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your-local-gothamite Ā· 11 months ago
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hey so uhh guess who went on a date with an aspiring supervillain (iā€™ll give you a hint their name starts with e and ends with vie)
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leaveharmony Ā· 3 months ago
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@ariaste hopefully this tag will work, pls advise. I ordered A Taste of Gold and Iron and Tadek and the Princess, after I enjoyed Running Close to the Wind so much. Started AToG&I first, and it was all going swimmingly until I got to chapter 13ā€¦
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Can you see that? The previous numbered page at the end of chapter 12 is page 407, and then we skip straight to page 441 apparently mid-sentence. Thereā€™s just one page of chapter 13, then it lands in the middle of 14, which goes til page 446 and proceeds as normal into chapter 15.
Obviously this is a printer whoopsie-daisy but is it a known one? Ought I bring it back to the shop and ask them to order a second for exchange / maybe tell the publisher about the error in case there are more misprinted copies?
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eats-the-stars Ā· 2 months ago
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everybody who went to a private catholic school name the craziest personal belief an instructor lectured the class on.
i'll go first: mentally disabled people are free of original sin, just like animals, so they get a free pass to heaven
#bonus points if the lecture was not-so-subtly referencing you specifically#ye i was the only super obviously autistic kid in my class since we did not have special ed classes or accommodations of any kind#and yes this teacher did seem to believe that i fell into the category of 'mentally disabled people who are like animals'#oddly enough this kind of made me her favorite student#she was really big on infantilizing ppl who were a certain level of mentally disabled#and yeah i guess dehumanizing too#except like how people says 'all doggos are good boys'#and even if a dog bites someone you can't like claim that dogs know the difference between good or evil#so it's not like...a fucking sin or something#so yeah she did openly express this stuff in class#i can't remember her explanation for mentally disabled ppl being free of original sin#but it was like tied in with the whole 'tree of knowledge' thing#and how not having that knowledge/sin is what makes us like innocent and dumb#got compared to a dog and also a lamb. not directly. like she did not call me out by name#but the entire class was super uncomfy because it was really obvious she was indirectly talking about me#at the time i was also like 'huh that explains some of her behavior around me'#and also thought it was hilarious that i got a free pass to heaven in her mind#also thought it was funny that she thought i was mentally disabled#because at this point i just thought i was a deeply weird person being mistaken for a mentally disabled person#but uh nope. i was like. really autistic. like lots of classic negative shit too like biting other kids and self-harmful stims and stuff
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yan-maid-cafe Ā· 7 months ago
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Yandere Imposter
Imagine a yandere that pretends to be someone else...
You and your husband hadn't been close in years. A rotten drunkard that spent all day rotting away on the couch. When the two of you got married, you genuinely thought things would be perfect, he was such a sweet guy. But things just went downhill from there.
He was a sleeze bag. Spending all day drinking and refusing to work. Forcing you to get a job to support you both, but he couldn't even bother being somekind of househusband. No, he expected you to get off of work clean the house for him and still cook him dinner everyday. You felt more like his mother than his wife. And it was getting on your last nerve.
So imagine your surprise when you walk into the house one day, the smell of cheap booze and cigarette smoke gone. Instead replaced with the smell of soup?
The place was oddly spotless as you made your way into the kitchen, and there standing at the stove was your husband. Wearing an apron as he stirred the food in the pot. It was unnerving, if you knew anything about your husband it was that he refused to even step foot in the kitchen unless it was to eat. As if sensing your presence, he quickly turned around a smile spreading on his face. Was it just you or were his teeth whiter than usual?
Walking over he wrapped his arms around you in a tight hug, burying his face into your neck. A look of happiness on his face as he held you close.
"I'm so happy you're finally home, Dear. I went ahead and made dinner, you just go sit down and I'll be right over."
Since when had he called you pet names? You couldn't help but check his tempature, wondering if he was running a fever of somekind. Why else would he be acting so out of character suddenly. But he simply laughed off your worry and ushered you towards your seat. Immediantly serving you dinner with a blissful smile, a smile you had never seen on his face. You were so confused...
The night just continued on like that. One weird occurance after another. It felt like you were with a stranger, someone nothing like your husband yet identical to him. You felt like you were going mad, until night eventually came. Bringing you to bed, you and your husband lied down together. Except unlike everynight since your honeymoon, he pulled you closer. Snuggled up next to you as he whispered softly in your ear, almost bringing tears to your eyes.
"I'm so sorry for the way things have been all these years. You never deserved any of it. But as long as I'm here, I'll treat you perfect..."
Edan had always hated his brother. Despite looking identical, they couldn't have been more different. And it felt like his brother was always out to make his life difficult. If Edan got on the football team, his brother was the quaterback. If Edan got a B, his brother got an A. If Edan got honor roll, his brother got valedictorian. And eventually when Edan felt like he had met his soulmate his dear brother had to marry them. He could never win. It was all too much.
Especially when Edan began to take a closer look into the life his brother had stolen away from him. He was disgusted. Working his beloved like a dog day and night. Treating them as nothing more than a servant meant to do whatever was demanded of them, not giving them the life they deserved. The day he snapped came when he saw his beloved leave for work, continuing to stay near the house. He watched as his brother stepped out of the house hours later, walking over to one of the neighboring apartment doors and knocked on it. A scantily clad individual opening the door and ushering him inside. He saw red...
How foolish did that idiot have to be. Stealing away the life that Edan deserved, only to not even appreciate it. He got the privilege to lay beside perfection every night, and he still ran into the arms of some worthless harlot. He couldn't stand it. His beloved didn't deserve this mistreatment, and his brother didn't deserve their love. But what was he supposed to do about it...
He had never been so happy that the two were identical...
All it took was a little makeover and a swap of IDs for the two to look the exact same again. Now if he was ever found, Edan would be dead. He had to clean up all the blood from the floor, he might have gone a bit overboard but years of hatred and frustration will do that to a person.
But it was all worth it in this moment. Holding his beloved close to his chest as the two lay together, it was a dream come true. Burying his face in their hair, he continued to whisper to them, arms wrapped tightly around their body so that they couldn't get up. They never had to know.
" You'll get the life you deserve. We'll both get the lives we deserve, no matter what..."
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officialaemondtargaryen Ā· 5 months ago
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Dinner & Diatribes
āi knew it from the first look of mischief in your eye.āž
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Summary: You both swiped right and suddenly you're standing in a stranger's kitchen while he makes you spaghetti.
Pairing: Modern Aegon Targaryen x Reader
Word Count: 5.2k
Authorā€™s Note: this might be the most self-indulgent fic i've ever written, so fair warning. also, thank you tom, who inspired this by saying that dinner & diatribes would be aegon's hozier song. it's just true. anyways, this was really fun to write.
Warnings: language, recreational drug use, alcohol use, fluff, intense sexual situations (including: oral sex - female receiving, sexual intercourse - p in v), just two single people who are horny, more fluff, aegon being so cute that i couldn't stop smiling the whole time i was writing this.
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It was precisely 9:39 PM on a Tuesday.
You were sitting cross-legged on your couch, nose deep in a fresh murder mystery that you had been working through for the last two days. There was a lit joint between your fingers that you were nursing, taking little hits so that it wouldnā€™t completely burn out, and on the cushion next to you, your phone softly vibrates and lights up; a familiar icon flashes across the screen and you can easily make out the words, ā€œItā€™s a Matchā€ from the corner of your eye.Ā 
Itā€™d been a regular occurrence since you had downloaded that accursed app.Ā 
Youā€™d been single for far too long, according to your best friend, though you hadnā€™t really noticed. The sweet silence of a solitary life was something that you had enjoyed for the most part. It wasnā€™t even like your online dating life had really taken off, either. Youā€™d get matches but hardly anyone would reach out in any way that made you feel like they were serious. They wanted your Snapchat username, or they were in an ā€˜openā€™ relationship or asking for a threesome, and one guy even asked if you would send him pictures of your feet. Even some of the ones you thought were serious about taking you out- or even just hooking up- would end up ghosting you before anything actually happened.Ā 
ā€œItā€™s not supposed to be serious,ā€ you could hear your friendā€™s words rattling around in your brain. You shake your head and focus once again on your book; they have a suspect, itā€™s the best friend! How fitting.
