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thomasisaslut · 1 year ago

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Severus Snape x F!Reader

Punishment

Word Count: 2k

Includes: Choking, Barebacking, Scratching, Marking(Hickeys), Praise, Degradation, Legilimency Inappropriately used

On Ao3 — https://archiveofourown.org/works/49025332

On Wattpad — https://www.wattpad.com/story/348125225-𝐏𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭-𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐬-𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐞-𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

It was a normal day for you in potions class, well as normal as it gets for a Slytherin students sitting next to the Weasley twins. You groan in annoyance as the two continue to stay off task, Professor Snape eventually speaks.

"Weasley." He says sternly, his cold tone the same as always.

The sound of the professor's voice instantly draws both of the boys attention, they turn to look at him, a fake innocent pleading look on their faces--they act as if they did nothing wrong.

"Stick to the text or get out."

The two twins nod swiftly, then get back to work but before they turn to do said work they of course have to bug you once again.

"[First Name], why do you always pay attention in this boring class--" Fred asked, George chimed in--finishing his brothers sentence"--It's not like we do anything fun, why don't you try doing one of our potions instead? Our brews are much more fun to make, after all."

You turn to glare at both of them looking at George and then at Fred,

"Unlike you two I prefer to have a decent grade."

George sighs and then returns to one of his pranking potions but Fred has more to say.

"We promise it'll be fun, [First Name]!"

"I already said no, Weasley."

And just at that moment, Professor Snape turns around,

"Miss [Last Name], detention at eighth o'clock."

"But Professor-"

"No buts." He glares at you once more before turning back to his work, letting the rest of the class let out a snicker as he yells at you. The two Weasley twins let out full snorts, cackling as they watch you get in trouble for their mistake.

You send a quick glare their way--the expression on your face much colder than before.

It's now after class, the two Weasley twins sneak off before you have a chance to yell at them for getting you in trouble. You glance back to Professor Snape, he is still grading the same papers as before--looking at them with disgust. Whilst staring at your teacher you start to realize that his eyes show more expression than his whole face--intrigued by this you lose track of time, this causes him to look up at you, his dark eyes meeting yours.

"Is there a problem, Miss [Last Name]?"

You snap out of your trance as he states your last name. Quickly coming up with an excuse you speak "I was wondering why I was given a detention, Professor?"

You see him smirk a bit as he speaks.

"You were discussing with other students during the middle of class, and the Weasley twins of all people."

"Professor! They were bothering me-"

He cuts you off.

"I already told you why, now leave. I expect to see you later." His small smirk remains plastered on his face.

Your eyes widen in shock--looking stunned, a bit angry as you speak.

"Fine."

You turn and leave the room.

It is now eight o' clock, the time your Professor asked you for detention. You wonder why the detention is so late, it's very unusual for him to give late detention--he does love his alone time. Ignoring this factor you walk to the potions room, opening you see him, his dark locks covering most of his facial features. Eventually, his eyes raise to you, but his expression is much different than before.. it shows a bit of smugness, you can see it on his face. It stuns you once again.

"Professor, I'm here for my detention."

He nods, "I need those cauldrons" Snape looks over to some of the dirty cauldrons and then back to you. "cleaned, and I need them done quickly."

You nod back and go to turn to the dirty cauldron when he speaks again.

"Or." You're now fully facing him. "There is another.. punishment if you'd like to hear it."

"What is it, Professor?"

He motions with his hands for you to step closer, you nod then step up, you're standing on the opposite side of the desk when suddenly he stands. Snape then grabs your slytherin tie, pulling it close so you're now slightly bent on the desk--leaning forward you're face-to-face with the Professor.

He then speaks in a quite, whispering manner.

"I know about your little fantasies, the talks in the common rooms with your fellow slytherins.. you don't think at least one of them wouldn't tell me?" Snape smirks as he sees your cheeks dust a light pink.

"Whatever do you mean, Professor Snape..?" You ask slowly, avoiding all eye contact possible.

His smirk widens, letting his hand that isn't on your tie move to your chin--forcing your eyes to lock with his.

"Really, no idea?" Snape lets your chin go, he then rustles in one of his cloaks pockets--taking out a small slip of parchment paper. You instantly recognize it, its the note you wrote about him, about what you think of him--what you truly think about him, how you adore him. Snape then moves the paper to your face, dangling it there in front of your eyes--your blush deepens from a light pink to a dark red.

"Professor I can explain--"

"No need, come here." He tugs at your green tie again, leading into a small kiss.

"This is your other form of punishment, if you don't want this version get to work on those cauldrons."

"No-Please I want this." The blush on your cheeks deepens as one of your darkest fantasies become a reality.

"Good." Is all he says before leading you into another kiss, but this one was more passionate--more heated. He bites your bottom lip, letting a noise out of your mouth was the opportunity he was looking for, he sticks his tongue into your mouth, letting the two of them collide.

Snape soon moves his hand from your tie to your hair, tightening his grip on it he brings the kiss closer til' he breaks away to let you breathe, a small saliva trail between the two of your mouths as the kiss ends. You look even more flustered than before, you walk around from the other side of the desk so that you're now standing directly in front of him as he stays in his same old chair.

"Is this what you wanted, [First Name]? Is this what you've been telling your own friends about? Members of my own house?" He smirks as he looks you up and down, letting his hands move to your hips.

You nod.

"Give me a verbal response, [First Name]."

"Yes, please. This is what ive wanted all along."

"Good girl." He pulls you closer, his beautiful nose now close to your breasts.

"Undo your tie and blouse, now."

You nod eagerly--you want to please him, you need to. You start to strip your blouse soon after removing your tie. Undoing the buttons one by one you tease him--eventually you strip the blouse completely off and let it fall to the ground, leaving you only with your dark green bra to cover your breasts.

Snape's hands move from your hips to trail up your body, eventually reaching your back and unclasping your bra he lets his head move closer, now looking up to where you stand. He wraps one of his arms around you to close the distance, his nose now in between your boobs.

"Beautiful.." You hear him mutter out then he takes his free hand to cup your left breast, lifting it to his mouth and sucking on the nipple. As he does so you moan loudly, squirming a bit as he tightens his grip around your waist, sucking harder with his mouth on your boob. He soon moves to the other one, doing the same process.

"Professor.." You mutter--an amazing sound to his ears.

While he still has his mouth on one of your nipples he brings the hand that was previously around your waist to pinch your other one, letting you moan out again. He then stops his tongue on your boob, moving back so he can face you again. He looks absolutely stunning like this. Snape then moves to your hips once again, pulling you down onto him so you're now straddling his waist, sitting directly over his crotch.

"Professor..?"

There is no reply, he connects your lips once more, bucking his clothed erection against your now naked folds. A small gasp passes your lips.

He smirks at your reaction then he pushes you onto the staff desk before you, he then stands—now standing over you he places his right hand on your throat—apply pressure in an orgasmic way.

"S-Sir.." You whimper.

Silence.

He trails his finger down your nude body, toying and playing with your still hard nubs before his left hand reaches your pussy, his thumb dashes your clit before two of his slender finger plunge into your wet cunt—curling and scissoring your folds.

Your moans are all cut off by the hand on your throat, your panting and needy for more of the man.

"Please!" You manage to yelp, the pressure on your throat decreases—slightly.

"Please, what?" He smirks.

"Sir!" You gasp as he curls his fingers again. "Please, sir!" You plea. "More.."

He smirks and nods, looking up and down your nude body, you then feel the fingers that were in your cunt slide out—you whine at the loss—you try to see what he's doing but the hand on your neck remains firm.

You hear the buckles of a belt unclasp, then a 'clink' like noise as the belt falls to the floor—you then hear the sound of a zipper, now at your cunt was the head of his heavy cock.

"Please.." You whimper, eager to move but that damn hand at your throat prevents it.

After your plea he finally thrusts into you—completely bottoming out with that pound you mon a pornographic sound. He waits a moment before continuing, now impaling you with his shaft.

"Oh! Sir!" You moan.

Your sounds only encourage his movements, he picks up his pace as he continues to drive into your tight and wet core. The pounds become also euphoric. Your hands move to his still clothed chest, clawing and scratching at his back.

"T-Take.." You pant, "those damn.." A moan escapes your throat, "off." You try to sound demanding in between sounds and catching your breath.

He groans but does as told, using a simple wandless spell to remove his clothes fully—you only had a few seconds of awe before he ruthlessly continues to thrust into you, your nails now leaving red marks along his back—his thrusts become sloppy as he comes closer to his climax—you buck your hips in response, chasing after your own release.

"Take it." He warns in a whispered tone as he sucks on your collarbone—leaving hickeys.

In a few more thrusts his cum leaks from his cock to inside your core, leaving you full but not pleased, that is until he continues to pound. Fucking you to your own release.

"Severus!" You shout as you too release, your fluids leaking from you and onto your thighs and his cock.

He the slides out of you gently, placing his hands on your bruised hips he lifts you into his arm—you flush at the shockingly strong man—he then sets you down on his chair and pecks you on the cheek. Using a quick cleaning spell the two of you are now cleaned from the event.

"If this is what detention is like I might have to get in trouble more often." You tease playfully, as you put back on your clothes.

He chuckles, "Don't." He does the same, sliding his arms back into his dark uniform.

"Oh but, Professor." You smirk.

He rolls his eyes, "Your detention is done." He smiles as you turn to walk out.

You wave when leaving, knowing this wouldn't be the last time. You chuckle to yourself,

"I have to thank the Weasley twins."

#hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #severus snape #severus x reader #severus x y/n #harry potter #severus snape x reader

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arda-ancalima · 11 months ago

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Fowl Language

Rating: G Characters: Kazuma Asogi, Gina Lestrade, Barok van Zieks Words: 1,293

For @tgaa-gen-week Day 7 - Free Day (just a little something silly to finish off the week!)

When the work day had come to an end at last, Kazuma tried to shake off his irritations. Van Zieks had been especially petty lately, at least it seemed to him, and his patience with the man was wearing thin.

Kazuma paid for the fish and chips and sat down next to Gina on a bench where she was winding her watch.

“Ta,” she mumbled, slipping the watch in her pocket and taking the cone he handed her.

Taking a bite of his piping hot chips, Kazuma watched her through the corner of his eye. She was idly munching on her food while watching people pass with a wistful look in her eye. It didn’t take a great detective to guess she was thinking about the watch’s previous owner.

“Lestrade,” Kazuma said, deciding to cheer her up. “I want you to help me with something.”

“Wot,” she said disinterestedly.

“I want to know how to swear in English.”

Gina glanced at him sidelong. “Come on. You must know. Ya learned English in that fancy university o’ yours, didn’t ya?”

“They don’t teach crude language in the classroom,” Kazuma said, crossing his arms.

“Sure, but weren’t you a sailor and all? You must’ve ‘eard ‘em all then.”

Technically deck hand, a much less impressive job, but he wasn’t about to correct her. “The crew communicated in English, but no one spoke it as their native language. I learned to swear in Russian, Chinese, and Dutch, but not English.”

“Then wot ‘bout while you’ve been livin’ ‘ere? Just go down t’ the pub or somethin’.”

Maybe if he had someone to go with, or had any energy left after a day of keeping up with his mentor’s unrelenting pace. “Look, I know a few words, but you have the most colorful language of anyone I know. I just want a handful of expressions I can use when Lord van Zieks is being a pain. Rattle him a little.”

“Oh. Oh, I get it. It’ll be a prank, then?” Gina got a little gleam in her eye. “I’ll help ya, ‘Sogi.”

Kazuma was pleased to see her perk up. “Great. So what’s a decent insult I could use?”

Humming, Gina considered a moment, then said something in his ear.

“Why are you whispering?” Kazuma said, drawing back.

“It’s impolite t’ say these in public, ya know,” Gina said. “There’s kiddies around.”

There weren’t any within earshot of their bench, but then again she understood British culture better than he did. “I guess so. But that doesn’t sound very rude.”

“Oi, you’re askin’ my advice. I’m the expert ‘ere.”

“Right, right.” Kazuma put up his hands. “How about an exclamation of surprise?”

“Surprise, eh? Ooh, I got one for ya!” She whispered something else to him.

“Hm. I suppose that does sound a bit off-color. Any others I should know?”

“One ya say when you’re proper angry. The worst o’ the lot.” Gina lowered her voice. “The F word.”

Kazuma was intrigued. “What is it?”

Gina glanced around, then pulled him close and whispered a word in his ear.

“Is it really that bad?” Kazuma pulled back with a raised eyebrow. “That sounds like two ordinary words.”

Nodding seriously, Gina said, “Oh yeah. That’ll scandalize ‘im for sure.”

“Good. Well, thanks. He’s going to be shocked when I throw these at him.”

“Oh, ‘e’ll be surprised, all right.”

“I can’t wait to see the look on his face.”

“Ha! I’d like to see that.” Gina went back to her food, munching with more vigor, and Kazuma was satisfied that he had accomplished his mission. At least the first part.

He didn’t have to wait long for the second part, as van Zieks was in a mood again the next day.

“Mr. Asogi, go pick up the autopsy report.”

“Yes, I’ll do that as soon as I’ve—”

“No, do it now.”

Every word of his since he arrived had felt short and prickly, and his instructions were more like demands. Kazuma had enough.

“Fine,” he said. Then just loud enough for van Zieks to hear, he added, “Son of a motherless goat.”

Van Zieks glanced up from his desk with a brief look of bafflement, but his ever present scowl slid back into place. “Why are you still standing there?”

Kazuma sighed and grabbed his coat. It wasn’t as satisfying a reaction as he hoped for, but it was a start.

On another occasion, they were at a crime scene where they learned of evidence that changed their entire understanding of the case.

Kazuma shook his head. “Gee willikers.”

Van Zieks narrowed his eyes as he took in the scene. “That’s certainly one way of putting it.”

Kazuma was a bit surprised van Zieks didn’t chide him for his rude language. It seemed like the sort of thing he would take issue with in his apprentice. But maybe he was so distracted by rethinking the case that he didn’t fully take in what Kazuma said.

Another day, Kazuma had spent hours working out an approach to their prosecution, writing a lengthy report explaining it and double checking his work. When he finished, he explained his theory to van Zieks, going point by point through his argument. Van Zieks listened without interruption, sitting back in his chair with his face as impassive as usual.

“Mr. Asogi,” he said at last. “The argument you have laid out is impressive, and you’ve improved in your presentation.”

Kazuma would have been pleased by the praise, had he not been able to hear the “but” coming from a mile away. He sighed. “What is it?”

“I wonder if you’ve forgotten the first witness we spoke to.”

It was like a bucket of cold water had been dumped over his head. He had completely forgotten. It dismantled his entire case, and he would have to start over from the beginning.

He was so upset with himself that without thinking he swore terribly.

“Fiddlesticks.”

Van Zieks’ eyes were on him immediately and Kazuma realized what he said. He had been hoping to save that one for when van Zieks really deserved it, and this had been Kazuma’s fault entirely. He would just have to make the most of it.

But van Zieks’ expression changed from neutrality to mirth, and to Kazuma’s great astonishment, he laughed.

It was brief and quickly hidden behind the grim set of his mouth, but Kazuma knew he didn’t imagine it.

Once he had recovered from the shock, he remembered what had made him laugh in the first place and grew indignant.

“W-What’s so funny about all this? I spent all day on that report!”

“It’s not that, it’s—” Van Zieks’ lip quirked upward again. “Where did you learn that word?”

Trying to reign in his embarrassment, Kazuma said, “Wh— does that matter? It’s an expletive, everyone knows that. I might have picked it up in a pub or something.”

Van Zieks shook his head. “Someone has been pulling your chain. I had wondered where the sudden use of innocent exclamations came from.”

“Innocent?!” Kazuma tightened his fists. “You mean fiddlesticks isn’t a dirty word?!”

“I can’t say I know the meaning, but it is regarded as harmless.”

“You teach me something, then. Tell me the worst word you know!”

“No. Now I believe, Mr. Asogi, that you have a great deal of work to catch up on. You better get started.”

“Argh…” I have a certain Inspector I need to pay a visit.

When Kazuma stormed up to Gina’s desk at Scotland Yard, she took one look at his furious face and lit up in glee.

“Did you say ‘em?”

“Darn you, Gina Lestrade,” Kazuma growled, slamming her desk. “Darn you to hell!”

She laughed her face off.

Bonus incorrect quote:

Kazuma: Oh, spare me the sanctimonious lecture. You never cared about me. In the words of one of my actual friends: ya basic. It's a cockney insult. It's devastating. You're devastated right now.

Van Zieks: …?

#the great ace attorney #dai gyakuten saiban #kazuma asogi #gina lestrade #barok van zieks #tgaa spoilers #dgs spoilers #tgaa gen week #ace attorney #fanfiction #arda writes #*#I ran out of time for the more feelsy one I was working on #but that was a longshot to finish anyway #so here is silliness instead!#this week was really fun!!#I enjoyed seeing everyone's works and having a chance to share gen works :D

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awkwardtickleetoo · 2 years ago

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Lee!George Week Day 5 - Thighs

ahhhhh we're finally back!!!!!!! in the midst of a we're so over, came an indescribable... we're so back

again, I just wanna say I really appreciate your guys' patience with this, and I hope the fact that it's 5600 Words is a decent trade for the wait lol

and still, big shoutout mush for putting all this together!! you can find the prompts here, and if you want to participate make sure to use the tag "mushie's lee!george week" when you post <3

last thing: this one is a part two to this fic for day two of this week!! check that out first if you haven't read it yet, if you'd like to!!

lee!george, ler!dream, ler!sapnap, 5600 words exactly :o

enjoy!

