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please do one where Thanos starts off as your unlikely ally in the games, protecting you from danger and helping you survive. Over time, his protectiveness becomes obsessive, and he begins eliminating anyone he sees as a threat to keeping you by his side even as you start to notice his unsettling behavior you can’t escape his grasp🙏
Thanos/Choi Su-Bong - yandere bf
Synopsis: In an attempt to escape from Thanos, you join a game promising money that will help you escape him. Unfortunately, he also seemed to have joined the game.
A/N: I may have combined this with two other requests bc they were all so similar so.. i hope thats okay !!
Warning: yandere thanos, choking
If you had told your younger self you’d be in a game of death with 45.6 billion won up for grabs, you wouldn’t believe it. And yet, it’s true. After the tragedy that was Red Light, Green Light where many people met a rather unfortunate fate, you realized it’d be in your best interest to find someone you can trust and form an alliance with them.
Unfortunately for you, your boyfriend, Thanos, happened to also be a part of the games and had been watching you from a distance since he spotted you in the first game. You had originally wanted to get away from him because he was nothing but toxic though now it seems Thanos was one step ahead of you. That, or you just had terrible luck and Thanos decided to come here on his own accord.
You didn't have time to think about it though because he suddenly got up and left his little group behind to make his way straight to you. He didn't seem happy at all. Perhaps it was because the last conversation you two had was an argument that was left off on a bad note.
“Where have you been? Were you avoiding me? That makes me really fucking mad, you know,” he says as he grabs your wrist so you can't just walk away from him. Not like there was anywhere to go now. You were stuck with him here.
“I was just taking some time for myself,” you respond defensively. You really just wanted to get away from him which is why you were here in the first place. Your original plan was to win some money and then disappear so you'd never have to deal with Thanos and his crazy behavior again. It was suffocating to be near him.
“Time for yourself? Don't fucking lie to me,” he says as he brings you closer to him. Nothing about him was gentle. Not his touches, or his kisses, or anything. “Well, you've had your time. You're not leaving my side now,” he continues as he looks down at you with a glare. He wasn't leaving any room for you to defy him. In his eyes, you belonged to him. You were his property and that meant you couldn't go rogue and do what you want.
“You don't get a say in that,” you say as you lean back slightly to try to create some distance between the two of you. He lets out a bitter laugh before grabbing the back of your head, entangling his fingers in your hair, and forcing you closer. “Yes, I do. In case you forgot, you're stuck in a death game with me. Do you really think anyone else will help you? Nobody else here gives a fuck about you. The moment they get the chance, they'll let a bullet go through your head,” he says as he looks down at you with a slightly crazed look.
You'd like to make a counter point but he’s not exactly wrong. A lot of the people here didn't seem to be trustworthy. Not like Thanos was any better but he probably wouldn't purposely kill you if you didn't piss him off, right? As much as you didn't want to, you realized you didn't have much choice. Unless you want to make an enemy right after the first game, Thanos was your only hope of surviving the rest of the games.
“That's better. Just keep your pretty lips shut and let me do the talking,” Thanos spoke with a slight smirk. You didn't respond to that knowing that you'd likely make some sarcastic quip that would piss him off if you did. You didn't have a choice this time. You couldn't run away to another country. You had to give in just this once.
You'd soon come to regret that decision.
Somehow, Thanos had only gotten worse. He was always right next to you, no matter what. Either his hand would be over your shoulder or he'd have a tight grip on your waist. When it was lights out, he'd force you to sleep in the same bed as him. He'd kiss you all the time too but it was always rough with teeth clashing against each other and his tongue shoved down your throat.
You didn't notice it got worse until it was far too late.
The moment of realization was during the third game. The game was called ‘mingle’ and it was simple enough. A number would be called out and you'd have 30 seconds to form a group of that number before getting inside one of the fifty rooms.
Everyone stood on a circular platform in the center of the room and, per usual, Thanos had his arm over your shoulder, keeping you close to him as he spoke to his other stupid friend. The platform began to spin slowly as a childish song played. When the platform came to a sudden stop and a number was called out you formed a group and ran into a room.
It was all going fine as you planned strategic moves and managed to keep on surviving. At least, it was going well. Until the last round when the number 2 was called.
Thanos had immediately taken your wrist and dragged you towards a room, leaving behind his idiot friend without a second thought. However, the room was quickly stolen by two other players. You thought Thanos would just go to the next room over but that was not what happened.
Instead he pushed open the door and immediately grabbed one of the guys by their hair. He didn't think twice before he forced him out of the room. The other guy made an attempt to help but Thanos slammed him against the wall, his hand going around his throat as he choked him. The look in his eyes was far more scary than you remember. You could hardly process what was happening before the guy was punched in the face and pushed out of the room.
Thanos pulled you in just before the door closed and locked. The sound of gunshots rang out soon after as Thanos huffed in annoyance. He looked guilt free despite the fact he was very much responsible for the death of two people. Actually, now that you really thought about it, he had killed other people in the previous games too.
Fuck. You were beginning to regret your choice of becoming his ally. You'd have much rather found someone else who could protect you from him because he was clearly fucking crazy. Crazier than he used to be. You thought he was just a manipulative, toxic bastard. You didn't think he'd be truly capable of murder.
“Fucking dickheads,” Thanos mumbles under his breath with annoyance before glancing at your face. The corner of his lips quirked up when he noticed your expression and he wandered in front of you. “What? Something wrong?” He spoke though he already knew exactly what you were thinking.
“You killed those people,” you said as you looked up at him with a combination of fear and disbelief. He laughed in response before reaching a hand up and grabbing your face. “For you, baby. I fucking killed them for you,” he said as he looked down at you with a smirk. He found your expression such a turn-on really. The idea you were afraid of him meant you'd submit to him and that's all he wanted.
“You're fucking crazy.. crazier than I thought,” you spoke as you tried to step back and create some distance between the two of you. In response, he slammed you against the wall and got very close to you.
“You're only just realizing this? You don't realize when I snapped the ankle of that bastard who looked at you so he'd lose? You didn't realize when our ‘friend’ and I returned but he had a bleeding nose?” He spoke as he got into your face with a dangerous grin. Well, when he said it like that, it became abundantly clear he had been killing and hurting people left and right since day one and all for you. You just had been too caught up in his behavior towards you that you didn't notice how he acted with others.
“Mm. Fuck, I love that look on your face. You're so afraid. Good. Because you're going to learn that you're mine forever, yeah?” He spoke as he brought a hand to your throat and squeezed it tightly. He let out a laugh as he choked you like it was the funniest thing in the world before slamming his lips to yours in a rough kiss.
It was then you realized that, no matter how hard you tried to escape, you were his now - you always have been - and you will never taste freedom on your tongue again.
#thanos squid game#squid game#squid game 2#squid game season 2#squid game x reader#thanos x reader#choi su bong smut#choi su bong
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head empty..i just finished reading hypersexual for the nth time and i cant help it. please PLEASE PLEASE give me hyung line thoughts on all of them with the same affliction. its not a want anymore i need it sj PLEASE
hyper sexual hyung line
☆ jay:
jay is the type to let himself lose his mind until he enters dangerous territory. he has so many pocket pussies, he's fucked just about anything he can get his hands on to offer new sensations. has dabbled in porn that he should be incredibly ashamed of and only keeps getting worse...i think he'd need someone just like himself if he were suffering with chronic boner syndrome. all day, all night. drop out of college babe, he needs to get his dick wet. probably leads into a lot of different kinks too. public stuff mostly. what's even better is the thought of how insane he gets without it....and you, depriving him of it for fun. dom jay lets go. anyway, jay is also the type to genuinely expect you to drop out and let him take care of you if it means you'll spread your legs 24/7 for him.
★ jake:
this is basically just a small description of jake from the fic: hyper sexual, but yeah. He genuinely has an issue with jerking off to the point that he's practically numb to the feeling of his own hand, or jerking off in general. He can't fucking get off to anything anymore, which sucks when your cock is always pulsing and leaking in your pants. He's the type to go through every fucking dating app, never able to land a girl because he genuinely is just...way way too much for them. Absolutely gets horny at work, and practically tastes the heavens when any mention of "free use" is considered. Def into somno, and borderline dangerous if he doesn't get what he needs.
☆ sunghoon:
hides it well until he doesn't in the form of a huge boner always poking his friends via hug simply bc they rubbed against his arm the wrong way and he's way too sensitive. And thats what I think about sunghoon, he's sensitive. Any touch, any lingering touch will have him wanting to bury himself into anyone, fucking anything to feel good. definitely the type to pay sex workers for their services but also make them breakfast the next day before asking for a freebie. He would very likely go bankrupt if he can't find a girl to match his energy and be ready to fuck the second he pulls it out.
★ heeseung:
GOONER. an entire porn addict. Heeseung will jerk off to a fucking gaming magazine that shows a group of guys playing a table-top game just because there is a leg at the corner of a picture that kind of looks like it belongs to a girl he would absolutely fuck. he's desperate about it, which doesn't work in his favor at all. he's probably similar to jake in terms of being very close to committing....not good things. like, he will probably end up with restraining orders at one point because he'll find someone he wants to fuck and basically become obsessed with them until they give in. but hey, it's hard to meet people when you spend all day at home online, right? gotta make it count when he finds someone :/
#enhypen smut#park jongseong smut#sim jaeyun smut#park sunghoon smut#heeseung smut#enhypen hard hours#hardthots
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reminds me of an argument i had in high school trying to explain that the expression was "play it by ear"—meaning "figure it out as it's happening, rather than plan ahead", like a musician listening to a song for the first time and playing an accompaniment spontaneously without sheet music—not "play it by year."
my best friend at the time insisted that it had to be "play it by year" because it was an expression about future plans and scheduling, not music, so "year" made more sense because it was a time measurement; she had some idea in her head about "let's keep our plans vague and figure it out later" matching well with a long-term time unit like "year", like, let's not figure out our schedule to the minute, let's take the long view and play it by year!
which, that is a very creative and interesting retroactive justification for a misheard expression ("it's a moo point—it's like a cow's opinion, it doesn't matter!") but what she thought was her strongest argument was that her mother said "year" instead of "ear," and her mother had gone to Yale, and did I really think someone who had studied English at Yale would be wrong about something like this?
i had to give up the point because another girl in our group was agreeing with her and this was before teenagers had smartphones so we couldn't just look it up on the quad. one of those silly things you remember for far too long because you know you're 100% right and nobody believes you.