Once again, your phone lights up and vibrates. Not wanting to be distracted from the plot, you ignore your new match and get back to your mystery with anticipation; the best friend is about to confess. You go to take another hit of your joint and frown upon realizing itā€™s burnt out. As you move to grab your lighter, in comes another message, and another, and another. You stop what youā€™re doing and pick up your phone, swiping at the screen until you find the culprit. Heā€™s known only as Aegon T, and according to the one sentence he has written on his profile, he has a dog. You swipe through his pictures- the dog is a golden retriever, the man looks like a golden retriever.Ā 
In the message thread, heā€™s basically talking to himself.Ā 
Thereā€™s four new messages waiting for you, while three little dots begin flashing at the bottom of the screen; disappearing and reappearing as you read what heā€™s already sent.Ā 
ā€œSo, Iā€™m high.ā€
ā€œAnd I am making spaghettiā€¦ and itā€™s really good.ā€
ā€œAt least I hope itā€™s really good, it could just be the weedā€¦ā€
ā€œI could use a taste-tester, if youā€™re up for it? I canā€™t pay you or anything, but itā€™s honest work šŸ˜ā€
Aegon begins typing again and you watch the screen, a smirk on your lips. You are 99% sure that the spaghetti is truly an innuendo for what he really wants and have half a heart to just block him, but you watch as those little gray dots continue in the bottom left corner of the screen; heā€™s going back and forth with himself and you canā€™t help but find it oddly cute. Your fingers hover over the keyboard as you contemplate a witty response, but before you can even begin typing, he sends a fifth message.Ā 
ā€œThat was weird as fuck, right?ā€
Then a sixth.
ā€œYou probably donā€™t want to come over to some random guyā€™s house on a Tuesday.ā€
He finishes up with a seventh message.
ā€œUnless you doā€¦ā€
He almost sends an apology. After all, what's another message? Heā€™s already fucked this whole thing up; not even giving himself a chance before he nose-dived. If he was being honest, he should just go ahead and delete his whole account; save you from secondhand embarrassment and save himself from repeating the same mistake again in the future. He sets the phone down on the kitchen counter and goes back to ripping bong hits to calm his nerves. Though, heā€™s unable to keep himself from checking his phone for a response; a response that likely wasnā€™t going to come and heā€™d spend the rest of his night feeling like a complete idiot.Ā 
Seven back-to-back messages should have screamed ā€˜red flagā€™, but youā€™re glancing at the clock as if you were seriously contemplating taking this stranger up on his offer. After all, you do have needs just as much as the next person. But, youā€™re wearing a sweatshirt and a pair of pajama shorts, your hairā€™s a mess, and you were covered in the crumbs of your munchie snacks. Meaning, you were nowhere close to being prepared for what was sure to happen between you and this random stoner offering you dinner.Ā 
Yet, you respond to him, ā€œI could never turn down spaghettiā€.Ā 
Aegonā€™s stirring the sauce when he gets your message. Heā€™s instantly elated, thrusting a celebratory fist into the air. His fingers fly across the keyboard swiftly, sending another quick message, ā€œAtta girl šŸ™ƒ My place is on the corner of 9th and 51st, above Jasperā€™s.ā€
ā€œBe there soon,ā€ you reply with haste.Ā 
It was apartment #4 and you made sure to text your friend the address, and given name of your potential murderer, and also share your location for her to keep an eye out.Ā  She says all you have to do is text her at any time if you need her to call and bail you out with a fake emergency. All she asks in return is for you to have fun and let her know if you are planning on spending the night- which was an idea that you werenā€™t opposed to, but it wasnā€™t something you were planning on.Ā 
Youā€™re nervous as you stand outside of the door to his apartment, fist hovering for a moment. Nowā€™s the time to make a fast exit- you havenā€™t met him, you could turn around right now and never meet him. You could wake up alive in the morning, safe in your own bed. Or, you can knock on the door and have what might be a really nice spaghetti dinner with a really nice guy. Hell, he could even be the love of your life and in fifty years youā€™ll both look back on this day and laugh about how you met on Tinder and how you were stupid enough to go to his house and not a public place.Ā 
Finally, you knock.Ā 
Aegon puts the lid back on his spaghetti sauce and shuffles into the living room. Sunfyre is on the couch with his ears perked; his tailā€™s wagging and heā€™s panting eagerly, waiting patiently to meet this new visitor. Aegon whispers over to him, ā€œwish me luck,ā€ and thinks to himself, please donā€™t be a catfish, please donā€™t be a catfish, please donā€™t be a catfish. He peers through the peephole when he approaches the door and there you are, a sigh of relief deflates his chest.Ā 
ā€œOh, thank God,ā€ you can hear him say as the door swings open. His accent is surprisingly British. ā€œYouā€™re real.ā€
The very first thing that you notice are his eyes. Theyā€™re piercing; somehow blue and lavender at the same timeā€“ the color of a warm, summer sunrise and theyā€™re crinkling at the edges as he smiles. Heā€™s wearing a pair of dark gray sweats and a pale green hoodie, and the only word that comes to mind when you look at him is warmth. Heā€™s somehow more attractive in person than he is in the pictures on his profile, which you didnā€™t think was possible, but heā€™s standing right in front of you and you canā€™t help but think to yourself, he doesnā€™t look like a murderer.Ā 
Then again, neither did Ted Bundy.Ā Ā 
Aegon stands there for a moment, just staring at you, unable to do anything else. His words escape him, he can barely even breathe. You look exactly the same as your pictures; even without the makeup and even in the shitty, fluorescent overhead lights of the hallway. Even in a sweatshirt and pajama shorts, youā€™re stunning. Heā€™s having a hard time believing that you actually showed up and he doesnā€™t realize that heā€™s been staring for much too long until you shrug back at him.Ā 
ā€œDid you think I wasnā€™t?ā€ You ask with creased brows and a lopsided smile.
The corners of his lips pull upwards as he looks at you, ā€œI donā€™t know. Youā€™re just so beautiful, Iā€™m still not entirely convinced you arenā€™t some sort of hologramā€¦ or a robot.ā€Ā 
ā€œWow, youā€™re pretty smooth,ā€ you say with a playful smirk, desperately trying to keep your composureā€” trying to play it cool, hoping that he hasnā€™t caught on to the fact that youā€™re secretly spiraling, because it took all of one smile and one compliment and you were done for. ā€œBut, Iā€™ll have you know that flattery wonā€™t work on me. Iā€™m here for the spaghetti and the spaghetti alone.ā€Ā 
ā€œMy apologies,ā€ Aegon says with a chuckle as he holds his hands up defensively. ā€œRight this way, then.ā€Ā 
He steps to the side, allowing you to enter his apartment, and shuts the door behind you. Itā€™s nice, clean, smells like fresh baked bread and tomato sauce. Thereā€™s niche artwork adorning the walls, heā€™s got candles burning, and thereā€™s some lowkey, downtempo R&B playing softly in the background. He quickly moves past you and disappears into the kitchen, leaving you to follow him.Ā 
However, before you can take all of two steps into his apartment, a flash of golden fur is suddenly at your hip, pawing for attention. You drop down to a knee and happily accept any and all kisses from the pup. ā€œOh! Hi, whatā€™s your name?ā€
Aegon sticks his head around the corner and says, ā€œThat is Sunfyre. In case you were wonderinā€™, heā€™s a very good judge of character and I will be consultinā€™ with him later where youā€™re concerned, fair warning.ā€Ā 
You roll your eyes and scratch behind Sunfyreā€™s ears, his tail thumps in approval.Ā 
ā€œWould you like something to drink?ā€ He continues and disappears back into the kitchen. ā€œIā€™ve got wine and bottled water. Oh, and milk?ā€ Thereā€™s a rustling in the kitchen before Aegon adds with a nervous chuckle, ā€œscratch that, there is no milk.ā€Ā 
You politely excuse yourself from Sunfyre and step into the small dining room off of the kitchen.Ā 
Thereā€™s a grin on your lips, which you pursed so that he doesnā€™t think youā€™re laughing at him. Sunfyre joins the two of you and circles around his ownerā€™s legs as Aegon empties an almost full half-gallon of milk down the drain. His kitchen is small but looks to be well used, which you appreciate. You know almost nothing about this man, other than his name- if ā€˜Aegonā€™ was even his real name- and the name of his dog, and yet here you were, standing in the threshold of his kitchen with a strange sense of comfortability as if you had been lifelong pals.Ā 
ā€œWater is fine,ā€ you tell him.Ā 
He produces a bottle of water from his fridge and tosses it over to you with ease and goes back to the stove. You step further into the kitchen, taking in your surroundings. The kitchen, like the living room, is covered in artwork and vintage decor- things youā€™d only find in some obscure thrift store or estate sale. On the refrigerator are a collection of magnets from different cities and countries, real touristy type shit. Some of them even had names on them; Alexander, Aaron, Alistair, Alan, Adolf.Ā 
Maybe these are the names of people heā€™s killed.Ā 
ā€œYou travel a lot?ā€ You ask, trying to keep the conversation going.