"…Do you know about his thighs?"

"WHAT?! Dream, NO!" George protested immediately, jolting up off Sapnap's lap and whipping his head around to gawk at Dream as much as he could while still laying on his stomach.

"I don't think I do! Please, enlighten me!"

"No, no, nonono, no enlightening, shut up! Dream, don't say anything!" George flicked his gaze back and forth between the two of them, squirming as subtly as he could so he wouldn't draw too much attention to the fact that he was yanking at his leg that was still pinned down by Dream.

"Oh, Sapnap. You're gonna love this, his thighs might be as bad as that rib spot, probably about as bad as his ribs in general, like just… everywhere on them," Dream explained, pressing his hand slightly harder down on George's back to make it harder for him to struggle. The boy in question let out a choked noise when he felt the pressure, pushing up against Dream's hand to try to get him to stop.

"No, nonono, no you WON'T, you will not, because it's not true, Dream, please, shut up," George pleaded, giving Dream his best puppy dog eyes, hoping he would take some kind of pity on him and at least take it easy, if not let him off the hook completely. He turned as far as he could manage, able to prop himself up on one elbow and bend his free leg to the side slightly.

"Sorry, Georgie, my mind is made up." Dream sealed George's fate with a shrug, grabbing George's ankle and starting to pull it back down towards the other one.

"No!" George squealed, yanking his ankle from Dream's grasp and kicking it wildly. He turned further, still up on his elbow but leaning against his hip as well now, kicking at Dream's hand when he went to grab him again and protesting further. "Don't touch me, let me go, get off!" George kicked at Dream's thighs now, trying to push him off his other leg, but he noticed Sapnap had slid off the couch next to him and was now standing in front of him instead. He put his free hand out in front of him, hoping to keep Sapnap away, flicking his eyes nervously between the other two to make sure they didn't try anything. "Neither of you touch me!"

"Ow! Fuck, George, that hurts, stop kicking me!" Dream complained as he grabbed George's ankle again, with a much harsher grip than before, his fingers spread out more and ending up with a few of them pressing hard into the skin above the top of his sock. George gasped, struggling against the hold for a few seconds, whimpering as he couldn't pull away nearly as easily this time.

"NO!" George screamed, all three of them giggling at how ridiculous and frantic he sounded given the situation, but George never stopped yanking at his foot.

"Sapnap, help me hold him down!" Dream asked through his quiet laughter as he in turn yanked George's foot right back, knocking him off his elbow and hip to be flat on his stomach again, landing on top of his arm. He felt something press against his outstretched hand, looking back over to see that Sapnap was pushing it out of the way.

"No, NO! DON'T!" George yelled, moving his hand back to push at Sapnap again. He tried to prop himself back up, barely pushing up onto his palm before he was shoved down again. It was Sapnap's doing this time, who had reached forward and pushed down on his back between his shoulder blades to force him down flat again. Then, before he could move, Sapnap slipped his hand past the top of his hoodie and cupped his hand over the back of George's neck. He held George's head down firmly against the cushions to keep him in place, his warm cheek pressed against the soft blanket underneath him. George absolutely lost it, squirming as much as he could manage in the compromising position and immediately yelling out protests. "STOP, stop! Let GO, GET OFF ME, NO!"

"Jesus Christ, George! Chill the fuck out!" Sapnap yelled back, grabbing his still flailing wrist with the other hand and holding it out to the side so he wouldn't interfere with either of their movements. George whimpered again, starting to come to terms with the fact that he really was not getting out of this, and he groaned as he forced another wave of energy to the surface so he could make one last effort at escaping before silently admitting defeat and letting the other two have their way with him.

"Fuck you!" George yelled, barely successful in his thrashing, however he did manage to shove his foot around to kick Dream again– this time, George was pretty sure he managed to hit Dream's chest and stomach a few times, due to the distance his foot went and the way Dream yelled out in response.

"OW, George, what the fuck!" Dream shouted, tightening his grip on George's ankle and tilting his foot upwards. Suddenly, George felt fingers scratching mercilessly at the sole of his foot, wiggling with no sense of direction from his heel up to the spot under his toes and staying there even as George attempted to curl them in to block the attack.

"DREHEHEHEAM!" George bursted into sudden, loud laughter, completely caught off guard by the onslaught of tickling on such a horrible spot. He twisted his foot as much as he possibly could, ripping his arm out from under him to pound on the couch underneath him. He tried desperately to lift his head, or at least turn it further to either hide his face or look Dream in the eyes while begging him to stop, but Sapnap's hold was steady and kept him in place. "STOHOHOP IHIHIT!"

Fortunately for George, Dream did stop, cupping his hand around his foot and squeezing it as tight as he could.

"Then behave yourself, and calm the hell down. Take a breather, George. Chill." Dream punctuated his sentence by moving George's leg again, pushing his leg flat against the couch and moving to straddle both of them at the same time, sliding down from his thighs to sit on the backs of his calves.

"Fuck yohou," George said as he caught his breath, but he still forced himself to relax. He knew by working himself up it would only make him more sensitive later, and he was, unfortunately, very aware of the fact that he was no match for the other two by themselves, let alone together. George tried to lift his head once again, but Sapnap just held tighter, pushing his head down one last time as he watched out of the corner of his eye as Dream motioned for him to walk over and straddle George as well. "I'm nohohohot– I cahan't just… chill when I, like… when I know what– what's coming."

"I know, Georgie, I get it. I promise I'll be careful, okay? I know how to tell when you've had too much, you know I know your limits."

"Yeah, whatever," George grumbled, reaching over and smacking Sapnap's arm when he finally let go of his wrist and his neck in favor of sitting on top of George. He settled himself right on the small of George's lower back, making sure George couldn't move his upper body at all to throw him off, but still giving him enough space to breathe and flail his arms around when the tickling actually began. "Oh my god, Sapnaaaaaap…" George whined when he felt the new weight on top of him, attempting to squirm and wiggle away any way he could think to, but he didn't budge at all, barely moving a few inches the whole time. He couldn't kick or turn over or see past where Sapnap was sitting, entirely at the mercy of the two captors he was supposed to call friends, and entirely helpless to whatever they decided to put him through. "Sap– I– ugh, Dreeeeammm…"

"George," It was Sapnap who spoke this time, resting one hand on George's hip to get his attention. "Is this still okay? We can do this another time, if you want. I don't want you to actually be uncomfortable," He continued, gently messing with the waistband of George's shorts and the hem of his hoodie a few inches away, flicking them between his fingers to straighten them out and switching locations every so often. George's hoodie was still hiked up a small bit, leaving a sliver of his lower back exposed, and Sapnap switched his trailing the nails of his pointer fingers to follow that tiny line of skin, above the waist of George's boxers where they were slightly exposed. He smiled as he heard George squeak and gasp, and watched him arch his back as much as his body would allow him too. Sapnap pulled his hands away, moving them back to George's hips, not wanting to continue until he was given actual verbal confirmation.

"No. I hate you. This sucks. Get away from me, I'll kill you," George fought back, voice flat until the end where a tiny smile was audible in his words. Dream laughed and rolled his eyes, shaking his head at Sapnap.

"Trust me, he's fine. He's just being a dick, like usual. He's okay with this," Dream confirmed for him, making George scoff and roll his eyes. "Right, George?" Dream said, raising his voice and speaking slowly to make it mockingly obvious that he expected an answer. George scoffed again, not appreciating being spoken to and spoken about like he was a toddler, but he felt the hesitancy in Sapnap's touch where his fingers trailed thoughtlessly over his hip, and figured he should maybe give the boy a break.

"Yeah, this is okay. I'm okay, Sap. Promise. And- and Dream, he… he knows how, like… how to tell if I'm not… so…" George stumbled over his words, and the admission that Dream had done this enough to know his tells somehow felt more embarrassing than admitting he was enjoying himself.

"Exactly right. So relax, Georgie," Dream reassured softly, patting the sides of his thighs rhythmically, trying to soothe George as best as he could. "And let me show our lil' Sap here how to wreck you properly." Sapnap giggled at the affectionate description of himself, scrunching up his nose and shaking his head. George let out another whine, keeping one hand squeezed into the blanket and using the other to cushion his head and hide in again, the same position as he was in earlier.

"Yeah, shut up back there and let Dream explain," Sapnap said harshly, reaching behind him to dig into George's ribs for a few seconds, just to hear George squeal and feel him try so helplessly to squirm away.

"AH, FUHUCK– WHAHAT THE FUHUHUCK!" George reached back blindly and grappled at Sapnap's hands, but they were gone before he could even touch them, leaving him breathless, fired up, and confused once again.

"Okay, go ahead, Dream. Teach me your ways, Sensei," Sapnap said, pretending to karate chop both of George's hip bones with a small pop of his mouth before resting his palms flat on George's back below where he was straddling. The other two giggled at his dorkiness, but Dream began his explanation anyway.

"Okay, so, honestly there's a lot of little details to cover, but they all kind of get you a similar result, which is mainly just… screaming, whining, pleading, thrashing, crying–"

"I do NOT cry!" George interjected, horrified and offended by the implications Dream was making.

"No?"

"NO!"

"Want me to make you?" George went silent immediately, curling back into the crook of his elbow and whimpering softly. "That's what I thought," Dream boasted, making Sapnap chuckle again.

"You're cruel," Sapnap muttered without really thinking, speaking mostly to himself, though Dream heard him anyway.

"Oh, baby boy, that's nothing. You'll see cruel, don't you worry," Dream continued to act cocky, smirking at Sapnap as he looked up at him with wide eyes and nodded almost nervously. Dream made a mental note to absolutely explore that reaction later. "But anyway, yeah, um… there's very few areas on his thighs that don't get a reaction, so honestly, no matter what you do or how good you are at it you'll get a pretty decent reaction anyway." George grumbled at this information, groaning into his elbow, but not making a move to deny it. He knew it was true, and he knew it would seriously backfire on him if he tried to challenge that fact.

"Awesome," Sapnap mused quietly, trailing his hands down from George's back to his hips again as he listened to Dream talk.

"More specifically, though, nails are fucking killer for him, no matter where you do it. The scratches will get him begging in seconds, here, watch," Dream said as he formed his hands into claws and scribbled his nails up and down the backs of George's thighs, over the material of his shorts.

"No, nonono, Dream do‐OHOHOHON'T NAHAHAHA–!" George screamed out, shoving his face further into his arm and curling his elbow around his mouth to muffle the frantic, squeaky, high pitched laughter that was flowing out of him. "DREHEHEEEEAM!"

"And it only gets worse if you're able to get his bare skin, that's a literal nightmare for him. He can't handle that at all," Dream explained, only stopping his movements after he was done talking to quickly hook his thumbs into the legs of George's shorts and push them half way up his thighs, leaving the bottom part of his boxers exposed. George whined louder, burying his face further into the sleeve of his hoodie as he felt the cool air against the bare skin of his extremely sensitive thighs. Dream pushed them up as well, more gentle so he didn't make George too nervous, and he let his claw hands descend down again until he could scratch unbearably lightly over the backs of his thighs, as well as behind his knees.

"Oh god, oh fuck, oh f-FUHUHUCK–" George's laughter shot up in volume again, cackles and squeals bouncing off the walls of the living room. "DREHEHEAM, PLEHEHEHEASE!" George pleaded, slamming his fist against the couch and letting out pathetic whines and whimpers through his wild laughter.

"See what I mean?" Dream said smugly, giggling at the way he could feel George's legs tensing with the urge to try and move them away from Dream's fingers with no success. "This is another thing that works really well, here, gimme your hands," Dream said, motioning for Sapnap to bring his hands forward. He did, and Dream took hold of his wrists and gently placed Sapnap's hands on the exposed skin on the back of George's thighs, cupping them around the muscle there. George whimpered at the warmth of hands on him again, tensing up, curling his toes behind Dream as he braced for what he knew was coming. "Okay, perfect. Now just squeeze a few times, not hard enough to hurt him but, like… like this," Dream put his hands back on Sapnap's wrists, squeezing around them to demonstrate the proper way to repeat the movement on George's legs. Sapnap nodded and hummed in understanding, and he squeezed George's thighs repeatedly.

George screamed out, his entire body jolting, then melting into the couch for a few seconds as all the strength left his body, and then he began squirming and thrashing frantically when he couldn't escape the feeling.

"NOHO– SAPNAHAHAP!" George threw his hand behind him to grab at Sapnap, his hand landing on Sapnap's back, telling him he was in the right vicinity. He reached out again, able to get his hand to Sapnap's arm, and he wrapped his fingers around the material of Sapnap's sleeve and pulled at his arm. "STOHOP– PLEHEHEASE!"

"Okay, okay, okay, Sap, let him breathe," Dream said with a few giggles, clearly entertained by Georges suffering, as he tapped the back of Sapnap's hands so he'd pull away. Sapnap sighed in feigned annoyance, squeezing one last time and holding George's thighs with a comforting pressure to calm his nerves down before pulling his hands back. "Besides, he's gonna need a breather before the next part anyway."

"W-what?" George whimpered nervously, his voice raspy and broken from how much his laughter had practically shredded his throat. His breathing was heavy, and Sapnap could feel his chest behind him expanding further with every new breath he took. He spoke again, whiny and frantic, wondering what else Dream could possibly have in mind. "Whyhyhy, w-why, Dreheam, whahahat are you gonna dohoho?"

"Relax, baby. I promise you'll be okay. I'll make this quick, yeah?" Dream furrowed his eyebrows when he got a groan in response. "Georgie? Is this all still okay, sweet boy?" He asked, hoping to draw a verbal response of positivity from the eldest. Sapnap traced the tips of his pointer fingers in circles over the backs of George's knees, keeping his titters and giggles up but not overwhelming him too much to speak.

"God– yehehes, it's fihine… juhust hurry…" George said, giving Dream the reassurance he needed to get to the grand finale.

"I will, I promise." Dream said with a pat to George's thigh, before he adjusted his sitting position for the final time. He pushed himself off George's legs to only straddle one thigh– the opposite one from before– and he pulled George's now free leg to rest on top of his leg so it was propped up slightly. "I'm gonna use this leg this time. I feel like I tortured the other one enough earlier…" Dream proved his point by reaching back and swiping one finger quickly up the sole of George's foot, reminiscent of his earlier actions he used to subdue George. George yelped and squeaked, curling his toes and kicking his leg out where it rested on top of Dream's. Dream giggled at the reaction, before picking George's leg up again and curling his arm tightly around his calf, trapping it in a headlock. "…so it's only fair to use the other one to make it even," Dream finally completed his sentence, smiling when Sapnap hummed in agreement once again.

George squirmed, happy that he was able to move a bit more now (even if it was only a tiny bit), but he still whined and grunted and grumbled at the new position. He tried to twist and turn, attempting to slide his leg out of Dream's hold, but exactly how it had been the whole time, he got nowhere.

"I hate this," George complained. "I hate you both."

"George. Shush. I'm trying to learn here," Sapnap scolded playfully, chuckling when he heard George scoff and groan at him. "Proceed," He said to Dream, motioning for him to continue.

"Thank you, Sapnap. So, obviously the backs of his thighs are pretty bad, but you can't forget the rest of them by any means. Like, dragging your nails up and down the tops of his thighs will make him all shaky and whimpery, it's actually adorable. But if we're gonna keep going with squeezes and shit, above the knee works wonders, I promise you. Here, try for yourself," Dream offered, making sure his hold on George's leg was secure and gesturing for Sapnap to lean forward slightly to get the spot he mentioned. "Just kinda curl your fingers around right here," Dream demonstrated with his own hand, making George squeak again, despite the fact that nothing had happened yet. "Yeah, perfect. Now just squeeze, a little bit more firm than you did with the back of this spot."

"AHAHA, NOHOHO!" George reacted immediately after Sapnap began his squeezing, his laughter getting higher in pitch as the squeezing continued relentlessly. His leg shook and thrashed in Dream's grip, fighting as hard as it could to get away, almost on autopilot, since George knew there was no point in struggling anymore. "OKAHAY, OKAHAHAY, THAT'S ENOHOUGH THEHEHERE!"

"Is it, though?" Sapnap responded smugly, scrunching up his face and furrowing his eyebrows in exaggerated skepticism.

"YEHEHES, IT IHIHIS, PLEHEASE!"

"Okay, okay, fine. One last spot then we'll leave you alone. Sap, stop for a sec, rub the tickles away for him," Dream instructed, and Sap did exactly that, putting more comforting pressure on the spot and softly rubbing his thumb over it to get the ghost tickles out for George. The man in question was still giggling wildly behind him, and Sapnap was nearly convinced they'd broken him, but Dream seemed confident in the finale and George hadn't shown any signs of discomfort or discontent, so he went along with it. "Okay, one last thing. I saved it for last because it, like… it's really bad, and I wanted to actually be able to show you stuff before we had to call it quits, so, yeah. Fair warning, we literally might only be able to do this for, like… five seconds MAX, because it's so bad for George. I honestly appreciate him even letting me do this without openly trying to bite my head off."

"You're still an idiot!" George yelled from where he was laying, bracing himself yet again for what he knew was coming. "Just get it over with!"

