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cheridraws · 1 year ago
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Just did a squat for the first time in looooong time and. I cannot walk now
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elliezlils11utt · 1 month ago
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🦇- KINKTOBER DAY 2: KNIFE KINK! -🩸
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a/n: i need a pocket knife after writing this. ALSO 1000 FOLLOWERS? thank u guys sm, i never thought anyone would read my writing lol.
summary: ellie notices you staring at her and her knife and takes a break from studying to give you what you want
contents: RUSHED! lowercase intended, collage!ellie x roommate!ready, knife kink obviously, loser dom!ellie, goofy lowkey, ellie fucks u with a knife, adrenaline kink? fingering (r receiving) IF YOURE UNCOMFORTABLE WITH ANY OF THIS DO NOT READ!!
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ellie doesn’t leave the house without this stupid fucking switch blade. at first you thought it was stupid and you didn’t understand why. but after watching her hands handle the knife id say you don’t mind anymore. she plays with it when shes nervous or thinking. her fingers flip through the knife spinning the blade around skillfully. today she sits at her desk studying for her test this week. her eyebrows knit together and she slides her pocket knife out. carefully she begins to twirl the blade in her slim fingers. manipulating the knife so she doesn’t get hurt. she pays not mind to it. subconsciously playing with the knife. you’d must have been staring for a while because she stops and turns to you.
“watcha lookin at ma?”
“hmm?” you question. peeling your eyes away from the knife, and forcing them to ellie’s amused face.
“oh shit.” she chuckles watching your eyes drift back down to the ‘toy’ in her hand. “this?” she holds it up like its some kind of bomb. pinching it between her thumb and index finger. “god baby, you never stop surprising me.” you roll your eyes at her slick comments.
“shut up!” you giggle as she climbs over to the bed. she towers over you. the handle of the knife sits between her teeth. a lopsided smile lazily set over her face. ellie’s hands and knees lay on either side of you. she plops herself down onto your lap. her ass sitting on ur crotch. “elss you gotta study. come on get up!” you protest.
“no no no, lets give you what you want, yah? i mean this is what you were thinking when you were staring at me. no?” she takes the switchblade from in between her mouth and flips it open. as she speaks she doesn’t look at you, no no no. instead she scrutinizes the blade. running her fingers over it slightly. carefully she takes the hem of your shirt and traces the blade down the center. her eyes never leave yours while you hear the sound of the fabric being sliced off of yourself. your breath hitches.
“ellie.” you huff out.
“oh don’t worry my love ill be careful.”
she says pulling the ripped shirt apart to reveal your bra.
“please stop teasing.”
ellie softly runs the blade down your stomach, it faintly grazes your skin. shivers take over your body.
“still. stay still. i wouldn’t wanna hurt you baby.” it sounds almost condescending the way she speaks. with a kiss right above your navel she pulls down your shorts, again the knife is at its resting position in her mouth. once your shorts are hanging off of your ankle and your left in only your painties. she repeats the same process leaving you shaking with anticipation. the knife drags softly over the soft fabric of your undies. “look at this pretty pussy, all mine, okay?”
you nod vigorously.
she lifts your painties, and pulls em to the side. your mound exposed to her. you feel so sensitive and vulnerable with her.
“your safe word is lemon, okay?”
you nod again.
“say it, whats your safe word?”
“lemon” you whisper.
“good”
and at her words she take the back of her knife handle, holding it carefully she slides around in your folds. she groans softly, looking at your slippery pussy. she slowly slides it into you, stopping right before the blade can reach you.
“fuck fuck fuck ellie. careful please” adrenaline rushes through you. the handle feels soo fucking good inside of you, but one wrong move and this could all go completely wrong.
“i know, relax i got you.”
again she slowly pulls the knife out and thrusts it back in slowly. you attempt to refrain from moving a muscle, and somehow in the process you realize your also holding your breath. you stifle a shaky giggle. she repeats this process. as she continues your breathing quickens. you whine a bit. careful not to move too much. as you wiggle around ellie doesn’t want to risk it and pulls out and quickly replaces it with two of she slim fingers. she curls them into your cunt. your back instinctively lifts iff the bed. moans full the room as ellie looks up at you and your rolled back eyes.
“you can cum, cum for me baby”
she hits a spot in your that has your head fogy, light headed, and seeing stars at the same time. with a final curl of her fingers you flip and twist around on the bed. hot white cum pumping out of you as ellie fucks you through your high. with lazy breaths you flutter your eyelids open. a choked out chuckle leaves ur mouth when u see ellie licking your juice off of your fingers. she plops down next to you, and by the time you can process anything she’s flipping the knife around in her fingers again. you full on giggle now, catching your breath u turn to her. she turns back to you.
“did u really have to cut my shirt off?” you laugh. she tries to stammer a reply but chuckles with you. such a cute loser.
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sserasin · 8 months ago
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hey !! love ur acc <3 may i request karina g!p x fem!r, including mommy kink, age gap, over stimulating after sex, reader virginity loss, anddd dacryphilia? tysm !! also, if you’re considering taking anons, may I be 🇦🇷 anon?
hi !! thank you and of course ! <3 you’re my first anon lol. also after i wrote this i realized i didnt add the age gap im sorryyy😭😭
seconds, thirds, and fourths
cw nsfw under cut, g!p karina, female reader, unprotected sex, mommy kink, virginity loss, overstimulation, dacryphilia, fingering (r. receiving), oral (r. receiving)
“you’re so pretty,” karina whispers in awe, finger trailing down your chest, down your stomach, down your thigh and back up. you shudder.
“rina…” you whimper, nudging her side with your knee. “please.”
“you gotta be more specific than that, baby,” she presses a teasing kiss to your hip, lust filled eyes looking up at you from her position in between your legs. your core aches, despite you just laying there.
you roll your head back, “please … give me more.”
“more?” karina hums and you almost groan out, blinking back frustrated tears.
“mommy…” she immediately stops fucking around, eyes growing darker at the new name. “please fuck me already.”
“yeah?” karina smiles a vicious grin against your skin, “you want mommy to take your virginity?”
your toes curl at the thought, blinking so hard you saw colored spots, “yes, yes.”
karina’s hand reaches down to your core, eyes never leaving yours. your cheeks burn red, your heat pulsating, as you desperately search your brain for something to distract you. “did you know you have two heartbeats?”
“what?” she smiles, two fingers running through your wet folds over your panties. your arousal had soaked your panties, making karina’s cock twitch in her pants.
you shudder, “like… i heard sometimes you can … can feel your heartbeat, uh,” you nod your head down slightly, “down there.”
“oh,” karina says, pressing a soft kiss to your thigh and glancing up at you from under her eyelashes, “they’re right. i can.” oh. oh god. you squeeze your eyes shut in embarrassment, making her giggle. “can i take these off?”
“yes…” you say meekly. can’t she already tell your answer would be yes?
“good girl,” she pats your thigh before hooking her fingers under your panties and tugging them down. she throws them to the side aimlessly, eyes immediately lowering to your pussy. without realizing, she grinds her hips down onto bed.
feeling shy, you go to cover yourself up but she quickly pins your hands down on the bed, “don’t cover up, you’re gorgeous, okay?” her eyes are sincere as she looks at you, “i love you.”
you smile shakily, “i love you too,” you breathe out, shifting lightly, “can you touch me now?”
karina laughs, “so impatient, but whatever my baby wants.” it’s like she flips a switch, going from sincere to lustful so quickly. it almost gives you whiplash. her fingers collect your arousal, making eye contact with you as she spreads your folds with her fingers.
your head turns, not able to keep eye contact with her, letting out a soft moan as she slowly enters a finger in your hole. you immediately clench around her finger, making her grin to herself as she gives you a second to adjust. once you give her the okay, she adds another finger.
your back arches, a whimper leaving your mouth before she soothes you with kisses, “it’s okay, i’m sorry, baby,” karina’s fingers begin to scissor you open, back arching off the bed before her free hand pushes you back on the bed. you glance down at her hand on your lower stomach— and, god. they were right when they said it was hot. throwing your head back, you moan.
“you’re doing so well for me,” karina whispers, now knuckle deep and she curls her fingers, aiming for a specific spot. “such a good girl for mommy.”
“hurry up,” you whine breathlessly, moving your head back and forth. you didn’t want to wait any longer.
“hurry up, what?” she teases, wrist beginning to hurt but she didn’t care. not when you’d be coming undone on her fingers and cock soon.
“hurry up, mommy,” you look down at her right as her fingers hit the soft, gummy spot. a loud moan abruptly leaves your mouth, eyes rolling into the back of your head.
“found it,” karina grins before saying, “i won’t go easy on you, then, baby.”
“f-fine, whatever! just hur—” your words are cut off by her fingers starting to slam into that same spot— over and over. it doesn’t take long for your orgasm to hit, toes curling as you come around her fingers with a loud moan of “mommy!”
“atta girl,” she pats your thigh, taking her fingers and putting them in her mouth, licking them clean. your eyes open blearily, watching her do so as you feel your come drip on your thigh.
despite looking out of it, you want more. and she’s so happy to give it to you.
“ah, ah, ah!” you whimper in pain as her cock slowly slides in, stopping a few times for a breather. you squeeze your eyes shut, legs moving involuntarily to help distract the pain, “‘t hurts, mommy.”
“i know,” she reassures you, “but it’ll be okay in a minute.” she didn’t lie, the pain and discomfort turning into pleasure a minute later.
the “okay” doesn’t even fully leave your mouth before she’s pulling out and slamming right back into your sopping hole.