ā€œI try to,ā€ he says from over his shoulder as he continues to stir the sauce. You can hear him set the lid back on the pot. ā€œMost of those are from my sister, Helaena. She thinks itā€™s hilarious to give me magnets with random ā€˜Aā€™ names since youā€™ll never find the name Aegon on any of those,ā€ he says from behind you. Heā€™s leaning against the counter with a half glass of wine. You quirk an eyebrow at him, not fully convinced. ā€œShe has a few from me that say Helen.ā€
ā€œIs that her?ā€ You ask, finger pointing to a pretty blonde in one of the many photographs he had pinned up.
He nods and takes a step closer to you. Heā€™s so close that you can feel his warmth, smell his aftershave. The proximity causes you to blush and he smirks in response, leaning over your shoulder as he points to the other people in the pictures. ā€œThose two are my little brothers, Aemond and Daeron,ā€ he claims and then points to two women. ā€œThatā€™s my half-sister, Rhae, and next to her is my mother.ā€
ā€œThe redhead?ā€ You ask surprised, given she didnā€™t look like she could be old enough to have four grown children. He nods and takes a step back, leaning against the counter with half-lidded eyes and a tipsy blush. ā€œShe looks like she could be your sister,ā€ you say softly, turning back to glance at all of the faces; he seemed proud of his family, like they were very close.Ā 
You turn away from the fridge and lean against the counter at his side. Itā€™s quiet for a moment, save for the music and the sound of boiling water where the noodles were cooking. You look at him and the corners of your lips canā€™t help but twist up into a shy smile, but you bite at the inside of your cheek out of nervous habit. He props himself up on his elbows, taking a sip of his wine, clearly comfortable with the silence.Ā 
ā€œSo,ā€ you look up at him and his little smirk grows. ā€œAbout the jobā€¦ā€
ā€œAh, yes,ā€ he nods. ā€œAs I stated earlier, I wonā€™t be able to pay you a monetary wage, but the position does come with a benefits package.ā€
ā€œAnd what exactly would this benefits package include?ā€Ā Thereā€™s an innocent flirtatiousness in your voice that only adds to the tension.Ā 
ā€œOutside of the free gourmet meals that I would be providinā€™ to ya, which is obviously the most important part,ā€ he smiles and steps to the side to grab a spoon from the drawer and holds it out to you. Your fingers softly close around his as you pluck the utensil from his grasp. He clears his throat to distract from the fact that he was visibly flustered from the slight touch. ā€œThereā€™s also unlimited cuddle sessions,ā€ before he can finish, you shoot him a look. ā€œWith Sunfyre, of course! Heā€™s the real boss ā€˜round here, after all.ā€Ā 
ā€œCuddling with the boss?ā€ You quirk an eyebrow and look down at the golden retriever, his eyes round and gleaming; clearly waiting for a hand-out. ā€œSounds like a conflict of interest to me.ā€
ā€œWell, if itā€™s a conflict of interest youā€™re worried about,ā€ he counters quickly with a soft yet playful tone. ā€œI sā€™pose we could renegotiate the terms of the agreement and you could have me instead.ā€Ā 
ā€œIā€™m listening.ā€
ā€œHe might be better at cuddling for obvious reasons and he might be better lookinā€™,ā€ Aegon continues. ā€œBut, I give better backrubs. I mean, I have thumbs and he donā€™t. You canā€™t give decent backrubs without thumbs, can you? Plus, heā€™s a sloppy kisser.ā€Ā 
ā€œOh, youā€™re really trying to sweeten the deal now, huh? Backrubs and kisses? I must admit, that is quite a compelling offer,ā€ you muse. ā€œIt seems my decision hinders on whether or not you can actually cook, wouldnā€™t want to accept the position blindly, now would I?ā€
ā€œAre ya doubtinā€™ my skills?ā€ He asked playfully.Ā 
ā€œNo offense, but you possess the aura of someone who could fuck up a can of Spaghettios,ā€ you tell him with a sincere smile. ā€œSo, forgive me if I don't get my hopes up.ā€
Aegon laughs and itā€™s a warm and infectious sound that fills the kitchen. Itā€™s genuine, as is his perfect smile. You canā€™t seem to keep yourself from staring; eyes softly tracing every detail of his faceā€“ from his full, pink pout, to the scar above his right eyebrow, and the dimple of his chinā€“ thinking to yourself that youā€™ve never seen a man more beautiful. His smile turns back into a smirk as he notices you staring at his lips and you look up to meet his eyes. Thereā€™s something about the way he looks at you that leaves you feeling vulnerable. His gaze softens as you look away, turning your attention back to the spaghetti sauce on the stove in front of you to distract yourself from the blush creeping up your neck.
Thereā€™s only one way this night ends.
It was obvious before you even left your house and it was certainly obvious now.Ā 
ā€œGo on, then,ā€ he prods, motioning to the pot on the stovetop.