"Okay, yes, you're right, sorry. Sap, the thing I'm talking about is his inner thighs, right? They're, like, crazy sensitive, especially to things like scratching, either harsh scratches or the really light ones, and also raspberries too, but we can save that for another time because even I know that's a lot for right now. Pinches also work super well, just little tiny ones, and all of that stuff works even better if you can get under his shorts to do it– which we're so lucky to be able to do today," Dream smiled, gently tapping his fingers against George's thigh where his shorts were still pushed up and the leg of his boxers still poked out unevenly. George whined, high in his throat, and even Sapnap could tell he was nervous about this part. He gently placed a hand on George's thigh that Dream was straddling, gently rubbing his thumb over his shorts to reassure him that he would be gentle.

"Dr-Dream, I–" George began, his voice coming out squeaky and shy, and he clamped his mouth shut before he continued.

"I know, baby boy. Real quick, then we're done, okay? This is it."

"Fuck, yeah, mhm… that's okay," George confirmed, reaching behind him to grip onto the fabric of Sapnap's sleeve again. He pulled more this time, until he was able to grab his elbow instead, and Sapnap let the boy pull his arm back until it was in reach enough for George to lace their fingers together. Sapnap nearly cooed out loud, looking at Dream with a wide-eyed, pouty, enamored expression that essentially read 'he is so cute, are you kidding me right now?', to which Dream nodded with his own similar expression. Sapnap squeezed his hand, pulling it back to place a gentle kiss to his knuckles before dropping their hands and letting them rest against the couch, planning to keep them intertwined until George chose to pull away.

"Okay, Sap. If you're ready, just take your pointer finger and thumb and just… pinch lightly, all up and down his inner thigh, like, this light," Dream once again demonstrated the correct pressure on Sapnap's wrist before he began, and Sapnap nodded. Seconds later, he was copying the movement on the pale, exposed skin of George's inner thigh, and the reaction he got was instantaneous. George let out a choked sound, followed by a muffled squeal and loud, hysterical laughter that he was obviously trying to hide by shoving his face into his sleeve again, even though it didn't do much. He immediately thrashed, harder than Sapnap had ever seen him squirm before. He kicked his leg wildly in Dream's grip, slammed his other foot against the couch where his leg was still pinned under Dream, bucked his hips and arched his back all while trying to twist away, and he squeezed Sapnap's hand as tight as he possibly could while twisting his wrist at the same time.

"GOD, OKAHAHAY, STOHOHOP– STOHOP, PLEHEHE– FUHUCK, PLEHEHEHEASE– STOP! STOP, I CAHAHAHA–" George begged and pleaded, his words getting lost to new bouts of laughter almost every time he attempted to get one out. His laughter was hoarse by now, and his gasps for air sounded damn near painful, and Sapnap could still feel how much his chest expanded every time he took one in, desperate for the oxygen as he didn't know when he would have the chance to take in another. "SAHAHAP– DREHEHE– OH GOHOHOD, PLEHEHE–"

"Okay, okay, okay, Sap, stop, he's had enough, he's definitely, definitely had enough," Dream said, batting Sapnap's hand away and laughing openly at how unabashedly George was begging. Sapnap immediately tugged the material of his shorts down and pressed his palm flat against George's thigh, following his leg down as Dream let it rest against the couch again. The room was void of words for a few moments, silent except for George's leftover laughter and sharp inhales and curse words.

Dream pushed himself off of George and motioned for Sapnap to follow, both of them standing up to give George some much needed room to breathe and relief from having the weight of two fully grown men sitting on him for well over 10 minutes, not counting however long Dream was on top of him alone beforehand. Sapnap turned around to face George as he stood up, resting one knee on the couch next to George's legs and slowly sitting down next to him, then reaching out to rub one hand up and down his back. Dream stepped forward and crouched next to the couch, using one hand to hold onto the arm to keep himself steady and the other to play with George's hair to help calm him down.

"Georgie? Are you doing okay, sweetheart?" Dream asked quietly, tilting his head to try and catch George's eyes, even as they remained closed. "How are you feeling?"

"Mm… mhm," George mumbled, melting into the soothing touches of the other two. "I'm good, really. Just out of breath," He explained with a chuckle, voice hoarse and scratchy. "And exhausted, oh my god, I am so tired," He finished, making all three of them laugh at the admission.

"I know, baby, I'm sorry. You're just so precious, sometimes it's hard to not fuck with you a little."

"That was 'a little', was it?" George snarked, putting air quotes around 'a little' as he quoted Dream. The other man chuckled and nodded, humming out a confirmation. "S'okay, though. Promise." George's voice was even quieter for the last part, almost a whisper, clearly embarrassed to admit it. Dream smiled softly, leaning forward onto his knee so he could press a soft kiss to the side of George's head.

"Good. Now, what do you say we all go up to my room and have a big group nap, yeah?" Dream offered, rubbing his hand up and down George's arm now. George nodded enthusiastically, whimpering at the thought of finally being able to relax and cuddle up to his two best friends.

"Yes, oh my god, yes please," He agreed, already pushing himself up onto his elbow and rubbing his eyes with the heel of his other hand. Dream giggled, glad George was still smiling and happy even after everything they'd put him through.

"Okay, good. What about you, Sap? You in too?" Dream turned his attention to Sapnap, who smiled so wide it made his nose scrunch up a tiny bit. He also nodded, equally as enthusiastically, giggling a little but.

"Yeah, absolutely, that sounds sooo fucking nice right now," He explained, before placing his hands on George's shoulders and leaning over to speak closer to his ear. "Plus, our little kitten is sleepy, isn't he? Poor baby needs all the rest he can get after that. Don't you, kitten?"

"Okahay, shut uhup–" George whined bashfully, bright blush returning to his cheeks as he scrunched his shoulder up and pushed Sapnap's head away. Both boys giggled, and Sapnap stood up, reaching his hand out for Dream to take to help him stand as well, which he gladly did.

George groaned as he turned onto his side, stretching his arms above his head and arching his back now that he was free to move his body again, before relaxing his muscles with a sigh and a hum. Before he could make a move to stand up, however, he felt a pair of arms slipping underneath his knees and back, and suddenly he was hoisted into the air and into someone's arms. He yelped and squealed, his eyes shooting open as his arms scrambled to grab the person's shoulders, and it took him less than two seconds to realize that it was Dream who had picked him up.

"DREAM! What the hell?! Let go, put me down!" George squirmed in Dream's arms, pushing at his shoulders, but Dream just shushed him and squeezed him a little tighter, and George couldn't help but relax in his hold a bit more.

"Shh, it's okay. I'm not gonna make you walk after all that, we're gonna dote on you and give you attention until you fall asleep, okay? Plus, you can barely keep your eyes open, you're exhausted," Dream explained, starting their journey to his room with Sapnap in tow, gently hitting the top of George's foot when he crossed behind them.

"That's not even true–" George tried to protest, but ironically enough he was cut off by a yawn, which he tried to muffle in Dream's shoulder but it only ended up making the squeak at the end more audible and making the other two coo at him. "Whatever. Shut up." All three boys giggled at that, and they finally reached the doorway to Dream's bedroom. Sapnap opened the door for all of them, and Dream walked over to his bed and tossed George onto it, making him scream out his name and fall into another fit of giggles as he bounced on the mattress. "You're such an idiot!"

"I know," Dream said with a wide smile, pulling the covers down the bed and tossing an extra throw blanket on the pillow for later use if anyone needed it.

They all crawled under the covers– Sapnap nearest to the wall, George in the middle, and Dream on the end– and Sapnap curled up against George's back like he was trying to superglue them together. He wrapped one arm around George's waist and the other over his chest to hold his opposite shoulder, and he pulled him close before crossing one of his legs over George's and nuzzling into the back of his neck. Normally, George would've complained and squirmed and pretended to be angry at Sapnap, but the hold and the warmth and the steady rise and fall of Sapnap's chest against his back was so instantly comforting that George was sure he could've fallen asleep right there. Dream smiled at the two before pushing himself forward as well, crossing his own arm over George's waist and worming it between the two of them. He brought his other arm up to let George rest his head on his bicep, making sure to still have his arm in a way that his fingertips could reach the back of Sapnap's head if it was out straight but the back of George's if it was bent, so he was able to keep contact with both of them. He rested his chin on top of George's head, kissing his head a few times before they all relaxed against Dream's cozy mattress. The room was silent for a bit, before Sapnap spoke up to make one final comment before they went to sleep.

"George?" He said quietly, not wanting to be too loud and startle either of his friends.

"Mhm?"

"I just wanna say thank you for letting us do that. I know that must've been, like… hell. Like, that must've been so hard to endure."

"I mean… y-yeah…" George responded, suddenly shy, reaching forward to fuss with the hem of Dream's shirt to keep himself busy. "But I'm alright, so that's what counts."

"Exactly," Dream agreed, sliding his hand off of George's waist to rest it gently on his hip, patting it as he spoke. "And you did so great, too."

"Alright, shut up, that's enough. Go to sleep."

"And who knows! Maybe one day George will be nice enough to let us do it again, with different spots!" Sapnap said with a hint of hope, pulling George closer by the waist and squeezing him tight.

"Yeah! I mean, I didn't even get to show you this spot, did I?" Dream said as he squeezed three quick times at the spot where George's hip and thigh met, making George gasp and push his hips back against Sapnap behind him.

"DON'T, Dream!"

"I'm kidding! I'm kidding, I'm not gonna do anything," Dream reassured, patting George's hip again before slotting his arm back around his waist. "We've tortured you enough for today."

"Yeah, you definitely have. Now let me sleep, Dream…"

"Okayyyyy, okay, fine. Nap time."

"Mm. G'night, idiots."

The room fell silent once again, and soon all three boys were fast asleep, curled up in each other's arms, where they were always destined to be.

#yippeeee shes finally finished <3 #lee!george #ler!dream #ler!sapnap #mushies lee!george week #cals writing

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thisfan-thismonster · 1 month ago

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Jay || 23 || They/He || ♤♡ || ADHD + ASD

-> I'm Jay!! Trans masc non-binary guy!! Currently utterly obsessed with The Eltingville Club/Welcome to Eltingville and by extension Bill Dickey. I want to throw him at a wall (lovingly).

-> Sideblog!! My main is an art blog @jay-sketchin! I'll reblog any non self ship art I make of the club from there. My other self ship blogs are @coles-scythe and @draw-your-self-ship. I made a separate blog for Eltingville stuff bc of anxiety. Also autistic hyperifxation yippie 🤠 Everything that doesn't fit any of these blogs goes to my personal sideblog @stfu-im-thinking-abt-blorbo.

-> I have a lot of F/Os, but the only ones I'll be talking about here are the club (Bill is a romantic F/O, the rest are platonic.) However, if you're following from a self ship blog, then please dni if you also ship with T.ohru A.dachi from P.ersona 4 or J.in K.azama from T.ekken, I'm extremely uncomfortable sharing them. Bill doubles are perfectly okay though!!!

-> Idk how active I'll be!! My phone hates the Tumblr app rn (it crashes constantly), mobile site is buggy and slow as hell, and I don't really use the desktop site anymore. Most of my posts here a gonna be Eltingville related and primarily be for my self ship AU + self insert OC Jay (what a creative name /j /lh)

-> DNI = Genral DNI criteria (bigots, TERFs, exclusionists, transmeds, zionists, etc.), pro//shippers or com//shippers or pro//fiction or whatever the fuck you call yourselves now, toxic anti//shippers, loli/shotacons, real people shippers, and doubles of the characters I mentioned above ^

The Self Insert OC

(Keeping it under a readmore bc I yap too much.)

Relationship chart template made by @//that0nefangi1rlinyourarea!! Idk who made the digital version of the model sheets tho :(

I'm making a separate post detailing his lore. Here's a quick basic rundown/synopsis for now. Stuff is subject to change as I figure out lore.

Jay is roughly 17/18 during the main comics and pilots, like the guys, and 26/27 during the epilogue. They're the youngest and shortest of the group.

Jay is also trans!! He uses exclusively he/him during the main comics and pilot, but switches to primarily they/them in the epilogue though they're still cool with he/him, too.

I headcanon that the guys created the club sometime in middle school when they were around 12/13. Jay joined shortly after the club's formation and was given the role of secretary of video games.

Like the others, his love of video games started out as genuine innocent enjoyment and a desire to have fun with his friends, but turned into an unhealthy obsession pushed into being a gatekeeping snob. The type to cry "fake fan" if you haven't put 300+ hours into each and every game within a series. By the epilogue, they've mellowed out significantly and has turned around to trying to make games and provide resources for up and coming developers like themself. Redemption Arc type stuff.

Bit of an artist during the comics, and can't take any criticism either. Will either blow up in anger or burst into tears, depends on if he's on his period lol. He gets severely burned on his right arm (his dominant hand) after Bill burns the comic shop down. He's still able to move and use his arm, but not with as wide of a range of motion as before. Best comparison I can make (until I draw it) is Dunban's arm in Xenoblade Chronicles, but they can still grab/grip things decently well. After becoming disabled, Jay leans more into 3D modeling and 3D art since drawing is much more exhausting/painful.

Bill and Jay develop crushes on each other shortly after meeting. They eventually figure out each other's crushes, but refuse to admit it due to pure nervousness. However, as they become more toxic people, it turns more into hostility and aggression. Constantly getting into arguments and fighting. They make each other worse </3

At some point between Bring Me The Head Of Boba Fett and Bread and Suck-Asses, they do try to start dating when Jay points out how their constant bickering is bringing down the club. They decide to just suck it up, admit to each other's faces they like each other, and start dating. Worst mistake of their lives tbh.

After The Intervention, things kind of get a little better for not only them, but between the entire friend group. Arguments are a little less intense, they don't get kicked out of Bill's house as often, and they actually start acting like friends again.

But all of that crumbles when Bill tries to get a job at Joe's comic shop. He starts spiralling and undoing all of his progress with mending his friendships and relationship, and ultimately still causes the events of This Fan... This Monster!. The fire destroys not only the shop but any chance of Jay and Bill remaining together.

And then even more stuff between This Fan... This Monster! and the epilogue + post canon stuff that I still gotta write aaaaaaaa

#pin post #dont have to like or anything if read

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dracwife · 1 year ago

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i feel so outta the loop with whats going on with that art tracer, they're also a race bender too?

okay so the art tracer has gone by many names over time. i used to be mutuals with them (i feel very stupid about it now for not recognizing them!) but they used to go by (in reverse order, from most recent to oldest):

- marco / red, who traced art back then as well (you can check my "mutuals.marco" tag for more of their art. i tried to give benefit of the doubt back then, but it is very clear their understanding of anatomy and other things does not quite line up with their physical "skill." look at the semi decent grasp of anatomical elements and proportions but entire lack of detail and messy linework on things like fingers and hair. ive noticed these things as ive gotten better also at art. they were into genshin, the quarry, and "apocalyptic" media. their card visually is the same, with the same strange typing quirks, tagging system, and carrd details as 'aray' (ie: the three emojis at the bottom of a small text box, with the key leading to i believe platonic or familial f/os i cant remember which.) marcos main f/o was buck from 911, which carried over to the 'aray' blog. theyve since deleted this f/o from their list. dina and ellie were on marcos list towards the end of that blog. that has since carried over. they also strangely had dragon ball blacklisted, as they do on their current blog, which is very likely because of the issues they have had with keke/@galedinner the past who, at the time of their old blogs deactivaton and new blogs creation, was fixated on his dragon ball f/os, and had some fairly popular posts regarding them.

- kayle, the shipper who also racefaked (at first to being wholly poc, then mixed, then 'part' native i believe because their...stepdad? was native? hello?they also faked did, and e-begged for money after causing a three-car pileup via distracted driving. they were into DC with bruce wayne always being their 'main' f/o,' and genshin. (this is where keke very bravely called out their shit, which is where their issues with him started i believe.)

- ana/anastasia, a shipper who also used to trace art, specifically DC comic art. they shipped with bruce wayne and jason todd.

- a few other blogs whom i never checked, but if you remember that "deactivation speedrun" thing that happened round a year ago on my blog, that was them also, also going by ana again. i called them out on clearly trying to weasel their way back into the community, and they immediately deactivated.

just to name a few. they didnt racebend, they falsely claimed to be poc more than once. they claimed i believe to be at points: latinx, native, and black mixed? i have talked to more than one person who has known them throughout all these blog changes/at different points throughout, as well as adding my own experience, in case youre curious as to where im getting some of these details.

this is how they drew their selfinserts (character on the right) btw, at least when they were going by marco:

i have added an image of my own arm and colorpicked directly from it, which is the the darker two colors -- mind you, i am polish and irish. im about as white as it gets ethnically, though i admit im not as pale as i could be for it. i picked from my natural tone and even from the lightest part i could see just to really try to throw a bone, and they still drew their s/is very consistently paler than me. and then claimed to be poc. (also, look at the hair. the clothes folds. the hands. its very clearly traced. no way someone is so good at facial anatomy and proportions and then...draws a hand like that. im sorry.)

its a clear pattern, and quite easy to follow through time via their interests and other small details about their blog/typing/tagging system/etc.

theyre not a great person, and im quite upset i didnt pick up on the kayle -> marco switch when it happened, but i try to give people benefit of the doubt. i have known them for years, though rarely interacted directly with them until they went by marco, though i dont know if they know i have known them so long, as i myself have gone through a few name/url changes since then (but it is all present on my blog. i have never remade attempting to 'be' someone else. i just think theyre not that smart to realize.) others im sure have more dealings with them, and feel free to add on.