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longtime followers of mine may recall that i myself have a pet peeve misheard expression. this one is a real headache because the misheard version is far more popular than the original.
misheard version: "if you think [x], you've got another thing coming."
original version: "if you think [x], you've got another think coming."
because "coming" starts with a k sound, the k at the end of think blends into the c of coming and all you hear is the "iihnng" at the end of "think" that can be easily mistaken for "thing."
but the misheard "thing" version caught on decades and decades ago, to the point that you'll see it regularly in published media, and therefore never have any reason to question the "thing" version, even though it's much duller than the original.
"you've got another think coming" is an excellent folksy way to say "think again!" or, more specifically, "you'll be forced to think again because of what I'm going to do." even if you're only familiar with the "thing" version, you can recognize the logical progression of the original: the first think in the beginning of the phrase leads to another think in the second part.
"you've got another thing coming" seems to be interpreted by most people as a direct threat: the people I've asked tell me they imagine the "thing" in question is a fist or a beating (if they think it refers to anything at all—some people just interpret it as a meaningless filler word.) if you assume the "thing" is a direct threat, it narrows the utility of the expression quite a bit. after all, you can say "you've got another think coming" to mean "I'm going to prove your assumption wrong" in whatever way makes the most sense in context, while still benefitting from the repetition of "think x? think again!"
by contrast, while "thing" can technically be whatever you want it to be (e.g. "if he thinks he's going to win this game, he's got another thing [a defeat] coming", "if she thinks she's going to get away with fraud, she's got another thing [a lawsuit] coming") it still needs to be in the form of A Thing. So it wouldn't quite sound right in, for example, "if Great-Aunt Edna thinks I'm coming to visit, she's got another thing coming." You're not going to beat up your Great-Aunt Edna, and "me not coming to visit" isn't really a "thing" in the way the expression needs it to be to work. You could maybe say the thing Great-Aunt Edna has coming is "disappointment," but you'll be much better served by the original expression.
this has been a public service announcement to rescue "you've got another think coming" from the dustbin of history.
#it's very funny that this person never googled it#your first lesson in being a pedant should be 'look it up in three different places before spouting off'#no matter how well you know the fact!#don't chew people out without double or triple checking!#sic 'em#omelette du fromage#dove.txt
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Serial killer reader x yan!Batfam (bc who doesn’t like seeing reader finally go batshit crazy?)
This idea has been bouncing around my head for a while, so Imma toss it out here. A slim layout of it and testing the waters ig lol
WARNING for disturbing imagery, animal abuse, broken bones, mentions of child neglect (obviously)
Reader arrives at the manor at the ripe ol’ age of 8, near fresh off the crime scene of their mothers murder
None of the transition is handled well, which, its Gotham so what do you expect really, so no real systems are put in place to help this child not only deal with a brand new environment, but also having just watched your mom brutally murdered in front of you
Bruce is already 5 years deep into batmanning shenanigans, with Dick 4 years into being robin
Since you weren't as obviously volatile as Dick was when his parents were murdered, Bruce didn't really see letting you in on the nightly activities as necessary
You never really pushed hard for a relationship with Bruce, believing that he was distant because you were not a choice, unlike Dick.
Your mom used to get like that, sometimes. she’d always been truthful about you being an accident, would close herself off for awhile, but at least she always came back, or she use too
You had Alfred, sure, but his experience with grieving children mostly involved allowing them to swear vengeance on all crime sooo, he’s more of a “I'll try to solve your problem, even though what you're needing is someone to comfort and listen to you”
But you can't really fix the problem of a very dead mother
So you’re never really given a space to process, and it definitely festers
So what is a small child left to do with no real outlet for the terrible things they've witnessed? Well… recreation is a start.
You were left to your own devices quite often, and the manors grounds are so so big, so it's easy to see how you got away with your… activities, for awhile
Squirrels, birds, frogs, any animal small enough to fit into your tiny little hands, all met their end by them
It isn't until you’re a few years into your new school, that you catch a bird and show your classmates just how fragile and “cute” its bones were, and the funny little tweets it made when you snapped them
And your friends try to stop you, saying its wrong and mean, that the tight grip you have on the bird is "hurting” it, that you’re crazy and horrible
So you decide to just show your friends how wrong they are, that it's just a game
Soon, the teacher comes running over at the sounds of shouts and screaming, and finds a child with a broken arm, and a robin with a broken neck
With the reader stood above them, yelling that their friends aren't playing the game right
……………………………………
Alfred is the one who comes to get you, as Bruce is busy with something and he’s just absolutely beside himself, how did this happen? How hadn't he noticed anything?
He rushes through the necessities, assuring that all damages will be paid for, agrees to have you transferred to a different class then the boys whose arm you broke instead of being expelled (the wonders of unimaginable wealth)
The drive back to the manor (manor, not home, never home) is quiet, the silence is suffocating, for both of you,
You’re mostly confused, you never really hid your “games” while at the manor, at least not on purpose, you'd just always wash up before going inside, not wanting to get anything dirty
And Alfred is angry, mostly at himself, he prided himself on his ability to see everything, to always know, but this? He was completely blindsided.
So yes he's angry, not really at you, but you don't know that, you can only see the slight shake of his shoulders, the white knuckled grip on the wheel, the frown pulling his wrinkled face and the furrow of his brow
And all you hear is the quiet, ”Never do such a thing again”, as the car pulled up the driveway to the manor
That very night, Bruce brings Jason to the manor
And the urgent conversation Alfred planned on having with Bruce fell to the wayside
That's some of what I���ve got so far lol, there's… a lot more honestly. The brain worms are hard at work. Hope you enjoyed!
#yandere batfamily#yandere batfam x reader#yandere batfamily x reader#yandere batfam#yandere dc#gender neutral reader#gn reader#platonic yandere batfam#Serialkiller!reader#Tw:animal abuse#idk what else to tag
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A Welcome Distraction
pairing: Kang Dae-ho x reader
summary: Dae-ho helps you learn to play Gong-gi
word count: 1.5k
warnings: squid game stuff, but other than than just fluff
A/N: I got the rules of the game from watching the show, so they could be wrong. I think it's gender neutral but lmk if it's not so I can fix it
It looks like you're going to spend at least another day here. You're going to have to play at least one more game. Despite voting to leave, the majority of people disagreed with you, and now you're stuck here. You may be drowning in student loan debt, but at least your alive, and, if you've learned anything positive from this experience, it is that life is full of opportunities.
You take your food from the masked men and find a small space in between the beds where you can be alone. You don't think you can eat right now, so you put those to the side and sit on your knees, pulling five small stones out of your pocket. When you need is a distraction, and this game could do it.
Across the room, Dae-ho winces as Jung-bae hits him in the shoulder, almost making him drop his milk.
"What?" Dae-ho says, annoyed.
"You're staring," Jung-bae says. Dae-ho gives him a confused look, to which he nods his head in your direction.
Dae-ho looks down at his feet as he feels heat rise in his face. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Jung-bae scoffs a laugh, looking at the former Marine. "Please. You cheered so loud when her team crossed the finish line I thought you're life was on the line, too." Jung-bae laughs at his own joke, Young-il laughing along.
Dae-ho rolls his eyes, finishing his milk and putting the carton down next to him. Sure he thinks you're cute, but this is no place for any of this stuff.
"You should talk to them," a quiet voice says. Dae-ho looks up to see Jun-hee looking at him.
Young-il nods. "She's right. We don't know how much longer we will be alive, you should speak now before you lose the chance."
Dae-ho looks back over at you. You're hunched over on the floor between beds, your back facing him. With a small surge of confidence, Dae-ho nods, standing up. He takes a few steps in your direction before second guessing himself, stopping in place. He nearly falls over as Jung-bae shoves him towards you.
As he gets closer to you, he can hear the sounds of something repeatedly hitting the hard floor, as well as soft curses coming from you.
"Are you alright?" he asks, standing by the entrance to the small alley between beds.
You gasp and look up at him, being too invested in what you were doing to notice someone coming up to you. Acting on instinct, you back yourself closer to the wall away from him.
Dae-ho puts his hands up. "I don't want to hurt you, just wanted to see what you were doing."
You take a look at his face and number. You remember seeing him yelling yesterday with his friend, as if he was a soldier. It had actually made you laugh, which was much needed in a place like this. You also thought he was kinda cute. Getting out of your defensive position, you shyly show him the small stones in your hand.
He furrows his brows and gets closer so he can have a better look, kneeling on the floor in front of you. He recognizes the rocks from the ground of the last game, but has no idea why you have them.
You see his confused look and sigh. "I was trying to play Gong-gi. I've never played before and it looked interesting." You let out a little laugh. "I'm not very good at it, though. I don't even know if I'm doing it right."
Dae-ho gives you a small smile. "I can show you, if you want."
You look up at him with wide eyes. "You know how to play?"
He grows a bit embarrassed and looks everywhere except for your face. "I have older sisters, we used to play when I was little."
Expecting you to laugh at him, he is surprised when you hold out the stones. He smiles and holds out his palm for you to place the rocks in, then moves back to make room between the two of you.
"You have to throw one of the pieces in the air as you grab the others, and you need to grab more as you go. You start with one each, then two, then three and one, then all four. After that, flip them onto the backside of your hand and catch them without flipping your hand over." He takes a deep breath as he rolls of the stones onto the floor. As nervous as he feels with you watching him, he knows he can do it. After all, he did just do it perfectly with guns pointed at him.
He quickly goes through the game, not dropping a single stone. When he makes the final catch and opens his palm for you to see, he finds your mouth open as you stare at his hand in awe.
"That was amazing," you say to him with a smile.