His eyes are wide with anticipation as you dip into the simmering sauce, stirring it a few times before bringing the spoon to your lips. Heā€™s nervous; itā€™s his motherā€™s recipeā€“ one heā€™s spent years perfectingā€“ but with his luck, you will most likely think itā€™s steaming garbage. Yet, he watches intently; holding his breath as your perfect lips curl to blow softly, cooling the sauce before you finally taste it.Ā 
The moment the spoon touches your tongue, you're determined to remain impartial. After all, youā€™ve had your fair share of disappointing meals from men whoā€™ve claimed to be great cooks. Aegon certainly could be the very latest and you wouldnā€™t be at all surprised. So, you keep your expectations low, and try your hardest to remain stoic, but as the flavors begin to unfold, you can feel your resolve wavering.Ā 
Itā€™s good. Better than most.Ā 
Reluctantly, you have to admit that this is the second-best sauce youā€™ve ever had, right after your grandmotherā€™s. You glance up at Aegon, whoā€™s watching you with a mix of anxiety and hope, and you canā€™t help but smile.Ā 
ā€œI have to give it to you,ā€ you say, your voice betraying a hint of admiration. ā€œThis is incredible. Almost as good as my grandmotherā€™s.ā€
The relief and pride that spread across his face makes your heart flutter.Ā 
ā€œYeah?ā€ He asks with a toothy grin.Ā 
ā€œIā€™m still not completely convinced that you can actually cook, but you canā€“ at the very leastā€“ make some top-notch spaghetti sauce,ā€ you tell him as you place your spoon to the side.Ā 
ā€œTop-notch, eh?ā€ He asks playfully as he begins plating your meal. ā€œIā€™ll take it.ā€Ā 
ā€œDonā€™t let it get to your head,ā€ you say to him with a laugh. ā€œItā€™s just spaghetti sauce.ā€Ā 
ā€œJust spaghetti sauce? Donā€™t let my mum hear you say that,ā€ he says with a smirk, setting a full plate in front of you on the counter. ā€œI guess Iā€™ll just have to work extra hard on the next one.ā€
ā€œAssuming there will be a next one,ā€ you reply, tone dripping with playful sarcasm. ā€œThough, you have set the bar pretty high tonight. Iā€™m sure youā€™ll be fine.ā€
ā€œWell,ā€ he murmurs as he steps closer, his body brushing against yours as he reaches around you to grab a plate. His lips are hovering above the shell of your ear, his voice low and teasing, causing your cheeks to immediately flush as the heat between the two of you intensifies. ā€œIā€™m nothing if not a perfectionist.ā€
For a split second you expect for him to lean in for a kiss. Your heart is simultaneously skipping beats and racing at the same time; your breath catching in your throat as he leans inā€” But then he smirks, grabbing the plate and taking a step backwards. Heā€™s doing it on purpose, you realize; his proximity expertly calculated to keep you on edge. You look up at him with wide, sparkling eyes and he knows heā€™s got you right where he wants you. The soft blush of your cheeks has his blood pumping and sends a surge of adrenaline through him. Heā€™s trying his absolute best to play it cool but the way youā€™re biting your lip and looking at him has him unraveling.
ā€œIs that so?ā€ You ask, raising an eyebrow. ā€œWhat other skills do you have up your sleeve?ā€
His grin widens as he looks down at you, setting his empty plate to the side. His gaze, once again, drops to your lips. ā€œI have a few tricks,ā€ he says softly, his voice filled with promise. ā€œBut I doubt youā€™d believe me if I told you, so how about I just show you?ļæ½ļæ½ļæ½Ā 
ā€œWhat?ā€ You ask with a playful innocence. ā€œBefore dinner?ā€
ā€œIā€™m not really in the mood for spaghetti anymore.ā€Ā 
ā€œOh?ā€ Your smirk is only growing. ā€œWhat are you in the mood for?ā€
Aegon says nothing, but a confident grin tugs at the corners of his lips as he rests his hands on your hips. He doesnā€™t hesitate to pull you in by the waist, until youā€™re pressed against him and his lips are on yours. The kiss is both gentle and urgent and a little bit awkward, as any first kiss should be. You felt like a teenager again, kissing a boy for the first timeā€“ butterflies in your stomach and all.
It takes no time at all for you to find your rhythm with him, and he deepens the kiss, pushing you up onto the kitchen counter to meet his height. Your arms naturally drape across his shoulders, your legs wrap around his middle. Heā€™s completely taken over your mind, filling up every tiny space that he can fit into; the smell of his cologne, the scratch of his stubble against your skin, the feeling of his hands squeezing the flesh of your thighsā€“ his fingertips teasing just underneath the hem of your shorts.Ā 
Breathless, he pulls away from you as he pulls your sweatshirt over your head. He stops for a moment to take in the sight of you; clad only in your bra and shorts, lips red and blotchy, swollen and full. Youā€™re looking up at him from under your lashes, softly biting your bottom lip as you wait for him to continue. He gently lifts his hand up to your cheek and traces the curve of your cupidā€™s bow with his thumb, providing one last show of tenderness before he leans in to capture your lips in another searing kiss.Ā 
His touch is suddenly rushed; spreading a wildfire across your skin in the wake of his lips as he rips off the remainder of your clothes. It doesnā€™t take long at all before youā€™re sitting exposed on his kitchen counter in only a thong, blushing wildly and covering your face with your hands.Ā 
ā€œNoā€“ no hiding,ā€ he clicks his tongue and pulls your hands away from your face. ā€œI want to see you.ā€
He whispers a string of profanities and compliments as his starving eyes roam your figure. Self-doubt creeps into your mind and you momentarily consider making a quick exit, convinced he wonā€™t like what he sees, but the way heā€™s looking at you makes you feel desired in a way you havenā€™t felt in a long time.Ā 
Aegonā€™s gaze is electrifying and intense, drawing you in and silencing your negative thoughts instantly. His hands pull you in by the waist, sliding you to the edge of the counter as his lips work their way down your chin and neck; leaving a trail of red marks down to your chest. He hums, smirking as he takes one of your breasts in his mouth. His hand kneads the other, rolling your hardened nipple between two fingers. Your head falls back, lips parted slightly as you breathe out his name.Ā 
Each sound he elicits from you urges him on even further until heā€™s on one knee, looking up at you from his position with those pretty eyes. He runs a hand up the back of your calf, softly teasing you with his fingertips before tossing your leg over his shoulder. You knew where he was going, and yet, you were still surprised as he began placing open mouthed kisses on the inside of your thighs; shivering in anticipation as goosebumps formed on your skin.Ā 
ā€œYouā€™re so wet,ā€ he says proudly, praising you.Ā 
His eyes are locked with yours as his fingers delicately smooth over your clothed clit. He hooks a finger around the dampened cotton and pulls your thong to the side, groaning at the sight of your perfect pussy. Without wasting another second, Aegonā€™s mouth is suddenly on you and your hands immediately find the back of his head; fingers curling into the roots of his silver hair.Ā 
You roll your hips against his tongue, cursing out as your legs begin to shake. He moans, face still buried deep in you and the vibrations have you writhing. Both of his arms are wrapped around your thighs now, holding you tight to him, not letting up for even a second. Then he stands, lifting you up onto his shoulders. You squeal in shock, holding onto him tightly, but he doesnā€™t stop; he continues to devour you as he blindly carries you towards his bedroom.Ā 
When his knees hit the side of his bed, he tosses you back onto the mattress.Ā 
You prop yourself up on your elbows and watch as he strips out of his clothes. . You can see the outline of his arousal; prominent and pressing firmly against the fabric of his sweats. You bite your lip at the sight and he smirks as he catches your stare. His movements are unhurried, giving you ample time to appreciate the sight before you. His hoodie and shirt come off first, then his sweats, and you canā€™t help but notice the way that his muscles flex with each motion. Heā€™s not overly built, but thereā€™s a solid strength in his frame that is evident in the way he moves.
Outside, headlights from passing cars cast streaks of light and shadows across the walls of his room. Itā€™s quiet, the music in the other room has stopped playing and all you can hear is the sound of your own heart beating in your ears. You swallow thickly, encompassed by the tension of the moment as he crawls up the length of your body; placing tender kisses along your skin. His lips leave a trail of warmth, each touch igniting a spark that travels through your entire body.
When he reaches your face, he pauses, his breath mingling with yours as he hovers just inches away. The anticipation builds, thick and electric in the air between you. His lips find yours in a kiss that starts slow and tender but quickly deepens; fingers threading through your hair as he pulls you closer, his body pressing yours deeper into the plush mattress. Your hands explore his back, tracing the contours of his muscles, feeling the tension and strength beneath his skin and coming to rest on his shoulders; gripping tightly as he continues to worship your body with his mouth. Each kiss, each touch, is deliberate, heightening your senses and pulling you further into the moment.
You curse at the feeling of his girth against your entrance. Your hand moves up to the back of his neck, pulling him down to meet your lips as he presses slowly into you.Ā 
ā€œOh fuck,ā€ he whimpers into the crook of your neck as his arms become weak.Ā 
He knows that he wonā€™t last like this; itā€™s been a while and you feel way too good. Heā€™s slow at first, wanting to steady himself and maintain control, but his rhythm picks up quickly; hips moving with an unrelenting rhythm, each thrust bringing you both closer to the edge. You can feel his muscles tense, his grip on you tightening as he buries his face in your neck. His moans are a mix of pleasure and desperation, and you can tell heā€™s fighting to hold back.