#dex.ask #long post

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cookieshower · 2 years ago

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Tag Game To Better Know You! Send this to people you’d like to know better!

got tagged by @erubento tengkyu uwu. warning for lowercaps and very simple non insightful answers 👉👉

What book are you currently reading?

antropologi kuliner nusantara. except i don’t rly read books lmaoo more like i pick a page and read... a bit. then dip. lol first question and alrd disappointing. ; u;

What’s your favorite movie you saw in theaters this year?

none xixixii can’t afford.

What do you usually wear?

i rarely go out so any lounge wear. if i do go out then... like preppy but warm colours.

How tall are you?

meet me and you’ll know 🤼

What’s your Star Sign? Do you share a birthday with a celebrity or a historical event?

sagittarius,, , unfortunately i share my bday with t*d b*ndy the serial killer (real). and also the day freddie mercury died. :’-(

Do you go by your name or a nick-name?

nickname. if i hear my real name i go into fight or flight mode.

Did you grow up to become what you wanted to be when you were a child?

i didn’t become an ethereal angel nor a power ranger so no o<<............... ok ok the more grown answer: i got the ‘painter’ part but no successful part (press F).

Are you in a relationship? If not, who is your crush if you have one?

nga

What’s something you’re good at vs. something you’re bad at?

uuuhhhh i'm super honest does that count 👉👈. then copying N’s answer xixii i’m bad at socialising.

Dogs or cats?

cats.

What’s something you would like to create content for?

my blorbos...

If you draw/write, or create in any way, what’s your favorite picture/favorite line/favorite etc. from something you created this year?

no particular piece but i can draw quicker, and i finally posted aus without worrying if it’s decent enough or ‘wing it’ with no plot.

What’s something you’re currently obsessed with?

attempting to sculpt something heheh... i wanna try making what 14 yr old me coldn’t 🌚.

What’s something you were excited about that turned out to be disappointing this year?

getting my first bjd 💢 it should be here by early november but noo 😔. it’s shipped from cn and the proxy/forwarding service is slow...

What’s a hidden talent of yours?

idk....... 🚶 well this says hidden so it isn’t showing up for now!

Are you religious?

hmm a believer but i’m severely lacking in some practices lol, food restrictions wise i follow it anddd i love the annual fasting 🤩.

What’s something you wish to have at this moment?

some cash would be neat HAHAH my laptop is too ancient, phone screen cracked, leaky ceiling...etc. fr so much can be solved by money ✌️(u_u .

and that’s it if u’re reading up to this point gws

tagging anyone who wants to do this!

#ask #((kinda))

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demonanastasi · 6 months ago

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I do something similar with assigning a Deadly Sin to each day! It is for the sake of ensuring my dopamine is continuously nurtured, since my audhd makes that not be a passive thing. Here are the correspondences:

(note that I'm liable to switch Wednesday and Saturday due to how things energetically have been going with those -- switched up -- and Envy's Demon corresponding with Mercury's water element of Super Weenie Wednesday)

Monday: Sloth (Moon). Largely my first day off from work at the restaurant, and with being audhd I am out of commission on my first day off, with a lotta exec dys, etc. Just do what I can and if I can't, that is well.

Tuesday: Wrath (Mars). This is a day for working out my frustrations. In truth I've been neglecting this a tad. But this past weekend Tuesday was my first day off and I'd been pissed at large every day for like three days straight and wanted a break from thinking about what made me angry. So in a way I did the thing this past Tuesday in taking a rest from my Wrath.

Wednesday: Gluttony (Mercury). It was a tossup between Gluttony and Envy this day, and I chose Gluttony for it because of the fact I have more time to cook this day due to my work schedule. Gluttony day is wherein I make a point to feed myself at least decently, but I had a bit of trouble with that yesterday due to what a fucked weekend and Monday I had at work. Now that I've gotten a feel for Saturday double shifts I think I'll find Gluttony better served therein. We'll see. It's just been a weird week and weekend.

Thursday: Greed (Jupiter). Herein I do something involving my finances and material wants. Online window shopping? Might do that today. I know there are many things I want for my home like more actual furniture, but I spent money on two new bedsheet sets Tuesday because I could not wait on replacing my old, worn bedsheets I can only sleep on certain parts of due to sensory issues with some gunk that won't come out (sleeping on the worn places was light mental torture but better than coming into contact with THAT). Anyhoo, I happen to usually get my pay from my other job on Thursdays.

Friday: Lust (Venus). Doing something to inspire Lust in myself (like drawing my hot f/o). Point blank I have enjoyed a big O the past two Fridays and last week the whole shebang was an offering to Asmodeus. Lust is a wonderful feeling full of passion and dopamine. During my upsets regarding work this past weekend, looking at a nude I drew of Asmodeus as I portray him in my comic was one of the few things that calmed me.

Saturday: Envy (Saturn). This one could be switched with Gluttony. Anyways Envy day is for working out where I feel inadequate and also for figuring out areas wherein I want to improve. A lotta that happened yesterday (Wednesday). It was rough emotionally.

Sunday: Pride (Sun). Herein is devoted to noting what I'm good at and what brings me pride. This past Sunday, I did do that, but the worknight left me feeling like a worthless piece of shit because I in my audhd couldn't handle the tickets that kept coming and coming and coming right at close because of where my stress levels were at the time. But I wouldn't change my brain for anything in the world. My coworkers value my rigid way of organizing sets for food items. It makes sense and is clear. It is like having a superpower, and what do people with big superpowers have? Big achilles's heels to balance them out. I can't control the workload, and it can fuck me up, and that's okay! I'm still me.

Witchy Self-Care

*pulls out draft from over a year ago* ENJOY

Hi! this is a list of witchy self-care things you can do. Most of these are pretty basic on account that i wrote this ages ago but they definitely still work. Anyways, I hope these help :)

Do the dishes and dedicate it to your house spirit (if you have one) or a deity (if you're religious)

sweep/mop your floor in the shape of sigils

add rosemary (or rosemary water/essential oils) to the water you mop with to set an intention of cleansing

taking ritual a bath/shower

cleansing your energy. it's so basic but I forget more than i'd like to admit

dedicating time to yourself. it's just as important as dedicating time to your deities/other spirits

light shadow work or going to therapy. bettering your mental health also betters your spiritual.

go outside and ground yourself

take a nap (less witchy, more, I love naps. rest is important)

work out/stretch and dedicate it to an entity

do some gratitude

take 5 minutes to just sit and turn off your devices. you can use this time for anything, just take a second to get off screens and connect with the world around you

meditate. if you can't sit still long enough to meditate, just focus on taking 3 deep breathes

when you wash your face, draw sigils on your face with the cleanser and moisturiser

^do the same as above but with your body wash and when you wash your hair

say some affirmations/manifestations while brushing your teeth

just check in with yourself and see how you're feeling spiritually, psychically and emotionally. sometimes we don't actually know how we're feeling until we sit down and actually ask ourselves.

If anyone has any more to add please comment. I'll add them to the list (with credit of course)

#seven deadly sins #witchcraft #demonolatry #witchblr

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artemiseamoon · 3 years ago

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Our Lonely Hearts 3

Steven Grant x f reader /nickname Cat | ft. Marc Spector

Previous || next || fic info

Words: 2,811

⚠️warnings: moments of confusion, no outward mentions of it, but DID, mentions of injury

An: Aside from past lives being one of my fav tropes ever, there is this super fascinating thing called simultaneous past lives, where a soul can be in many bodies at once/ more than one body. So it is completely possible to have a dual past life that may line up timeline wise or be connected to the same location or time in history. This has always fascinated me and is part of this story.

AN: Two for one this week! We are back to the weekly schedule next week. Watch out for the ETA for chapter 4 mid week.

You must have checked the recipe a dozen times, making sure everything you got from the market was vegan. You were nervous.

Officially, you've never made a meal for someone but you wanted to do something special for Steven. Besides, there are only so many wraps and sandwiches a person could eat, you were happy to attempt feeding him a decent homemade meal.

You've noticed before he didn't have a full fridge and after talking on the phone yesterday, this idea came to you. If anyone deserved it, it was him and Steven happily accepted the invite.

After scrolling through what felt like dozens of recipes, you settled on Vegan Ravioli, thankfully you were able to find everything at the market, trying to make this from scratch would surely have been a disaster. You make a large salad and bake some vegan cookies for dessert, completing the night's menu.

In the back of your mind, you kept wondering if this could be considered a date, or if such a thought was too forward of you. You didn’t exactly say ‘date’ on the phone, just invited him over but you were holding regularly now, and having movie nights so maybe...just maybe...

One thing was for sure, you had first date jitters and changed your outfit 5 times. Nothing you owned seemed right or felt too much like a date outfit. You finally settled on something casual, your favorite jeans and shirt combo.

Just as everything is done and you set the table, Steven arrives. You buzz him in and a short while later he knocks on your door. When you open it, he’s wearing a smile and holding flowers.

He greets you and draws you into a hug. Steven gave the best hugs, the kind you never wanted to leave. It was so easy to melt into him and hold him tight. After greeting each other, you welcome him inside.

As you close and lock the door, he looks around, “it smells great in here.”

“Thank you.”

He notices your outfit and then glances down at himself, “I feel like a knob. I’m overdressed.”

He looked so handsome, dressed in a nice black shirt, slacks and shoes. You were certainly underdressed; maybe this was a date.

“Oh sorry, I wasn't sure what to wear," you say quickly, " please sit, make yourself comfortable. I’m going to change.”

“Oh no, you don’t have to do that.”

“I want to. It will only take a moment.”

You flash a smile and head back to your room. Once inside, you close the door and rummage through the pile on the bed. You pull out the simple dress you did try on previously. It was in your favorite color and would be the perfect complement to what Steven is wearing.

When you come back out, he’s sitting on the couch still holding the flowers. He looks nervous, it’s the cutest thing. When he sees you, his eyes light up,

“Wow. You look very nice.“

“Aww, “ you shrug, “ thank you, you look handsome. Come, let’s eat.”

Steven stands, you take the flowers from him and put them in a vase.

The nervous jitters still have a hold on you as well, but once you sit and start to eat both of you relax. You fall into a natural conversation about both your days, Steven compliments the food, much to your relief.

Steven helps you clear the table after dinner as you put the cookies there with some tea. You notice he’s doing that thing, where he wants to say something but doesn't. You try to make it easier and help him out.

“What’s on your mind?” You ask softly, placing the plate of cookies on the table.

“I was just wondering - is this a date?” He has the most innocent look in his eyes. You want to kiss him on the spot.

Grinning, you walk over to him and take one of his hands in yours, “it would be really cool if this was a date. I’d like that.”

He raises his brow. This almost feels too good to be true.

“Yes. Really.” You confirm, excitement stirring in the pit of your stomach.

Overjoyed, Steven laughs and moves closer to you. “Oh, that's great! It’s a date then!"

You nod and plant a kiss on his left cheek. Steven watches you with soft eyes. If there was any doubt left in you that the feeling wasn't mutual, you knew for sure now he was smitten with you as you were him.

Over dessert, the two of you continue to talk. Steven brings up the phone and storage locker key he found in his flat. You offer to go with him when he feels ready to check it out. He has museum shifts the next two days but considers going on his day off.

Soon the conversation shifts to all the questions he has. The missing time, Marc, Arthur, Khoshu. Though you didn't have the answers, you can tell it's comforting for him to speak to you, to have support as he tries to figure this all out.

You haven’t told him about the tall bird-like figure in your dream yet, you didn’t want to add any more stress on his plate. But once he describes what he saw that night in his building, it clicks, you saw the same thing in your dream.

The news does worry him, but you continue to talk it out and try to piece it together. If you were dreaming of what he was seeing, it had to mean something, it was connected somehow. Why would Khoshu appear in your dream? Was it a warning?

After a while, Steven asks you about your favorite show and the two of you move into the living room. Getting comfortable on the couch, you settle in, excited to share this with him. Since you both love Mythology, you hoped Steven would love this show too.

Midway through the second episode, you feel a little cold and Steven quickly notices. He unfolds the blanket on the side table and places it delicately over your shoulders, the two of you gazing into each other's eyes as he does.

“There, nice and warm.”

Steven caresses your shoulder before settling back in place. You lean into him, and he rests his arm across your shoulders. Blissfully content, you continue to watch the show together.

Soon, tiredness strikes. You struggle to keep your eyes open. You didn’t want this night to end, and tried to stay awake as long as you could. But somewhere between episodes 3 and 4, as the two of you cuddle on the couch, you slip into the land of dreams.

…

🎶🎶

The air in the room is alive, electric. You walk closer to the statue, continuing to rhythmically shake the sistrums in your hands as you approach. You feel her presence, you feel her love, you feel her power.

“To Sekhmet who is great of power, I offer my praise, O fierce-hearted lioness, great Eye of Ra, beloved of Ptah…” You continue your prayer, feeling yourself elevate to higher and higher levels of spiritual elevation...

After the ritual, you make your way up the steps. Feeling pulled by a force, you find your way to a balcony. It’s night now, the sky illuminated by a crescent moon.

As you look down at yourself, your appearance is different than before, though you were on the same lands. Your fingers, your adornments, your dress; this form is unfamiliar.

Called to the moon, you look up, gazing at it. The footsteps behind you come closer until someone stands beside you. When you look over at him, you can’t see his face. It’s hidden, blurred.

His hair is covered with the traditional headdress of the Pharaoh's warriors. In his left hand, he holds a spear, a shield in his right. His skin is brown, tan, with golden hues just like the man before.

As you observe him closer, you realize it’s not the same man, but a different one. Around his neck, he wore a special symbol, an amulet given to only the greatest of the Pharaoh's defenders.

He sets the shield aside and reaches for your hand, taking it into his own. A feeling of relief mixed with sadness fills you, this touch igniting a storm of emotions as they swell up from your gut and reach your chest. You feel a sense of relief…he’s returned, he’s come home…

As you and the man start to speak, your surroundings suddenly change. You find yourself inside of a great hall, just ahead is a pool accented with trees. You notice a figure seated and writing on papyrus. You glance down at your body, this form is familiar, it's the one you've always known in your dreams.

A feeling of happiness, of love blossoms through you as you watch the seated figure, you know him, you know this place; it’s the man from the first dream, the one who walked by your side and protected you.

You pass others as they enjoy the pool and make your way to him. As you approach, he stops what he’s doing and looks up at you. You can’t see his face, not clearly, it's blinded by the sun. Though you can't see it, it feels like he’s smiling…

...

A sudden sense of urgency fills you, taking hold and pulling you out of the dream. When you open your eyes, you find yourself alone on the couch, and a few steps away Steven is heading for the door.

Rubbing your eyes, you jump off the couch and walk over to him, “I’m sorry, I didn't realize I was tired - “ you stop cold. Something is off.

He slowly turns to look at you and something about him is…different. Adjusting your eyes, you take one more step closer, studying him.

“Steven?”

Despite the stone expression on his face, you see a flicker of recognition in his eyes, something familiar, something old. But it doesn't last long, it vanishes and is replaced by a cold stare. His brown eyes, Steven’s eyes, are completely different,

He clenches his jaw, his eyes still burning into yours, “you should have stayed asleep.”

Even his tone is off. He didn’t sound like Steven and the accent was completely gone. He starts to turn away again until his eyes catch the pendant around your neck. He stops and stares at it.

“Steven what’s-” he takes a step closer to you, a warning look in his eyes,

“Cat, go back to sleep. Forget about this.”

Just as you start to ask another question it hits you like a ton of bricks, you take in a sharp breath, “oh god. You’re not Steven!”

The way he slowly shakes his head in response is chilling, his eyes now scanning your face.

“....M-Marc?” You can feel a lump forming in your throat.

He narrows his eyes at you, his brows tense. For a fleeting second, it seems like he’s going to say something else. Instead, he turns his back to you and heads for the door.

Trying to calm the panic rising in you, you think of Steven and quickly run past Marc and cover the door with your body, blocking the lock and handle.

Marc grunts in frustration, “get out of my way.”

You maintain eye contact, standing your ground, “No. I can’t let you leave!”

Marc scoffs and looks away from you. He rests his hand on his hips, and you notice how different his posture is from Stevens.

A weird silence falls between the both of you. Your mind feels like it's working overtime trying to make sense of this and adjust to the fact that you were now dealing with Marc.

“This is what you’re going to do,” Marc’s dark eyes land on yours again, he raises his hand to point at you, then the couch, “you’re going to lay down and go back to sleep. I will not repeat myself.”

His warning and tone sent a chill down your spine but you had to protect Steven. Who knows what Marc had planned for him tonight, you couldn’t let him walk out that door without making an effort.

When you don’t move, Marc shifts his weight and firmly plants his hands on his hips. He closes his eyes, “Get out of my way.”

“No.”

Before you could blink or take another breath, Marc took hold of you, grabbing you by the waist. He picks you up, moving you away from the door. The moment his hands touch you, the energy in the room shifts, and memories flash before your eyes...

The crescent moon

The balcony

The warrior

The warrior's eyes

Marc lets you go with a jolt, his eyes wide. He shakes his head like he’s trying to release what he saw. Your pulse is racing even faster now, and you search his eyes for answers. Something’s changed in the way he’s looking at you.