“oh, fuck—” she groans, feeling your tight hole clench around her. “god, you’re so— fuck, you take my cock so well, baby. it’s like we fit perfectly, like you were made for me and my cock.”
you moan at the quick, harsh slap on your thigh as she puts one of your legs above her shoulder and then the other for better access. the position makes you blush, but it feels too good to stop.
“mommy, mommy,” you grip onto her shoulders, “please, please.”
your endless babbles don’t make any sense, but she understands.
her cock fills you up to the brim as she hammers into you, hips meeting your ass with each thrust. little whimpers leave your mouth at the quick pace, and she intertwines her fingers with yours comfortingly, despite the thrusts never relenting.
her balls slap against your skin loudly, grunts filling the room, “gonna be a good girl and come for me?”
you don’t answer, moaning uncontrollably loud as the head of her cock slams against your cervix.
“answer,” she hums, pecking your lips sweetly.
“yes, yes, mommy,” you sob, feeling tears sting around your closed eyes. “please give it to m-me, i’ll be so—so good, mommy—”
karina moans at your words, feeling your hips grind up against her, “yeah? you’ll give me as many as i want?”
“yes, anything!” you cry out, free hand clawing at her back. “please, can i cum?”
“of course,” she coos, reaching a hand down to rub at your clit harshly. “let it go, baby.”
a broken moan leaves your lips as you reach your peak, body shaking. karina stares down at you, mouth forming into an ‘o’ as she releases into your womb.
you sigh in relief at the feeling of being full, clenching around her softening cock. your eyes are closed, feeling out of it from pleasure as she pulls out of you with a wince, and you think that’s all there is to it— that she’ll help you clean up before you go to bed.
karina isn’t that nice.
you’re being pulled by your ankles to the end of the bed, karina suddenly now on her knees. you blink your eyes open, “w-wha—”
“oh, you didn’t think i was done, did you?” her brows raise at your widened eyes. she smirks, leaning her head down. “i still have to clean you up. you’re filthy, baby. look at you.”
you look at yourself. and she’s right, her come and your come are seeping out of you, getting the sheets dirty. you whimper slightly at the sight, feeling yourself get even more bothered.
“don’t worry, though,” karina is grinning smugly as she speaks, “mommy’s gonna clean you up.”
before you can say anything, she licks a long strip up your folds. your hips buck up and she smiles before latching on your clit. her lips are wrapped around your clit, sucking lightly as she tastes your shared come. she moans at the taste, pulling back lightly, “you taste so good.” before she’s back at it again.
your legs wrap around her shoulders, trying to pull her as close to you as possible. her tongue flicks at your clit, and you moan loudly, “m-mommy,” you pant, “i- f-“ you can’t even finish your train of thought before a series of moans leave your lips when she fucks her tongue in and out of your gaping hole.
your hips twist off the bed when she shakes her head back and forth, head making a dent in the mattress as your head is thrown back. you blink back tears of pleasure as she never once comes up for air, holding you down by your hips now.
you can practically hear her slurping your juices up, making your cheeks burn in embarrassment. “ah, mo—mommy, right t-there!” your hand comes to her hair, pressing her where you need her and you feel the tightening in your stomach begin to uncoil. you can’t hold your tears back this time as she never pauses, pressing her tongue further into you.
“oh, f-fuck—” your hips stutter against her hands as your third orgasm rushes through you, feeling your body sink into the bed. she pulls back for air, your juices coating her lower face and you can feel your hole clench around nothing at the sight. you can feel the salty tears run down your cheeks, tasting it.
“i knew you could give it to me,” she smiles, before her head is lowering again. your eyes are wide, trying to push her head away now as her mouth wraps around your clit, again. her thumb rubs at your hip soothingly, but you hardly notice.
“n-no, don’t—” she doesn’t listen, locking her arms around your legs, “it’s too much!” you cry out, feeling more tears leak out your eyes. your ears start to ring, feeling a cramp in your leg as she never relents on your clit, abusing it even as you try and continue to push her away.
you come for the fourth and final time with a scream, sobbing out as you twist away from her. your entire body is trembling as she finally pulls away, licking her lips clean of your essence.
“i think i want to eat you for every meal, baby,” she smiles.
you shake your head, tears still streaming down as she brings herself up next to you. she presses a soft kiss to your cheek, kissing away the tears and wiping what she couldn’t get.
“was that good, baby?” karina asks softly and you can only push her away weakly, making her laugh. she pulls you closer, nuzzling her face into your neck. “i know that i enjoyed my dessert.” she pulls back, “you want seconds?”
you throw her a bewildered look, making her start a giggling fit at the expression, and you clear your throat to speak, but your voice is still hoarse from being so vocal, “fuck you, that was seconds, thirds, and fourths!”
karina throws her head back, cackling loudly, “because it was so good!”
“shut up,” you pout, turning away from her. “go to sleep.”
“a nap after being filled up is always a good idea,” she hums, giggling when you groan.
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sixosix · 1 year ago
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heyooo!! can I request Izuku when his fingers accidentally brush against the readers??? And they grab his hand and he gets all flustered <333 sorry I just can’t get this scenario out of my head!! He’s so silly!! /pos
a/n omf i cant believe my izuku readers r still alive… i havent caught up in the manga since forever so if theres anything wrong, thats why LOL i missed izuku so much T__T, wc 1k
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Izuku is guarding a terrible, terrible secret. One that he wouldn’t even admit if his classmates roped him into an intense game of Truth or Dare, unless drunk, probably. Which will never happen.
Class 1-A Dorms roars with laughter. Izuku swears he can feel the building shaking as the students occupying the vast space of the living room burst into another fit of cackles. The other building could probably hear it, and they’d get a noise complaint the next morning, from 1-B, no less.
They’re watching a movie. Comedy, perhaps; Izuku wasn’t paying much attention when they were picking, but he could pick up the clues of what the characters on screen are saying, his classmates jostling his shoulders as they giggle, and, of course, the same mp3 laugh track that plays for the rest of the film.
Izuku is tucked into the far corner of the couch, squished between Todoroki and Uraraka. Uraraka laughs with her whole body, her head thrown back as she claps in delight. Todoroki laughs once, a huff of amusement, just a curl of his lips.
And on the floor, nestled between where Izuku dutifully keeps his knees spread so as to not hurt, sits you—the whole reason why Izuku is struggling to focus on the movie in the first place.
He’s eternally grateful that keeping the lights dim while watching films is a thing, or else everyone would’ve long noticed his burning face. He looks like a strawberry, and feels like a strawberry left under the sun. Todoroki had cast him a glance, vague amusement playing on his stoic face. Izuku wanted to dig a hole and bury himself in there forever.
“Sorry, Izuku,” you say, loud enough to be heard over the film but quiet enough that it’s only shared between the two of you. He wills his legs not to jump up in surprise. “Can I just lay for a bit? I’m getting kinda sleepy.”
“No problem,” Izuku says after a beat, managing to not fuck up and stammer embarrassingly in front of you. Or should it be behind you?
You tilt your head upward, meeting his eyes. “Thank you.”
“Y-Yes. I mean, you’re welcome.” Dammit.
Izuku breathes a sigh of relief when your attention is promptly stolen by the laugh track, and Kaminari yelps a cackle.
He catches something from the corner of his eye, paling at the sight of a terrifying expression on Uraraka’s face. If devils had round eyes and rounder cheeks, smiling in a way that fits their nature, it would be a picture of evilness Uraraka is portraying at this moment.
He squints inquisitively at her.
Uraraka grins. “Your hand,” she whispers, then does something he can’t quite figure out.
Confused, Izuku shows her his hand, scars and all.
Uraraka looks unimpressed, and Izuku wilts. He can’t hear her properly, with the movie picking up pace and sound effects. Uraraka makes a grand demonstration of splaying her hand and resting it on the crown of her hair, then gestures wildly at your head. 
As soon as understanding dawns on Izuku, his face feels drained of blood, horrified. “No,” he mouths desperately. “No.” Again, for good measure.
“Yes,” she mouths back, taking matters into her own hands by quite literally taking his hand and moving to place it on your head. But he panics and jostles your hands resting on his lap instead.
Izuku pales. The characters in the movie shriek. “Sorry,” he squeaks out, then glares at Uraraka, who’s holding in her laughter.
He heaves a heavy breath when you cast him a curious glance.
“You—Sorry, I, my hand—No, I mean, I didn’t mean to do that,” he blurts uselessly, waving his arms around in a desperate attempt to hide his face, which is surely the same shade as anything red.
What the hell, his brain hisses. Izuku, you idiot, you’ve done it now.
He watches with bated breath as you take his hand instead of laughing at his face. He watches as you lace your fingers with his instead of seeing your face scrunch up in disgust. His heart flutters, threatening to fly off his chest and into the shared warmth of your hands.
Instead, he deflates like a red balloon, his mouth forming words that sound like nitpicking vowels from a series of keyboard smashes.
“I don’t mind,” you say. “Relax. I want you to hold me.”
It’s a little hard to relax when your words float around in his mind like a broken record.
Once the movie ends and the noise subsides, his classmates collectively keep their messes—namely, the thrown popcorn and spilled soda on the carpet—and return to their rooms. But Izuku can’t do that, not when he has a Y/N who is still resting against his lap.
He waves goodbye at Uraraka and Iida, the former making kissy faces and Iida solemnly sending him his prayers.
Izuku resigns himself to his fate, sighing softly. Well, despite everything, he likes the fact that you never once let go of his hand.
“I like your hands,” you say, as if answering his thoughts. Izuku jolts and can’t help it because he thought you were asleep.
“You… do?”
Izuku thinks his hands are ugly, scars running all the way to his shoulders like protruding veins. He hates seeing it.
“I do,” you say, squeezing it tenderly. “I’m glad it’s still together and working after all you’ve done to it. I like them.”