Dae-ho smiles and feels the heat rising to his face again. "You should see my sisters do it, they move so fast you can't even see what's happening," he chuckles, making you laugh. "Besides, I saw you do spinning top before. You wrapped it in seconds and got it to spin on the first try! I was always so bad at spinning top as a kid."
You smile shyly, feeling heat in your face. "It was my favorite game as a kid. I didn't have many toys, so I would play it for hours. I'd try to teach you, but I don't have a top."
Dae-ho smiles. "That's okay." He holds out his hand for you to take the stones. "You're turn to try."
You take the stones from him, scattering them onto the ground between you. You smile as you manage to get each singular one, but when you try to get two at once, you don't catch the stone in time. You let out a frustrated sigh, sitting back on your knees.
"You're doing good," Dae-ho reassures. "Try going for the ones that are closer together, and throw the stone a little higher to give you more time."
You nod at the advice and pick up the stones again. You get the first two, but lose it again as you try to get the second two. Though you get frustrated with yourself, Dae-ho never does, patiently watching you and giving you tips.
It takes more tries than you would like to admit, but you are finally able to make the final catch. You yell out in victory with a big smile on your face, and the man across from you does the same. You get a little shy as you see that your yells have got attention from the people around you, particularly that one judgmental old man who really has no right to judge anyone considering he has more debt than most people here combined.
When everyone looks away, you smile up at the man again as he hold him hand up for you to high-five.
"I feel so accomplished," you laugh, making him chuckle. "Thank you for helping me. It was nice to play a game and not have to worry for my life."
He smiles sadly. "I'm happy I could help. My name is Dae-ho."
You smile back at him and give him your name. "If we both get out of here, Dae-ho, I'll teach you how to get the top to spin every time."
"When," he says. You give him a confused look. "You said if we get out of here, but when we get out of here, I would like that very much."
You smile at him. "I'm looking forward to it."
Dae-ho spots your food sitting on the bed next to you and frowns. "You didn't eat?"
You look at it. "I wasn't hungry so I was saving it. I got so wrapped up in this game I forgot about it."
The man moves to get up. "I'll leave you to eat, then."
"You don't have to leave," you say quickly, making him stop and look at you. "I mean, I don't mind if you want to stay."
Dae-ho smiles and nods, sitting down again, this time next to you. As you eat, you both talk about yourselves, how you ended up here, your lives back home, anything that comes to mind.
"What are you going to do when you get out of here?" Dae-ho asks you when your food is long gone.
You sigh and shrug. "I'll pay off whatever debt that I can, but besides that, I really don't know." You look at him. "What about you?"
"I'll pay off my debts, too," he says. He takes a deep breath before looking at you, feeling his nerves rising. "I also think that I'd like to take you to dinner."
His nerves calm as he watches a smile slowly take over your face. "I'd like that."
Dae-ho smiles. "Then it's a date."
When it is time to go to sleep, Dae-ho can only think about how he is going to do everything he can to make sure the two of you get out of here alive.
#dae ho#player 388#dae-ho#daeho x reader#dae ho x reader#dae-ho x reader#squid game#squid game 2#squid game season 2#kang dae ho#kang daeho#daeho
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I thought just popped into my head so tp!mom & drew!!
okay so I live in the south and we have a hugeeee ass fair every year and on one side of it there’s this like petting zoo were you can feed and pet the animals and then kids can ride horses and stuff and I just thought about Drew tagging along with them and being the best (stepdad) everrrrr to her daughter!!!! like he’s paying for food, toys, the millionth horse ride of the day. and she’s just soo giggly and hugging all one Drew because she really does like him!!!
notes: i love them so much i am going to cry :( this was so fun to write, if you guys have any thoughts for tp!mom!reader PLS send them!
you brought up how your town does this annual fair and drew kind of invited himself, “well, let me come?” and you honestly didn’t mind, baby was growing suppperrrr fond of him and it just felt wrong to say no since you two had been growing so close.
you always saved up for the fair; the rides, the snacks, and if baby wanted to play the carnival games. so it really surprised you when drew pulled out a wad of cash from his wallet and told you to buy enough tickets for the three of you to stay awhile. “no, i can’t take this.” you pushed away drew’s hand. “what?” he chucked. “you thought i would come and not pay? don’t be silly now.” he opened your palm and placed the cash in it. you knew he wouldn’t accept a no so you just sighed and and accepted your fate.
it was different this time, you actually got to play the carnival games this year too, not only baby. and you got to play them multiple times. drew kept pulling out singles like he had an endless pit in his pocket, telling you and baby to ‘try again’ until you both won something. it felt so strange to be taken care of, you were starting to feel like a family.
you even warned drew about how baby loooved the animals and how difficult it would be to pry her away from the petting zoo. but there baby was, on her 6th pony ride of the day and drew didn’t seem to mind at all. he’d pay for 6 more if it’s what baby wanted. “she really likes this huh?” drew looked at you, his elbows leaning against the wooden fence as you both waited for baby to get off her pony ride. “yeah,” you looked down at the dirt, kind of kicking it because you felt bad that drew had to pay for all these rides, it definitely wasn’t cheap, at least to you. “she’s never got to ride it this many times. thank you, seriously.”
“you don’t have to thank me.” drew smiled. “i’d do anything for you two.”
#⊹₊ works ⋆#⊹₊ blurbs ⋆#꒰ ⌗ trailerpark!mom!reader ♡ ꒱#drew starkey#drew starkey thoughts#drew starkey x female reader#drew starkey headcanons#drew starkey x y/n#drew starkey blurb#drew starkey fanfiction#drew starkey imagine#drew starkey x you#drew starkey x reader
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Following on from previous Leon Eras, how do you think all the different Leon Eras would react to a best friend or S/O that's been there when he's seen Ada and knows how he feels about her, so they're always feeling a little bit inadequate? Like there's always that little voice in the back of their mind telling them that they're not good enough for Leon and that they'll never be as good as her? Especially for the best friend who's secretly in love with him, they probably never said anything earlier because of their insecurities, I imagine that RE4R Leon would almost pretend not to see it because he's torn between how he feels but DI Leon would be the kind to keep you locked in a cuddle until you feel a little bit better about yourself
Hi Anon!
So I do think this is a really interesting idea especially since how Leon reacts to ada in the game is important to his character's development! However this is no hate on ada because I love her and would do anything she asked me to 👀
Warnings: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Trauma, insecurities, slight angst
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RE2:
This is where Ada becomes a big impact in his life and how he would view/trust people in general
So if you started dating him after the events of raccoon City I would say it can be hard to deal with
Not only his insecurities about your loyalty would feed into the relationship, he's constantly watching for underlying meanings in your words
But also he's just generally guilty in what happened at the end
I don't think he would be hung up on the kiss they shared, but I do think how he reacts to people and forming a trusting bond when they ask him to do things would be difficult.
Because he doesn't see her after the events of raccoon City until Spain I don't think seeing her would cause a problem to you.
Just the trauma she added to the night unintentionally
RE4R:
Now we enter more interesting territory where their relationship is now complicated
If you are dating him whilst he goes to span the first thing he does is tell you he saw her
He's going to be very open about it and would probably tell you everything she did
I think he admires her in her constant watching and protective nature over him whenever she knows it or not
That being said I do think adding you into the mixture of their complicated affection would cause some difficulties
He's trying desperately to be respectful over your feelings but also he has a lot of questions for Ada he wants answering
I think he would tip toe around the line of knowing it's wrong but purely so he can get the closure he needs
He's willing to take the chance that you would be understanding when he does eventually tell you
Infinite Darkness:
We don't actually see Leon and Ada interact in this Era of him
So if there is any discourse about it, I would say it's because he keeps mentioning her
Maybe he doesn't mean to or he doesn't understand what he is doing but he's constantly talking to you about her
I doubt it's all praise, nor would it be about her looks but the constant mention of her name would eventually get to you
If you mention it he would probably be upset because she is a large part of her life but he would get over it I'm sure
Damnation:
Okay this is where things begin to complicate with their relationship and you
There is that one line in the film where it suggests that they did have a night together
I don't think he would hold that over your head in anyway. He's not comparing you to her at all
But you are
Let's say you are his partner and joined him on this mission, you are a witness to the banter and cant help but feel a bit jealous
Like she's everything you aren't in your own eyes
I think he would get a bit frustrated with how you are taking it and the fact you never seem to understand that he only cares about you
You can't blame him, it's silly to be jealous he wouldn't be with you if he wants her
But seeing how he reacts to her and their history does make you sad
RE6:
This is the main game we see their relationship almost end but also left open
So we will replace you with Helena because it's more interesting.
It turns the situations into he prioritized her safety over yours even though he is in a relationship with you.
He doesn't actually realize what he's done until after the events of the game and he has a lot to make up for
I think it would take him a while to realize as well like he's not going to understand why you are upset straight away
Not because he's dumb but because in his head she needed more help
He would get frustrated with your reaction and not really understand where you are coming from because nothing happened. There was no kiss or anything
It ended with a goodbye and a promise to maybe see each other again soon.
And that's what angers you, until he figures that out it would be rocky whenever she gets mentioned
Vendetta:
Again we don't see Ada interact with Leon in this so if there is an issue it's because he's bringing her up
And of course he will...he's drunk and hates the world
So I don't think he would bring her up in a negative way so when you do get touchy about her- he's confused
I think he would dismiss your concerns because he's literally not said a good thing
It's not until you explain it to him that he understands it sounds like he's still hung up on her
So he would make an effort to show you that's not the case, whenever that's literally saying it during sex
I'm talking like major praise towards you..he would never say her name during that time but imply that you are better
It does work sort of because he is worshipping you but is also doing it on the base of hating her
Eventually he would get distracted by something else to hate on and it wouldn't be a problem
Death Island:
He's not bringing her up as she's part of his past at all
But let's say you are both out n about and he catches the eye of someone that looks similar to her
He then has to explain it to you because he freezes and double takes
The explanation of the complicated history would make it difficult for you because what do you mean this woman has been through almost every important event of his life
Very quick to reassure you he's not seen her in years nor does he want to
He's very content with how his life has turned out and doesn't want you to think otherwise
He would understand if you need constant reassurance over the topic he's more mature so he understands how the situation can be seen
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00 | The Star Child
A/N: Happy New Year!!!