Marc takes another step back, closer to the door. His face is still tense, you can feel words lingering on his lips, words he’s not sure if wants to say.

You feel frozen in place, unable to move closer or block the door again. Marc opens the door, pauses in the doorway, and glares back at you.

“You… you shouldn't be here.”

He closes the door behind him with those words, and it's like all the air in the room leaves with him.

When you finally feel able to move again, you rush into the hallway and down the stairs. When you reach the outside, it's a ghost town, not a person in sight, including Marc.

….

You couldn’t sleep that night, not after everything that happened. Any attempts to get a hold of Marc, or Steven, fell short.

With each passing hour, the guilt builds up inside of you, maybe you could have done more? But Marc was strong and had no issue moving you out of the way while being strangely gentle about it at the same time.

It’s not until later that morning that you reach him. Running on a second cup of coffee and anxiety, you show up at his apartment.

Steven opens the door looking exhausted but happy to see you, he wastes no time pulling you into a warm hug. “Cat!” He beams.

As you step inside, you try to find your words. It seemed silly asking if he remembered, you know he didn’t.

“I had another one of those dreams, it was mad…” He heads to the kitchen, “ would you like some tea? I’ll make you some. Last night was great, lovely-”

“Steven,” your somber tone causes him to stop and focus his attention on you, “I know you were wondering if…M-marc, is real…”

He walks over to you and grabs your hand, rubbing the back of it. You can see the concern in his soft puppy dog eyes.

“Last night…we both fell asleep and - ” you know what you want to say but the words are having a hard time meeting your lips, “I saw him. Marc is real.”

Stevens' expression changes, his lips slightly parted as he processes your words. He’d been questioning his sanity over and over again, wondering if he made Marc up.

“I’m so sorry. I should have stayed awake. I tried to keep him inside, I did - ”

“Oh, sweetheart,” Steven holds your face, gazing into your eyes, “ it’s not your fault. Come here.” He holds you against him, and you lock your arms tight around his body.

As you hold each other, the events of last night replay in your mind, the dreams playing in the background like a second screen. What did it all mean? Why did Marc look at you like that? What happened when he touched you? What did he mean by ‘you’ shouldn’t be here?

You try to calm your thoughts and focus on holding Steven. Just as you’re about to close your eyes, a Thoth figurine on the closest bookshelf catches your attention. Another series of images flashes in your mind's eye,

The pool

The seated scribe

The sunlight on his face

His hand in yours as you walked on the sand

You find yourself on the sand again, like before and this time he’s standing in front of you, your hands still interlaced. The bright sun starts to set, revealing more and more of his face as the golden rays pass. His dark curly hair, his forehead, his eyebrows, his eyes -

“Oh my god - “ you breathe as the vision becomes perfectly clear. Feeling back in your body, you tear your eyes away from the statue and lean back enough to look Steven in the face, his arms are still around you.

“Hey, what’s going on?” He frees one of his hands to caress your cheek,” he didn’t…h-hurt you, did he?” You see a flash of worry and anger behind his gentle eyes at the thought.

“No, he didn’t. I um,” you look down, sorting your thoughts, “I’ll tell you all about it, it happened so fast he was just, out of the door in minutes but…” you re-establish eye contact, Steven’s hanging on your every word, “I think we knew each other before, Steven. And, I don’t know how it’s possible, but I think I knew him too.”

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monsterenergysimp · 4 years ago

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Permanence

corpse husband x fem!reader

summary: you meet corpse on a stream and you’re surprised when he reaches out to you

warnings: cursing, mentions of tattooing

word count: 1.9k

notes: This is proof read but could have missed some stuff. This is my first corpse fic and my first time writing fanfic since I posted that super cringey book on wattpad when I was like 12 or something. I’d appreciate feed back so please reach out to me :)

main blog @itsmysleepover

read part 2 here!

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You were cleaning up your station so you can get home and stream. You loved your day job as a tattoo artist but you also really enjoyed streaming. It started as a way to promote yourself as an artist and the shop you worked at but it eventually became a really fun way to destress at the end of the week (or day if you were really itching to stream). “Hey Y/N was that your last client?” your boss, KC, asked as she walked to the front of the shop and put new flash drawings on the walls.

“Yes ma’am!” You said back excitedly. You finished cleaning your station and tossed your black gloves in the trash. “And you can’t trick me into staying and taking walk-ins,” you joked with her. She rolled her eyes and walked back into her office “It was one time,” she said as you slid on your jacket. As you walked out your phone buzzed in your pocket and you checked to see who had texted you. It was a message from Sean asking if you were free to play Among Us with him and some other streamers. You replied that you were on your way home right now and totally down. You were excited to see who was playing this time around since their Among Us streams are super entertaining and have gotten really popular.

On your way back you tweeted and posted to your Instagram story that you’d be streaming soon and set up all your stuff once you made it home. After a few minutes, you had a couple of thousand people watching. You entered the discord chat and Sean spoke up. “Everyone this is Y/N she’s sensitive so be gentle.”

“It’s nice to finally meet you guys and I’m not gentle, I'm ruthless,” You say into your mic and notice the chat calling you a liar. Everyone was in the lobby waiting for the game to start. “You sound way too sweet to be ruthless,” Corpse said. The countdown started and you were imposter with Charlie.

“This should be fun,” you told the stream. Yout tried playing strategically but after such a long shift your brain was mush. You saw Poki in nav and killed her then vented into shields. Not long after the body was reported and you were sure you were going to get voted out or at least sussed.

“Where was the body?” Felix asked. “Nav and I didn’t see anyone near there so whoever is imposter must have vented,” Corpse responded. Felix spoke up again. “I think I saw Y/N walk that way and I haven’t seen her since.”

Shit, shit, shit shit. “I’m in shield right now so-” you said trying to defend yourself but Charlie spoke up. “I was doing tasks with her earlier and I saw her walk into shields so she’s safe but I’m still not sure about Rae.” Everyone discussed a bit more and some people, including Corpse, voted for you but Rae got the majority vote and was ejected. You released your breath and kept playing being extra careful.

“Okay, guys that was super close. Corpse knows and is out to get me,” you said to the chat. You were eventually voted off but one round later victory was written across your screen with your ghost and Charlie’s avatar. “Good game guys,” Corpse said.

“I told you guys I was ruthless!”

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You sat at your station doing nothing because a client had canceled a four-hour session. You were listening to music and sketching some stuff but you were bored out of your mind and you didn’t want to leave in case you got a walk-in. The music got quiet as you received a twitter notification saying someone had messaged you. You reached for your phone and saw you had gotten a dm from Corpse.

C: hey :)

You didn’t know what to respond. You were mostly confused as to why he decided to message you out of the blue. Did he want something? But what would he want?

Y: Hii! This is sudden

C: was i bothering you?

shit sorry!

Y: Youre fine I wasn’t doing anything rn

C: how has your day been

i dont usually do stuff like this

Y: Im glad you did im doing better now I was so bored

C: what were you doing that was so terrible

Y: NOTHING! thats the problem :(

C: im sure youll find something to do

You stared at his message. Unsure what to respond.

Y: Im gonna give myself a tattoo

C: what?

NO!

You tossed the needles you used for your tattoo into the sharps box. “Oh my god you didn’t,” KC said. She noticed the wrap on your calve from the tattoo you just gave yourself out of boredom. “It’s not my fault I didn’t have anything else to do!” You said trying to defend yourself. She sighed and just shook her head. “Just go home business is slow today.” It was raining so the shop probably wasn’t going to get a walk-in anyway and you didn’t have any more clients for the day. It was only 2 pm but you drove home and after making lunch for yourself decided to stream. You weren’t expecting too many people so it was bound to be super chill. Your leg felt sore reminding you of the tattoo. You snapped a quick pic of the fresh jack-o-lantern on the side of your calve and messaged it to Corpse.

Y: [image] it came out nice!

C: thats super cool actually

i was concerned why you would just give yourself a tattoo but i found your instagram and youre super talented

Y: Thank you!

For some reason, it felt strange to just have that be the end of your response.

Y: Im about to start streaming if you wanted to watch

[link]

C: ill be watching ;)

What’s that supposed to mean?

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

You sat in your apartment watching tv, hand lost in a bag of Doritos, and scrolling through twitter. You had stopped paying attention to the anime playing on the screen since you’ve watched it a hundred times and knew you wouldn’t miss anything. It was Saturday and you usually take those days off. Take the time to do chores or meet up with some friends but today you felt like not doing any of those things. As you continue your endless scroll (not helping the twitter addiction you told yourself you’d try to get a handle on) you got a message from Corpse.

C: wanna talk?

You looked down at the message unsure of how to answer. It was a simple yes or no and the obvious answer was yes. You and Corpse had started talking more regularly. You still didn’t have each other’s phone numbers but it was fine. Your conversations weren’t too big-- just you sending him memes, tiktoks, and telling him how much you liked the songs he would drop. Or him complimenting a tattoo you did. Sometimes he’d message you during streams telling you funny stuff his fans would say in the chat and you’d do the same. You learned a bit about each other but nothing too deep or serious. Like how you two lived a few cities away and you both really liked Donnie Darko. When Sean first invited you to that game out of everyone else there you were most excited to meet Corpse. He’s just so sweet and funny. Of course, you’d love to talk to him but you were also itching to talk to him and the last thing you’d ever want to do was make him uncomfortable.

Y: Yeah id love to talk

Here goes nothing.

Y: Wanna facetime or something?

No pressure or anything it could even be a regular call

I think facetime is just my default lol

You sent those last two messages quickly after you had sent the first. You wished you could know what he was thinking. It was killing you to think you had turned him off from talking to you completely. You put your phone down on the couch and went to wash your hand of Dorito dust. When you got back from the kitchen you turned off the tv and tossed yourself onto the couch.

Still no message.

Why am I so fucking stupid?

Just as you were standing up to stretch from sitting on the couch all day your phone buzzed. You reached for it fast and looked to see that it was him. You became super excited still not even knowing what the message said. It could have told you to never talk to him again for all you knew.

C: sure lets facetime

xxx-xxx-xxxx

You had his phone number. You added him to your small but growing contact list and called. You sat on your couch waiting for a response when he finally picked up the screen was black. It didn’t upset you; you kind of expected it and didn’t care what he had to do to make himself more comfortable during this call.

“Hey,” he said. His voice was raspier than usual.

“Did you just wake up?” You asked and looked at the time. It was about a little past noon and you had only eaten Doritos all day. Shit, you should probably make a decent meal.

“Not that long ago but yeah,” he responded and giggled. That giggle.

“Well, I’ve eaten nothing but Doritos all day while rewatching Ouran High School Host Club, so you’re welcome to join me as I make myself something to eat.”

“Sounds like fun; what are we eating?”

“I don’t know yet,” You said as you stood up and made your way to the kitchen. You opened the pantry and looked. You noticed a can of diced tomatoes and reached for it then checked the expiration date. It was still good. On your counter were some onions and garlic. “How about some tomato soup?”

“Sounds delicious.” you smiled at Corpse and your phone screen not knowing if he was also looking at his screen or not. “You’re really pretty-- you know that?”

“Thanks, but you don’t have to--”

“I’ve already told you what an incredible artist you are so many times I bet you’re tired of hearing it, but you already know what a talented artist you are.”

“That is very kind of you Corpse,” you said to him bashfully as you chopped the onion and opened the can of tomatoes. “But once again you don’t have to reach so far to compliment me.”

“I’m not reaching you are talented and beautiful and--”

“I thought I was pretty.” You could hear him chuckle with a smile on his face. “You’re both,” he said. You could feel your face getting warm from blushing.

“Fuck you you’re making me blush. My face is all hot and stuff.”

He laughed at how flustered you got. “That’s the cutest thing ever.”

You didn’t know how to respond so you just put some olive oil in a pot and tossed in your onions. It became silent but it was a comfortable silence. You turned the stove on and watched the flame for a few seconds. “If it was dark we could pretend we were together and having a bonfire or something,” you said to the phone as you turned the camera to show him the flame (still not 100 percent sure if he was looking at you or not).

“I’ll put it on the list of things to do when you visit me someday.”

#corpse husband #corpse husband x reader #corpse husband imagine #corpse husband imagines #corpse husband x y/n #youtubers #caffeinated ramblings

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fuckallthegood0nesweretaken · 3 years ago

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Jaime X Reader - NSFW Alphabet

Title: NSFW Alphabet

Words: 1257

Warnings: NSFW content below the cut! Read more may not work on mobile, procede with caution

A/N: I’m trying to clear out my ask box, so if you had asked something a while ago, I’m going to post it soon. If you’d like to request something, please do! I just might not get to it super soon.

Game of Thrones Masterlist

Masterlist

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A-Aftercare

Jaime in the beginning seasons would be terrible at aftercare.

There would be no cuddling of any sort and if you were lucky, he would clean you up.

This is partly because of his position in the Kingsguard and partly because of Cersei. He was sort of afraid someone was going to catch the two of you but if he was being honest with himself, he truly did not care about what you were feeling.

Jaime in the later seasons, however, would be better at aftercare.

No matter what, he would clean you up and if it was available, draw you a hot bath to relax in.

He would be newer to the cuddling, having only really done that with Cersei, but he’d grow to love it with you as well

B-Body Part

Jaime’s favorite body part of his would be his cock.

His pride goes through the roof when he doesn’t even have to use his hands to make you a shaking, moaning mess.

If he had to pick something else though, he would pick his mouth.

His full lips and flexible tongue get the job done just as good as his cock and he enjoys being between your legs.

His favorite body part of yours would be your thighs.

He loves the way they wrap around his waist when he’s fucking you hard and he loves sinking his teeth into them when he goes down on you

C-Cum

Jaime loves watching you cum. He loves to see the way your face scrunches up in pleasure and the way your pussy just sucks him in makes his eyes roll into his skull.

Jaime also loves watching his cum drip out of your swollen cunt or out of the corners of your mouth.

If he did cum in your mouth, he always wants to see it pool in your mouth before you swallow it

D-Dirty Secret

This would be the fact that he fucked his twin sister and is the father to all of her children.

E-Experience

Jaime’s pretty experienced

He had a plethora of lovers before he and his sister became romantically involved and he fucked Cersei a lot after

F-Favorite Position

He loves it when you ride him

He can see your tits jiggle and his cock sinking into your pussy

His fingers have easy access to your clit and he can kiss you and mark you up without having to go far

G-Goofy

Jaime can be both, it really just depends on a few things

If the two of you are alone with no possibility of being interrupted, he will let go a little bit and not be as serious

If you’re in a place with a chance of being walked in on, he will be more serious and in control

H-Hair

Jaime doesn’t really care about how his pubic hair looks.

If it’s a thing to you, he’ll trim it up and make it look nice, but if it isn’t, he won’t touch it

I-Intimacy

Intimacy ties in with aftercare.

He’s not a very intimate person in the beginning, he learned along the way so it would be very rare to see Jaime be intimate then

In the later seasons, he’s gotten a bit better and you can see that he wants more than just a quick fuck from time to time

J-Jack Off

When Jaime was younger, he’d masturbate at least twice a day.

Now that he’s older, he doesn’t do it as often, but he still does it

If you pass by him and you’re wearing his favorite dress and there’s no time for a quickie, he’ll rub one out

He prefers to fuck you instead of his hand, but if he has to masturbate, he will

K-Kink

Hair pulling

Whether it’s him doing the hair pulling or him getting his hair pulled, Jaime loves it.

He also loves biting you and leaving marks

With the biting, he prefers doing it instead of receiving it. When he’s no longer in the Kingsguard, he doesn’t mind being marked but it’s a no-go when he’s in it

L-Location

The bedroom is his number one spot, but he really doesn’t mind fucking you somewhere else.

M-Motivation

For the most part, it doesn’t take Jaime much to be ready to fuck

The breeze could make your hair move and he’d want you bent over with your hair twisted into his hand

Some wine could be falling from the corner of your mouth and he’d imagine it was his cum instead

All these little things live in Jaime’s brain and if there’s time, he’s going to fuck you

N-No

He doesn’t want you leaving marks on him.

He also wouldn’t do anything you wouldn’t want to do

O-Oral

Jaime absolutely loves going down on you

Sure, he loves receiving a blowjob from you, but he prefers giving

He takes pride in the way he can make you cry out from just his tongue and how he can get you all worked up just by dragging his nose up and down your thighs, barely even touching you properly

P-Pace

Jaime’s pace all depends on where you are and how long you have.

It’s the middle of the night and you’re in his bedroom? Slow

It’s just past noon and he’s taking a break to eat? Fast

Q-Quickies

Jaime doesn’t mind quickies, they get the job done and both parties are left satisfied. He just prefers to have more time spent giving and receiving pleasure

R-Risks

Jaime isn’t much of a risk taker.

He was when he was younger, but not so much anymore

The novelty of it wore off and he likes to keep to what he knows and is good at

S-Stamina

Jaime has a good amount of stamina

He can’t go on for hours and hours on end, but every time he fucks you, it lasts at least twenty minutes

T-Toy

Jaime doesn’t own any toys and has never used them on himself or on a partner

If you suggested using one, he’d be a little hesitant but he’d try it

If he ends up liking it, expect it to become a regular thing in the bedroom

U-Unfair

Jaime can be a little shit if he decides he wants to tease you.

