my drafts. But that's taking a little longer than I thought it would. CW:

Alphabet Under the cut!

Affection: How affectionate are they? How do they show it?

Jason isn't really affectionate, at least in open places. He's got way too many people wanting his head on a pike. Family and friends know you two are dating; however, if someone on the outside saw you two, they would have no idea. However, when you two are alone, his true colors bleed through. His personality is similar to that of a huge dog that hasn't figured out they can't be a lap dog anymore. Laying his head on your lap while you do your own things. He is reading a book, and you do one of your hobbies. Just decompressing from the day Comfortably in science and enjoying the other's presence. Will 100% fall asleep if you start playing with his hair.

Best Friend: What are they like as best friends? How would you become best friends?

Unless he needed to ask you for something, you would probably have had to make the first move toward friendship. Jason gets very lonely, but trying to meet new people on his own accord is not part of his personality. If he approached you, it would be one of two things; 1. You did something that impressed him, or 2. Dick was pestering him about meeting new people too much, and he caved to make Dick leave him alone.

Cuddles: Do they like to cuddle? How would they?

Jason hesitates to cuddle at first; it's not that he hates it, but more so, he fears it. For the most part, positive physical interaction is a foreign concept in his body. For the first few times he cuddles, he will flinch, and it doesn't matter which one of you enacted it. But once he gets to the point of cuddling, where you two can cuddle, he is relaxed? Your fate is sealed. You've created a monster! Anytime you're not busy in the apartment, it's cuddle time, and no protests are allowed. Will get pouty if you have to get up.

Domestic: Do they want to settle down? How good are they at cooking and cleaning?

Jason is one of the Batfam members who would settle down in a heartbeat, even if it's just for a year or two. He craves at least some normality. But if he does, no one can protect the ones he loves, at least not well, in his opinion. Unlike his brothers, Jason is an excellent cook and even a chef with his skills. One of his favorite early memories is helping and learning to cook with Alfred. He's also very good at cleaning, partly cause his spaces are the bare-bone things to live in. However, he likes to clean his apartment or space once weekly as a coping mechanism. It's something he feels he is in complete control over. However, if you find him randomly deep-cleaning a room or his apartment. BE AFRAID; he's not okay, no matter how often he tries to tell you he is alright. For him, that is grippy sock stay levels that are not okay.

Ending: If they had to break up? How would they?

Like Dick, if you two broke up and he was the one that broke it off, it was due to him having an episode. But unlike Dick, it would be out of paranoia. Jason would make himself believe that your life will be destroyed. or you'll die because you are dating him. He would most likely ghost you and not actually break up with you. Because the words would pain him too much to say out loud. Only coming to his senses after the episode has passed, realizing his actions, and imminently finding you in person, terrified he fucked up everything between you both.

Fiance: How do they feel about commitment? How long before they pop “the question”?

Jason didn't want marriage for a long while, too terrified that it would make something go wrong. However, the longer the relationship goes on, nothing terrible happens like he expected. The more the thought of marriage would come into his mind. Asking what your thoughts on marriage are one night while cuddling.

Gentle: How gentle are they? Both physically and Emotionally? 

Jason is incredibly gentle with his partners, partly due to his personality and partly because he fears accidentally hurting you. He's a little rough around the edges emotionally, though, mostly because he's not used to being a completely open book to people.

Hugs: Do they like hugs? What are their hugs like?

Jason hugs like a dad coming home after a long trip. He'll hug your waist and lift you, keeping you in his arms with the biggest smile. He'll kiss your forehead while you feel the warmth of his body around you.

I love you: How fast do they say the L-word?

Jason would be extremely slow to say the actual' I love you' wording, but he would make up for it in physical affection and words of affirmation. Holding you as close as he can while telling you how much you mean to him and how great of a partner you are to him. So, people may mistake it for love bombing, which added to his other behavior. But it's because it's so hard for him to verbally tell you he loves you. He feels he needs to say it to you in other words, so you know how much his heart bleeds for you.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? What would they do?