You tighten your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, feeling the overwhelming need to reach that peak together. His pace quickens, the tension in his body building to a breaking point. You feel the same pressure inside of you mounting before itā€™s suddenly crashing over you like a wave. He follows seconds later, a low groan escaping his lips as he spills into you. The intensity of the moment leaves you both breathless and clinging to each other, bathing in the afterglow.Ā 
ā€œThat was incredible,ā€ he murmurs against your skin, head pressed to your chest as you stroke his hair softly. His eyes flutter shut as he listens to the sounds of your heartbeat.Ā 
You hum in agreement, smiling to yourself as you savor the peacefulness of the moment.Ā 
Suddenly, youā€™re joined by Sunfyre jumping up on the bed, his tail wagging enthusiastically. You smile at him and pat the empty space next to you, inviting him to join your cuddle session. He eagerly accepts the invitation, circling the bed a few times before snuggling up next to you. Aegon lifts his head and smiles, clearly pleased that you would be so open to having the dog in bed with you. He wraps his arm around both you and Sunfyre, pulling you closer.Ā 
ā€œThis is perfect,ā€ he says softly, his voice filled with contentment as he lays his head back on your chest.Ā 
"So, about that job offer," you say playfully, your fingers tracing patterns along his skin. "I think I'll accept the position. When would you like for me to start?"
He lifts his head to look at you, a playful glint in his eyes. ā€œHow about tomorrow night at seven?ā€
Before you can respond, a distinct burning smell reaches your nose. Your brows furrow as you sniff the air. ā€œDo you smell that?ā€
Aegonā€™s eyes widen in realization. ā€œThe spaghetti!ā€Ā 
He jumps up from the bed, pulling on his clothes quickly, and scrambles into the kitchen. You follow behind him, tossing one of his t-shirts over your head and meet him in the kitchen.Ā 
ā€œI guess I forgot to turn off the burner,ā€ Aegon looks disappointed but then chuckles, shaking his head. He looks at you with a glint in his eye and smirks. ā€œOccupational hazard, I guess.ā€
ā€œOh, that sucks!ā€ You laugh, playfully nudging him. ā€œIs it too late to back out of the job now?ā€
ā€œWay too late for that,ā€ he says as he pulls you into a soft kiss, silencing any doubts immediately. ā€œYouā€™re mine now.ā€Ā 
ā€œMm,ā€ you hum against his lips. ā€œBut I came here for the spaghetti.ā€
He chuckles and pulls back slightly. ā€œWill you settle for pizza?ā€
ā€œIā€™ll settle for anything, as long as itā€™s with you,ā€ you say with a smile as you wrap your arms around his waist. ā€œAnd as long as thereā€™s extra cheese!ā€
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singing-telegram Ā· 2 years ago
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Anyone looking to make a proper Scooby-Doo adaptation please remember:
Fred is the charismatic face of the group and the strategizer. Later adaptations made him a massive himbo who chugs respect for women juice and those have become necessary parts of his character.
Shaggy is cowardly but also incredibly resourceful; let us not forget his skill at ventriloquism. Make Shaggy the skill monkey, who every episode mentions some weird skill he has that's previously unmentioned; that'd be an amazing running gag. Also, bring back the dry humor Casey Kasem injected into the og character.
Scooby is Shaggy's best friend, the other half to his two-man comedy routine. Independently of Shaggy, Scooby is also prone to be a bit mischievous and just kind of a little scamp. Play up both of those things.
Velma is the smart nerdy one, who also had a really dry sense of humor. I don't know why she was turned into the "I'm surrounded by idiots" character because, while as I stated, she always had a dry sense of humor, she was never mean to her friends and never talked down to them, or anyone else. Bring back the chipper Velma from like Witch's Ghost or Zombie Island. Let Velma be a little cutie pie. Also keep her as a lebian
Daphne was... originally really just "The Girly One" but later adaptations have fleshed her out, like making her essentially the muscle of the group, which is just amazing and should continue. She's also been cast as the oddly resourceful one. Shaggy is the skill monkey, Daphne is the one who has a tool for literally any job. Human Swiss Army Knife, which again, would be an amazing running gag.
Have Shaggy and Daphne bounce off-the-wall ideas for a plan together, Fred steps in to ground them, while still using their ideas, and incorporating Velma's theories about the case.
Make references to Flim Flam and Hot Dog Water
A Scooby-Doo adaptation should not be difficult, and must be done with love.
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toxycodone Ā· 5 months ago
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Laios x Beastkin!Reader
an. Senshi, Chilchuck, and Marcille x Reader are mentioned quiiiite a bit in here. Izutsumi x reader is more sparse. split between furry/scaly/feathery beastkin after the more general ones in the beginning. SORRY if the formatting is weird I got "text limited" a lot on this lmfao
this is a lot so. <3 show sum luv
general sfw
when you two first meet...bro is ELATED. He knows Izutsumi, which is fine, but you're an entirely different one. Who also doesn't seem to be super against him getting to know them
He asks SO many questions. What are you mixed with? Are you naturally born or artificial? What's it like having wings? A tail?
He's testing out all your features. He loves them so much.
When there's downtime, he likes to conduct "research". This goes for analyzing your features and making notes, comparing them to his books and other notes, and even more intricate tests like reaction time and stuff.
He'll hold a candle/torch by your face and test your pupil dilation. It's oddly intimate because he's just staring you down and its like. okay. are we gonna kiss orrrr
Loves. Loves. Loves just WATCHING you. Seeing the way you pounce on little bugs for fun or get spooked by certain noises. He just smiles and is all amused.
You'll catch him doodling you pretty often. He makes notes like "y/n caught a treasure bug today. They seem pretty skilled at hunting. Failed to kill it for some reason...just played with it until it scurried off." The doodles are like...surprisingly pretty decent. The monster portions of you are the best looking and most detailed. But it's so cool to see just how much he pays attention to you and your idiosyncrasies.
Your interactions with Izutsumi also interest him. Do you guys get along? Are you prey to her? Or is she to you? If you and Izu are talking or around each other he's watching like a hawk out of pure curiosity.
However...there's a particular page in his journal where he's providing feedback on how he would make you "better" aka cooler. It's basically just his own ramblings. No Laios, an extra set of eyes and the ability to breath fire and ice and everything in between is not. better. you're just salivating over the idea of your monster OC
If you bring this up to him he actually agrees. After a lot of note taking and observation he's really fascinated just on how well suited your entire existence is to...surviving. He has a lot of theories he'd love to share about you.
But he has e x t e n s i v e notes on your body. It's something that fr makes you blush because, why is he theorizing about the base of your tail and how it connects to your spine? and the number of nipples you have? wait...how is his guess right...?
But Laios is so useful. You might as well call him your owner. You don't have to lift a finger when it comes to taking care of yourself. (He misses his dogs so you fill in.)
He takes care of your skin/fur/scales/feathers, cuts your claws, helps you file down your hooves or horns. He's very into taking care of you if you'll let him. (Marcille also hops in on this since its her love language LOL. When she's not busy with Izutsumi she helps when she can.)
If you are like...afraid of water or don't enjoy bathing. You are like the party's pet. They're debating on how to get you clean before Chilchuck is like "if you don't take a bath I am going to kill you and throw you in there myself." Laios then goes all puppy dog eyed bc he thinks Chil is being to hard on you and then he sighs and is like "fine. I'll buy you a treat when we get back to the surface."
Marcille/Laios are really good when it comes to bath time. They aren't weird about it (Laios is checking you out but. In a curious type of way. Marcille is giving him side eye if hes getting too...Laiosy. But he respects your boundaries. Just imagine Laios happily scrubbing you while humming a tune awe.)
And when it comes to sleeping arrangements...you can alternate between anyone in the party. But Laios and Chilchuck are your best bets. Marcille is an excellent sleeping partner if the dreams don't bother you, shes soo happy to have you sleep with her and she's soft and smells nice.