He may not be able to fuck you for hours on end, but he can definitely go down on you for hours

He’ll tease you by just brushing past your pussy but not touching it, leaving to go mark up your thighs and hips.

His fingers will ghost around sensitive areas, barely touching your skin

If he’s in the mood to make you shake and cry, he’s going to be a tease

V-Volume

Jaime isn’t a loud lover

He’s always had to watch his volume in order to not be caught fucking Cersei so it’s just become a habit at this point

The most you’ll get out of him are some groans and you’ll mostly feel those and not hear them

X-XRay

Jaime is about average, maybe just a little above

His cock is six inches and not super girthy

Y-Yearning

His sex drive is decent, not too high but not super low either

It doesn’t take a lot to get him going, but he knows when to control himself

Z-ZZZ

Jaime doesn’t fall asleep quickly after sex, even if it’s in the middle of the night

It takes him a good hour to be able to rest comfortably and most likely another hour or so after that to actually fall asleep

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jawabear · 4 years ago

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Marcus Moreno NSFW Alphabet

Not my GIF

A/N: You know I had to write one for this boy. It would be wrong not too. As with the others, these are just my interpretations of his character and may differ to yours, but please be respectful of others’ views. Hope you enjoy. Sorry for any mistakes. Stay safe.

Genre: smut

Warnings: fem!hero!reader, mentions of sex, but nothing explicitly described, Pedro Pascal comes with his own warning

Summary: An A-Z of Marcus Moreno’s bedroom antics...

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Marcus is such a kind man. He’ll make sure you’re okay. And he’ll make sure you don’t need anything before pulling you into his arms if you’re in bed. If you’re else were, he’ll still make sure you’re alright, making you look perfect before you get to where ever you’re meant to be.

B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On you, he finds your neck irresistible. Other than your lips, it’s his favourite thing to kiss. He loves to mark it with bites that show everyone you belong to him. He loves to bury his face into your neck while he fucks you, he loves the way your fingers feel in his hair when he does.

On him, he’s rather fond of his arms and his tights (so am I). Mainly because he likes it when you grip his arms when he fucks you, and he loves when you ride his thighs. It’s one of his favourite things, and you always seem to enjoy yourself when you make yourself come on his thighs.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

He loves to come on you. Over your breasts, your stomach...

And he loves to come in your mouth, he loves to see you swallow his come.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Before you two got together, and after his wife died, he would find him self in need of release. And being one of Heroics as well, there were many clips of you online doing awesome super hero things. He loved watching those. He loved watching the way you moved. The way your muscles flexed. The way you beat up the bad guys so effortlessly. And it was so sexy. He’d watch them in the dead of night while getting himself off. But he doesn’t know if he should ever tell you, because it is a little weird.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

I mean, he’s got a kid. Clearly he knows what he’s doing.

He certainly does know what he’s doing. He knows where exactly to touch you to make you feel good before you even know.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He’s a big fan of the classic missionary because he can see your face and kiss you as well as being able to hold your hands which is a big thing that he likes to do.

He also loves when you are on top. Riding him, facing him or not or riding his thighs. He also loves 69......

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He can be more funny then serious depending on his mood and the circumstances for the sex. He likes to enjoy it and wants to make sure you are enjoying it as well so if he needs to make you laugh he will. But he is mostly serious when it comes to sex.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He’s pretty neat down there. It seems he takes more care of his hair down there than he does on his face or his head.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Marcus is a very romantic person. He wants to make sure you are happy. He wants to make sure you know how much he loves and worships you. So he will do whatever he can to put those points across to you as he makes love to you. This would usually be by kissing you for an extended amount of time or just simply telling you how much he loves and adores you.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

As stated before, in the time he was on his own, he would jack off quite a lot at night or in the shower (mostly to the thought of you). But now, less so. He’ll still do it on the odd occasion, say if your out on hero business, but you’re usually there to help him out if he needs it.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He wants to be your hero. So he’s a big fan of role play. He loves when you decided to put yourself “in danger” for him to have to come and rescue you. Or you acting as someone who is evil and he has to stop you...and punish you.

And he has a slight weapons kink. He would never hurt you with the blade but something about seeing you with his katanas and nothing else drives him mad.

And I’m not saying he has a daddy kink, but I wouldn’t put it past him....

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Bedroom. Or the shower. He doesn’t really have a preference between the two. But he’ll go anywhere as long as you are comfortable and happy.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

A lot of things came get him going. The main ones being when you are in your hero uniform or when your fingers with lightly brush over any part of him.

But mostly the uniform. Definitely the uniform. Yours or his....

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

As much as he loves the role play and the weapons, he’d never actually use it to draw blood or cause you any sort of discomfort.

And he wouldn’t want to have sex in a public setting where people could see. He’s not so much against say touching you under the table or what ever, but if it came down to him having to fuck you in front of someone he wouldn’t do it.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Marcus loves to be between your legs. He’ll eat you out at any given moment. He’s all about pleasing you. And he loves the way you squeak, moan and whimper as he eats you. As well as the way you grab at him to hold his head closer to you.

But he’s an absolute sucker for you sucking him off. As mentioned, he loves to watch you swallow his come. And he loves the feeling of your mouth and tongue on him. You can easily turn him into mush the second your tongue touches his dick.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He’s kind of in the middle. He can be both extremes (favouring slow and sensual) but he falls some where in between. He’s not exactly slow, but he’s not exactly fast. But somehow it’s the perfect balance that gives you the best orgasms of your life.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He’s not too against them. Sometimes that’s what it will have to be, what with his job and Missy being around.

Sometimes it will have to be a quick fuck in the supply cupboard at HQ. Or a quick one in the kitchen before Missy comes down for breakfast.

But he much prefers to take his time with you.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He used to risk his life every day fighting the dangers of the world, and that mentality does transfer to the bedroom.

If you want to try something, he’ll do it. Unless it’s super dangerous or really really risky.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He’s not a young as he used to be so he can’t go for that many rounds. In a row that is. If you spaced them out over the days he could got for quite a few. But in a row he’s good for about two.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He’s never really needed them so he’s never really owned any. But when you brought your trusty little purple vibrator to the party, he grew embarrassingly fond of it. He loves to watch you use it on yourself and he loves using it on you while he eats you out, making you scream. And he likes it when you use it on him, teasing him with it or taking him all the way.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He not necessarily a tease with actions, more with faces or words. He’ll constantly be whispering dirty things into your ear whenever he gets the chance and he’ll send you sexy looks or winks from across the room. He’s very good at getting you worked up with our having to touch you.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

With Missy in the house, it’s very much hush hush. For multiple reasons that are pretty obvious. But when she’s gone, he doesn’t hold back. He lets out every sound he had to hold in. He’s not exactly loud, he just makes a lot of noises. But they’re amazing to listen too.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Marcus does find it difficult to make the first move. Even when he does, when just charges at you or something, he will always backtrack or stop to ask you if you want it. You will always want him and you’ve told him that on many occasions but it doesn’t seem to stick in his head. He’s just too sweet to let the beast inside him run free for once.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

He’s pretty decent. He’s longer than he is thick but he’s perfect for you.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

To be fair, it’s not all that high. He has a lot on his plate and sex is usually quite far down the list. He’s so busy all the time that he barely even has time for sex. Which is kind of sad and annoying for both you and him, but most of the time you’re pretty busy as well.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

His mind never stops so he finds it difficult to sleep full stop. But sex always seems to relax him enough to make him feel comfortable in getting some sleep. But he is a very light sleeper. And he won’t fall asleep until he has checked you are okay and he’s given the house a once over to make sure everything was locked and everything was where it should be. He’ll take a quick peek into Missy’s room to make sure she is okay before he comes back to bed and eventually falls asleep with you wrapped in his arms.

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river-bottom-nightmare · 3 years ago

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Nightwing 83 Review

guess who isn't weeks late this time. my opinion of the series is going up a little bit. it's still not great, but i'm not actively put off by it anymore the way i was after 81. not going to tag as spoilers, but be warned that they are under the cut

i’m sure you all are well aware of this but now, but dear god i love bruno redondo’s art. like, an unhealthy amount. the pink and blue is getting to be a theme with either him or just this run, but i am definitely enjoying it. the movement in this cover is clearly obvious, but well done. you recoznize right off the bat that the cover was drawn to drag your eyes down the page until you get to the bottom, but you enjoy the whole ride there.

also, redondo’s way of drawing a character in stages of action so we can see just how much they’re doing in a split second of movement is quickly becoming something i like to see drawn with dick, and any other character that has that sort of ease of movement and body sense, like cass or sin or maybe a super.

and he’s in action the entire time! there’s shot drawn just to show off a shirtless comic book character, the way nightwing is so often subjected to. he’s shirtless because he’s changing his clothes, and that’s all we see, no more and no less. very practical, very well done. i like it.

he looks so cute right here oh my god. the little squint, the hair curls. it’s adorable.

but also like. unless melinda has specifically outfitted the door spyhole so that the person on the other side can’t see dick looking through it (and in all honesty she might have) then everyone on the other side can see dick looking through that door.

bringing your attention back to the “i can’t see melinda’s fbi file oh no!! it’s redacted!! whatever can we do!!” stupidity. redacted files are child’s play for oracle, and definitely doable for both dick and bruce. so that’s bullshit.

now, melinda apparently grew up with the maroni family, then took down part of the family from the inside. the maroni family is a large and notable presence in gotham, one that bruce pays a respectable amount of attention to. he definitely would have grown suspicious when two members of the maroni family were taken down, and with some investigation, he would have discovered melinda’s plan. and it should go without saying that the majority of things you see batman doing? dick can do it too.

it’s not so much that i don’t like how clever the villains/antiheroes are getting. i don’t like how dc heroes are increasingly written as less intelligent. they seem to be relying on pure fighting skills or luck, which may be the case for a couple heroes, but has never been the case for most of dc’s big name heroes, the bat family included. it’s irritating to me to see this sort of stuff pop up as a major plot point when i know that, if dick or bruce had been written with the amount of skill and power that they canonically possess, this entire mess would have been sorted out years ago.

unrelated but dick and melinda have the same hair

this may just be me, but i was always under the impression that dick doesn’t really have a “double life???”

yes, he’s talented enough to create enough differences between robin/nightwing and dick grayson’s mannerisms, way of movement, voices, and speech patterns so that it’s very difficult to put the two together.

but nightwing has never been separate from dick grayson, not the way bruce and batman is. he’s always leaned more towards clark in that aspect: his hero persona is an exaggerated, stately, larger-than-life version of who he really is. there’s no second persona, no real “dick grayson identity” and “nightwing identity.” they’re the same person with the same goals, ideas, and skills. one just pretends to abide by the law, and one gives up pretense of that.

oh good thank god. if he’d trusted her right off the bat (hehe. bat.) i would have slapped him upside the head. at least he’s still got instincts.

gosh the colouring on this is cool. the red has enough purple and pink tones to it that it doesn’t abruptly ruin the tone of the artwork. but it’s definitely glaring enough to take the reader outside of this personal moment they had slipped into between dick and melinda, to put them back in the present where they’re reminded that oh yea there are people hunting dick down.

the next panel keeps this up too, in a less severe way. melinda’s bodyguard shows up (i forgot her name sorry :[ ) and subtly places us in the middle of an action scene rather than a private, personal scene.

laughing so fucking hard have our little vigilantes grown so accustomed to breaking into places that it doesn’t even register as a crime anymore??? tim coming in through the fire escape to pick bernard up for their date and being very much confused as to why bernard is freaking out.

i really like melinda’s shirt and now despite all the work i have to do and the fucking conference i have to host on monday i want to spend hours scrolling through clothing shops online trying to find this shirt. the mock neck/neckline is so cool i want it

so roland just assumes that a very dangerous vigilante who is highly talented in combat and a very dangerous bodyguard who is also highly talented in combat had a fight that ended with this very dangerous bodyguard being tied up and she looks completely fine? roland just assumes that her having no visible wounds or bruises means that they got into a fight and she lost that easily? uh. aight then

dick what are you doing. legitimately what the fuck are you doing. why are you posing oh my god. you are injured and tired and in absolutely no position to go hand to hand with one of main enemies. jesus christ run away or head to lower ground or something. don’t just stand around letting the floodlights show exactly where you are.

i don’t understand what he’s trying to do here??? blockbuster fully bought the story that dick fought them both, won, tried to get info out of them and failed, then hightailed it out of there. he didn’t have to draw roland out for a fight.

but it does look cool. the way the light just highlights his silhouette and the blue parts of his costume does look badass. he does get style points in my book for this.

w h a t d i d i f u c k i n g t e l l y o u , d i c k ?

very classic superhero line and it does sound like something dick would say in a fit of righteous rage but also it makes me laugh so hard because all vigilantes think they’re so powerful that the law doesn’t apply to them. dick vigilantism is illegal. you’re acting above the law and pretending it doesn’t apply to you. hypocritical much?

it happens so often in superhero movies, tv shows, comics, whatever and it makes me giggle every damn time.

pretty decent comeback but before i start seeing people writing blockbuster as a thug i’m going to remind you that he made a deal with a demon for genius level intellect. if this turns into another bane situation i’m going to be a little miffed. he’s a smart man, which makes him a dangerous and infinitely more interesting enemy for nightwing.

this is so horribly in character i want to scream. (or. at least. it lines up with one of the versions of nightwing i have in my head.) he’s running right towards the bullets, miraculously doesn’t get shot, while making a sort-of pun. i hate this so much. i love him.

this is cool. this art is really really cool.

he leaped from a building right towards a helicopter that’s actively shooting at him, but none of the bullets are touching him. none of the corruption of the city can touch him no matter how hard it tries, because he’s too good to be corrupted. Comic Book Logic Can Be Good Sometimes Actually.

batman’s belt what??? swiss army knife who?? sorry, i only know nightwing’s bright blue escrima.

this is one of my favourite things about heroes with exceptional abilities, even more so if the hero is human. the things they can do are so far beyond the realm of normal human abilities that it’s equal parts terrifying and awe-inspiring every time they act.

he just used modified grappling wires to hook to the door of a moving helicopter, swung around the helicopter safely without hitting the blades, gained exactly the right momentum to swing upward again right through the opening of helicopter, then fought and tied up the men before they had any idea what was happening. that’s near impossible to do.

it’s stuff like this where i just sort of sigh in contentment. no matter how many times they leave out dick’s detective skills or conveniently forget that he’s actually a master planner and team leader and make him out to be this forgetful dude who makes everything up on the fly because of his “circus roots,” at least they won’t ever take away dick’s sheer physical ability honed to perfection.

the art, too! in a few panels, dick’s drawn a little lightened or blurred. he’s moving so quickly and fighting so efficiently that he can barely be seen by the enemy. he’s got perfect form all the way through.

and THIS!

there was a helicopter that had five men shooting at him with what looks like machine guns. most people would be dead. some would run away, and be nimble enough to survive without fatal hits. there are very few people, even in fucking comic books, who can look at that hopeless situation and turn it around so quickly and thoroughly that he benefits from it instead.

i just. love nightwing.

it was funny the first time as a comic reader aware of the meme. it’s really not anymore. why the hell would you, in universe, be wearing a shirt that has a picture of your boyfriend being hit in the face by his father.

okay that was funny.

look at lil bitewing, so concerned for her human!!! love her sm.

also a question as to the timeline of things. is nightwing happening before or after urban legends?

i was so distracted by dick wearing a robe and briefs and nothing else that i didn’t register the second part until later. he slept for two days?? babs, baby, he recently had a very traumatic brain injury. why do you sound so nonchalant?