Jason gets super jealous; he won't control who you talk to or anything like that. He knows you have a life outside your guy's relationship, and it's not his place to manage. But he's protective of you and gets jealous when others flirt with you because, in the back of his mind, it's hard for him to believe someone would date him. So he's worried that you'll find someone more accessible to love, and you'll give up on him. Does it sound balls off the wall crazy? Yes, but mental illness is rarely something that likes to make sense.

Kissing: What are their kisses like? Where do they like to be kissed/ kiss you? 

Jason loves it when you kiss places on him that are generally done on the submissive partner, such as his knuckles, neck, forehead, etc. He finds them so comforting and feels very loved.

Little ones: How are they around kids?

Jason is great around kids unless it's his brothers. Generally speaking, though, he's very good with kids. Sometimes, he understands what's okay for a kid or not. He'll let a toddler he's watching fidget with an unloaded gun if they are very interested in it. But he'll explain to the kid in terms they understand gun safety and how you know a gun is loaded or not. Telling the kid you never treat a gun like it's a toy. It is a 100% safe choice for a kid to go to if they can't find their parent.

Morning: How are they during the mornings?

He's a morning person but a lazy morning person. He'll wake up at 5-6 and do dishes, eat, and do morning stretches, but he will not do any actual work until around noon. God forbid the poor man has a morning shift, no matter what his day job is. He'll be the grumpiest man in the world, but he hides it well from clients/ customers. Some of his coworkers get very confused of this very quick change of mood, but others just see that, and think 'Same brick wall dude, Same'.

Nights: How are they spent with them?

He is a huge Night Owl, wither that be doing the bulk of his work at Night, or having a nice cuddle session with you while having a smoke on the fire escape of the apartment. He is a very light sleeper, or deep sleep with every hour or so waking back up. He also has a lot of night terrors, so he tends to avoid sleep, ESPECIALLY if you are staying over at his place. He has a lot of 'what if i hurt you..' paranoia.

Open: When would they start revealing things about themselves?

Try to get Jason to open up, is like trying to open a can with no can opener. You may have be in a relationship with him for 5 years, and still not know everything about him. Not because he doesn't trust you not to use that against him. But because he struggles with knowing WHEN to open up about things in a relationship. He wants to make sure your twos relationship is a healthy as it can be, which every now and then dose end up causing problems. Especially when he's having a ptsd episode and you feel helpless within how to help him through it.

Patience: How easily angered are they?

He tries to be a laid back person, tries to be, is the wording there, he doesn't have a hair thin trigger, but sometimes his trauma just gets triggers by something he doesn't even see the connection to, so he's in a pissed off fight response for a bit. He does, however go to anger management therapy to try and help these behavior issues. But somethings slip through the cracks before they can be brought up in therapy. This does not stop him from bragging to his siblings, that he's the only one taking care of his mental health.

Quizzes: They remember everything or nothing about you?

It's like a scale, sometimes he remembers everything, other times he can't remember your favorite hoodie, (it's the one that's been used as a pillowcase for 3 months, because he missed holding you). He can dissociate for a long awhile, but him also bottling up his emotions plays a bigger role in this.

Remember: What is their favorite memory in the relationship?

The first time you fell asleep while cuddling with him. You both were watching cheesy 90s slashers for Halloween night, snuggled in almost a cocoon of blankets and snacks. When he turned to check on why you had been so quiet, you had falling asleep while being snuggled so far into him, that he half expected for you to fuse into his side. The amount of trust you had for him, the emotions he felt was too much and he ended up crying for the first time in years. the tears feeling like they were burning his eyes, but it's still a memory he holds closest to his heart.

Security: How protective are they? How would you protect each other?

No matter what your appearance is, wither that be tall and lanky or short n stout. Jason tends not to need a lot of physical protection, but you are most defiantly the protector of his emotional peace and social battery. Think of it like a Pitbull done with his guarding of the house for the day, so runs to their favorite human to become the biggest cuddle bug on earth. That's Jason Todd, (He's very Resurce dog coded, don't blame me, blame DC). He very much, however, is scary looking guard dog for you. He could kill someone with his death glare sometimes.