Laios happily lets you sleep with him. He's actually not super cuddly (unless you are he'll reciprocate). But he is very much like, giving you a ton of space. If you fall asleep before him he just relents and sleeps as comfortably as he can around you lol. Literally just like any other pet owner.
Chilchuck....sleeping with him is difficult bc Izutsumi will fight you on it, but she relents if you can fit in without much issue (bonus points if you're warm) so. You guys can both overheat this poor man. Izu may even start cuddling with you more. She finds a lot of comfort in having another beastkin in the party even though she won't say it.
And speaking of Chilchuck...you're likely a bit more cooperative than Izutsumi, so he gets your help when it comes to checking for traps and finding treasure. With your elite hearing and other abilities, he's actually really pleasantly surprised how useful you are. (If you were a half-foot he'd definitely want you in his guild). He gives you pets and treats when the others aren't really paying attention (He doesn't want them to see him doting on you is all LOL).
Okay. So. Your diet. This is an anime about eating so. Let's get down to it.
Whether you're a herbivore, carnivore, or omnivore--Laios is ENSURING your needs are taken care of in the party. It is of upmost importance to him.
He takes notes and asks about how certain foods make you feel. Are you more energized? Less energized? Stomach hurting? Pooping well? (Will ask this with upmost sincerity, he wants to make sure the butter/milk/etc used in their cooking isn't interfering with your tummy. Whether you want to answer this is up to you lol).
Laios and Senshi happily adjust things to your needs. Laios will spend time foraging with you, Senshi will find certain monsters with more nutrients that meet your needs. Senshi is also like, really knowledgeable about nutrients, so sometimes in your food he may grind up shells or bones to meet calcium needs and such. When he cooks he'll give you bones or soften them up in water so you can eat the marrow. :-)
Senshi...is the coolest though. He also lets you perch on him (like Izutsumi) and since he's lived in the dungeon for so long, he knows a lot about monsters firsthand. If it applies, he'll give you tips about yourself or some monsters you should prey on. Senshi and you go on little foraging trips too. He'll have you sniff things out in return for extra food during dinner.
Laios likes to see you hunt prey and eat it raw, though. Everyone else would rather not and it makes them sick but he thinks it is SO cool. He honestly wishes he could do that. He takes hunting lessons from you and will give you tips on being stealthier and such.
Your teeth really fascinate him. He likes testing your bite strength on different types of material (Like wood, stone, bones, etc.). He'll stick his fingers in your mouth and admire them if youd let him. He gives you so much praise in general its so cute.
AND. PETTING YOU. He is so tactile if you let him (i mean look how much he tries and fails to pet izutsumi). When you give him the all clear he is like. jumping for joy. he LOVES to pet you and praise you. He absentmindedly pets you when hes sitting down or standing by you. And when you nuzzle into his touch his heart SOARS. You can see on his face he's blushing and has that like. excited wiggly smile <3
I think when he's just sitting around he just messes with your tail. He likes it.
Lay down beside him and he will happily pet you and be like "do you like this? Is this a good spot?" Present. Your belly to him. and he is over the moon. He pets you wildly and is like "Who's a good boy/girl/monster?" He is so unashamed about doing this too. Chilchuck would put a stop to it if you didn't like it so much.
If you give him kisses or tongue bath's he's eating that shit up (i mean. look at those extra comics w him and dogs he lets dogs just kiss all over his face omfg). He isn't a huge fan of getting his hair wet (sensory issue) but when it's your drool...he can't help but be excited. Laios is all like "they're grooming me?? this means they like me, right??? Can I officially say I befriended a monster???"
It's proof that you care for him and view him as apart of your pack...he is just over the moon at this.
I will say...Laios is way too "has no backbone with you" for a while. You're chewing shoes? You can't help it! Stealing snacks? It's instinctual! Playing too rough with Izutsumi? C'mon guys...
But when he notices his party actually getting upset. You will be surprised how he can put his foot down. Not even max puppy eyes work on him. He will leash and muzzle you if needed.
But you can always get away with messing with his stuff. He thinks its fun to chase you around when you got his shirt in his maw. Then he happily wears the torn up gear and Marcille is like "let me sew it..."
For Scaly Beastkin:
He's so helpful when it comes to shedding season. Laios finds nice rocks all the time and helps scrape off any patches that are drying and crusting and hes not even phased and doesn't think its gross at all. He would keep some skin to test its resilience if you let him.
And going with that, when you need to shed and soak he would help you find a place and will happily assist with the shedding. He's so excited to be there honestly. But he feels bad you are uncomfortable so he lets you cuddle up under the water with him while you wait for your shed to soften up <3
Laios runs his fingers over your scales absentmindedly...just loves feeling how smooth they are, especially after he spent so much time helping them maintain that pristine smoothness.
He gets Marcille's help to make a moisturizing ointment to put on you every now and then so you don't get to dried out in the dungeon!! Marcille starts to fret about that too. You're just kinda chillin and she'll reach over and put ointment on your hands/cheeks/tail. Just areas you may be susceptible to drying out.
Also...he lets you use him as a heating rock. Sunshine is really limited in the dungeon, so...when you need a warm up he's there and waiting and extremely excited to warm you up with a hug.
For Furry Beastkin:
Brushes you. He'd do this EVERY evening (and morning) if you let him. He takes notes, too. Do you have an undercoat? Or is it just one? What does this mean about what environment you originated from?
He probably tries to use your shed fur to embellish his own clothes or put in his pillow/blankets. Reduce, Reuse, Recycle I guess?
And to add to that...remember how Marcille made a cute little cat head from Izutsumi's fur? He does that too. He and Marcille make cute little shapes outta your shed and giggle together about it.
If you get fleas...he is the party member you should tell. He'll help you get rid of them and won't rat you out to the other members LOL. He'd probably blame himself if it spread and the rest of the party is like "you expect us to beleive. you got fleas. Laios you would be excited if you got them."
For Feathered Beastkin:
Preening....<3. When you have pin feathers he is so sweet and gentle. gently picks them out. It kinda tickles bc he's just gliding his fingers over your wings. You'll catch him sighing in content and burying his face in the softness. It's so sweet.
He collects your feathers and shows them off to Marcille (who also really likes them.) Your down is SO useful too. The party has the softest blankets and pillows thanks to you. When you're molting everyone is calling dibs on the feathers to stuff in their bedding.
Laios examines your wingspan and is really interested on stuff like weather you can fly or not. If you can, he's in awe. He wants to see it. Maybe even fly with you if he can. Its always been a dream of his to do that.
nsfw
tw (for nsfw). monsterfucking? if that counts. mentions of vent/cloaca/knot
This man. It is so easy to tell overtime just how fucking horny he gets over monster stuff. He is addicted to just how much you differ from him. Your scales, fur, feathers, wings, etc....he thinks they're all extremely sexy.
He just loves the primal aspect of it? Like you act on instinct. Do what makes you happy. Like of course you have human reasoning and such but STILL. You're so non human and otherworldly it makes his stomach knot up and his dick hard as a rock. He wants to know EVERYTHING about you.
If you have a heat/rut cycle...he is. fucking. begging you come to him for help. jfc you don't even have to let him stick his dick in you. He just slowly probes your hole with his fingers and legit GASPS when he feels it clench around him. Not only is he learning so much about you and monster anatomy but hes also having his monster fucking dreams come true.
I mean it is a given with Laios but his fucking face is always in your hole. He loves eating pussy/ass so fucking much. And having your dick, clit, or knot down his throat drives him wild. He eats your slick and cum like he's starving. He's so sloppy with it too--there's spit and slick and cum all over his face and he's just slurping it all up like its his last meal.
He definitely "examines" you. He'll stick his fingers in you and stretch out your hole just to get a better look at what's inside. (imagine his thumbs sliding in and prying you open.) The muscles pulsating and the color and the smell...god he's drooling. You feel all vulnerable and exposed but he's just constantly praising how amazing your body and its functions are.