—Ad astra per aspera—
Gotham's streets hadn't been designed to withstand rainfall over 30 milliliters per hour. A fact highlighted when some areas became prone to flooding due to the poorly thought out infrastructure of the sewer system. Built far too intricate and unnecessarily so, without consideration for situations such as heavy storms and raining season. The kind of problem Politicians would forever liked to preach about solving despite not a single soul believing half the funds for said project wouldn't be later on pocketed. Not a single uncorrupted branch was left on Politic matters.
Unfortunately and adding to the pile of reasons for a solitary boy to be wondering the streets drenched from head to toe at the whim of the storm—Clothes clinged uncomfortably to his skin; said kid was seemingly trying to shield a backpack with his body.
Car horns blaring in the distance in the alleys, speeding over the runoff from the storm pooling along the curbs. Streams formed, raising past ankles as the lone boy sprinted across the street, splashing in the filth to round the wrong corner. By the time he stepped in The Narrows his already worn off shoes became muddy puddles.
There was the chilling wind biting at his bones too. No matter how much he pulled at the hoodie, clearly a size too big, it did little socked and stained to provide any warmth.
A dog barking behind a fence became the only sound Jason could hear above his own teeth chattering.
He became the man of the house at a far too young age, the same day his father got arrested. Jason Todd’s survival on the streets of the country's most dangerous city hinged on a self-sufficiency no child should possess. Devastating was the burden thrusted upon him, forcing him to scavenge for food, scrape together money—stealing if necessary—and keep a eye on his mother.
He had learned through pain how things worked. Everything always getting worse over and over before ever showing signs of getting better—if they ever did. Lessons taught by the streets. Yet for all his toughness and bravado, the idea of losing his mother devastated him enough to seek help from anyone, anywhere. He'll do anything.
His mother, Catherine Todd, had never been so shameless before. Never like this, in her infinite wisdom, had she locked Jason out of the house with a storm in toe. Perhaps in her altered perception of reality, she did her son a favor. However, most children were far from far from stupid. The closest they'll have would be naivety, which her son wasn't. Jason wasn't blind and deaf like many seemed to view him as. What those days and afternoons locked out really were for Jason were failures for not having been able to stop them. Stop her.
The cure for her mother's illness was the same substance slowly but surely killing her, apparently, and according to the drug dealer that'll come to their home. As if Jason were stupid. As if he didn't know drugs were no magical spell and about his mother's addiction.
Overwhelmed, his resolve faltered. Losing on a betting game with all odds against him, Jason saw no choice but to force himself to go out under the lash of a storm in search of a new player.
Someone who had no name or face that he could remember, but whose existence was suspended in a forgotten photo half-embraced by fire; His sister.
Willis had not liked to talk about his oldest child, so you must've been a force to be reckoned with.
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One of the last threads of hope he had had, summarized in this ominous building. After this, Jason will ran out of ideas. For a while he has been standing in front of the door of an apartment in one of the many complexes nearby. After hitting one too many dead ends, Jason knew better than to let himself be haunted with What ifs.
Armed with an old picture of you, the sister he never had, in which he was an infant in your arms and your smile had missing baby teeth. Now he was ten and had to squint to find any resemblance to his old baby-self. You could've changed so much all could be for nothing if you had done as much as dyed your hair.
Just the walk from Crime Alley had costed him his backpack. Far more he should've allowed himself to for this to be worth nothing, so there better be a fairy behind this door. At the very least a decent human being.
He wasn't backing down. Jason just needed a moment, okay?
Lots of thoughts and thugs had been faced tonight—the longest walk his short legs had ever made in his short life was enough for him to get mugged by a group of drug addicts.
Facing disappointment, his great fear of being left alone, tightened his chest far more than the kick to the ribs he got a couple blocks ago. (Him being a child meant his backpack had proudly carried four pieces of gum, a pair of socks and an used toothbrush which hadn't been good enough for a bunch of crazy. God forbid a boy had his own problems.) However, he was lucky they didn't kidnap him or worse. Even if only because of knowing nothing would be gained from it after seeing the inside of his backpack.
You could be anywhere if not here, really. Even dead in a ditch. Children didn't get very far alone. They were all attracted by dim light of deception in a deep dark ocean and devoured by an anglefish or other predator lurking by.
After a deep sigh, his lungs filled with false courage and the pollution gothamies were so familiar with. Although His hand froze halfway to knocking on the door, three times did the sound echoed down the hall and Jason's arm flashed hidden behind himself just as fast.
An eerie silence settled back in before Jason tried again. Three knocks, louder this time, were intended. Jason got to one before the dull thud of something falling to the ground was heard from inside. The response had almost been immediate, followed by footsteps. Jason barely had time to take a step back before the door creaked open as far as the chain on the bolt allowed.
A somewhat gloomy looking girl peeked out. She seemed to have just woken up in any case, with her short hair a mess of spiky locks pointed in all directions. Adding to the frame of her face were blue drooping eyes lingered above Jason's head for a second too long as if she expected someone taller.
Great offense was taken at that by the way. He had gone through a lot, walked way too much, not for this—and you—to call him out like that. You weren't even that much taller than him. You weren't even standing straight hiding most of yourself behind the door. Then her eyes descended to meet him, and Jason's mind went blank.
He couldn't fully see her face. Didn't need to see to know this was you his sister. The picture he had of you felt heavy on his pocket as you looked just like your mother. His mother.
The lump in his throat made itself all the more present when he tried to speak, so he waited for a greeting of your own instead. Anything to not be the one who had to speak first would have been a good start in Jason's books.
The silence stretched despite the two. His tongue felt like it had been tied up, stammered the first thing that came to mind when nothing came of you.
“I am your brother,” he blurted out, with anxious energy so clumsy he instantly regretted it.
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Truth or Dare?
A game of truth or dare takes an unexpected turn~
A/N: Hello hello everyone! Merry belated Christmas and Happy New Year!! 🥂✨️ I hope everyone is doing well, and if someone isn't, I hope that 2025 will be kinder to you ❤️ Today I'm here to deliver my gift for @duckymcdoorknob because I'm the one and only squealing santa for this amazing person anf super talented writer!! It's a honor to write something for you, especially because I've been reading your fics ever since before I created an account here! You're a source of inspiration for everyone, dear... stay amazing and Buon Natale 💚🤍❤️
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DISCLAIMER: This is a tickle fic. If it's not to your taste, I don't suggest you read it.
It wasn't meant to go like this... it wasn't meant to go like this at all.
Tighnari kept staring at his friend, not knowing what to say next. The situation wasn't that complicated, he just had to complete a dare...
[FLASHBACK TO 30 MINUTES PRIOR]
"Cyno, I'm absolutely exhausted... I yield, please show some mercy!" The fennec fox pleaded, his tail thumping nervously on the floor. It was the 10th match of Genius Invokation TCG he played with Cyno, and the 10th match he lost. He really needed a change.
It was in that moment that Cyno proposed a few rounds of truth or dare, just to get to know each other even better and have a good laugh together. Tighnari wasn't too fond of the idea, but he was desperate to stop playing TCG enough to accept without hesitation.
Things seemed to go pretty smoothly for a while... until the fox picked "truth" and a much-dreaded question came.
"Are you ticklish?"
The poor Amurta graduate tried to change topic by immediately switching to a dare, but Cyno was too cunning, too curious and most importantly too mischievous to let go such a fundamental topic that easily, which is why he chose a very specific dare for his friend: "I dare you to raise your arms for five minutes straight, so that I can get the answer to thw question I asked you by myself."
[END OF THE FLASHBACK]
And there Tighnari was, undecided about what to do. Stop playing? Cyno would ambush him. Answer the question? Cyno would use that info immediately, just to verify, obviously... Raise his arms? A literal death sentence, unless he managed to hold back his laughter.
He decided to risk it all and go with the third option, hoping that his friend would get bored by the lack of reaction, so he raised his arms all the way above his head, exposing his torso. There was no way that a forest ranger like him wouldn't be able to handle a little tickle, right?
Oh how wrong he was...
The moment Cyno's hands came in contact with his sides, he wanted to crawl out of his skin and screech. He'd never realized that those fingers were so nimble, strong and gracefully merciless.
"Hm- hmpfff-!" A few sounds came out and didn't go unnoticed by the General Mahamatra, who somehow seemed to know how to make this whole ordeal as unbearable as possible.
"Come on... laugh a little more, I don't understand if you're ticklish or not" Cyno purred, clearly in his element whenever it came to annoy Tighnari. "Am I hurting you? Do you need me to stop..?"
The black-haired guy felt the immediate need to reassure his friend, so he muttered a quick "N-no..."
If only he could've seen Cyno's ominous smirk when he gave that answer...
"Oh well, if you don't need me to stop, I don't see why I should~"
"Nononono Cyno be reasonable, d-don't do anything dumb you'll regr- AAAAAEEHHH-!" The unlucky fennec fox didn't even have the time to protest when ten mischievous fingers reached his lower back, right at the base of his tail.
"HAHAHAHAHA CYNO PLEASEEE MOVE ALREHEHEHEADYYY!" He scream-laughed on top of his lungs, trying to crawl away... only to have the General Mahamatra sit on the back of his knees to keep him pinned to the ground.
"I am already moving, Nari." The white-haired guy stated as if it was obvious, "Don't you feel my fingers move right here?" He poked the area he was targeting just to enjoy the squeals of his friend, "Should I move a little faster?" He didn't even wait for an answer, he started scribbling all over the sensitive area at full speed, hoping that no one would come after hearing the glass-piercing screech made by the forest ranger.
After a while, he decided to show some "mercy" and change spots, targeting Tighnari's palms, where he had smooth, soft pads like foxes have. Is it really mercy if the second spot is worse than the first one, though? It was no secret that Tighnari never let anyone touch his pads, due to their sensitivity, and he was right to do so, because the lightest, softest caress had him in tears, to the point that Cyno decided to have actual mercy and stop the assault.