Try: How much effort would they put into dates, gifts, anniversaries, etc?

Jason puts an extreme amount of effort into your anniversaries, gifts and dates! He's not a social able person, so don't expect fancy Lucious dinner dates at a 5 star restaurant. They make him very uncomfortable, thinking everyone's eyes are on him. But he will make you the most romantic and gushy homemade dinners, your favorite flowers or candy. Cooking Red type pastas with red wine or cooking a Hispanic dish that learned while growing up around crime ally.

Ugly: What are some bad habits of theirs?

He has a bad habit of pushing you away, instead of telling you what's up. For better, or for worse. Sometimes it's because his crime lord days caught up to close to him, and for your safety he pushed you away. Or on the worse side of things, he's terrified you'll look at him as a monster or not understand where he's coming from with his trauma and his poor mental health, so he tries to keep them from you as long as possible, until he has no choice to tell you, or lose the relationship he has built with you.

Vanity: How concerned are they with their looks?

Honestly, Yes and no, like he cares about his looks more than a person would think, but like.. slightly more. He's not gonna shower every single day on the dot and shave his pubic hair into a sharp clean design. But he absolutely cares about keeping up good hygiene. Though he does have issues with cleaning his teeth, nothings rotting in there, but he is brushing his teeth waaay less than he really should be.

Whole: Would they feel incomplete without you?

No, unless you two date each other until your 4 years into retirement and you die of old age. He will be able to feel the same before you to started dating, because he feels incomplete on a regular basis. Like he isn't able to do enough, BE a enough for anyone to see him how he is as a person now.

Xtra: Random headcanon for them?

Jason use to smoke weed, especially in his teen years, regularly. But now he smokes cigs, problary Marlboro's or Lucky Strikes maybe Camels , and eats edibles every now and then to help with muscle pain and mood swings. (he still hasn't figure out if meds are worth not being able to have a beer whenever he wants.)

He knows he has PTSD, maybe C-PTSD, however he's not quite sure or not that he has BPD or a similar disorder, he's mainly just not internally ready to know the answer to that part of himself just yet. He's barely processed his feelings towards his Mother, so he's not there yet in his healing journey.

Yuck: What are some things they don’t like, in general, or in a partner?

if you have bad few of poor people or think poor people are only poor because they chose to be. Than I'm sorry, but Jason is more likely to pop a bullet in your head than he is to see you in a good light, let alone a romantic one.

Zzz: What is their sleeping habit?

Either waking up every 1 to 2 hours, or only sleeping 30mins to 3 hours and then staying up for the rest of the night or start cleaning or smoking a cig outside.

[dontshootmespence]

IT'S GONNA BE MY YEAR

“It’s gonna be my year.”

The mantra echoed in Eddie’s head, repeating itself with ever-increasing volume to the point where he didn’t even hear the obnoxious clang of the bell that signaled the end of class. 

Shaking out the monotony, he got up from his desk and slowly ambled toward his locker. Going to class was a bore, but if this was what he had to do to get out of this hellhole he was going to make it happen. The hallways were abuzz with students talking about anything and everything. Nothing that actually mattered though. He caught snippets of conversations about weekend plans, the upcoming game, marching band, and some of his D&D friends talking about their most recent epic campaign. 

Once his friends passed him, he tuned out the rest of the student body. Either none of them mattered to him, they pissed him off, or they were unattainable to him. 

Before he could even register it, some asshole in a green and white letterman jacket jammed him in the shoulder, causing his books to fall to the floor. He bent down, grimacing all the while. He was used to it by now.

“Hey, douchebag!” Eddie heard someone scream from behind him. “Does that make you feel cool, Jason?”

Eddie turned his head around to see Y/N yelling at the head of the basketball team. She wasn’t in the “nerd group” so to speak, but she wasn’t exactly popular either. Thing was, she didn’t care. He loved that about her. 

Jason slinked away without saying anything, which made a smile curl at the edge of Eddie’s lips. “Go ahead, walk away like a little bitch!”