He busts so quick with a beastkin it....wow. Like. You are seriously all he has ever dreamed of and shit. I can't imagine he'd be able to contain himself. He cums and just still wants more, he fucks you through the overstimulation until he cries
Oh he wants to know whats in your pants so bad its ridiculous. Like. I cannot explain just how much he is vibrating with excitement
If you have a cloaca...he's very gentle with your hole at first. You explain to him what to look for, what feels good. He'll gently explore with his fingers until he finds the right hole and then he's going at it. He's shoving his tongue in there happily too. He knows what a cloaca is. He knows it's a singular vent for waste and sexual functions. Doesn't matter. His tongue is going in there. Laios is beyond excited to taste everything and see what makes you squirm.
If you have a knot...it's a given he wants you to knot him. It takes him a few tries (he can't take your knot at first because he's too tight) but when he finally is able to its like. euphoric for him. He loves feeling your warm cum in his ass and your desperate pants against his throat as your overstimulated self gets adjusted to being stuck to him. Gods.
Plus...I've discussed this on my blog in more detail but with a beastkin reader he's definitely into
You biting/scratching him up. He lovvveess being marked. Use him as a chew toy PLEASE
Predator/Prey rp: He's a trained hunter but he wouldn't mind being hunted...He loves how strong you are and how you can turn the tables on him if you wanted.
Just?? You being feral?? He likes it when you act more like your monster side and just treat him like a toy.
Breeding Kink: Even if you aren't able to get pregnant or breed (either due to sex or incompatible genetics due to being part monster), he's still really into it. You can fill him up vice versa...He loves the feeling of having you last inside him and he loves knowing you're still filled up from him. Plus, it adds to the more animalistic part of sex which is what he likes
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opiopal Ā· 22 days ago
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I canā€™t not imagine the brothers going up to the human realm for a bit, meeting all kinds of different humans and learning about themā€¦. Only to eventually look at mc and wonder why they got a weird one??
like itā€™s not in distain or anything, but it genuinely baffles them at how out of the norm Mc is- they FINALLY process how oddly accepting they are of everything, and how willing they are to just do anything,
like Iā€™ve said before in previous posts, I just canā€™t help but imagine mc as just such a weirdo. they pick up random snakes and bugs off the crowd to coo over them sweetly like itā€™s a dog, speaking of which they FIGHT to go pet the three headed one in the basement, the brothers ofc appreciate Mcā€™s weird and accepting behavior.. but they were still caught a bit off guard lol
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0cta9on Ā· 9 months ago
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FFF2+4
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Genre: Smut
Le Sserafim Sakura x Male Reader
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Your hand lazily inserts the key into your apartment and unlocks the door. You want to slam it behind you in anger, but youā€™re too tired to even manage that. Working at the convenience store was supposed to be easy, just a little side hustle you can do to make some cash while you go through school. However, you failed to anticipate the long and arduous days of being yelled at by customers over things you have no power over, all for minimum wage. Your piece of shit manager doesnā€™t make things easier as all she does is sit on her phone while youā€™re the one that has to run around like a dog just to maintain the store. With a heavy sigh, you collapse face-first into the couch, just barely fighting the urge to suffocate in between the cushions and end your suffering once and for all.
ā€œYou good?ā€
You turn your attention to your roommate Sakura, whoā€™s sitting on the floor, immersed in a fighting game on the TV. Sakura seldom talks and has a bit of an unnerving air about her, but she always kept the common areas clean and upheld her side of the chores so you considered her to be the perfect roommate in your book. Youā€™ve managed to warm up to each other a little bit over the years, yet she always remained as sort of an enigma to you. You rarely talked due to always being busy with work or school, but whenever you did see her, she was always playing some kind of video game. Supposedly she makes money from streaming herself playing these games to thousands of people. You didnā€™t really understand, but you didnā€™t really need to anyway.
Your body slides off the couch onto the floor next to her, your eyes glazing over the flashing colors on the screen. ā€œIā€™m fine,ā€ you utter. ā€œWhat are you playing?ā€
ā€œTekken 8,ā€ she answers, her eyes never leaving the screen. ā€œYou wanna play?ā€
ā€œI think Iā€™ll stick to watching you.ā€ Video games were never really your thing, but you could admire how skillful Sakura looked with the way her slender fingers quickly pressed the right buttons at the right time, her eyes glaring with focus. The blue light of the TV reflects off of her pale skin, making her look ethereal despite wearing a simple crop top and a pale blue tracksuit. Since when did Sakura look so attractive?
Before you knew it, you were suddenly face to face with the back of Sakuraā€™s blonde head, your legs splayed out on either side of her. She was too focused on the game to notice you pressing up against her, which you took as a sign to take things further. Maybe it was the exhaustion and the stress seeping its way into your brain, but you needed some kind of release and Sakura just happened to be at the right place at the right time.Ā 
Your hands slowly snake their way up her toned abs, grazing her soft skin with your fingertips and stopping at the hem of her top. Sakura hasnā€™t made any move to stop you, you wonder if she even noticed you at all. You lift up her top, pleasantly surprised to see her wearing no bra underneath. Her breasts are the perfect size and shape to fit into the palms of your hands, soft yet firm like a stress ball. With each gentle squeeze, all the stress you procured over the day begins to drain from your body, and your erection starts to strain against your pants, pressing into Sakuraā€™s lower back. Lust takes over your body as your breath gets heavier and your heart pounds in your chest. Your lips latch onto the back of her exposed neck, kissing and licking her porcelain skin.
ā€œYouā€™re gonna make me lose,ā€ she says, her voice monotone. You momentarily pause to chuckle at her nonchalance. Her body was being ravished by her roommate, yet all she cared about was winning her little game. You found it oddly cute in a weird way.
ā€œSorry,ā€ you chuckle, punctuating your sentence with a kiss on her neck. ā€œHow about this? If you win while I play with your body, Iā€™ll give you $10.ā€
ā€œMake it $20 and Iā€™ll let you fuck me afterward.ā€
ā€œDeal.ā€ Almost immediately, your hand lunges into the waistband of her pants while your other hand pinches Sakuraā€™s nipples. To your surprise, her panties had a sizable wet spot on them - despite her lack of a reaction, she was way into this. As you apply pressure against the wet spot, you hear her breath hitch in her throat, her body shivering upon contact. You had her right where you wanted her.
As much as you would love to take your time to make her feel good, you also didnā€™t want to easily give up the $20 you worked so hard for. You move her panties to the side to give you easier access to the honey pot lying underneath. Her lips were already coated in her slick juices as you teased her hole with your digits. A small groan escapes her mouth right as she wins the first round with a sliver of health left.
ā€œOoooh, that was a close one, Kkura,ā€ you tease, chuckling into her ear. ā€œMaybe thisā€™ll be easier than I thought.ā€
Sakura stays quiet, her focus on the game unwavering. Right as the second round starts, you shove two fingers deep inside her hot, velvety core, eliciting a cute moan from the Japanese girl. The slickness of her arousal coats your fingers, allowing you to thrust in and out of her with ease. The texture of her inner walls is like silk wrapped around steel - soft and smooth, yet firm and unyielding. You watch with enjoyment as Sakura slowly becomes undone. Lustful moans continued to escape her lips, and her fingers began to spaz out with each thrust of your hand, causing her character to lose health. Her grip on the controller tightened with frustration but quickly dissipates as you continue to finger her pussy. Miraculously, she somehow managed to win the second round, albeit with a smaller margin than before.
ā€œHmm, I guess I should start trying now, huh?ā€ You quicken the pace of your hand while your thumb rubs against her clit, sending shockwaves of pleasure through Sakuraā€™s body. Her breathy moans fill the air as she tries desperately to ignore the lust threatening to take over her body. The walls of her pussy tighten around your fingers as she grows closer to her orgasm, her hips rocking subtly with each thrust, inadvertently rubbing her butt against your erection. Your breath grew heavy with excitement, but you didnā€™t want to end the fun just yet. Right when you think sheā€™s about to cum, you remove your hand from her heat, denying her the satisfaction of a release. Sakura turns to you with a fire in her eyes, causing her to lose her first round.