Izuku bites his bottom lip, harsh enough that it’s nearly drawing blood, lest he says something stupid like, ‘I like you’. He doesn’t, thankfully. Yet it’s there, on the tip of his tongue. If you asked him what’s on his mind, he would’ve said it.
But he guards his secret a little while longer and hopes that someday he’ll be able to share it with you.
“Thank you,” he murmurs, finding the courage to squeeze your hand. Much to his delight, you do it back and smile. He’s melting. “Can we, uhm, stay here for a bit?”
You laugh, rising from your position. Izuku nearly panics and holds you down because he doesn’t want to lose this moment just yet. But he finds himself stunned when you settle beside him and rest your head against his shoulder instead. “Sleep,” you say. “We’ll stay here for a bit.”
“O-Okay, yeah,” he whispers, reaching for your hand once more.
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marblepasta-creepyhornet · 3 months ago
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EJ, Toby and Cody (plus whoever else you wanna write for lol) straight SIMPING for a plus size female reader? 🙏🙏
Read my mind, babes 💙
Creeps x Plus Size!Fem!Reader
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EJ
No matter what you look like EJ’s always simping for you (he’ll only make it exclusively known to you and you alone). Not because of embarrassment, but only because he likes focusing any amount of love and attention he can muster to you only! 🥹
But, honey, if you’re plus sized, HE IS ON YOU LIKE BUTTER ON A SLICE OF TOAST- 😉😏
You’re thicc in all the right places and he wants you in anyway way, shape and form! He adores every inch of you 🥺
Let’s say you’re insecure, he will shower you with compliments, affection and love. But, if that isn’t your style, he’ll do anything you ask of him to help you feel better. 😩
He’d die if he saw you in a crop top and shorts! The way the shorts hugged your thighs that this man wants to be squished between, combined with your cute tummy showing, he’d be all over you! 😊 (I’d simp for you too (y/n))
If anyone in the mansion bullies you? It’s over for them. I’m serious, Jack almost killed Jeff when he felt the need to make a rude comment about you.
Toby:
He’s very vocal about your body! He loves to constantly remind you that you’re pretty and beautiful (it especially helps on days where you’re feeling insecure 😣). Like his words calm you down and help you feel better. He’s always making sure that you know that he loves you and doesn’t want you to doubt yourself :)
He will literally start fights if anyone makes a derogatory comment about your body 👊😤
This man will W O R S H I P you! When yall are in the bedroom, he’s kissing every part of your body and bringing the praise comments 🥺🥺🥺
“S-s-so pretty,” “All mi-mi-mine,” “M-my pretty gir-girl,” (need me a man or woman like this fr 🫣)
He’s a 100/10 simp for you!
Cuddling? You’re big spoon most of the time (not that you mind)
Circling back onto days where you feel insecure, Toby will help cheer you up by spending the day doing things you like.
He’s very committed 😌
Hugs from behind are a given, just accept it. He loves showing his love for your body through physical touch 🧡
Also- one night while walking through the woods, Toby heard some assholes making fun of you and he fucked them up- ANYWAYS 😗
Cody (X-Virus)
Like EJ and Toby, he’s all for worship, BUT he isn’t as vocal of the two-
(Also how you look literally doesn’t matter) sweetie, here’s there for your intelligence, but not in the way of using you, but in the way of him wanting to be near you 👀
He’ll have you sitting in his lap while he’s writing in his lab, you get lowkey paranoid that you’re too heavy and you’ll try to move, but bro is dragging you right back 🙂‍↕️
Now, I like to think that a bit like EJ, he likes to be creative in his free time, so one day while you two are in his lab, he’ll sketch you while you’re sitting around 🥹
ROMANTIC GESTURES!!! This man is all for buying you flowers, chocolates, and whatever else to show you that he loves you.
Also if he hears anyone talking shit, he kidnaps them as a lab rat for tortuous experiments ;)
As for cuddling? Say he’s sat on the edge of the bed waiting for you when you come into view from the doorway. He’s instantly wrapping his arms around you and gently pulling you into bed with him- 😭 (I’m gonna be sick-)
HEAR ME OUT! HE STEALS YOUR HOODIES! MF sneaks into your closet and just *YOINK* 🏃💨
It’s honestly so cute how your hoodies look so oversized on him- they go down almost to his knees and covers his whole arm to a little past the tips of his fingers.
But you don’t mind though because he’s honestly the best thing to happen to you and he appreciates you 😭
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coquelicoq · 4 months ago
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just finished my rewatch so i am here to bring you the important fax, such as:
how many dramatic thunderstorms take place over the course of 40 episodes of the double?
the answer may surprise you!
episode 1. the og. xue fangfei is buried alive by her husband, who then goes in for a lil psychological torture courtesy of the princess. meanwhile, su-guogong kicks down the door of a contraband salt warehouse and does a sick spin onto the back of a chair completely unnecessarily. for the aesthetic. you really get your bang for your buck with this one because it also features in at least ELEVEN separate flashbacks in later episodes (episodes 4, 7, 9 (three FBs), 11, 13, 17, 24, 27, and 32, to be specific).
episode 7. shen yurong comes to the jiang residence to give "jiang li" an entrance exam for fancy pants academy. she drops hella hints to her true identity and keeps bringing up how much it sucked to be abandoned on that mountain :) while a storm rages around them much akin to the one that made the whole live burial thing especially dramatic. as if being buried alive needed additional pathos.
episode 13. xue fangfei is called before the jiang family tribunal because she's got some explaining to do about what happened at the palace banquet (where, if you recall, jiang ruoyao attempted to set her up to be violated and disgraced, and instead found their cousin in bed with jry's fiance). of course our girl wipes the floor with these amateurs. she's bringing melodramatic precipitation to the table, and what do they have, a face wound? god's least favorite soldier (the concubine's son)? please. you gotta get up earlier in the morning than that to pull one over on this fake ex-nun.
episode 14. this one is maybe the funniest to me from a doylist perspective because it's just one single thunderclap/lightning bolt right after the emperor says to xiao heng, the princess hates you. she might even try...to KILL YOU. like bro this is not news to anybody lol. but at least the universe has a sense of dramatic timing. there is no other sign of this storm, not even rainfall, in any other part of the episode...the emperor summoned a stormcloud just for that one sentence and then was like okay i got what i needed, run along now.
episode 17. wins the award for cutest rainstorm. a drunk xue fangfei holds xiao heng's cheeks very insistently between her hands, looking up into his eyes as rain falls in her face. he takes off his utterly sodden cloak and wraps it around her shoulders, surely doing absolutely nothing w/r/t keeping her dry but at least seeming very tender about it. the rain is obviously integral to the scene, but i think the thunder and lightning are mainly here because someone involved with this production really likes thunder and lightning. we also get a flashback to this one in...
episode 18. the metaphorical masturbation scene (xue fangfei lies in a tub artfully draped in fabric nuzzling the soft petals of a rose while xiao heng does half-naked swordplay dripping with rain). again i think somebody was just having a lot of fun with the thunderstorm effects on set that day. rain would have been sufficient, but if there's one thing you can say about this show, it's that everyone involved agreed that "sufficient" will not suffice. we are not here to regular-ass things. we are here to double- or even triple-ass them. and when in doubt on how to achieve that, add some fucking meteorological event. some kind of audiovisual spectacle. it's literally coming down from the heavens. what, are we gonna ask for subtlety? from this show? not if we know what's good for us.
episode 20. xue fangfei has just asked the auntie down the street in huaixiang to testify on her father's behalf, getting down on her knees and begging, only to have the door shut in her face. ouch. if that's not prime time for some rain to mingle with her tears, her surroundings reflecting her inner state, i don't know what is. it's giving textbook pathetic fallacy.
episode 25. ji shuran meets with the imperial diviner who turns out to be her long lost lover she thought she had successfully burned to death!!! (ohhh sidenote i am just now getting the jsr-syr parallel with this.) honestly if they had neglected to punctuate this scene with thunder and lightning i would have been metaphorically holding the back of my hand up to the production's forehead to check for fever. it would not be a sign of health, given this show's general baseline.
episode 27. xue fangfei meets with jiang yuanbai's concubine, hu-yiniang, trying to convince her to help xue fangfei fuck ji shuran's shit right up. the weather didn't help her recruit the huaixiang auntie, but it works like a charm on auntie hu. (i'm choosing to believe the weather is a sentient entity and it's showing up to drench xue fangfei like a wet cat at irregular intervals like ⛈ im helping 🥰)
episode 28. the exorcism. fuck yes there's a thunderstorm during the exorcism. what are we even doing here if the showdown between olympic-grade synchronized charlatan choreography and mad-with-grief-mother-approved creepy ventriloquism isn't punctuated by bolts of lightning? don't waste my time. perfectly timed thunderclaps or gtfo.
episode 29. gotta have some thunder and lightning while visiting the tombstone of your brother who isn't actually dead (but you don't know that). definitely gotta have some rain so your crush can show up out of nowhere and lovingly hold an umbrella over your head. that's just basic science. step 4.7 of the water cycle.
episode 30. xue fangfei comes to the academy to rehearse the duet for the zhao envoy and dun dun dunnnn...only shen yurong is there!!! i am feeling distinctly menaced, but on her behalf, or on his? hard to say. on the one hand, he did attempted-murder her. on the other hand, she's xue fucking fangfei and he's the chump who attempted-murdered her. sweet dreams, bucko.
episode 35. consort li visits the princess in an attempt to get her diagnosed with Pregnancy...out of wedlock!! lots of thunder but no lightning until shen yurong shows up afterward and is like, hey honey i figured out how to solve this problem, just marry this totally other dude 👍 wanning is Not having a good day and the weather got the memo.