When she bent down to help him, he met her gaze and smiled. “Thanks for that. I always love watching you call out the assholes in this place.” He hadn’t really meant for that last part to come out. Eddie the Banished wasn’t necessarily hurting for female attention, but he knew the hierarchy in this place. Who was on his level and who wasn’t. Y/N definitely wasn’t. She was ridiculously smart and effortlessly cool without fitting in with any one group. 

“Jason’s a douche. Don’t pay any attention to him.”

“I try not to,” he laughed, a warmth spreading through him when she laughed too. She handed him his math book. He hated that thing. “I don’t know if I even want this back.”

“Not your best subject?” She asked. 

He stumbled over his words as he took her in. She was wearing acid wash, a checkered red and black sweater-shirt thing that dipped just a little too low, and a little silver chain necklace that highlighted her chest. “Definitely not.” It was rare that he felt ashamed, but in her presence, admitting he could barely pass remedial math, he did. “Thanks for your help.”

“No problem,” she said softly. When he began to walk away, she called for him. “Eddie, I could help you with math if you want.” Her body swayed, a soft smile highlighting her beautiful face. 

“You sure? You’re okay being seen with Eddie “The Freak” Munson?”

She jogged up to his side and they began walking toward the west hall. “People are assholes. I don’t think you’re a freak. I’d be happy to help. We’d just have to find a place to study because my parents don’t allow anyone over.”

“I mean, I live in a trailer with my uncle. Would your parents let you come over?”

She snickered. “No, but I also don’t really tell them anything. I just go where I want and they can’t really get mad because I get good grades and they have appearances they need to maintain. Grounding their only daughter doesn’t look good. Tonight?”

“Definitely, you know where the trailer park is?” He hated saying that out loud to her. 

“Yup. How about 8?”

“Sound good.”

                                                               -----

Later that night, Eddie tried desperately to get the guy stink and reefer out of the air. He knew this wasn’t a date or anything, but he still felt the need to impress her. Despite hearing her car roll up to the trailer park, he practically jumped out of his skin when she knocked on the trailer door.

The breath was knocked out of him when he opened the door. She’d changed since class let out, wearing a black skirt, red crop top, and little red heels. “Ready to get started?” She asked.

For nearly an hour and a half, she did her best to break down the mathematical concepts he was supposed to understand. She was more than patient and didn’t say a thing about the fact that his room was a complete mess and the whole trailer still smelled of dope. “Can we take a break?” He asked, rubbing his temple. “I’m starting to get it, but my head is killing me.”

Smiling, Y/N stood up and stretched, even more of her silken skin peeking out from under her shirt. “Sure, what do you usually do to relax?”

Laughing, he replied, “What I normally do is probably not something you’d be into. I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.”

Her gaze softened in a way that made him warm all over. “I’m not as innocent as you think, Eddie Munson.”

Scrambling off his bed, he went to his drawer and pulled out a pre-rolled joint from earlier - one he’d imagined lighting up after she left. “You ever smoked one of these before?”

“A joint,” she said, reaching across to take the joint and the lighter from his hands, “Yes, I have.” As the end of the cigarette caught flame, she inhaled deeply, and little wisps of smoke danced around her lips. She held her breath, allowing the smoke to fill her lungs. “Not my first time.”

“Who would’ve thought,” Eddie replied with a smile. When she offered the joint to him, he took in between took fingers and slipped it into his mouth, relaxing a bit as he jumped off the bed and grabbed her a snack from the cabinet above their heads. “So, when did you start smoking?”

She hesitated for a moment, taking her turn with the joint before answering. “A couple years ago. As an only child from a well-to-do family, I apparently need to have the weight of the world on my shoulders. My dad wants me to become a doctor, so I study my ass off and they continue to acknowledge that I’m his pride and joy. It’s a lot to handle. And lately, I’ve decided not to apply to college as a pre-med major. I want to follow my own dreams, not his, you know?””

Nodding, he took the joint from her and took a puff. “What do you want to do with your life?” He asked genuinely. 

“I’ve always loved the idea of the ocean even though I’ve never even seen one. I want to study marine biology and learn about sea creatures and stuff.” He saw a weight lift from her shoulders - like she could finally be herself around someone. 