The Spantamad graduate gave his friend a minute to recover, then he scooped him up in his arms and gave him some needed ear and scalp scritches, which never failed to make the dark-haired guy melt.
"I guess my question has found a certain answer," Cyno stated after a few minutes, "you are deadly ticklish... too much for your own good." He concluded, chuckling at the irritated thump that Tighnari's tail made.
Another five minutes passed, and both friends were absolutely relaxed when the fennec fox's eyes fluttered open, gazing at his friend's peaceful features.
"Hey Cyno, can I ask you something?" Tighnari asked while wrapping his arms around the General Mahamatra. "Sure, go ahead." The white-haired guy replied without even bothering to open his eyes, feeling completely safe where he was.
"Are you ticklish?"
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Study Techniques
Thanks to @bigheadtf for the masked pic.
It was amazing how fast Harry was able to type. In fact, he wasn't even aware of it. He was too focused on finishing his report to notice such minor details as his writing speed, the half-empty cup of coffee next to him that had a fly in it, or the stack of books that threatened to fall off his desk.
The only thing on his mind was finishing that project. Sure, the assignment was due in a week, but Harry was the kind of student, a rare one for sure, who got his assignments done as quickly as possible. Once he finished that assignment, he wouldn't have anything else to worry about…
“Come on, you son of a bitch! It's not that hard!” a voice shouted.
Except, perhaps, for his husband, Kevin.
Harry ignored him and continued writing his report. It was an assignment on Maxwell's equations, which combined electricity with magnetism. As a Physics student, Harry wanted to learn as much as he could about the course, and with it being such an interesting subject, he didn't waste the opportunity to read and write down everything he could that he considered relevant.
“Not like that, you idiot…! Gosh…” Kevin shouted.
Harry let out a groan, but he didn't get distracted. He was almost done. He just had to write down a few theoretical considerations regarding the last review question. After a few seconds, he typed the last words of his report.
“This is how it’s done, you moron!” Kevin shouted.
Fed up, Harry pressed Enter to submit the paper. He got up from his chair and walked into the living room, where his partner Kevin was playing video games.
“That’s it… Come on… Holy crap! Take that, you bastards!”
“Don’t you have to study for your test tomorrow?” Harry asked from the doorway but immediately realized that Kevin wasn’t listening, so he walked over to the television, blocking the redhead’s gaze.
“Babe! Please!! I was on a winning streak!” Kevin said, pausing the video game and looking at his partner with some but slight annoyance.
“You, young man, have an exam tomorrow and you must study… don’t you?” Kevin asked, crossing his arms, without moving away from the television.
“I can study later…”
“You’ve been saying that for three days now, and I don’t want you to do badly later and complain that you didn’t have time when clearly you’re not making the most of the time you have…”
“It’s just that it’s a Physics exam, and I’m not exactly good at it…”
“Although you have a husband who has some knowledge in those subjects and would be happy to help you…” Harry replied, arching an eyebrow. “Come on, it’s only eight in the morning, we have all day to get you ready.”
Kevin looked at his husband for a moment.
“Okay, let me finish this level, okay?” he asked, resigned. “But tomorrow after the exam we’re going to play all night…”
“Okay,” Harry replied, rolling his eyes, but with a small smile. He moved away from the television, sat next to Kevin, and kissed his cheek.
Later, the couple was sitting at the desk. Harry was sitting slightly in Kevin's direction, while Kevin was doing an exercise his husband had suggested.
“Done… Check if it's okay,” Kevin said as he handed the notebook over to him.
Harry glanced at it and shook his head.
“You're getting better, but it still came out wrong… the analysis of the forces is a bit wrong, because in this case there is no friction force to counteract the electromagnetic interaction, and in the calculations, you put the signs wrong, so the result is incorrect,” he explained slowly, as if that lessened the effect of his words while pointing out the errors with a pencil.
Kevin let out a heavy sigh and stood up frustrated.
“This is the umpteenth time and I still can't do it!” Kevin said and pushed away from the table, turning his back to Harry. “What's the point of continuing? “I’m not going to make it…”
“Don’t give up so easily,” Harry said sweetly as he stood up, hugged Kevin from behind, and planted a kiss on his neck. “How about we take a break first? We can eat instead.”
“It won’t do any good,” Kevin replied, though he let himself be carried away by his husband’s pampering. “I’m not as good at Physics as you… I guess I’ll have to repeat the subject.”
“We can try one more time…”
“No, Harry…” Kevin said and pulled away from Harry. “I’m not going to make it… You know what? I’m going to lie down for a while…”
“Aren’t you going to cook?”
“I’m not in the mood for it… order something, maybe some pizzas, it might cheer me up a bit,” he said and walked away.
Harry stared at him for a while before sighing, defeated, and called for food. He then went into the bedroom, where he found Kevin lying down checking his phone. Harry laid down next to him and tried to pet him.
“Regardless of how you do on the test, I’ll be here for you, you know that, right?”
“Yeah… thanks,” Kevin told him, and at that moment he turned around to kiss Harry on the mouth.
At that moment, they both heard the doorbell.
“Wow! That was quick…” Harry said. Kevin was about to get up but Harry stopped him. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.” He kissed him on the cheek and stood up to the door.
When he opened it, he found it strange that there was no one there. Looking down, Harry saw two boxes, one larger than the other. The small box was wrapped in a bag, and on top of it were some soda cans. Harry thought it was a somewhat irresponsible way to make a delivery, but ignored it. Then, he noticed the other box, from an unknown sender but addressed to them, so he picked them both up, closing the door as soon as he entered.
Harry left the pizza on the table and carried the other box to the bedroom, where he saw Kevin sleeping peacefully. Harry couldn't help but be touched.
“Even sleeping, he looks so sexy…” Harry thought, leaving the box on the floor, and went to Kevin to kiss him. “Kevin… wake up, the pizza has arrived.”
Kevin woke up, but instead of getting up, he grabbed Harry and threw him down on the bed, on top of him, and kissed him back. The couple found themselves engaged in kisses on the bed.
“Looks like sleep has cheered you up a bit,” Harry said, pulling away a little.
“I’ve accepted my fate now, so it doesn’t worry me anymore…” Kevin replied, still holding him close. “But I’m hungry for something else if you know what I mean…”
Harry blushed a little and smiled, but even though he wanted to, he didn’t succumb to the temptation, instead shaking himself free from his husband’s embrace and getting out of bed.
“That’ll be for later, Kev… you know I don’t like cold pizza,” Harry said, gesturing for him to get up.
“But tonight it’s your turn to finally destroy my ass,” Kevin said with a smile as he got up, and the couple left the room to enjoy their pizza.
Neither of them noticed a faint green glow coming out of the box…
After eating and clearing everything away, the couple deemed it appropriate to bathe. They would take turns. It wasn't until they entered their room that Kevin noticed the box.
“What's that?” Kevin asked as he pulled off his shirt.
“Oh, didn't I tell you? It came with the pizza,” Harry said, unbuckling his belt. “It didn't say who sent it, but it was addressed to us… I haven't even checked its content yet.”
“Well, let's see!” Kevin said.
Harry placed the box on the bed, opened it, and out came a mask that they hadn't seen before.
Kevin gave him a disdainful look, unlike Harry, who looked at him with interest.
“Whoever gave it to us, thanks,” Harry whispered. “Let me shower first, so I can examine it without interruptions, okay?”
“Go ahead, babe…” Kevin said.
Harry entered the bathroom, and perhaps it was because of the interest that the mask generated, but he finished his shower quickly. With the presence of certain drops around his neck, hair, and legs, as well as the scent of clean skin, Kevin confirmed that Harry had indeed showered.
Kevin was about to comment, but he just shook his head and entered the bathroom. Harry, for his part, put on his pajamas and threw himself onto the bed, taking the mask in his hands.
“An object that seems to be taken from archaeological discoveries… I wonder what meaning it must have had for the culture it came from…” Harry whispered, staring at the mask while fiddling with it with his fingers.
But then, he thought again about Kevin and his exam, almost like an intrusive thought. No matter how much support he gave him, Harry did want his husband to understand the subject and do well on the test. How to make that happen without seeming annoyingly insistent?
Without realizing it, Harry was bringing the mask closer to his face, and he didn't come back to reality when the mask touched his skin.
*Smack*
It was so sudden that Harry did nothing but suddenly pull the mask away.
“What the f…?” He whispered in surprise. The mask seemed to come to life and tried to suck his face for a few seconds. It was like an electric shock. His hair stood on end. He was breathing a little agitated and his mouth was slightly open in a grimace that still expressed the pain of his skin.
He looked back at the mask and immediately noticed a shine running through its surface.
Suddenly, Harry remembered what had happened. However, the experience he had just lived was different: he did not scream, but moaned; instead of an electric shock, it had been like an excitement; the rhythm of his breathing reflected his desire for more, and his mouth showed how much he had enjoyed it. Seeing that glow had calmed his fears, his sorrows, his reasoning…
He just wanted more of it…
Without thinking twice, he returned the mask to his face.
“Aarrgh!!!” Harry screamed, and for a brief moment regret came, leading him to bring his hands towards the mask to pull it off; however, it did not give way, instead using its thick, sticky tendrils to cling to the man's head in any way.
Harry's screams and moans were not long in coming. In a matter of seconds, the mask covered his entire head and took over it. Under its influence, Harry shook his body, jumping non-stop on the bed, so that the squeal of the mattress springs resonated throughout the room, only surpassed by the moans of the black-haired man. Then, the sheet rose over the bed and completely covered Harry's body. A green glow emerged from within the sheet, and slowly Harry's moan became deeper and softer until the room fell silent.
“Harry, babe! Are you okay?!” Kevin shouted, opening the bathroom door. His wet hair was falling over his shoulders, with a towel wrapped around his waist, shamelessly showing off his torso.
“Of course I do, Kev!” replied ‘Harry’ still covered by the sheet. “You could say I feel better than ever!” He added and uncovered himself.
Kevin was left speechless when he saw what Harry had transformed into, especially with his face, so much so that he dropped the towel.
Green-headed Harry's lips curved into a satisfied smile, and his eyes sparkled even more as soon as he noticed the redhead's shaft.