episode 39. what would u even do if ur lover poisoned you & took that opportunity to rescue his ex-wife from ur dungeon & walked out holding her in a bridal carry (after using knockout gas on her, natch) & when he saw u he tenderly placed her down out of the rain? what would u do if u had the hairpin u thought he had given u as a sincere token of love and commitment & this hairpin was sharp enough to impale a person & u could put it in his hand pointed toward u & then u could pull his hand right into ur abdomen? WHAT WOULD U DO if all this was the case BUT THERE WAS NO THUNDER AND LIGHTNING WHILE THIS WAS GOING DOWN?? i think i would just NOT impale myself on my own hairpin using my traitorous lover's hand. out of PIQUE. i know weather patterns are driven by atmospheric forces or whatever but come on man. that would just be rude. so thankfully the weather showed up to give the princess the dramatic accompaniment her iconic death scene deserved. she died as she lived: dangerous, vulnerable, electrifying. i'm buying the effects people a round for this one. they made it count.
so, 14 individual thunderstorms, plus at least 10 flashbacks* to one of those thunderstorms, for (at minimum) 24 total scenes featuring thunderstorms in 40 episodes. *(i say "at least" because i probably missed some. and there are 12 FBs mentioned in this post, but two of them were being remembered while another thunderstorm was taking place, so their scenes have already been included in the count of 24.) and that is not even counting 1) lightning in an imaginary what-if scene in episode 6 in which xiangqiao (one of jsr's planted servants) says "if i'm lying, strike me with lightning!" or 2) the magical lightning strikes that jiang ruoyao and/or xue fangfei may or may not create during the guqin exam cgi extravaganza in episode 11 (kinda hard to tell if that was lightning or not). if you count those too you start to wonder if the crew was getting some kind of bulk discount on lightning bolts from the lightning bolt factory...but that's none of my business 😌
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dontsh0vethesun · 2 years ago
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new ep has inspired me, kinda, if bau!reader was for whatever reason in the office during this scene
Penny: I've given you a headache
Emily:no you've given me a migraine
Blah blah, penny leaves, reader: y'know what i hear helps with migraines? (hint: it's orgasms)
reader eating Emily out under her desk, maybe she has to answer the phone and keep her cool, but after the call ends Emily pulls reader up onto the desk and fucks her
(emily (women in general) manhandling me 🤤🤤)
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migraine
masterlist | request info
emily prentiss x fem!reader
18+ : smut; office sex, semi public sex, fingering (r!receiving), oral (emily!receiving), praise kink, petnames, choking
a/n - i included some of the diaolgue but cut a chunk of it out so it wasn't long asf so just bear that in mind when it lowkey doesn't make sense at the start lol i also gave emily a thumb ring bc hot
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“What?!”
Emily’s voice was full of disbelief as you both just looked at Penelope after her confession, you hid a smile of amusement behind your hand but knew it was just going to unearth a lot of shit for Emily to deal with.
“Pen,” you sighed, glancing towards where your girlfriend was clearly trying to wrap her head around the situation. “When two agents date there’s a process-”
“Pen,” you sighed, glancing towards where your girlfriend was clearly trying to wrap her head around the situation. “When two agents date there’s a process-”
“There are releases, sometimes there are transfers.” Emily added. “Our point is, it’s a headache.”
“Oh, I’ve given you a headache.”
“No. You’ve given me a migraine.” She sighed. “Because Tyler Green isn’t an agent. He is a material witness to the biggest investigation in the history of the BAU.”
“Okay, yes, I know. I know. That’s why I went to you - how do I fix it?” She looked at you both pleadingly and you wished to be anywhere else. You were only visiting Emily in her office before heading back to your desk and now you were stuck trying to help diffuse the situation before Emily’s head explodes.
“You have to break it off with him, Penelope.” You spoke.
“Today?”
“Unless you can invent a time machine and go back and not kiss him, yes, today.” Emily muttered and you muffled the huff of a laugh at her wit as best you could. “Just call him, have him mail your key back to you and do not talk to him any further. Am I clear?”
“Yeah, you’re clear. I can see right through you clear. I’ll call him.”
“Today.”
“I said that.”
“You said you’d call him. You didn’t say when. Call him today.”
“Okay, but really, what is time?”
“Uh, my migraine now is throbbing.” Emily breathed with her head in her hands and you couldn’t help to laugh lightly at their interaction 
“Okay, okay, I’ll call him.”
“Thank you, Penelope. Please go and call him before Em’s head falls off or something.” You spoke with a hint of a laugh as she nodded and hurried away from the office. 
“I can’t believe she - I- what do I even say to that?” 
“I know, babe. I know.” You grinned at her amusedly, spinning her chair to face you and she leaned into your touch when your fingers stroked through her hair. 
“It’s like there isn’t so much shit I’m having to deal with and she just piles this on top.” She mumbled, pulling you closer by your blazer with her arms wrapping around your waist and her head resting against your stomach.
“Y’know, there’s scientific evidence saying that orgasms help relieve migraines - something to do with dopamine levels. I’m not sure if you’d find that helpful right now bu-”
“Yes.” She nodded instantly, reaching up to drag your face down to hers. “Help me out, baby.” She uttered against your lips, slotting hers with yours seamlessly with an open mouthed kiss that translated into want and yearning on your tongue. 
You returned the kiss eagerly with your hands in her hair, lowering yourself to your knees in front of where she sat on her chair, she craned her neck to let the kiss continue. She adored the way you peered up at her when you pulled away with your hands creeping up her thighs, purely there with the intent of pleasuring her. 
She smirked at you when you unzipped her trousers, lifting her body from her seat to help you pull them down. You stroked an experimental finger over her clothed cunt, feeling the damp material, teasing her with a push of your thumb into her clit. 
“C’mon baby, no teasing.” She sighed with a hold on your chin between her thumb and finger pushing your face nearer to her sex before being interrupted by the ringing of her phone. She huffed at the sound before reaching over to grab it and you didn’t bother pausing your actions. “Prentiss.” She answered, sucking in a breath between her teeth when you pushed her underwear to one side, eyeing her wet slit before sliding your tongue through her folds. 
Her pussy tasted so sweet, so perfect, you latched your lips to her clit with a suck and her nails dug into your scalp and her hips lifted to bury your face between her legs. You licked a stripe down to her entrance with her slick coating your lips and your tongue pushing into her.
“Yes,”she answered on the phone with a cough to level her voice, “yes, that should be fine.” She glanced down at you lustfully where your body was hidden beneath her desk, a hand climbing upwards to push a finger over her aching clit and her leg wrapped around your waist with the heel of her boot pushing into your back to keep you in place. 
The pad of your thumb focused on her clit while your tongue lapped at her cunt, fucking into her with the perfect precision that makes her sigh out just how she did.
“-oh, no. I’m fine, sorry - I - I wasn’t sighing at you, I just have a migraine, that’s all.” She rushed out, glaring down at you at the way you smiled against her. You could feel her clenching around the muscle of your tongue and her nails made your scalp sting with the way they pierced into your skin as she grew closer and closer to her release.
She rushed out a hurried goodbye when the phone call was reaching an end, slamming it down onto the receiver before using both hands to hold your head. 
“Fuck, sweetheart.” She moaned out, keeping herself as quiet as possible lest somebody hear her. “So good - you’re such a good girl for me aren’t you?” 
Your thumb was replaced again with your tongue, flicking over her bud until she came into your mouth. You felt her soak your lips and your tongue, swallowing the flavour as she rode through.
She only allowed herself a few moments of respite before her trousers were pulled back up her body, she was pushing into a standing position and her hand was guiding you upwards by the back of your neck. She pushed her lips to yours roughly with her thumb pushing into the thin skin of your throat with the cool metal of her ring against the thrum of your quickening pulse.
The way she made you breathless made your head swim with your hands holding onto her waist from where you sat on her desk. She was eager to unbutton your shirt, licking her lips at the sight of your bra clad chest just begging for her teeth to mark the skin, her tongue to lick your collarbone with your head leant backwards for her. 
“You’re my good girl, hm?” She whispered against the shell of your ear, pulling your trousers open. “My perfect little thing.”
She punctuated her sentence with a slip of her hand beneath the waistband of your underwear, a finger admiring how soaked you were, collecting your arousal on her fingertips with a groan at the feeling. 
“And you’re fucking dripping.” She muttered, easily sliding fingers into your cunt, curling them inside you with a poke at your sweet spot. You buried your face in the crook of her neck with your lips kissing her neck, your teeth biting into her pulse point with the way she fucked you with her fingers with her palm hitting into your sensitive clit. 
Her fingers were svelte and agile where they filled you up, pumping into you, disappearing down to her knuckles with the way you took her. She let you grind yourself onto the heel of her hand in a chase of your orgasm, aching to cum onto her digits with the vibrations of your moans of pleasure against her. 
God, she loved the sound, it spurred her on, movements more urgent with deep craving to watch you fall apart. Your walls were squeezing around her and she knew you were close. The fingers that wrapped around your throat squeezed harder and she pushed your head away from her to look at you while she made you feel so good. The way her dark and sensually hazed eyes stared into yours was enough to push you over the edge with your lips closing around the thumb she pushed into your mouth to keep you quiet. 
Your cum dripped down her fingers and Emily’s eyes fluttered closed at the perfect taste when she sucked them clean, making you taste yourself with a possessive kiss to your lips.
“So, how’s that headache now?” You smiled at her with your lips swollen and chest still rising quickly in attempts to catch your breath again. 
“A little better, doctor.” She teased. “But I think it could use a little more treatment when we get back home.”