@TIM X COFFEE SHIPPERS GET FUCCCCKKKKEEDDDDD

ngl i totally forgot about that dude oops

this comic is giving so many reaction pictures. you know how you always use the worst possible picture of your friend for your friend’s contact picture? i’m just getting so many of these.

leslie!!! the titans!!! lucius!!! dick going to go see old friends!!!! the titans!!! this part made me so irrationally happy it really did. gar being the one to just. offer dick solutions with open arms. this was the best

i wish i could just copy and paste this entire scene, but that would take up way too much space, so i’m just going to talk about it instead.

you gave me my name, nightwing, and you gave me some of the best advice i’ve received in my life: beautiful little throwback to nightwing’s origin. you’d be surprised at the amount of people who don’t know where the name came from, or who don’t know how much clark means to dick. and the fact that dick still looks up to clark as a hero, recognizes that clark isn’t always perfect and yet continues to hold him in such high esteem, and still looks back on advice that clark gave him fondly just warmed my heart so much.

for a man who has fearlessly stood up to darkseid, bruce will do a lot to avoid a conversation: “grrr. i’m the BATMAN. i’m so DARK and MYSTERIOUS. nobody knows the true me. no one ever will. i will be LONELY for the rest of my CURSED LIFE. such is the price of a hero. ignore my farmer himbo husband in the background”

but i don’t think there’s anything heroic about being a billionaire: another nod to how much dick follows clark’s example rather than bruce. yes, this was a very poignant and important criticism, and i think it’s wonderful that this was published in a pretty popular comic book. but the thing is, there is a way to be a heroic billionaire, but only in fictional universes. the way bruce, ollie, t’challa only ever use their wealth to help people. they donate massive amounts of money to charities that they themselves create so they know exactly how the money is being used. they hire people who aren’t likely to get jobs anywhere else and pay them much more than what a base living wage is. they use their power to help push progressive laws and social change. they are helping.

dick doesn’t fully see it that way. he spent more than half his childhood the son of a billionaire, but still believes that one could be more heroic when one doesn’t have obscene amounts of wealth. whose example do you think he followed to come to that conclusion?

superman looked up to alfred pennyworth?: i mean yea alfred may have been a wildly irresponsible guardian and one hell of an enabler but goddamn if he didn’t love his kid.

you don’t need my input. you’ve thought it all through: ooooooh this line made me grin. for so long, dick’s treated clark as a mentor and a guiding figure. he’s still seen as a kid, an up and coming, snot-nosed titan with dreams of a better world. clark still thinks of him as a kid, despite watching him grow up. but this little line was something i think dick needed sorely to hear. he doesn’t need anyone’s guiding hand on his shoulder, he doesn’t need to ask for permission. he doesn’t need clark to support him the way he did when he was a teenager. he’s all grown up now, and he doesn’t need clark’s help. i imagine it was a bit of a surprise for dick to hear that.

honestly, i couldn’t think of a better role model: ohhh but it doesn’t stop there. clark just straight up turns the tables on dick. imagine you’re dick, and you’ve looked up to this one hero your entire life, and then one day he turns to you and says that he thinks you’re so kind and smart and worthy of a person that he wants you to mentor his son!? goes to show just how much clark trusts dick.

i swear to god dick probably cries every time he hears clark compliment him because bruce is so rare and sparing with his praise that clark giving him the slightest hint of approval is just a dopamine rush.

also, now deathstroke and superman have both asked nightwing to mentor their kids. the juxtaposition is fuckin hysterical. imagine either of their reactions when they realize what kind of company they’re with

lets talk colours for a second, because i absolutely adore how classic colour tropes have been subverted in this comic, and in this general run really.

warm tones have usually (usually, not always) been associated with light and comfort and friendship and,,,,,well,,,warmth. whereas cool tones are usually used to unsettle, or make a scene seem colder and put the reader on edge. this varies if a comic only uses cool tones, or only uses warm tones, but if a comic uses both, this is generally well-used.

that isn’t the case in this run.

dark red, orange, and other warm tones have been used to symbolize danger, action, attacks. hot pink isn’t usually included in this colour group, but it’s definitely part of it in this case. in contrast, scenes that have cool colours give us the impression of slipping into a comfortable, calm scene with babs, tim, the titans, and other allies. even the beginning scene with superman has this blue, but then it transitions into something more golden coloured. dawn broke over dick, as his new idea came to light, and that was reflected in the art (and the sunrise setting.)

have there ever been times when dick’s longed for the comfort of his mask because he didn’t feel confident as dick grayson? i can’t think of any. i may be wrong, but this struck me as pretty ooc.

am i just??? gay and reading this all wrong??

cause i was under the impression that when someone says they are grateful for your friendship you don’t immediately kiss them.

or is this like. normal straight mating rituals.

i mean he’s smiling afterward but still babs aren’t you supposed to at least make sure it’s okay first? you guys broke up a while back after you said something along the lines of “i want to be coworkers with you and nothing more because i don’t trust you or feel comfortable around you as a civilian anymore.” like lmao after you say something like that to someone i would assume that you don’t have the permission to just kiss them whenever you want.

show of hands who else got real sad when they realized dick was talking about himself in this.

sure, he could be referencing the things he’s seen blockbuster pull, and the children on the streets. but “i’ve seen money used for enforcement,” sounds a little too close to dick’s entire life being destroyed by one man threatening the circus to pay protection money for me to completely ignore. and “i’ve seen the poorest and most vulnerable blamed and punished rather than assisted” becomes a lot worse when you remember dick was thrown in juvie for a couple months until bruce was able to obtain legal guardianship, and in there, not a authority figure believed him when he told them his parents were murdered.

he’s lived this before.

a. mother. fucking. typo.

fucking why

i mean i’ve stated my distaste for the batfamily groupchat before but like. this is reaching new levels of ridiculousness. jason sounds like he was written by a fanfic writer. tim sounds like he was written by a fanfic writer. steph sounds like she was written by someone who doesn’t know the first thing about steph and wanted to include her for “family points!!!!!” damian’s supposed to be completely off the grid, and everyone’s searching for him. i do love the way cass texts tho.

well god fuck now i’m crying

dick got a phone call, a sorry, and a thank you out of bruce. i feel so much secondhand happiness for him, if that’s a thing. we’ll just ignore the way bruce looks ugly af and focus on the good parts okay?

and again with the colour symbolism here!

i’m either going to love this or hate this. who knows, we’ll see.

something something hearts something something pink is an evil colour something something. i need to know more about this guy but there’s definitely symbolism there.

is it just me or does this dude look like the backstabbing traitorous absolutely motherfucking piece of shit villain that killed tadashi hamada in big hero 6?

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years ago

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Survey #534

“i wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name”

Are you afraid of dying? Not for the most part, but the fucked up idea that there's possibly a hell for people who simply don't believe in God exists has somewhat clung to me since I was young and raised Christian. I personally don't believe there is, but what do I really know? Would you rather use a trackpad or a mouse? A MOUSE. I hate trackpads. Have you ever done any volunteer work? Yeah. If you could have one wish right now, what would it be? I want my period to fuck off alskfjalkwje it came early because for whatever stupid reason, the hospital didn't keep me on it while I was there. Do you like getting massages? It'd be super awkward and uncomfortable if it wasn't my s/o. Do you wear glasses? Ugh, yes, but I haven't since the hospital. They broke for good, so I haven't been able to see a goddamn thing. What kind of person were you in middle school? Cringy, awkward, outgoing-ish, and my depression was starting to creep in. Do you like French toast? YESSSSSS. Have you ever played with Silly Putty? Yep yep, I loved it as a kid. Do you own any Uggs? No, they're so ugly. Are you wearing any rings on your fingers? Two. Name a TV show that you absolutely can't stand. I haven't watched it and never will: 13 Reasons Why. I just feel like it covers too serious and personal things that shouldn't be broadcasted via TV. I read and liked the book, but that's it. Do you look like your age? Apparently not; a girl at the hospital thought I was like, 19, ha ha. Do you feel confident in a bathing suit? Absofuckinglutely not. Have you ever been told you had an accent? Yes, primarily when I was younger. Are you allergic to pollen? Yes. Have you ever sent someone sexual pictures of yourself? No, I'm too uncomfortable about that. Are you good at drawing? I think I'm decent at it. Have you ever had a concussion? Once or twice, I don't remember. Have you ever been in a tanning bed? NOOOOOOO THANK YOU. Do you like hot tubs? They're okay for a little while. Have you ever peed your pants in public? No, but UGH I will never forget the time I went to Wal-Mart with Colleen and we were walking quite a while, and kinda fast (for me) to keep up with her. That, as well as the fact I very easily get hot af, really, really set off my hyperhidrosis, I know it looked like I had. Are you good at doing fractions? NO. I just suck at math, period. Do you regret losing your virginity to whoever you lost it to? vIrGIn but I know I won't, unless something traumatic happens, god forbid. Do you wish you could change something about your hair? I really, REALLY wish it was dyed. :/ Do you get mad easily? No. Did you have a Gameboy as a child? We had three, for me and my sisters. Would you rather get high or get drunk? Honestly, high. I've never done either, but I'm quite sure being high would be more pleasant than drunk. Do you like the Silent Hill movies? The first one is good, but the second is a travesty. Where’s the best place to eat a romantic dinner? Olive Garden. Last time you puked from drinking? Never. Can others make you cry easily? YEEEEEEEEEP. Do you like traveling? Ugh, I would if I could. Have you ever been dumped? Yes. Incredibly harshly. What do you most like about making out? Uhhhhhhhhhhh. I've never really thought about it? I suppose because it's a passionate expression of love and trust, idk. When you kiss someone for the first time, is it usually you who initiates it or the other? The other. I'm shy about it, but have been first before. Would you get involved with someone if they had a child already? If their child was old enough to take care of themselves pretty well, I might be able to? Like I just could not handle diapers, cleaning up messes, all that comes with younger children. I would very much prefer to avoid any (step) children, though. Do you miss your last sweetie? Not romantically, no, because my boyfriend is all that matters to me now in that sense. I miss hanging out with her as friends, though! How can I win your heart? Apparently be Girt lmaooo What were you doing last night at 12 AM? I think I was making a Spotify playlist at that time? Name four things that you wish you had: A healthy body, a healthy mind, a house in a place Mom and I actually like, and for my "uncle" Rob to stop being a piece of fucking shit in regards to his mother's inheritance. Recently, after entirely avoiding the family forever, this sarcastic, malicious asshole failed tt put "the estate of (Grammy's name)" in the checks, and we are entirely aware he did this deliberately; he's honestly a very smart man and knew what the fuck he was doing: if those checks were cashed, it would raise a massive red flag for everyone's bank, and all of Grammy's kids (save for obviously fucking Rob...) could really get into trouble. Everyone is fucking pissed, and not only because it's unfair, but because everyone has said that Grammy and Grampa would be rolling over in their fucking graves. Ugh I'ma shut up, I could go on forever about the shit he's done. Are you a player? Not at all. Are you a tease? Been told so. Ever meet anyone you met on Tumblr? No, I don't really have friends on it. Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you babe? It's funny how much I used to hate it. I don't care now. Just don't call me "baby." Do you flirt a lot? I'd say I do a moderate amount? If you could kiss anyone who would it be? Sorry Mark, you lost the spot on this, ha ha. I only wanna kiss Girt. Are you happier single or in a relationship? I hate it, but I know I'm happier in one, because I feel validated and like I'm not unlikable. What was the filling in the last doughnut you ate? I hate donuts filled with anything. What was the last thing that you considered buying, but chose not to? Idk. Can you recall the last time you bought flowers for someone? What kind? I can't. And when was the last time someone sent flowers to you? What kind? Tyler, when we briefly dated. He got red roses. Are you a keen reader? If so, what books are you planning to read soon? Yeah, I'm getting back into it! I'm ordering the next Wings of Fire book soon, and I also wanna get to The Testaments by Margaret Atwood soon. Are there any books that you own more than one copy of? No. As a child, what was a trait or habit you had that annoyed your parents? The fact I ate too fast. I still do. Your ex taps you on the shoulder and says, “I still love you.” You say? "Well I don't." Do you play any games on Facebook? No. How many bank accounts do you have? None. What are two things that you have no problem paying full price for? Tattoos and piercings by professionals. Have you ever let somebody use you? Why did you do it? Not to my memory. You can go back in time & change something in your mom’s past - what is it? I know her past has been rough, so I don't really ask about it. I do know that her mother kicked her out when she got pregnant with Katie though, which I would definitely change for her. Her mom and she had such a rough relationship. Which is worse: dusting or mopping? MOPPING. The former is fine. Did you pull a senior prank? No, I hate pranks. What was the last song you listened to? "Bad Girlfriend" by Theory of a Deadman. Is acting something you enjoy? Not at all. Whose house, other than yours and your families’, are you most comfortable at? Sara's, if we're excluding family like that. Did you ever play a sport as a little kid? Did you enjoy it? I played quite a few: soccer, softball, basketball, dance, and cheerleading. I only really liked softball, basketball, and dance. Would you ever get a lip tattoo? No, not my thing. What does one of your T-shirts have written on it? My Claok shirt says, "Equal in our bones," which I really love. Name a pet you definitely wouldn’t want. I don't ever want hamsters again, for one. Never known a nice one. What’s a movie that you laughed the hardest during? Not sure. What’s a movie you cried the hardest during? I also am not sure. What’s your favorite plot-twist? Silent Hill 2's, which I won't share. Honestly, when was the last time you REALLY cried your heart out? The second or third day of the hospital, idr. Do you need to return anyone’s phone call? No. Can you handle blood? Yep. Have you ever carried a concealed weapon? No. Are you currently searching for a job? No. Does eating breakfast make you sick? No. What was the last thing you planted? I wanna say habaneros, and that was YEEEEAAAARS ago. Have you ever intentionally fed a house spider? I don't think so, but possibly. What makes you feel lucky? Will I ever shut the fuck up about Girt? Probably not. How do you like your favorite beverage? Really cold, in a can. What was the pinnacle of wealth to you as a child? I don't recall. What skill do you not talk about, because you feel it sounds like bragging? Usually my writing. What is the worst smell you can remember? Without any competition, no shadow of a doubt, the very large tumor Teddy had near his ~business~. If I remember right, it was infected, and because of his incontinence, he already had to wear a diaper, so when he peed himself (he aso had a UTO forever), the smell was unreal. I shit you the fuck not, I couldn't even change his diaper. I would vomit. Mom had to do it. Do you enjoy memes? If so, what’s your favorite? Maaaan who doesn't love a good meme. I have too many to pick from. Have you ever had a sinus infection? Yep. When was the last time your pet bit you? If you don’t have a pet, have you ever been bitten by someone else’s? Haha, last night, but it's never rough. When Roman's mad at me for things like not allowing him to lay on me because I want space, he'll very gently slap my hand or lightly bite me. He's a spoiled brat, ha ha. Is there a song you’re surprised your significant other (or best friend) likes? What is it? Hm, probably. Do you prefer baked potatoes or mashed potatoes? Bake, so long as there's butter, cheese, and bacon bits. What are your favorite things to spend money on? Tattoos. What does your mom call you? "Britt," usually. Ever kissed someone who smokes? Juan kissed me; I went rigid and didn't do anything. Have you ever dated someone with longer hair than yours? Yes. Have you ever been given a lap dance by an actual stripper? lskjfl;wjekljl no, I do not want that. Have you ever received a hickey from the last person you kissed? No. Choose one- Butterfinger, Milky Way, Snickers: Milky Way, easy. Have you ever slept in the same bed with the last person you kissed? Ye. Are you expected to help fix Thanksgiving dinner? No.

#survey #surveys #random questions #lyrics: ''poison'' by alice cooper

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dokoni-mo · 4 years ago

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Far Away, Together || Darth Vader x Reader (Chapter 5.5)

(IMPORTANT A/N PLEASE READ: oh boy am i nervous to post this,, hello everyone!! this is my first time ever writing smut!! this chapter is basically a continuation upon the previous chapter of the series that I have been working on. You could consider this chapter to be an OVA chapter of sorts... I’ll leave it up to you to decide whether or not this chapter is cannon to the story or not. With that being said, this chapter has very little to do with the story of the series. But, I still tagged all my normal people in the list since it is technically part of the series (if you don’t want to be tagged for things like this, please tell me and i’ll remove you!!). I also wanna give a big shoutout/thanks to @hxldmxdxwn (pls dont be mad for me tagging you,,) for giving me some advice for writing smut and being a huge inspo for me!! Thank you so much :)))) Anyway, if you are not interested in smut or don’t like smut, feel free to overlook this chapter!! Our regularly scheduled programming will be continued soon. However, if you do read on, I do hope you enjoy what you see!! have fun ;) )))

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WARNINGS: SMUT!!!! light dom/sub references, usage of titles, fingering, force-bonding, inappropriate usage of the force, cursing, otherwise none!!

Key: (F/N) = first name

Word Count: ~4700

Much to your dismay, the song that you and him had danced to eventually met it's inevitable end.

The pair of you stood a moment longer in each other’s arms as you heard the music slowly fade into the muffled chatter of nobility and officers saying their adieu as they left the venue, the tiredness of the night creeping its way onto their bones. You felt a quick wash of sadness swim overtop of you as your ears confirmed that the song was over, making you frown slightly. Lingering your head upon his taunt chest for a moment longer, your face assumed a soft smile as you looked up at him, laced with a hint of nervousness and awkwardness as you tried to figure out what to say to him This task proved difficult, however, since you knew you had to say something, but you had no idea as to what that something would be.

Hey, that was pretty neat? No way. There’s no way you’d be able to sleep at night if you said that.

Thanks? No! That was just rude.

Hey I really like you even though you are kinda intimidating and could totally snap me in half right here and right now but hey at least you would have touched me? This one was pretty self explanatory.

“I… I never took you for such a good dancer.” You eventually settled on saying, your cheeks reddening as your eyes twinkled up at him. It was a decent thing to say, you figured. It was in no way a lie, and you had even thrown in a friendly joke. A fine performance.

“And I have never taken you as one to accept such things.” Lord Vader responded to you, his grip upon your tiny frame not faltering for even a moment. His hold was strong, stable, supportive, solid, and a plethora of other things that started with s. Some of which, however, lingered on the… indecent side of things.

Letting a small giggle escape your lips, you made no attempt to quip back at him as you stared into the eyes of his mask. You had wished that the lenses were at least somewhat transparent within that moment. You craved to see his eyes as they burned into your own, letting you see every emotion that lingered in them as he looked upon you. If you were a braver person, you would reach up and take off the plate of metal yourself.

Alas, you were not.

After a moment of looking upon him, you let your gaze fall to the panel of buttons upon his stomach, a small smile painting your lips as you snaked your hand from behind his back to let your hand rest upon the armor of his chest, your fingers absentmindedly tracing the outline of the square of buttons.

“I should…” you began, your eyes still locked upon the panel of buttons before you, “I should probably start getting ready for bed. We still have to… mingle in the morning, and-”

“No.” He spoke quickly, almost too quickly, as he cut you off, his voice a touch louder than it should have been.

“(F/N)...” he began, his voice sounding so much deeper than normal to you, “please… stay here. Stay with me.”