"Are you in the mood to play yet?" Harry asked with a smile that he intended to charm Kevin with, which he succeeded in doing. "Well, I have a game for you that you can't refuse, and it will help you with your exam."
Kevin came back to reality after the last words, shaking his head.
"Why did you have to mention that now?" Kevin protested embarrassed, looking away.
Green-faced Harry couldn't help but look at him with a mixture of tenderness and pity. He got up without leaving the bed, got on all fours, and with a click, Kevin found himself at the edge of the bed, so that Harry's lips were dangerously close to Kevin's wood.
"Because I won't let my husband fail a subject that I'm very good at!" he answered with conviction. “So… First question: How is the force vector that a charge experiences to the velocity vector of said charge and the magnetic field surrounding it?”
“What?” Kevin asked, and Harry held Kevin’s cock with some force.
“Answer the question…” Harry ordered, looking at him with his red eyes.
Kevin swallowed hard.
“Uh…” he thought for a few seconds. “Perpendicular,” he replied.
“Right!” Harry said, and then he sucked Kevin’s cock for a few long seconds. Kevin moaned and let himself be overcome by the momentary pleasure, but when he was about to bring his hands to Harry’s head to direct his movements, Harry stopped. “Next question… If the direction of the magnetic force points to a positive axis, but you know that the velocity has a negative value, what should the charge be like: positive or negative?”
“Uh… Positive?” Kevin said.
“Wrong!” Harry shouted, pulled out a small stick from nowhere, and hit Kevin's ass with it.
“Positive! Positive!” the redhead corrected after a groan of pain.
Harry winked at him.
“I see you're learning…” he said before going back to sucking his cock for a few seconds. “Now next question: How are the Earth's geographic poles respect to the magnetic ones?”
“Uh… Opposites…” Kevin answered in a small voice, which was followed by a moan thanks to the skills that the masked Harry demonstrated with his cock.
In this way, green-headed Harry helped his red-headed husband study entertainingly, kissing him from time to time when he asked him a particularly difficult question or explained it to him. Kevin enjoyed it a lot, and his cock even more.
Moments later, Kevin was taken by surprise when Harry extended his arms as if they were made of rubber surrounded him, and then put him on the bed. Harry exposed his hard cock and teased Kevin's ass with it.
“That's the end of the theoretical section, now we have to see how good you are with the practical exercises, shall we?” teased Masked Harry making an obvious superhuman effort not to thrust his pulsating cock into his husband's hole. “Given a proton with a speed of 33 m/s in a perpendicular magnetic field of 0.7 T, what is the magnitude of the force experienced by the particle?” He asked, gently and repeatedly hitting Kevin's hole with his glans.
“Fuck… Do you think this is the time to ask these questions?” Kevin complained, as he was eager for the green-head to stick it in already. “Just stick it in, babe!”
“Nah-ah-ah…” Harry hummed, still pounding Kevin’s hole, rubbing the area with his hardened middle leg. “Rules are rules, and you haven’t earned your prize…”
“Well…” Kevin said, defeated. “At least give me one…” Out of nowhere, an arm similar to Harry’s appeared at his side and handed him a calculator, “calculator… thanks.” Then, he began to press the keys of the device, but it was difficult for him to concentrate with his husband’s constant teasing, his mesmerizing aroma, his captivating face, his attractive body, and his seductive lips… all in all, in seconds, he came up with a result. “Uh… 3.74E-18 N, I think…”
“More than adequate…” said Harry, and Kevin finally felt Harry’s cock inside him. It was an uncomfortable sensation at first, until, when Harry inserted his entire member, Kevin let out a moan of pleasure.
This moan drove Harry crazy.
“You know what? The hell with the study!” exclaimed the green-headed man and began to thrust rapidly, and the moans and grunts of both sounded and echoed throughout the room.
Kevin saw how his husband’s head altered in ways straight out of a cartoon: sometimes his eyes popped out of their sockets in excitement and sometimes he took the shape of a wolf; oddly enough, something about that combination of a crazy wolf head and an enviable human body was extremely erotic for the redhead, so he gladly returned the kiss that he gave him. Harry was like a beast fucking the redhead, and both of them immersed themselves in carnal pleasure…
“I cannot believe I did all that!” Normal Harry exclaimed, extremely embarrassed as he hid his face in his hands.
“Are you crazy?! Can’t you see that it worked?! I passed, babe!” Kevin told him as he sat down next to him. “Your out-of-the-box method helped me a lot… thanks a lot, Harry.” Kevin pulled one of Harry’s hands away and kissed his cheek.
“But still…” Harry said and moved the mask to his lap, turning it over.
“Come on,” Kevin said and took it. “You didn’t like it? Because I really loved it…”
“Don’t we have a video game marathon to play?” Harry asked, blushing, in order to change the subject.
Kevin took the hint, so he clicked his tongue and passed a controller to Harry before taking another one.
“Come on then…” Kevin turned on the console, but then he felt a vibration from his lap. “What…?”
“What’s wrong, Kev?” Harry asked, looking at him.
But before Kevin could answer, the mask jumped onto Kevin's face. The mask quickly spread its rubbery, crunchy tendrils around the redhead's head, covering it in a matter of seconds. Both Kevin and Harry tried in vain to peel the mask off Kevin's skin, but in a jerk, Harry was pulled away from his husband and he began to spin in a tornado that stopped in seconds.
Where there had been a somewhat strong man, there was a muscular man whose red hair shone and made him look like a fierce lion. His lust-filled gaze shone just like his hair, only contrasted by his white smile.
“Holy shit, babe!!” said Masked Kevin, flexing his muscles. “I think we'll play a different kind of game.”
#loki mask transformation#he-mask#the mask#the mask transformation#themask#male transformation#male tf#gay transformation#fanfic#muscle transformation
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WIP Tagging Game!!!
Rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Tag as many people as you have wips. People send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!
Thank you for tagging me, @allmightskitten ! But, because I'm into 19 other fandoms with almost a 100 WIP, I'm not gonna write them all here. Since I'm also more into One Piece these days, I'll share some of them instead!
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This world is a wasteland (where nothing can grow) - DQ Brothers & Law
I've been working on this since this poll, and the first chapter is almost finished! This is a DQ Brothers fic that focuses on Law and his new life with the Donquixote Family who happens to be the mafia. He gets adopted by Doflamingo (not because of the goodness of his heart, mind you!) and gets closer to Rosinante as they try to survive. I've planned to make it 9 chapters (and already drafted what'll happen at each one), too.
2. Fools & Clowns - Buggy/Mihawk
What the hell is Buggy supposed to do when he suddenly encounters the infamous Marine Killer - Dracule Mihawk - who also seems to decide to mess with a lowly pirate like him for some reason? (Or, Mihawk tries to flirt but Buggy thinks he is getting threatened, which causes a lot of frustrations to the swordsman.)
This is going to be a fun, silly little fic with lots of misunderstandings.
3. I love you anyway - DQ Brothers
Rosinante is a freeloader who lives off of his brother's back because of his inability to keep a job (he really tries but they keep firing him for some reason!) but Doflamingo loves him regardless. (Or, Doflamingo has attachment issues and makes it Rosinante's problem, even if he doesn't know it.)
4. Flesh, blood and all that other nonsense - DQ Brothers
When Doflamingo came to them with Homing's head, the Celestial Dragons decide to humor him and say that they would let only one of the brothers back in; the choice was his. What would Doflamingo do now?
5. Lovesick - Buggy/Shanks
For the first time in his life, which wasn't that long, mind you, Shanks had gotten to see an actual prince. He had blue hair that he had never seen before with a red nose to match. He was the cutest boy that he had ever seen! He knew then and there that he had to be friends with the other. (Or, a pirate boy and a young prince meet and fall in love, and decide to run away together. Roger and his crew was not included in the making of this plan, tho.)
6. Outrunning Fate - Buggy-centric
What if Buggy had been a slave before being rescued by Gol D. Roger and his crew?
7. Sickly Sweet - DQ Family (focusing on Homing's Wife)
The love of a mother is unconditional, which meant she would do anything to make sure that her boys were happy and safe, even if it meant giving herself up little by little. (Cakeverse AU)
8. No better version of me - Buggy & Shanks (Maybe even Crocodile??)
"What the hell?" Shanks mumbled in confusion. "What is wrong with your wanted poster, Buggy?" The other boy's bounty had been substantially increased to 1,000,000 Belli after their visit to an unkown little island had ended with them fighting with a marine ship and the writing had changed from 'Dead or Alive' to 'Only Alive' as well. Which was strange, considering that for the Marines any pirate was the best if they were dead. Even Roger and the others were flabbergasted with this sudden change! Buggy took the poster out of his hands, almost causing it to tear along the way and stared at it, looking just as pale. "….Oh shit." (Or, Buggy has a secret that he is dead set on to keep it hidden but life doesn't seem to follow his wishes as he is dragged back to a place that he hadn't thought that he would ever return.)
9. Just a bite, that's all - DQ Brothers & Law
I'm not going to spoil too much but this'll be a Zombie Apocalypse AU where DQ Brothers find a lost Law when trying to survive together (Rosinante is happy to see the kid but Doffy, well, not quite. He doesn't like to share.)
10. and now you'll see (that there's not much left of me)- DQ Brothers, Law
This is a Medical horror AU where Doflamingo forces Corazon to go under a *procedure* after his betrayal. He's angry at his brother but he'll be damned if he lets him go away from his side.
11. No idea who you are meant to be - Buggy-centric, Roger, Xebec
There's a rumour going around that Xebec is still alive and planning an attack. Roger and Garp meet once more to talk about this threat. Everyone in Oro Jackson is nerveous and all serious, but neither Buggy nor Shanks have any idea why or what is going on.
(You guys probably know the theories about Xebec, tho I was SHOCKED that there were no fics about it or with him and Buggy. That needs to change real soon!)
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These are some of the WIP's I'm planning to finish first! See any you're intrigued by?