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pierofilm · 1 year ago
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aaah yess thank you!!! can i request yandere andteam reacting to you trying to poison them? putting too much salt/pepper, sauce, etc! i don't know if you're ready to write yandere for andteam, tell me if that makes you uncomfortable.. i hope you're having a good day!!!
「 YANDERE! &TEAM REACTION TO YOU TRYING TO POISON THEM 」
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WARNING yandere, poisoning, attempted murder, profanity.
AUTHOR'S NOTE yeepiee let the empire of &team fics rise upon the top of the pinnacle lmao. requests r always open for &TEAM (。•̀ᴗ-)✧ also this is my first time trying out a reaction lol, tbh I had fun and I hope this turn out well for you anon.
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“Ha, darling.” Kei crouched before your helpless form on the ground, a pathetic scene after being yanked by him. “What’s this?” his hand clutches the bottle he caught you pouring it in minutes ago. Yet he didn’t say anything, he even waited for you to serve it before him—with that grin splattered on his face, you didn’t even have a tad bit of regret.
You just wanted to be free. Free, that’s all you've ever wanted.
However, he’s too cruel, too cruel. Just why won’t he die?
“Trying to murder me? How cute.”
Your dark orbs rattling in terror yet glaring up to him cause him to chuckle, yet even those oh so innocence on his plump lips ceases to exist, tugging your hand up making you stand up on your feet. “Tell me, who brainwashed you to do this? Would it make you happy if I’m dead in front of you, love?”
“Yes! I want you dead! You– you freaking m-monster,” stuttering as you saw his eyes darkened even more, yet you don’t care, proceeding with the words you’re going to say. “I’d be so happy to see you fucking lifeless, just so I can be free!”
A menacing silence of terror consumes the space you two were in.
“Well then, too bad.” He leans in forward, a few inches close to your face. “I’d be so happy to see you limping through the floor, just so you can no longer be free. I wouldn’t mind.”
FUMA
His face contorted into rage, ultimately pushing your feet backwards in attempts to avoid his hysterical form at the table, smashing the plates and utensils—it’s broken pieces scattered all on the red carpet. You were beyond terrified, Fuma has never acted like this. Even when he threw you in the basement for the first time, he was gentle and caring, even when you spat insults at him—he was patient.
This was the first time.
“I’ve done nothing but be kind to you,” Fuma snapped his rattling orbs, red veins popping around his neck, his once properly brushed hair now messy to no return. “Yet this is what you repay me?”
“Fuck, babe. How about we have dinner together then?”
“No- no!” you screamed at him as he got a spoonful of rice, approaching you.
“I thought you wanted me to die so bad? Then join me, we could feast as long as we want in hell, darling!”
YUMA
A hum so delighted as he placed the spoon on the tip of his tongue, but as desperate as you were to see him chew it and consume it. Long finger grabbed ahold of your jaw, and your orbs rattled in beyond horror as he pushed his lips against you, forcing your mouth to open and the beads of rice blended into your wet flesh.
You fell on your knees, splayed fingers clutching your mouth trying to get the poisonous dish off your esophagus.
A sheer giggle emits from the male standing beside you, hands grabbing a fistful of your hair—forcing your face to meet those psychotic gaze.
“I can see you want me to eat it, so I was thinking that it would be nice to share it with you too.”
NICHOLAS
“Pfft.” a menacing giggle emitted from the older boy, causing your arms to snap in fear after he dropped the rice-filled spoon onto the table. “Can’t you be any more dense?”
“See, guess I haven’t taught you enough under there? Tell me. I would be happier to spend more time with you.”
Glint of a blade flashed through your eyes causing you to squint almost immediately, horror splattered on your face as he twirls it around his fingers. Sadistic is what you call him, Nicholas lives on in your pain regardless of how much he says he cares for you. Grabbing the Polaroid camera, he did—as he approached you in a leisure manner.
You shook your head as you trembled before him, unable to utter anything to save your life.
A fit of laughter emits from Nicholas, as he crouched before you. "Babe, you're the reason why my head—" he tapped his fingers against his forehead, "Isn't functioning anymore. All it thinks about is you... crying actually."
"Now, say cheese."
EJ
He went hysterical of it, throwing you off the chair and yet immediately apologised like crazy. Constantly repeating how sorry he was for hurting you and stuff which immediately guilted you, like what the actual fuck?
“I get it that you want to kill me, but could you atleast give me the chance before you try to do so?” his teared up orbs held so much affection in it as he rubs your arm gently.
It threw you off, “I-i…”
“Next time, I’ll make sure to let you go. Just please, give me a chance. Give me time, if you still don’t like me then I'll let you go.”
You didn’t utter anything, only nodding over how desperate he was and how bliss replaced his contorted expressions in a swift speed as he pulled you in a tight embrace. Yet oblivious you were as the boy in your arms, smirking to himself. Sure, he was beyond pissed over your bold actions but how could he destroy his hard-earned innocent image? Yes he kidnapped you, restrained you against your wishes but it was because you were so oblivious.
His teary doe eyes fell on the floor, meticulously calculating the next step of his plan.
JO
“I could’ve saluted you if you tried harder, you know.”
“What?” you bit your lip against the peering of the male sitting on the couch, the bowl of soup left unattended on top of the table. His slouching back facing you, however his voice laced with something you couldn’t comprehend only fuels the shivering on your hands as you tried to stop it.
Jo stood up in silence, turning over his shoulder where a gentle smile remained on his lips—approaching you ever so slowly, holding the plate on his other hand. “Did you put something in here?”
“W-what do you mean?” you lowered your eyes, avoiding his dark orbs. “Why does it taste salty? If you want, I can—”
“Nothing, it’s just nice. But I think that maybe, we could let someone have this.” Jo’s lips pulled up menacingly. “Let them have the soup you made, that’s how kind I am, right?”
HARUA
Harua stayed silent as he chewed, ultimately spitting it off to your utter horror. You could only observe as his heavy dark gaze fixated on you as he wiped his stained lips off with the white cloth as gently as possible—as if his initial reactions weren’t scary enough.. Quiet he was, but the dread consuming you had your knees tremble as an unnerving giggle emits from him, hissing at last.
“I-I’m sorry-”
“I don’t need your sorry.” He spat out, eyes widening and eyebrows raising in mockery. “I’ve given you enough chances, I guess you are just an ungrateful brat.”
“Do you think I'm dumb enough not to see how fucking excited you were to see me eat it?” Harua lifted his finger up to his lower up, pouting like a child. "I got to admit, though. That look, absolutely looks wonderful.
"However, do you think you can hold that look as I break your arms apart? You wouldn't need it anymore anyways, right?"
TAKI
“Say,” Taki turns his attention to you, chewing supposedly a dish you've poisoned. "How about you beg before I count to three?"
That alone was enough for your chair to screech against the floor, falling on your knees. "I- I didn't mean to! I'm sorry!"
"Tsk, tsk. How foolish, are we, princess?" Your face received a harsh blow against the cold wooden floor, a stark contrast from his gentle voice. "I don't think begging is enough—"
Whimpering as you clutched your stinging cheeks from the impact.
Ogling his eyes out akin to a madness spiralling out from it, "You should at least show me how sorry you are by letting me carve my name on you, atleast?"
MAKI
“It tastes so good, I wonder what you put in it!” exclaimed Maki, a grin so wide and bright that it made your stomach churned. You felt sick around him, his puppy vibes.
"I- I just added some extra spices, you know..—" you waited in desperation for the poison to kick in, searching for the signs on his face.
Then came a giggle from the boy himself, "What are you so intently waiting for? If you're waiting for me to die then it's game over."
You found your tongue tied immediately when you caught on to what Maki uttered out loud. Yet despite that, that wide grin never ceases to exist.
"Cause love," that huge grin on his face only grew menacingly wider—yet those fluttering eyelashes lifted it's veil off the pitch black orbs peering into your soul. "It's on your food."
You hold your mouth as soon as he uttered those words, trying to vomit it all out. However the boy hummed in delight, placing his chin on his hands. "It's a joke, darling."
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sethisgay · 2 years ago
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Can you do one with Eminem where you guys meet at a party and they end up kissing also can it take place in the 90s?
Eminem x male reader
Smut!!
A/n: wrote this when i was drunk, this is a mess sorry!
Note: now two things! One English is not my first language, so keep that in mind!! Two I know I will guarantee get hate for this, if you are triggered by mlm please leave so I don’t need to deal with the mental stress I’ll get from it!!! I know his name is Marshall but I’m to lazy so he’ll be referred to as em. They’re 21! I know this doesn’t make chronic sense but idc.
For: anon and @starzox
Warnings: Eminem’s first gay kiss. Takes place in the 90’s. Mentions of homophobia. Smut. Oral (r!receiving) No kinks.
Summary: in request ~
Requestlist - Masterlist
Read at own risk - I can’t cut lol
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A new feeling
Eminem’s pov:
I had know for a while that I that i had accepted that i was gay, it really had taken a toll on my life. My sexuality was something I’ve always struggled with, but I guess my mom always had known and always told me to never confess my love unless I asked for permission. Back then that felt normal, but now I think back at that time and laugh at my self for thinking it was normal.
My best friend and crush had invited me to his birthday party, per usual. He came out to me when we were 15, back then most ‘friends’ of his bullied him for it. Not me though. Friends stay loyal to each other, can trust each other. They don’t go behind their back’s, gossip about each other.
The party was on a Friday. When I got the invite I hadn’t had Thursday I had, everything that could go wrong went wrong. I slept through my alarm clock, so I woke up at 2 P/m. I missed the bus two times. And I stepped in dog shit
Y/n pov:
The first person to arrive at my party was Em, my best friend and biggest crush. After awhile the party started. Everyone was having fun, Em seemed to be having fun and I was having fun.