“That’s fucking awesome,” he replied, handing the joint back to her. “Why do your parents not want you to do that? You’d be a brainy scientist.”

“Because apparently nothing is respectable besides being a doctor or a lawyer.”

She spoke with such disdain that he felt bad for ever assuming that her life was an easy one just because she came from better circumstances than him. He swallowed the lump in his throat. “You’ll make an amazing marine biologist, and you’ll do it on your terms. Fuck everyone else’s expectations.”

Silence hung heavily like the smoke in the air. When she went to hand the joint back to him, he held up his hand. “Take another one. I think you might need it more right now.”

Her smile shined in the smoke-infused trailer. Spinning around, her arms outstretched, she pulled the cigarette to her lips and took a small hit before stopping herself abruptly. “Thanks, Eddie. I really needed this.”

“It’s the least I can do for the math help.”

She took another big puff of the joint and crossed the space between them, pausing in front of him. His eyes fell to her lips and the next thing he knew they were on him, the smoke from her mouth traveling to his own. Slowly, she slipped her tongue across his before pulling away.

Eddie stood almost frozen in place, still feeling the heat of her lips on his. “Y-you didn’t just do that because you’re in a like, vulnerable place right?”

She shook her head, reaching for the hem of her shirt and slipping it off to reveal that she wasn’t wearing a bra. 

“I...” Eddie’s mouth went dry.

As she stepped toward him, she reached out to grasp his hand. His fingertips were rough and semi-cracked from his near-constant guitar playing, but she didn’t flinch, placing his hand on her breast. 

Without hesitation, Eddie pulled her toward him and molded his other hand to her skin, pliant and warm. Roaming her body, he breathed. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” 

She bit her lip and cradled her head in the crook of his neck, filling herself with the scent of him - earthy wisps of dried flowers and a crackling fire with just a hint of something that was all his own. He drowned in the feeling of her warmth against him, a heavy breath escaping his mouth as she kissed the spot just below his ear.

“Want you,” she said softly, running her hands under his belt.

Eddie grasped a swath of her hair and pulled her mouth to his, their previous hesitancy and intent giving way to a frenetic intensity that neither had felt in quite some time. Clothing fell to the floor as they stumbled over the various items left there, landing with a thud against the wall right next to his guitar.

“Will you play for me someday?” Y/N asked, stepping out of her skirt. 

Eddie nodded, moaning when she bit his lower lip and ripped his belt from its loops. “Absolutely.” His light-hearted smile fell as she dropped to her knees before him.

Looping her fingers under his jeans and boxers, she replied. “I’ll hold you to it.” His cock sprang free, and she smiled against him, placing kisses from the base of his shaft to the tip of his cock.

He let out a shaky breath when she added her tongue to the mix, nearly losing his balance as his knees gave way slightly. She laughed against the curls at the base of his cock and placed her hands against the wall on either side of him. “I’ve got you,” she said melodically. 

When he looked down, he nearly lost it, her eyes glossed over in ecstasy, lips plump and dewy with spit. “Fuck,” he replied, swallowing the lump in his throat. “Need...” As she wrapped her lips around him, all thought was cut off and the rest of what he was going to say got caught in his throat.

Raw need permeated every nerve, his body on fire at the feel of her mouth, warm, wet, and swirling around his shaft. Slipping his hands into her hair, he guided her movements, showing her what he liked without saying a word. They fell into a rhythm of groans and thrusts, his cock randomly hitting the back of her throat, the feeling shooting straight to her pussy. When she moaned around him, he nearly came, pulling her off him just in time. “Wait,” he said, eyes hooded with need, “have to be inside you.”

Pulling her toward the bed, he knocked some of his knick-knacks over trying to grab for a condom. He quickly sheathed himself and fell back onto the bed, guiding himself into her with one smooth movement.

“Holy fuck,” they groaned simultaneously.

Pure, unadulterated lust overcame the lingering effects of the joint. Leaning forward, she grasped his lips in a kiss as her hips bucked up and down. "Fuck me, Munson."