Again, thank you for tagging me, this was fun! I'll tag @veroinfaciem @viviancurtis @acescorazon @peaceshire @portagas-chan @drheartstealer @the-bar-sinister @aimbutmiss @lumiolivier @pointycorgiears @emma-cowboylikeme . I thought you guys might like this! I hope you won't mind the tagging.
#One piece#donquixote doflamingo#donquixote rosinante#donquixote corazon#donquixote brothers#trafalgar law#trafalgar d water law#Buggy#Buggy the clown#Shanks#akagami no shanks#red haired shanks#shuggy#bughawk#dracule mihawk#hawkeye mihawk#Sir Crocodile#gol d. roger#roger pirates#rocks d. xebec#xebec#tag game
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OH MY GOD YOU WATCH JAYMOJI????
ABSOLUTELY I DO I LOVE HIM SO MUCH he’s my exact sense of humor it’s almost uncanny he’s fantastic- and I especially love that he never gets sincerely angry over games or lost matches or whatever- I really respect creators that don’t let games go to their head like that 🥰
#not that there’s anything wrong with letting a game go to your head or getting emotional#it’s just hard to find that calmness in creators ^_^ it’s why I like srb2dude and smallant too#but yeah no I love jay#I’m not reall uh. big on catching streams#I’ll watch vods and I watched everything on both his channels I just don’t always catch streams <3#uhoh time to use my jaymoji tag#jaymoj#weasel speaks#asks!
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i can't stop looking at her t-t-t-t, FACE!
mdni.
satoru gojo is doomed.
why is he doomed, you ask? well, put bluntly, you, his girlfriend of five months, are driving him absolutely crazy.
crazy is an understatement, actually. insane, mad, mental, unhinged, deranged, bonkers - whatever you want to call it. he's holding on by a thread; the thinly woven string known as sanity growing ever weaker as the days roll by and turn into weeks.
of course, he's only blaming you. you hadn't actually done anything wrong.
you're the first relationship satoru's had in his life, and he'd be damned if some inappropriate thoughts ruin his chances with the love of his life. he'd never been happier - dating you gave him the kind of happiness he thought only existed in movies; the kind of giddiness of a child in a candy store.
he was devoted to you in every way, shape and form - you are everything he's dreamed of and more.
more.
that's right, you were more.
recently, you were the devil's temptation personified.
surprisingly, even after twenty-odd years of being one of the most attractive guys around, and having women throw themselves at him like he's some kind of greek deity, satoru is a virgin. i'll repeat that, he is a virgin. a fact that only suguru knows. a fact that he's neglected to tell his girlfriend.
he may have a flirtatious personality and the ability to charm ninety percent of the human race with one of his thousand-kilowatt smiles, but in truth, he had never dated anyone. ever. let alone got his dick in a pussy.
so when he starts wanting to go further, he's not sure how to bring it up without sounding like a horndog.
it all started when you wore a sleek black dress to one of your dates. it clung to your figure, fabric wrapping shamelessly around your every curve and tickling your midthigh at its end. and if that wasn't bad enough, it had a plunging neckline, giving the world - satoru specifically - an eyeful of the assets god gifted you with. your boobs were practically spilling out of your dress, the light catching your cleavage as you held his arm. he could feel himself salivating like some sort of perv. how was he supposed to focus with aphrodite's personal creation hanging off his arm?
his eyes began to drift to the flesh of your chest more than he'd like to admit. all sorts of r-rated scenarios ran through his head and he dared to entertain every. single. one. he could do so much with them, tease them, spit on them, pinch them, suck on them, put his dick between them-
“satoru?”
his gaze snaps back to your face at record speed. you notice how he's chewing his bottom lip, flush creeping onto his cheekbones and the tips of his ears. his hands are clammy; there's suddenly too little oxygen in his room.
“did you listen to anything i said?” your arms fold beneath your bosom and satoru almost implodes.
what do you expect him to do? the necklace around your neck has his initial on it, and it hovers over your tits almost mockingly. if it snapped, the letter would fall right between the valley of your breasts-
“satoru!”
he's choking on his saliva, apologizing profusely as he encourages you to continue your story - though he hasn't heard shit over the blood pumping loudly in his ears.
it's a battle no, a war between his rationality and his desires and he doesn't know which is winning. his rationality wins when he's around you - he just sucks in a breath and thugs it out, no matter how much his dick shouts at him. but in private, he's letting the desires win as his fists himself to the thought of you, your lips, your ass; your boobs.
the first time he sees you in a bikini he has to take a breather before he can get into a game of beach volleyball with you and the group.
(and even then he was struggling. every time you jumped for the ball the only thing he was looking at was your tits.)
he should be neutered. effective immediately.
it drags out for so long that you finally notice, and force him to talk to you about why he's avoiding you, and if you'd done anything wrong. but all you get is:
“baby, i'm so sorry- you're so pretty and i can't help myself. i didn't know how to bring up that i wanted to take our relationship to the next step, you mean the world to me and i'd hate to make you uncomfortable-” he trips and stumbles over his words-
“...is that it?”
and his eyes bug out of his head as he stares at you. weeks, months of agony over this and all you have to say is 'is that it'?
he doesn't even have chance to respond; to process your words before you're popping the top button of your blouse.
yeah, satoru gojo is doomed.
#ᯓᡣ𐭩 kiyara.#✎ᝰ.#i was bored once again.#satoru gojo x y/n#satoru gojo x you#satoru gojo x reader#gojo x y/n#gojo x reader#gojo x you#gojo satoru x reader#gojo smut#gojo imagine#gojo satoru#jujutsu kaisen x you#jujutsu kaisen x y/n#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jjk smut
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one order for a vanilla birthday cake pleaseee!
kook!reader texting rafe “what position have you got her in?” when he takes too long to respond to a text
happy birthday, angel 💓
BSF!RAFE + KOOK!READER ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚
manicured pink nails tapped impatiently on the restaurant table. eyes glued to the bedazzled device with a glittery pout adorning her lips. this was so unfair. rafe would have a fucking conniption if she even thought about not texting him back. and now it’s been… seven fucking minutes? yeah, right.
the last time she left him on delivered for two minutes he was blowing her phone up and all grumbly the rest of the week, pounding her into oblivion for playing games. dont get her wrong; she loved it. being fucked within an inch of her life was her favorite pastime.
but now? rafe cameron was like the worst hypocrite known to man.
‘what position u got her in?’
‘Be so fr’
it brought a smile to her pretty face seeing his sassy reply. with a satisfied huff, she set her phone face down on the table. why not make him sweat? picking up her long island iced tea with a devious grin, she was right back into the conversation with her girls.
the table was alight with giggles and gossip — the pack of kook girls enjoying lunch together after before hitting the beach.
it was supposed to be an easy day, a break from all the confusion and feelings still swirling around princess and her tall, handsome “best friend”. and she desperately needed that. needed some semblance of normalcy before shit took off and everything on the island changed when the two most hated and loved rich kids finally get together.
so she didn’t even flinch when her phone vibrated once, twice, thrice. she only excused herself from the conversation with a smile when her phone buzzed in a rhythmic pattern — a phone call. bubbles of giddy excitement filling her tummy as ‘rafey’ showed on the screen with a point five angled photo of him looking pissed.
“‘kay— be right back, girls!” she sang, already standing with her phone in hand.
“he finally called you, huh?” melodie, a beautiful brunette in a lilac bikini top teased. the table giggled, all looking at princess and feeling a rush of girlish excitement.
“get your man, baby!” another girl, aliyah, borderline squealed.
princess flushed, feeling her body heat up at the prospect of rafe being ‘her man’. god, imagine! she waved them off embarrassedly, teetering away on her platform flip flops, pleasantly tipsy as she leans against the outside wall of the restaurant.
“hellooooo?”
her voice was sugary sweet into the phone, looking down at her nails and checking the polish for any chips. the warm timbre of rafe cameron’s voice rumbled through the speaker, directly pressed into her ear. she found herself wishing to feel his lips moving around the words and against the shell of her ear.
“you’re somethin’ else, dollface.” he mumbled and she could hear the smirk on his lips.
“aw, you didn’t say ‘hi’, rafe…” she pouted, biting back a laugh at the sound of his heavy sigh on the other end.
“hi. you’re somethin’ else.”
“hiii. why’s that?”
his laugh came through the speaker, all deep and settling into her bones like it always does. she hears the tick, tick of his blinker, meaning he’s driving somewhere in that big truck of his.
princess looks around at the marina, taking the sight of obx residents enjoying the still warm, early fall weather. hot enough to take a dip without the water being freezing yet. rafe continued on as she flitted her gaze around the area.
he ignored her question, instead asking his own.
“checked your location. you tipsy right now?”
a giggle escaped her glossy lips, head lolling slightly, “mmm, maybe… why?”
“go back in and pay. sent you one fifty.”
she froze, pulling the phone from her ear and seeing an apple pay notification. he always did this. not like she could just use her dad’s card or anything.
“rafe cameron—“
he cut her off, hanging up after and not letting her protest, “hey— pay and then come back out. know i’ll let ‘chu make it up to me, a’ight?”
it was like a reverse walk of shame — explaining to her friends why she was leaving early and why she was covering the whole tab. walking back out with her purse on her arm as the familiar rumble of his truck approached, petulant in the way her arms were crossed. he pulled up right before her, rolling down the passenger window and smiling in that frustratingly charming way. dickhead.
she hung up with a guffaw, not believing he actually showed up when she was hanging with her friends. the possessive gesture makes her heart jump then fall. very boyfriend of him.
“what the fuck are you doing here?”
“oh, that’s how you talk to someone who just paid for your lunch? get in.”
she scoffed, amused at his gall. even more so at the fact she listened — shoes clacking against the pavement. rafe leaned over the console, opening the door for her. he looks good and smells better. that cologne she bought him for his birthday last year that he seems to be wearing a lot recently. an intoxicating smell that makes her feel drunker.
a plaid button up, rolled up to the elbow and exposing strong, veiny arms causes her mind to wander as he leans closer to her.