At one moment i felt that i had a boner, it wasn’t caused by anything. It was that type of boner. I looked around and saw Em look down at then away with mouth open. It was a non-noticeable-very-noticeable boner. Also i had a 11 inch cock.
I obviously was confused but also excited, so I signed at him to follow me, it was really busy so nobody noticed anyway. Before the party I had told everyone to stay down stairs, luckily everyone listened because when we reached upstairs it was empty.
“So, I saw you checking me out.” I said with a surprise tone to Em.
“I know and I’m sorry I should’ve told you, but I’ve had this crush on you.” He frantically said trying not to panic.
“Hey, chill. The feeling is mutual, we could take this to my room i you get what i mean.” I open the door and we walked in. I locked the door behind us. He took off all his clothes only leaving on his underwear. So I did the same. He also had a boner, looked to be around 7 inches.
I pushed him on the bed and started to make out with him. He caved in and moaned, he was surprised but continued.
“Fuck i need you so bad.” He moaned. He took off his underwear wear.
I took a moment to look at his rock hard cock. God was it beautiful.
“Can I?” I ask for concent.
“Of course birthday boy, consider it your birthday present.” He smirked while I didn’t take a second to wrap my hand around his acing cock. I jerked it off for a few minutes, hearing Em moan, groan and moan out daddy a few times.
I stopped my movements at the right time and sat next to him,I didn’t even need to say anything and Em was on his knees in front of me taking my boxers off. He looked with a drooling mouth at my acing cock, he grabbed it with one hand. He took a deep breath, he was visibly nervous.
He started licking it, with very small licks. I groaned, saying fuck under my breath. He heard that and took it as a sign and started teasing my head, until finally sucking it. “Fuck, just like that baby.” I moaned, grabbing his head and taking over control.
Moments later I heard him moaning through the bobbing sounds. I started to get more rough with my movements, looking down on him getting red. I also saw him jerking himself off.
“Nrrrghh” I hear him as he cums, making a mess on the floor. “Fuckkk I’mmm coming!” I shout as ropes of my cum shoot down his throat, painting them white.
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zomb-rabbit · 7 months ago
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habit x reader where they r arguing I need angst lol love ur work btw!!
thank you soso much, i appreciate that a whole lot :) this is my first time actually posting the angst i write lol, please let me know if anything should be changed !!
[ANGST] 🐇 HABIT x gn!reader in an argument [hurt no comfort]
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you had severely misjudged how out of touch Habit was with his emotions
you noticed that he had been sitting in his room the whole day, staring at the wall and doing nothing for hours
so you were obviously worried
you tried to convince him to go out with you, just on a walk, or even just around the house. anything but this.
and now the two of you were here, you standing in front of him sat on his bed
"why would you understand what's going on with me more than i do? are you forgetting who i am? are you forgetting what i am?"
the words set you back in disbelief; of course you knew what he was. you knew damn well what you had gotten yourself into, why the fuck would he think otherwise?
"how dumb do you think i am? i know you, i know what you are, and i know what makes fucking sense."
you threw the words back at him laced with a rasp, your voice deepening in anger enough that you could feel your throat thrum with it's vibrations
"i just wanted to help you."
you watched his head perk up and his eyebrows raise in surprise, before he laughed in your face. it wasn't genuine, you knew that, but it was so condescending.
you knew the power he felt when he used that laugh, not because of it but because when he used it he already felt like he won.
"Rabbit, why would I need help from you? I'm in control of everything i need to be, i can do whatever the fuck i want- why would i need you here to get my ass outside, huh?"
he was still sat, leaning his elbows to rest on his knees like he was talking to a kid. the words flowed out of his lips like they had been brewing in his mind since before any of this started.
your jaw was dropped in disbelief at what he was saying, and how effortlessly he was spitting it in your face. you wanted to yell, you wanted to cry, you wanted to interrogate him- and it all got caught in your throat
you were stuck in place as he finally got himself up off the bed with a dramatic sigh, striding over to you with a narcissistic grin on his face
he firmly put both hands on your shoulders and cocked his head to the side at you, mockingly pouting his lip
"cat got your tongue, Rabbit? ahh, don't worry about it. couldn't have been much to say anyways."
your face twisted at him, the hurt bubbling inside you threatening to spill out into sobs. you wanted so badly to crash into his hold and let him wrap his arms around your body and hum as he let you cry; but you couldn't bring yourself to let him any more than he was guaranteed to. a quiet tongue click from him brought you back to this Habit.
"aww, bunny, don't cry. i'm not that mean."
he laughed at his own cruel joke on you as he wiped a tear you didn't even know had tipped over, his other hand patting you on the shoulder as he walked out the door- his smile never breaking.
"make yourself feel better, Rabbit. clearly you know a whoole lot about it, huh?"
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toomuchracket · 1 year ago
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what did dword girly even do to get him to call himself that on stage, what is he doing to that poor girl she was probably busy and stressed enough WORKING and he went and probably made her stop dead in her tracks when he called himself daddy on stage infront of the whole festival and bbc watchers at home. her and i need a minute after that I’m sure
someone else also said My brain can not handle the fact that he most definitely said “daddy’s fucking right” on stage last night. My brain is in delulu land, like I need that man to repeat those exact words, between my legs
in the blurb i wrote yesterday about you having been working non-stop in the run-up to r&l, i referenced matty coming back from the US shows and coming into the office when you were doing a late shift to see if he could help you with any last few work bits that needed done. but there was nothing, and you were still stressed, so matty took advantage of the empty offices and was like "baby, you need to relax. let me make you feel good", and got on his knees under your desk so he could go down on you and help your brain switch off for a bit. it did the trick, it ticked off a fantasy on both you and matty's lists lol, and you went home feeling a little bit better. but once the post-orgasm haze wore off when you got to the house... the stress returned. and matty was really sweet about it, pragmatically going through the list of things that needed to be done with you to make sure you hadn't missed anything; when you both determined that you'd done everything that had to be done, matty pulled you onto his lap and gave you lots of little kisses all over your face like "see? you're a pro, darling. knew you hadn't missed anything, i just knew it", and you giggled like "yeah, you're right, you're so right" as his kisses started to trail down your neck, and matty pulled back to take your face in his hands and kiss you like "yeah, princess. daddy's fucking right. now, let me make sure allllllll of that unnecessary stress is out of your head, yeah? my perfect girl deserves to feel good". and of course you let him fuck any last dregs of worry out of you - and let me tell you, he was THOROUGH about it lmao.
so, naturally, when you hear him utter those very words onstage at reading, not really that long after you've allowed yourself to leave work mode and be in enjoyment/proud girlfriend mode... you're not chill about it. so not chill about it, in fact, that ms xcx - who you've been downing vodkas with for the entirety of your boyfriends's set - actually has to be like "babe, are you alright? you look like you've seen a ghost". you're tipsy like "i can't believe he just fucking called himself that. onstage at reading festival. and on a livestream by the british broadcasting corporation. people have paid telly license fees in good faith and had to hear him say that! fuck!", and charli's like "what did he say? daddy? what's the big-OH MY GOD REALLY? wow, that is not the vibe he is giving off to me AT ALL. but i love that for you lol. you kinky little bitch!"; you're like "charli i am begging you please do not let on that you know" and she hugs you like "won't even tell george don't worry. and you don't wanna KNOW the stuff me and him are getting up to (i mean, you kinda do, but you won't pry). but yeah, i think you're maybe in for a fun night tonight, babe, if matty's feeling himself like that", and you're like "yep, i think you're right". and charli's like "well then, cheers to us and getting railed post-show!", and you laugh and clink cups and enjoy the rest of the set in peace.
as she is about most things in life, charli is dead on about you being in for a wild night after the show - matty comes offstage and heads straight for you so he can make out with you immediately, before lifting you into a hug and being like "hi, perfect girl. d'you enjoy that? i did". and you're like "mhmm. you were amazing, as always", and matty kisses you sweetly before he smirks like "d'you hear what i said, too?", and you're like "i did! i found it very... interesting"; he's like "well, i was just thinking about how well the show was going, and then i started thinking about how it wouldn't have been half as good if my princess of a girlfriend hadn't worked her magic on the prep, and then i thought about how stressed she was about it and how i helped her be less stressed, and then had the amazing idea that i could do the same thing but as a way to show her how grateful i am for her work and how much i love her". you blush and kiss matty's neck like "well, how do you want me, daddy?", and matty's like "all spread out for me, princess, on that sofa in the extra green room. up for it?" - you nod like "take me now, please", and matty's like "oh, gladly". and yeah, in that random spare room that the team were given and didn't use at all... matty definitely made sure you had a good night lmao <3
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ghostiiess · 1 year ago
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[NSB HEADCANONS] - date with regie!
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pov: going to restaurant with your boyfriend regie!
warnings: some swears here and there, mention of the word ‘sexy’ and regie compliments y/n, hands on the thighs, kisses, mention of a sugar mommy (he wants you as a sugar mommy since he’s ‘broke’), i think that’s all? Let me know if there’s more!
type: wholesome
member: regie macalino from nsb
REBLOGS AND LIKE ARE VERY APPRECIATED!
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Regie is nonchalant.
If you don’t know what nonchalant mean, let me give the definition (from google)
« feeling or appearing casually calm and relaxed; not displaying anxiety, interest, or enthusiasm. »
Which is true, because regie’s really like that. He is nonchalant 😍 he even have an university with this name, remember?
(More under the cut!)