Eddie slipped his hands into her hair, gently tugging at the scalp and smiling against her as she whimpered. She smelled like weed and sunshine, the scent filling his nose as he pulled her down onto him, filling her fully.

Without a word, he flipped her over and let instinct take over, grinding slowly into her sweet cunt until she was crying out, legs wrapped tightly around his waist. “Holy hell,” she breathed.

He pulled her in close, reveling in the feel of her sweat-slick skin against his. “I really hope you get out of this town, Y/N. You deserve it.”

“You do too, Eddie. What would you do if you got out of here?”

He pondered the question for a moment. "Honestly, I don't know. I've never believed I'd get out...until this year. I feel like I might actually graduate at 20."

"I'll help," she said sincerely, looking up at him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. "I'll tutor you in math and once you graduate maybe we can shove off to one of the coasts. I can study marine life, you can play for me, and you'll figure out what you want to do with your life."

That sounded perfect, almost too good to be true. "I'd like that," he replied, kissing the top of her head. "It's finally gonna be my year."

[pain-indeed]

Meta Knight rambles

So I don't really know how to put this

Meta Knight's main goal is power.

He's often seen trying to be stronger in some way or another.

In RoMK he's trying to conquer DreamLand, to obtain authority over its people. He's trying to obtain political power.

In Meta Knightmare Ultra, he tries to battle the strongest warrior in the galaxy, to train. Here, he's trying to obtain physical power.

However, if strenght is something he wants more of, he already has a lot of it ;

Him leading the Meta-Knights, him being known to be a great warrior, him having enough willpower to resist Fecto Forgo's mind control (and showing signs of resistance to possession in earlier games, like in Epic Yarn)

MK is shown to sometime lack these powers ;

In KatAM he's emprisoned in a mirror and incapacited, in Epic Yarn he gets possesed by Yin Yarn, in Star Allies and KF2 he looses control of himself, and in Planet Robobot he's captured and mechanized, denied of any agency.

He also can never beat Kirby no matter how hard he tries, even with conbining forces with Dedede.

To me, his character revolves around power. How he has it, strives for more, or how he looses it. Thats' the source of his greatest flaws (not understanding that people can live without it / making horrible decisions to obtain more / hurting himself in his endless persuit for greatness / making him not enjoy simple things in life) that are notably displayed in RoMK.

Anyways, its intersting to me because there's so many headcanons you can make out of this.

Headcanons below

-RoMK happened due to a lack of understanding on his part. He was'nt just worried for the inhabitants of DreamLand beacause they could'nt protect themselves if they were so lazy, he also did'nt understood how they could live without constantly wanting to be the strongest. He does'nt undestand that some people are content with having other people defend them.

-He hates not being in control, and therefore hates being posessed or anytging like it. He's actually slightly terrified of it, because if he does'nt like beating someone in a fight, at least then he still can make decisions. Posession means that you can't do that, and depending on the case you can't even think properly. It was even worse during his mechanisation, considering he probably cares a lot about personal space, and his body was modified without consent.

-If MK cares about power, DMK, on the other hand, cares more about freedom (arguably a sort of power in itself). To me, he's focused mainly on self preservation and his own needs before anyone else ; he's like, a neutral party. My reasoning : In Star allies, he wants to steal the hearts for himself, but he helps saving the world doig so. In KTDX, he fights Dedede for revenge (perhaps being sealed away for so long warped his mind to the point he lashes out at anybody he sees???) and we don't know why he's doing what he does in KatAM. But most of the time, he's doing things for himself. I'd immagine that preservating his safety and freedom would be the most important thing to him. Also, the mirror probably made him value his freedom more.

-He probably wants to be more powerfull to protect others (one of his main personality traits is to be compassionate after all). Everytime he fails at doing that he blames himself. Remember in RoMk when he was feeling sorry for his crew ? I headcanon he often feels like that. Maybe the reason is some kind of traumatic experience in his ever unknown past.

-He cares so much about his image because he considers stuff like having a cute face or liking sweets a weakness others could exploit to hurt him (or laugh at him).

Arrgh I like thinking about Meta Knight so much.

Look at this.