“hey, gorgeous,” that low drawl sends goosebumps over her body, paired with a half smile that’s so pretty.
comfortable in the seat she’s become so familiar with, he closes the gap between them. giving her a kiss so casual and natural, it makes her fluffy lashes flutter rapidly. sticky gloss transfered on his mouth that he doesn’t even wipe away.
she’s even more confused when flowers are thrusted into her arms. princess blinks at him like a fish — feeling a warmth settle in her chest at the sight of her favorite blooms wrapped haphazardly in brown paper.
“they, uh— they were in this ugly fuckin’ plastic. know you hate that so… yeah,” rafe shrugs it off as he pulls out of the parking lot.
princess decides this is technically a kidnapping. especially because she’s never been more confused and lost in her life.
he leans back in the seat, driving with one hand lazily, confidently. a glimpse of blue eyes at her and she’s smiling wildly, bringing the flowers to her nose to smell them. princess leans over and kisses his cheek, feeling drunker on the moment and smell of his skin.
“i— thank you, rafey…”
rafe takes notice of how small her voice is, how vulnerable. he nods, switching hands to rest one on her leg. large, warm palm soothing her and pulling her out of her mind before she can even begin to cause herself to spiral.
he clears his throat, squeezing the plush, smooth skin of her thigh, “cowgirl.”
her furrowed brow is adorable. looking up from the bouquet in her lap and over at him in question. there’s a drunken slowness to her, a haze. he hums and pushes his hand higher — marking a mental note of how easily her legs spread to make room for him.
“that’s what position imma have you in.”
#STARS BDAY CELEBRATION ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚#rafe cameron#kook!reader#rafe cameron imagine#rafe cameron x reader#rafe outer banks#fanfic#outer banks#rafe cameron smut#drew starkey#drew starkey x reader#rafe cameron prompt#obx x reader#rafe cameron fanfic#rafe cameron x you#rafe obx#obx smut#obx fanfiction#obx imagine#obx cast#obx fic
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arcane women nsfw headcanons
(vi, caitlyn, sevika, ambessa)
cw: 18+, overstimulation, brief mention of bdsm, choking, spit, i talk about both topping and bottoming with each characters.
vi:
when topping: eats it for her own pleasure: meaning she can have her face buried in between your thighs for hours and hours on end, pushing you back down onto the bed whenever you’d try lift yourself up and get away from the onslaught of overwhelming pleasure. service top when she’s in a good mood, sure — she’d be obsessed with your sounds, the way your walls would flutter around her. it would be making love rather than sex: sweet and tender. but when she isn’t in a good mood? she’d be selfish and greedy. more focused on her own pleasure than yours. her stroke game would be Crazy… ?!?? fast and rough as fuck. like let us breathe, damn!
when bottoming: a shameless MOANER!!! vocal as fuck obviously. she drools, whining in frustration when she doesn’t get what she wants. loves to arch her back. she’d have sensitive ass nipple piercings that would drive her insane if you touched them, crying out if you’d flick your tongue against them. pants like a bitch and breathlessly begs to cum hehehehe
caitlyn:
when topping: would treat you as if you were a fucking science experiment, meaning she’d explore what would stimulate you the most and push you to extreme lengths to see what would truly break you. murmuring ‘ah…’s and humming to herself in fascination when she clocks your reactions, what would make you squirm and twitch like crazy. she’d be pretty cruel, not giving a fuck if you’d start crying. a little ‘poor baby’ would suffice. a freakaleek…. bdsm would go WILDDDD with her, and you wouldn’t expect it too; the way she carries herself so humbly in public.
when bottoming: heavy breather until you’re, like, three rounds in… that’s when the whining and the drawled moans and whimpers start to come out full throttle. power bottom, would communicate if she wanted you to keep doing what you’re doing. “just like that, don’t stop…” would lace her fingers through your hair if you were eating her out, gripping it tightly if the pleasure was truly messing her uppppp! not only your hair, her hands would find purchase in anything to hold on to if you were fucking her good, good.
sevika:
when topping: ohhh this bitch likes to taunt… i mean, taunt taunt you. she’s so teasing, laughing at the helpless look on your face. she’d force you to look up at her, make eye contact as she’s fucking you senseless. would play coy when she’d stop just as you were on the brink of releasing, “oh? is something wrong?” would gently yet patronisingly shush you if you started to cry. oh my fucking god and the smearing??? she would spit on your already weeping pussy and spread it with her fingers, mixing it with your arousal. shit, she’d make you suck her fingers before smearing it all over your face, especially if your face was already wet with tears. she’d love squishing your face, giving it a playful shake whilst knowing you were on the brink of passing out. PET NAMES!!!! bunny, baby, princess, sweetheart would not fail to leave her lips. good at hiding how pathetic she really is, except when she’s eating the fuck out of your pussy, being so driven by your sounds and the way you taste that she’d cum without even being touched.
when bottoming: professional hip buckler. so fucking stupid. you’d see a completely different side to the sevika she usually presents herself as, being a needy and whining mess instead: eyes rolling to the back of her head. loves being overstimulated, babbling words like ‘yesyesyes’ that slur together. if you’d choke her, you’d be able to visibly see her brain kick down a few gears; the foggy eyes, arched eyebrows and slack jaw combo would be sososo cute :(( would nod along like a bobble-head to anything you’d tell or ask her to do, with her lil puppy eyes too. maybe a little bit of a masochist,,,,, shhhhhh
ambessa:
when topping: oh ambessa would know how to FUCK. it would be so easy for her to find your sweet spots, and she’d be vigilant like a hawk about it. she’d hit your g-spot consistently, her movements precise and efficient. she’d enjoy your shyness, your struggle with looking at her in the eye: finding it adorable. would talk you through your orgasm. sweet voice whispering praises in your ear as you teetered on the edge of a searing climax. your waist would be her favourite thing to hold on to, especially if she’s giving you back-shots. her lips would be rested in a satisfied smile throughout the entire thing.
when bottoming: hmmmmm i feel like bottoming would kind of be an extension to her topping, meaning she wouldn’t be a bottom 😭 ambessa is such a dominant, powerful character that it’s quite hard to imagine her as submissive. so she’d just let you pleasure her once in a while, praising you as you’d lap up her juices like a dog, fuelling you to do more. her moans would come from her throat, face falling a little if it felt a little too good.
a/n: fofmfhskejfnsjwjdnnwjw something small whilst i cook up a long abby fic. (i miss writing long story fics🙁) lmk ur nsfw headcanons ab these characters >3<
#arcane#sevika x reader#arcane smut#sevika smut#lesbian smut#lesbian#arcane fanfic#wlw fanfic#wlw#wlw ns/fw#vi arcane#vi smut#arcane x reader#arcane x you#caitlyn kirraman#caitlyn x reader#vi x reader#vi x you#ambessa medarda#ambessa arcane#ambessa x reader#ambessa smut#wlw domme#wlw switch#wlw yearning#sevika arcane#caitlyn arcane#caitvi#drabble#arcane drabbles
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How’d they react to you calling them bro or dude whilst in a pre-established relationship…(platonic/romantic)
Dick: he’s insulted.
Gutted.
He will try to give you the silent treatment for such a shameful thing but ultimately fails as he ends up being the one pawing at you for attention.
‘Do you still like me? Or did you just run out of cute nicknames to call me?’ He’d say one night as your both cuddling in bed together. ‘If it’s the later then I can help you find something, just please spare me and don’t call me dude or bro anymore.’
He’d rather you call him Richard-wait, no he hates that even more because to him you’re not meant to use his fully name, only cutesy nicknames that’d make a grown man sick to his stomach. Nothing else would suffice other than Dickie bird, handsome, babe, hunk, honeybun or anything that wasn’t his name.
He’s go mad or would act delusional and say that everything was fine when everyone could tell that it wasn’t. People who know him have personally came to you and begged you to stop calling him dude/bro because he kept talking their ears off about how his beloved partner is torturing him, which ends up torturing them even more upon hearing about his relationship issues.
Dick would even consult Hayley on what he did wrong, only for Hayley to look at him with those big, big eyes of hers. This was not her level of expertise unfortunately. (Head empty, no thoughts. She can’t do her abc’s guys it’s a real tragedy.)
Jason: ‘I just had my tongue down your throat just now and you had to go and ruin the mood by calling me bro. What the fuck.’ - Jason at some point.
It’s a whole mood killer for him to be honest.
He’s calling you things like chipmunk or sweetheart but here you were calling him dude and bro. He knows for a fact that he’s well and truly out of the friend zone because the shit you’ve done together isn’t platonic in any sort of way.
Thinks Roy had set you up to call him dude or bro behind his back. (He hasn’t)
Jason is petty and will get his own back by referring you as ‘just a really good friend’, ‘buddy o’ mine’ or even worse than both of those; ‘chum.’ 💀
When you go low, Jason was more then willing to go to the depths of fucking hell to the point it had become a game to see who’d call out just how stupid this all was, and at the both of you for ever thinking that this was an excellent idea in the first place.
You’ll probs get punished…I’m just going to leave it there and let your minds guess what that ‘punishment’ was exactly.
Damian:
As much as Damian hates it when you call him Dami, he hates it when you call him dude or bro even more, if that’s even possible.
Damian hates it when you call him dude or bro. He’s not your dude or bro, he’s your partner and he expects no less then darling, my heart or my beloved.
So you calling him dude or bro is more than enough reason for him to give you the silent treatment.
‘Until you learn that I am your partner, I won’t want to be anywhere near you if you’re going to keep calling me your bro or dude. It is a disservice to who I actually am to you.’ He says with a huff and beckons Titus to follow, only for the Great Dane to be left confused as to why his human parents were at a disagreement over something silly.
Also Titus, Ace, Jerry, Alfred the cat, Goliath and BatCow are children of divorce because I said so.
So it’s bests that you apologise while you still can because Damian can hold a grudge unlike any other. Even if you didn’t, you’d still crack first before Damian and quickly put an end to calling him dude/bro.
He just thinks being called a dude/bro when in a pre-established relationship is an insult.
He can take a joke but not when it’s aimed at his relationship. He’s well and truly devoted to his relationship -if we’re to completely ignore the whole being Robin thing- that it might as well be an insult towards him too at this point.
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