So, you weren’t surprised when your man texted you at 9:34pm on a tuesday night:
« Hi, get ready in 30, imma come pick u up 4 a date at the house, hope u r not sleeping lol»
« Btw, wear something sexy »
« So wear what you want since ur always sexy, ok bye ily »
After getting ready and everything, your boyfriend knocked on your door, not expecting his jaw to be dropped-
You were so stunning.
When i say his jaw dropped, i mean it
His heart started beating faster, he knew you were already sexy and beautiful and everything, but not like THAT
Like this was another step for regie
« Holy shit.. »
« Damn baby, you look so fucking good, omg… »
« You look stunning, babe, wow… you’re so cute »
Ofc, he kissed you
« we should stop here, bc there is absolutely no way I’ll be able to control myself if we continue our lil’ make out session »
Ok, regie
You are making regie weak in the knees 🤪
You should be proud of yourself, because regie’s nonchalant, and this man do not get weak in the knees that easily
So you guys went to a restaurant (bc i lack of inspiration and also bc date restaurant are cute too)
As you all know, this man is a gentleman
He opened the car door for you, closed it, did the same thing when you guys arrived at the restaurant
He even opened the restaurant door for you
« After you, baby »
Oh and please, do not let me forget to say that his hands were on your thighs during all the road time
If you do not feel comfortable with this, just know he’ll stop doing it, but if you like it??? Bye, you will never be able to be in the same car with him and not have his hands on you
Yes, even with the guys 😆
Anyways, back to the restaurant
Both of your arms were on a side of the table, holding each other’s hands
His fingers were caressing the top of your hand
Regie knows how to make us weak 😍🫣
“You look so good tonight, baby..”
“I mean, you always look stunning, but tonight.. holy fuck”
During the date, you both talked about your day, how work was going for both of you, the lastest news and dramas… literally everything haha
And this man could not stop complimenting you over your clothes, how you looked, how great you were doing at your job, how cute you were, like this man was being soft and all cutie cutie
When it was time to pay, this man did not want to let you pay
“I gotchu babe, dw ‘bout it”
You were like “no, i can pay, you always pay, anyways can i pay for once?”
And he was like “hummm…. No! 😇”
The worst part? He’s saying “I’m broke, baby” and “i need a sugar mommy, y/n, please buy me things” like ok, we can do that i guess, but HE’S NOT EVEN LETTING US BUYING STUFF FOR HIM, LIKE FHVCUGFGB-
When it was time to drive you back home, he was super happy (not bc he was going to end the date, but bc he was so happy of the date with you)
When he walked you towards your home door, he did like in every movie:
💃🚶‍♂️ (sorry i didn’t find an emoji where the girl was standing on the left and looking at the right)
“We should do it more often… Going on dates randomly like that”
He smiled so much this night
And his smile, omg his smile
ITS SO PRECIOUS
“ i am so happy to have you as my girlfriend, y/n”
Then he kissed you
“I love you baby, ill text u when I’ll be home”
And this is what complete the headcanon, hope you guys liked it!! (I didn’t know how to end it, sorry)
Taglist! (Open! Send an ask if you’d like to be added!) : @nsb-rkive @kentisbaby @firebenderwolf @hyuneee0 @yawnzzznnn @ghostyycat7
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shaythey · 1 year ago
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A short Reed900 blurb I wrote in my notes app lol
tw// panic attack
Gavin isn't fully convinced that nines can't read minds. sometimes he'll give Gavin this long calculated stare, like he's looking at his tangled whirlwind of thoughts and carefully unraveling them one by one. like he knows what Gavin thinks better than Gavin himself.
Gavin almost wishes nines would give him one of those stares now. his thoughts are as tangled as ever, and he's spent the past few minutes plucking at them uselessly.
Gavins been off all day, he knows he has-- one of those days where last night's nightmares fail to fade by morning-- and he knows Nines noticed. he feels too quiet, too gruff, too much. talking helps, Gavin knows, but his head feels heavy, rotten. his tongue and chest have turned to cement.
and nines, perceptive and patient as ever, hasn't pushed, just touched him gently and spoken carefully, which Gavin knows should make him annoyed, angry, but it feels a little bit like it's holding him together. so when they arrive at their apartment after work and Nines wordlessly leads them towards the bedroom, Gavin just leans into his touch.
now they're in bed, nines in sweats and Gavin in boxers, wearing each other's old t shirts. nines' head is resting over Gavin's heart. he's absentmindedly tracing patterns across the detective's hand,, up his forearm, down each finger. it feels as though they're waiting. waiting for Gavin to stitch himself together, or let himself fall apart. maybe Gavin could sleep if his lungs would stop being so stubborn.
they're silent. the only sounds are the shifting of sheets and synced breaths-- one fabricated, one real.
nines simulates breathing to keep his internal components cool, but can turn it off any time. he doesn't, which is good because it freaks Gavin out. freaks him out to see nines, with his naturally pale complexion, and his chest unmoving.
pale and still and unblinking.
pale unblinking unmoving in an alleyway.
stupid knees aching on the asphalt and shaking hands. he almost wishes there was blood, he knows what to do with blood, he's had countless first aid trainings but what the fuck is the protocol with androids who are always smirking and teasing but are so so still now-- his light thing is dim and Gavin can't breathe and--
--something is squeezing his hand.
Gavin tears open his eyes and glances down. the Android in his head is staring at nothing, not moving, not speaking, not breathing,, but here there's a voice and there's movement and Gavin can't seem to differentiate what is real and what this means and what the fuck he's supposed to do--
--something squeezes his hand again. rhythmically. it's annoying.
Gavin wrenches his eyes open again, forces himself to look. nines is staring but not blank and not reading his mind, just scanning Gavin's vitals. that's annoying too but the detective can't say so because his chest is tight, so tight he can't fucking breathe and he's choking on nothing--
"try again," says a voice that makes warmth trickle into Gavin's chest. "in and out."
nines is squeezing his hand rhythmically. in and out, Gavin knows this. he sucks in carefully and is rewarded with a soft, "that's it."
nines is here with him. it's his voice and his hand and Gavin feels like an idiot for forgetting. he blindly, clumsily threads a hand through nines' hair, still breathing too hard.
nines' hair was perfect that night in the alley. his face slack, eyes vacant, LED dim, but not a strand out of place. that version slumps tauntingly in front of him now. Gavin swallows painfully. his knees ache.
in another hazy reality, Gavin strokes through nines' dark locks. nines is laying, warm and heavy on his chest, puffing out a teasingly annoyed sigh. "that'll be hell to fix in the morning." there's a smirk in his voice.
he blinks through contrasting images and huffs out a weak laugh. Gavin feels heat behind his eyes. "y-youre," he chokes out, "you're okay, r-right?"
nines says nothing, just drags himself up Gavin's chest, nestling in the crook of the human's neck. his synthetic breaths puff against Gavin's skin; theyre even, deliberately so. Gavin strokes his hair, nines squeezes his hand, and they breathe together for a long time.
minutes or hours later, when Gavin's deep breaths are effortless and drowsy, nines whispers against his neck. "we're okay. we're both okay." and Gavin sleeps.
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corazondebeskar-reads · 9 months ago
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wip wednesday!
thank you for the tag @janaispunk 🖤🖤
step one: post snippets of the fics you're working on (can be a summary if there's no snippet
ok so some of these are really rough and have no titles and I didn't include things like "of rage and ruin" because that's already got a priority order, but here are these:
"I'll take care of you" mini-series
very dark!Din x f!reader
yes, I have a problem, and I'm turning it into a mini-series. no snippet yet, but here's a teaser
You meet the Mandalorian for the first time in an alley. You meet the Mandalorian for the first time in your home. You meet the Mandalorian for the first time in a bunker. You… aren’t sure how you met the Mandalorian, anymore. But you know, now, that no matter how far you get, no matter how much you forget, he’ll always find you.
patrol partner!Joel
ft. switch!Joel but mostly sub!Joel x f!switch!reader
You pull off with a soft pop and look up at him, setting the cool, damp cloth back over his cock. His hips jerked when it made contact, the cool breeze through the window exaggerating the sensation. “How’re you feeling, baby?” you say. “Frustrated, ma’am,” Joel grunts. You smile. “Thank you for being honest. Do you need a break, or do you want a little more?” “More, please,” he says immediately, cheeks flushed. You don’t respond, running your hand across his stomach while you let him squirm from the chill. Not after long, you move it and take him back in your mouth. He gasps and moans, muscles tightening and straining against the ropes. When you shift to warm his balls with your tongue, he whimpers. You take that as a sign to pull back and replace the cold cloth.  “No,” he says, desperate and breathy. He squeezes his eyes tight against the prickling of tears. “Please.” 
soft!Jackson!Joel
Joel grimaces. “Yeah, you’re right. We’ll just have to figure something temporary out.” You stop and put your hands on your hips. “We? What is this we business?” “What’re you gonna do, keep wandering through the woods on your own? I’ll help you.” “Why would you want to do that?” You’re on alert again. “Didn’t you say you had to get back to your brother?” “He’s not goin’ any place. He knows I can handle myself out here. Why, you got somewhere else to go?” His eyebrow raises. It’s really infuriating. He fucking knows you don’t. “Oh, you know. So many places to go, things to do.” He rolls his eyes. “Yeah, I’m sure.” “Well, I haven’t even started my taxes this year.” You fix him with a look. Fuckin’ try me, old man.  But Joel just laughs. “You’re right. Finding somewhere safe from Infected is way less important than taxes. My bad.”  “It is. It is your bad, Joel. I could get arrested for tax evasion.”   “Right,” he shakes his head. “You’re more afraid of the IRS.”  “Yeah, we are talkin’ about the American government here. You think the fuckin’ apocalypse is gonna stop them from getting their money?” Never mind that the world ended twenty-two years ago. You know he’s letting you play up the bit because he thinks you’ll let your guard down.  You’re hoping it works in reverse.  “Alright, well, let’s find you somewhere safe to do your taxes.” “Agreed. You’ll go back to your brother and I’ll find the nearest H&R Block.” 