Before you could even think, you felt his arm that was wrapped around your waist slowly retreat and the hand that was in yours unlatch itself. His large hands eventually found their new home upon your ribcage just below your armpits, his grip as strong and sturdy just as before, perhaps even a touch more. Lord Vader’s hands were quite big as they rested upon your tiny body, the expanse of his palms nearly engulfing you whole. Feeling the sheer size of his hands around you, your cheeks flushed deeper pink as you bit your lip, trying to control your indecent thoughts.

“O-Okay…” you stammered out, still refusing to meet his intense gaze upon your face. Not knowing what else to do with your hands, you rested them gingerly upon the underside of his muscular, leather-bound arms, your thumbs roaming the surface of the material for any feeling of flesh you could make out below it.

After a long moment of the sith lord holding you in place in silence, you heard his breathing hitch in his respirator as his hands started to travel down your body. Slowly, so excruciatingly slowly, his strong, gargantuan hands made their way to rest upon your hips, his thumbs starting to rub the bone below your skin.

This in no way helped to coax your blush down or to stop the scandalous thoughts that plagued your mind.

Without even telling yourself to do so, you lifted your hands from their position on his arms to rest upon the large expanse of his chest, the tips of your fingers hiding underneath the plate of metal that adorned his shoulders in order to get even a fraction closer to the skin beneath. You felt your inner temperature rise at the thought of seeing the man underneath the familiar armor.

“(F/N),” He rumbled out from behind his mask, a distant purr within the depths of his voice, “Have I ever told you how breathtakingly... alluring I find you?”

You swallowed thickly at his words, your cheeks nearly reaching a boiling point in heat. You paused for a moment to make sure that you were still alive before you could respond, your hands tensing upon his chest.

“I-I find you alluring too, Vader…” you responded, still refusing to make eye contact with the dark lord. What you had said was in no way a lie. From the very first moment that you had lain eyes upon Lord Vader, you had always held an odd attraction to him. You had always wondered what it would feel like to have his hands upon you, what it would sound like to hear his voice call out your name.

This was the perfect time for you to feed into your curiosity. Never in a million years did you expect to be there in that moment, locked tight in the sith lord’s grasp, his hands on your hips. Your body was so very hot, so very in need.

“(F/N).” You hear Lord Vader say, the usage of your name sending a shiver of cold down your heated spine. Before you could register what was happening, you felt the grip on your hips tighten as he pulled you closer to his much larger body, your frame now flush up against his. Beneath your soft skin, you could feel the faint warmth of his body underneath the suit drawing you into him, beckoning for you to merge into one with the dark lord. The feeling of the leather bounding his body rubbing against your skin made the hair stand up on your arms, your legs almost wobbling at the amount of power and authority that radiated off of him.

It was intoxicating.

Exasperating.

Thrilling.

Nerve-wracking.

You craved more.

But…

“V-Vader we…” you began to say, your eyes still trained on his chest before you, “We can’t-”

“Do not try and shy yourself away from me, (F/N).” said Lord Vader, the grip he had upon you tightening in case you tried to push your body away, “I sense your desire… Your desire for me. Do not try and fool yourself.”

You bit your lip again as you nodded, still unable to look up at him. You were embarrassed, but you didn’t exactly know why.

“Besides…” he continued on, removing one of his hands from your hip. You would have been sad at the absence of his touch if he did not replace it so soon after. Finding it's new home upon your chin, Lord Vader wrapped his fingers around the bone firmly yet gently, lifting it up to make you look at nothing but him, right in the eyes.

“Are you in any position to tell your superior what he can and can not do with his subordinate, Miss (F/N)?” he asked you rhetorically, the purr in his voice rattling you to the core. Your face, as well as your entire being, was on fire at this point. You swallowed thickly but silently as your eyes were forced to look into his, your want of seeing his real ones growing and growing the longer you searched for them.

“N-No, my Lord…” you were able to whisper out as you felt your mind go blank with nothing else but need.

Pausing to inspect your face a moment longer, Lord Vader eventually removed his hand from your chin, using it instead to stroke a lock of your hair on the side of your head.

“Good girl…” he purred out, making your breath stammer as it escaped your lungs.

With this, he took his hands off of you in order to stand up fully straight, his figure looming over you as his gaze bore into your eyes. The absence of his touch upon your body making you feel cold, you looked up at him with pleading eyes, a small frown painting your lips. He was so much taller than you, making you feel so, so small by comparison. His frame engulfed you whole, and you bathed in every moment of it.

“Now, allow me to take care of you, (F/N).”

He nodded his head slowly to his side.

“Get on the bed.”

With barely a moment’s hesitation, you followed his order to the mark. Keeping your gaze down, you bit your lip as you kicked off your boots and rolled onto the bed, sitting such that your knees were slightly bent at obtuse angles and your back was rested against the headboard of the bed. Your face still flushed, you looked over to the tall, looming sith lord across the room, waiting for him to come and take you.

Sensing that you were in a good position, Lord Vader turned to face you, taking his sweet time making his way over to the bedside.

You wanted to whine and scream about how slow he was being. The worst part about it, you knew that he knew exactly what he was doing to you.

How cruel.

Unable to keep his gaze off of you, he slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, the metal and wood of it's frame groaning beneath his weight.

“(F/N),” he said, his tone deep yet somehow patient, “Are you scared?”

The question took you aback for a moment, making you stir in place. Pursing your lips, your gaze dropped for a moment before you stammered out your response.

“A-A little… It's… been a long time, since I…”

“I see.” Lord Vader responded without you having to finish.

He knew exactly what you meant.

“You do not need to worry, my sweet… I promise that I will not hurt you.” he rumbled out as he slowly shifted his weight, earning another groan from the bedding beneath. His size making you slip down so that you were laid on the bed, you noticed how his cape draped over his shoulders as he pinned you to the mattress, acting as a veil to shield you from the outside world.

A curtain of him.

The sheer size of the man on top of you made you realize just how large he was. You felt so tiny, so small compared to the mass of his arms and chest. Feeling the heat radiate off your face as you looked up at him, all you knew to do with yourself was to look dumbly into this mask, eager for his next move.

It came in and took your breath away.

“Undress yourself. Don’t stop until I say so.”

Maker, he had barely even touched you, and you were already so in need of him.

Following his command, you lifted your hands from resting on either side of your head to find their place upon the seam of your uniform’s coat. Your fingers trembling slightly, you undid the buttons of your coat, slipping it off as best as you could while being pinned underneath Lord Vader. Your eyes focused on taking off your uniform, you could feel his gaze upon you as you slowly exposed more and more of your skin to him, your ears filled with nothing but the rustle of cloth and his breath. Biting your lip, you slid your tank-top off of your torso and threw it to the side, leaving you in nothing but your bra to cover your top half. You shuddered as the cold air around you crept it's way upon your body.

With another faint moment of hesitation, you slid your hands downwards to the him of your uniform pants, curling your fingers to ready yourself to take it off.

“No.” You heard him say before you could finish the job, “I will do that part myself. You may stop.”

Obeying his wishes, you returned your hands to rest of either side of your head, your gaze returning to meet his mask. Without him even doing anything, you were already a mess beneath him. Your skin was glossed from the dew that expelled itself from your person as you heated up, your breath coming out in soft, silent pants.

Maker above did he drink in the sight of you.

You were so pretty beneath him, looking at him like that.

The best part?

You were absolutely, unquestionably, undoubtedly, undeniably, his.

And his only.

Shifting his weight over to one of his arms, he lifted up his free hand, resting it upon your stomach. Of course, his hand was humongous as it laid upon your skin, nearly stretching the entire expanse of your middle. The feeling of the cool leather made you let out a silent gasp, a twinge of embarrassment bubbling in the back of your mind. Lord Vader trailed up and down your stomach and side for a good while before traveling up further, your eyes fixated on the movements of his hand.

Feeling his fingertips poke their way under the wiring of your bra, you couldn’t stop yourself as you lifted up your hands to your face, hiding yourself underneath them as a result of your inexplicable embarrassment.

Lord Vader did not like this.

“No.” Lord Vader demanded. Without warning, you felt the ghost of a pull upon your wrists, forcing them back into their original position by your head no matter how much you fought against it. Your mind confused for a moment, you quickly deduced that it must have been him. His power.

“You will not hide yourself from me.” He continued on, stopping any movements of his hands, “Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes… Yes, I’m sorry.” you gasped out in between your pants, your legs squirming for him to keep going.

Even though he said nothing in response, he must have been satisfied with the answer since he continued his movements. Through the sheer strength of his fingers, Lord Vader pushed past the wiring of our bra, cupping your breast in his large hand.

Just the feeling of his engrossing touch upon your breast made you let out a soft moan, causing you to bite your lip in surprise. You were beyond turned on at this point, wanting nothing more than for him to just keep going.

Letting out a few more soft, quiet moans as he begun to knead your breast in his palm, you finally mustered enough courage to look up into his mask. Of course, the metal offered you no way of telling what exactly he was thinking, but offered you a source to give your needy, lust-laced gaze to.

You felt so good.

You felt so good because of him.

You knew that you would want him for the rest of time.

You knew that only he would ever make you feel like this again and again.

Eventually deciding that enough was enough, Lord Vader removed his hand from your breast and out from under your bra, his removal causing the fabric to go back onto your body at an odd angle. The absence of his massages made you whine, looking up at him pleadingly to touch you again.

Your requests were eventually met as he trailed the tips of his fingers down from your breast to your stomach to the hem of your uniform pants, the gentle touches earning themselves another shudder out of you.

Wrapping his fingers around the hem, the dark lord stopped himself for a moment to look upon your face. Satisfied with your expression of want and need, he pulled down the cloth wrapping around your legs, discarding it without any ounce of care about it or where it landed. This night was surely full of surprises. You had never thought that you would ever be sprawled out underneath Lord Vader in only your bra and panties.

But, there you were.

You barely had any time to react before he made you gasp out another moan, his leather-bound fingers rubbing up and down the cloth that covered your aching, dripping core. Continuing his actions, you began to squirm and whimper for him to remove your panties. Your legs kicked and shuffled as moans and whines left your throat, making you sound so pitiful as you gripped onto his cape, the fabric soft in your fingers.

“Quiet.” He rumbled out as he stopped him movements, focusing one hard press against the cloth that covered your clit. Opening your mouth in a silent gasp, you quickly shut it as your forced yourself to stay still, not wanting to find out what would happen were you to disobey him.

Satisfied with your submission, Lord Vader must have decided that you were ready for him fully. Reaching his fingers up, he latched the waistband of the fabric around his large digits, so very achingly slowly pulling it down past your thighs, knees, and feet.

Your chest was rising and falling rapidly as you felt your panties fall off your person, earning another shudder from the cold. Lord Vader’s breath had started to pick up the pace as he loomed down over your body.

He was… pleased.

So very pleased.

Never had seen such a beautiful sight sprawled out underneath him.

Wanting him.

Needing him.

Deciding to be so gracious as to entertain your needs, he swiped his leathery middle and pointer finger up the length of your folds, the slick coming from them coating the digits instantly, earning another low, shallow moan from you. Amused by this, Lord Vader brought his soaked fingers up closer to his mask, inspecting how the liquid shined in the soft glow of the dim lighting surrounding the pair of you.

“I am most impressed, Miss (F/N),” he said to you, turning his attention back to your reddened face, “Already this in need, and I have barely even begun.”

Cue another whine to escape from behind your lips, your hands gripping and kneading on his cape.

“Vader… please... “ you whined softly, your eyes full of pitiful gleam, “I need you so badly…”

Returning his hand to rest between the folds of your core, he pressed his middle and pointer finger against your entrance, another moan shooting out of your lungs.

“As you wish, Miss (F/N).”

Slowly but surely, Lord Vader pushed the tip of his leather-bound middle finger into your core, your walls fluttering in your excitement. A flurry of moans and gasps left your person as he continued to push inside of you, only stopping once you were filled. He paused for a moment to let you get adjusted before he began to push his digit in and out of your core, the sounds of this action downright sinful to hear.

You were a mess beneath him. As he gingerly started to increase his pace, your mind started to go blank as the pleasure overwhelmed you, a flurry of moans, gasps, and pleads escaping from your lungs. All you could think about was him, how good you felt because of him.

You wanted him for the rest of time.

You wanted him to keep going for the rest of time.

Deciding that you in no way have had enough, you groaned as he pushed his pointer finger inside of you, right alongside his middle one. The stretching of your walls almost made you scream in pleasure, your nails digging in to the fabric of his cape. You could have sworn that you had seen stars.

“So eager…” You heard him say in between your moans and quiet pleads, “So ready to receive me…”

Leaning down to get closer, you unconsciously reached up and wrapped yours arms around his broad shoulders the best you could, your fists bunching up the fabric of his cape.

Turning his mask to rest near your ear, a ripple of pleasure ran through your body as you heard Lord Vader speak, his tone deeper and darker than ever before.

“Such a good girl.”

Before you could blubber out a response, you felt his fingers curl themselves inside of you, hitting right on the spot that made your whole body shake with pleasure. The rate of your moans picking up, the pace of which the finger-fucked you did as well, eventually leading him to add a third finger to the mix. Every single noise that was coming from your body could have made the filthiest porn star ever blush. Your moans were so very desperate, and the sound of your core’s juices being mixed with the rapid pace of his fingers filling the space the pair of you shared.

Reaching up with his thumb, Lord Vader started to rub circles into your clit, making you moan out his name almost too loudly. He seemed to be pleased by this, since you had noticed that his pace had started to quicken as his breathing became more and more rapid. Seeing a way to maximize the amount of pleasure you could get, you continued to moan out his name, sometimes even accompanied by his title. The usage of Lord Vader would cause him to rumble out quiet groans from behind his mask, the bass making your chest rattle.

His pace reaching a feverous state, you could feel the knot building up in your vagina grow tighter and tighter as it promised an up-coming release. This promise only made your already over-stimulated body shake and shudder with more and more pleasure, the sounds escaping your mouth proof of such.

“I sense that you are close.” Lord Vader said to you, your mind barely able to process the words.

You nodded your head quickly, a mumble of strings of pleases and don’t stops falling from your lips in place of a sentence.

“(F/N)...” he groaned, his gaze boring into the fiber of your being.

Without any warning, you began to feel a buzz from inside of you. This was different from the knot you felt growing tighter and tighter, but it felt as if it came from no where. It felt as if it came directly from your soul, the very source of your existence. Your brow flexing in fuzzy confusion, you were perplexed until you felt a new sensation. It felt as if your very soul was reaching out, making branches to do as such.

Reaching out to him.

And you felt his own reach back.

The sheer rush of it all was too much to bear. The feeling of his fingers force themselves in and out of you so quickly. The feeling of his thumb circling your clit. The feeling of his force bonding your energy and his together.

It was euphoric.

It was pure bliss.

“That’s it, my sweet,” you heard him call to you, “Let go. Let go for your lord. Let go for me.”

Your orgasm raked itself over your body in waves, making your legs shake and the grip you had upon his cape tighten, turning your knuckles white. You almost screamed out his name as your walls fluttered around his digits, coating them further in your fluids.

Oh, how he loved it.

Eventually coming down from your high, you laid there for a long moment beneath the dark lord, his fingers halting to a pause inside of you. His breath was quite ragged as he remained still, almost matching your own pants for air as he gazed upon your body.

Once you had stopped shaking from pleasure, he slowly slid his fingers from out of your core, sending one last wave of euphoria through your nerves.

You looked up at him with glossy eyes and a dumb, open-mouthed smile as the back of his knuckles brushed against your cheek, moving any stray hairs out of your face.

He would never admit it, to anyone, but the sight of you beneath him, with that big, dopey, loving smile on your face, your souls freshly bonded together, was the most beautiful thing that he had ever witnessed.

After a long pause of simply admiring your face and body, he finally spoke.

“Get some rest, my dear. We have matters to attend to in the morning.”

You were confused for a moment as you felt his weight lift off of you, the bed creaking in relief as he stood. A pang of weary sadness rippled through you as you watched him start to leave, walking over the pieces of your uniform that littered the floor. Eventually able to process what was happening, you reached out to him, grabbing on to the fabric of his cape to keep him from moving away any further.

“W-wait,” you said, your lungs still panting for air, “please, d-don’t go… Will you please stay? With me? At least until I fall asleep…?”

After a brief pause, Lord Vader turned to you, pointing the face of his mask down to your face.

Seeing the emotion in your eyes as you reached out to him rustled an old feeling that he had not known for a very long time. In a moment of self-reflection, a reel of his life prior to this moment flashed inside of his mind, reminding him of his past self, alongside every mistake he had ever made

Watching his actions play back to him, he decided something.

Even though he had left everyone he had ever loved before behind…

He would not leave you.

He would stay.

“Yes.” He said simply as he took your hand into his, holding it as if it were made of the most fragile material in the world. Walking back over to you, he slowly slid down into a seat position upon the bed, earning another groan of protest from the wood beneath. His back against the headboard, he watched as you slid your body close to his own, your warmth reaching his skin beneath all the layers of armor and leather surrounding him, a foreign feeling to the dark lord of the sith. Lord Vader draped his strong, heavy arm over your shoulder as you draped one of your own over his waist, pulling yourself closer to him.

Nothing was said as you lulled yourself off to sleep, a feeling of security overtaking you as you were held within the arms of the most feared man in the galaxy.

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