"the art of decay"
(a working title for the sequel to "the art of breaking"; don't hold me to it lol)
“You get wet from that beating earlier?” he asks. You nod, even though he’s already reaching down between your legs and shoving his fingers in your cunt. He brings back his shiny hand and strokes his cock.  “Look at me, baby,” he says, shifting onto his knees so when you open your eyes, you’re faced with his fist pumping away at the red, angry head. “Coulda been you. Shoulda been, but bad girls don’t get what they want.”  You whimper. It really does hurt your feelings, but you know you have nothing to say for yourself.  “Open. Maybe you’ll get lucky, and get some fresh.” You obey immediately, squeezing your eyes back shut as soon as he starts to cum. A little bit lands in your mouth, which you hold open.
step two: put them in a poll and let people vote on which one you should work on
no pressure tags: @kewwrites @tightjeansjavi @milla-frenchy @aurorawritestoescape @covetyou @toxicanonymity @mountainsandmayhem @alwaysmicado @ozarkthedog
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alovelyburn · 2 years ago
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i swear you and bthump are the best people to go to when to comes to berserk stuff
you guys just have such a great grasp on the story and really expose the ridiculousness of the western fanbase
The sad thing is, I can't even be proud of that because 90% of it is literally just reading the story (and interviews) without jumping through 15 hoops trying to explain to myself that everything characters (or Miura) said or did means the opposite of what they said or did.
Being in Western Berserk fandom is wild, it's like.....
Griffith: When I think about the dream and Guts, he is definitely more appealing. In fact he just made me forget my dream completely. Fans: He's saying that Guts is only a tool to him and he's only important because he's the best way to the dream.
Griffith: Do you think responding to royalty repeatedly trying to murder me by killing them first makes me a horrible person? Guts: LOL what, who even cares about murder, it's fine, you're fine, what a silly question honestly. Fans: Look at that fucking asshole Griffith what a sociopath. Poor Guts is such a kind-hearted gentleman.
Casca: WTF Griffith you let him do whatever he wants and don't even punish him when he does crazy things Fans: Griffith's so abusive to Guts.
Griffith: loses the most important person to him - eclipse doesn't trigger. falls into a deep depression - eclipse doesn't trigger. massively self-destructs - eclipse doesn't trigger. has a post-sex mental breakdown - eclipse doesn't trigger gets tortured for a year to the point where his body barely functions and his tongue is being used as a torturer's necklace - eclipse doesn't trigger. gets treated like a pile of baggage and a burden by the people he literally prostituted himself to support - eclipse doesn't trigger. overhears that the most important person to him is leaving AGAIN - freaks out, but eclipse doesn't trigger. hallucinates a nightmare of being a doll kept as a pseudo husband by the subordinate who always had a crush on him - eclipse doesn't trigger literally tries to kill himself - eclipse still doesn't trigger confronted by his completely hopeless feelings about a guy who keeps abandoning him - eclipse triggers, offered a sacrifice, just kinda sits there has his mind invaded by demon lords who use every doubt, insecurity, guilt pang and self-hating thought he ever had against him - still doesn't accept the sacrifice. reminded that if he stops he's wasted all the lives that he's been living to justify accidentally ending - bursts into tears, falls to his knees and repeatedly apologizes but still doesnt' accept the sacrifice has the specific words of the one person he loves most used against him by making it sound like that person would approve of him accepting the sacrifice - cracks but still hesitates told that the sacrifices will forgive him since that's what they're there for anyway - accepts the sacrifice Fans: He literally doesnt care, he would have said yes ANY TIME, like if the Godhand waltzed up to him when he was literally sitting on the throne, he would've been like, FUCK YEAH GIMME THE POWER, KILL EVERYONE! because only cares about himself and power.
The Actual Worldbuilding: Sacrifices only work if you love the sacrifice so much that losing them is like losing a piece of yourself. Fans: Obviously you don't need to care about people to sacrifice them because Griffith sacrificed the Hawks, who he didn't care about.
M E A N W H I L E
Guts: Ignores the eclipse as it butchers his friends in order to repeatedly try to save Griffith. Then jumps down and wanders around trying to save literally anyone. Fans (AND THE DARK HORSE SYNOPSES): Guts' primary concern during the Eclipse was saving Casca, he made a beeline for her like, tunnel vision whoa.
S O M E T I M E L A T E R
Guts' subconscious: Why don't you just abandon her? Better yet, rape and murder her so you can be more like Griffith and be closer to him and twirl yourself around him like a vine. Guts: [LITERALLY SEXUALLY ASSAULTS HER WHILE FANTASIZING ABOUT MURDERING HER SO HE CAN BE CLOSER TO GRIFFITH] Fans: Guts loves Casca more than anything in the world, shes all he cares about.
Guts: When I see him I'll ....... Puck: Man, when Guts thinks about this Hawk guy, he gets so mad, but also his feelings are super complicated. Guts: When I saw Griffith there, I totally lost my desire to kill him. Also Guts: What do you mean you don't feel anything, come on feel something [poke poke poke] Hey wait where are you going?! Guts: This sucks just as much as when I left the Hawks, except this time I'm the one getting dumped. :/ Also Guts: Anyway I should drop Casca on Elfhelm and then find Griffith and......................... Berserk Guidebook: Guts' feelings about Griffith include bitter hatred and an unending stream of other complicated feelings. Also Guts: Anyway so, when I see him I'll ....... Fans: Guts just hates Griffith so much and nothing else. It's just hate. He wants Griffith dead so much like its even more extreme than the normal wanting someone dead. SO much deathlust, and NOTHING ELSE.
Guts: /swings at Griffith and misses Casca: /gets kidnapped Guts: I couldn't hit him even a little, and my sword let me down, I have nothing to believe in or strive for anymore. Fans: Look at him he's so broken up about Casca.
I literally feel like I'm in fucking bizarro land when I read your average western berserk fan's commentary it is WILD.
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fandomfluffandfuck · 2 years ago
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jfc he really is giving sub seb in that first gif, like tell him he's a good boy and CHOKE HIM
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Jesus Christ.
Seb is so pretty and he's so good and it's killing me 😮‍💨😮‍💨
And Sebastian is ✨️inspiring✨️ too. Like, I did a lot of driving yesterday (when you sent this ask in) so I had a lot of time to think... and I'm thinking evanstan here because I always am lol. But, specifically though-
Imagine
Chris is feeling himself one day when they are not going anywhere. Also, they haven't got anything to do at home. The extent of their plans are to veg out on the couch for some much deserved rest and relaxation. However, in contrast to they're easy, chill day--as mentioned--Chris is feeling a little flirty. Not just flirty though, he's feeling more than that too. He's lowkey buzzing with arousal, just because.
(It's probably a result of being alone with Sebastian for the first time in a while without anything else demanding their attention And Seb is obviously gorgeous. So. Casual, low-simmering arousal and need that translates into the urge to tease.)
So, as Chris walks past Seb - where he's sitting on the couch - on his way through the living room, Chris rumbles, "Seb?"
Of course, Seb looks up at his boyfriend. Smiling sweetly.
He's so good, Chris thinks.
Chris smiles too and out loud he says, "there he is." His fingers float to Sebastian's chin, keeping his chin up, their eyes locking. "There's my good boy," Chris coos, patting him on the cheek, aaaand loosely collaring his throat with his hand. Just a second of choking before...
He walks away.
Chris walks away like nothing happened. Doing his best to bite down on the smirk that wants to paint his face. He goes to sit on the easy chair this time, not the couch next to Sebastian where he had been before getting up just a few moments ago.
Chris is expecting Sebastian to maybe suffer a hitched inhale or choked exhale, eyes blowing wide at the suddenness of something he enjoys so much. He's not expecting Sebastian, poor baby, to crumble.
He does though.
Just like *that* Sebastian whimpers and slips down in his seat. Slouching under the weight of the arousal that clearly hits him. The weight--the wave of interest going through Sebastian carries him off the couch and onto the floor. Crawling, a little wobbly, over to Chris.
Chris didn't know that would happen but he's pleased to see it 👀
And on Sebastian’s end, oof, he didn't realize he needed that as bad as he did but, oh, God, hearing Chris say those words makes him crave even more. Weak at the knees.
It's all Seb can do to get over to Chris and push his forehead against his knee with a soft noise of complaint.
Chris chuckles above him.
Just the physical representation of Chris above him--bigger and taller and in control--makes Sebastian shiver. He wants that power dynamic outlined even more. Please. He presses hard into Chris' knee.
"Yes, baby?" Chris questions.
Seb makes a noise of complaint. He fucking knows what.
He knows what he started.
Chris sighs happily, "get up here then, sweet boy," and Seb does.
Sebastian clambers into Chris' lap and Chris instantly has his hands all over him. Back on his throat. Around his waist, groping him so good. Sebastian’s eyes flutter shut, leaning into the heat and claiming brand of Chris' large hand over his throat. He just melts into Chris' touch. Yesss.
Chris squeezes his neck, just a touch, as he claims Seb's mouth, kissing him deeply. Seb swears he can hear an angel's chorus welcoming him as he starts to really fly under Chris' care 🥴 A religious experience. Floating on simmering arousal and golden fog, all about to get more intense.
Also, don't fucking get me started on this other sub Seb moment from Sharper. It's still frying my brain 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 and making me think about "The Love Song You've Earned" by @luninosity because I can totally see that more traditional dom/sub dynamic flowing into Seb being ordered to take Chris' shoes off for him 👀
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