You chuckle in her face. ā€œWhatā€™s with that look?ā€ you ask, taunting her with a sly smirk. From all your years of knowing her, this is the most emotion you have ever seen her display. You couldnā€™t help but find it cute how much she wanted to cum.
ā€œWhateverā€¦ā€ She grumbles in annoyance before turning back to the screen. You place a gentle kiss on the back of her neck, a symbol of your apology. However, you arenā€™t apologizing for not taking her all the way. In fact, this is an apology made in advance - youā€™re about to make things so much more difficult for her.
Instead of pulling the trigger and assaulting her wetness like she wants you to, you decide to tease her by gently rubbing your fingers over the cloth of her crotch, applying just enough pressure for her to feel it but not enough for her to get off. Your other hand traces gentle circles on her breasts, tickling her skin with your fingernails. Sakura lets out a huff of irritation. She so badly wanted to feel your fingers inside of her, but unfortunately for her, her pride was stronger than her lust, and throwing the game for her own pleasure was just not a viable option. Her sexual frustration gets the better of her and the poor girl ends up losing the round in a complete stomp, leaving just one more round to decide whether or not you would be out $20.
ā€œUghā€¦ā€ She groans while pinching the bridge of her nose.
ā€œWhatā€™s the matter? Just one more win and you get $20, easy as pie,ā€ you say, smirking mischievously. Sakura simply shrugged it off, putting all her attention into the game, but little did she know how dirty you planned on playing the final round.
Right as the in-game announcer starts the final round, you push Sakura forward so that sheā€™s now on all fours, her perfect ass in the air. Despite the compromising change in position, she kept her grip on her controller and her focus on winning. You didnā€™t let her stay comfortable for long as you grabbed the waistband of her velvet sweatpants and pulled it down along with her panties, exposing her plump cheeks in one fell swoop. Her pussy stains her thighs with her sweet nectar, ready for you to ravish her hole. All your patience is about to pay off as you free your erection from its prison, lining it up with Sakuraā€™s core. With one thrust, you completely bottom out inside of her, causing a high-pitched moan to come out of her mouth. Your fingers sink into the plush flesh of her hips, pulling her towards you with each thrust. The sight of her modest yet plump ass vibrating with an audible slap of skin against skin is worth way more than $20, yet here you are, enjoying it all for free. Sakuraā€™s pussy squeezes your cock with her slick walls, her climax quickly approaching thanks to the work of your fingers earlier.Ā  At this point, your roommate was a complete mess in front of you, dropping her controller and letting her opponent knock out her character without any fight. Right as the big red ā€œDEFEATā€ pops up on the screen, Sakura lets out a long moan, announcing her orgasm. You hold her hips down on the base of your cock as her body shakes with pleasure, her juices spilling down your legs and staining your work pants.
Sakura collapses onto the ground as you pull out of her, giving you a moment to catch your breath. As much as you would love to dump your entire load into her pretty pussy, you decide to show her mercy in this instance. Games arenā€™t fun if you win them right away.
Slowly, Sakura props herself up. Her chest rises and falls with each heavy breath and you canā€™t help but become mesmerized by her breasts. In turn, she stares at your dick, still glistening with her nectar. She discards her disheveled clothing, and like a kitten stalking its prey, she crawls towards you with unblinking eyes. Normally, her face void of emotion would be hard to read, but at this moment, you knew exactly what she was thinking. Her lips hungrily latch onto yours as she straddles your lap, grasping onto your cock to line it up with her dripping cunt. Your hands automatically gravitate towards her hips as you pull her down onto your lap, forcing her to take all of you at once. Sakura groans into your mouth, wrapping her arms around your head and pulling you deeper into the sloppy kiss.Ā 
As she bounces on your dick, you completely forget about all the shit you faced at work. Hell, you would gladly work at the shit hole if it meant getting to fuck your cute roommate every day. The thought gets you more excited as you meet Sakuraā€™s hips with thrusts of your own, simultaneously breaking the kiss to suckle on her perfect bouncing tits. Her shrill moans and the slaps of your skin against hers fill your ears, driving you closer to the edge.
ā€œS-Sakuraā€¦ Iā€™m about to c-cumā€¦ā€ You warn her, breathless.
ā€œI-insideā€¦ C-cum inside meā€¦ā€
With your grip tightened on her waist, you slam her down onto your cock, forcing your entire length inside as you shoot ropes of your semen into her cunt. Sakura meets your orgasm with one of her own, her pussy pulsating and milking your cock. Her body collapses onto you as both of you catch your breath.
ā€œWell, that was something,ā€ you say to fill the empty space. Sakura answers with a hot shaky breath against your neck. Five minutes pass before her breathing finally comes back to normal. ā€œSooooā€¦ Same time tomorrow?ā€ You ask, half-jokingly. Sakura gets up from your neck with the same blank expression as always.Ā 
ā€œDonā€™t keep me waiting.ā€
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babyleostuff Ā· 4 months ago
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ā€œbam!ā€ you yelled out, ā€œstop scratching the door and come for dinner, baby!ā€Ā 
it was weird to say the least. usually, all you had to do was to pass by the food bowls for bam to be on high alert and ready to be served lunch, tail wagging and ears pointy, but nowā€¦ he was nowhere near as interested in the 99% meat protein boosters mixed with the whole grain chicken clusters (jungkook loved buying bam all of the funky and fancy food) as he was in the entrance door.Ā 
you sighed, as you heard another scratch. ā€œbam,ā€ you said for the twentieth time in the last five minutes, ā€œdinner is ready,ā€ you crouched down, and placed his bowls on the feeder stand. ā€œif you donā€™t eat it, i will,ā€ you muttered under your nose, and lowered your head to rest it on your lap.Ā 
these were the moments when you missed jungkook the most.Ā 
as if bam could sense the sudden shift in your mood, he slowly padded over to where you were crouching, his nails tapping against the wooden floors, and nudged you with his snout. ā€œfinally changed your mind, hm?ā€ you giggled, scratching your big baby behind his ears. almost as if he could understand your words, he nodded his head excitedly, nearly knocking one of the bowls over.Ā 
ā€œokay big boy, letā€™s calm down and eat.ā€Ā 
but before bam could even get a sniff of his food, a quiet, yet very familiar sound drew your attention back to the entrance door. the doberman didnā€™t waste a second and started barking like crazy, which did not help your paranoia that something was off. jungkook made sure that bam underwent all the necessary training to avoid situations like this one, and never since youā€™ve met bam had he acted so chaotic and unlike himself. besides, you couldnā€™t open the door to your apartment with the code anymore since the touchpad was broken, and the only people with keys were you and your boyfriend.Ā 
and jungkook was far away from here, soā€¦Ā 
technically bam could protect you and jungkook in case of a break-in, but you didnā€™t want to be left without a weapon, so you grabbed the nearest candlestick so you could stab the intruder with a half burned candle.Ā 
ā€œbam, come here,ā€ you whispered, your heart pounding in your chest.Ā 
you managed to grab him by his collar just as the intruder slowly opened the door, so much so that you could take a peek at one of the black military boots that wasā€¦ oddly familiar. then the person threw a large backpack inside. thatā€™s probably where heā€™d pack all the things he planned on stealing from your home. mhm, over my dead body. the only thing you were ready to give away were jungkookā€™s underwear - they took way too much space in the closet.Ā 
you held onto bam a bit tighter as the intruder grunted, and threw inside another duffel bag. wow, so this was a big heist.Ā 
ā€œdonā€™t move!ā€ you shouted out, and raised your hand with the candlestick. ā€œiā€™m armed and i have a doberman, so if i were you iā€™d find another place to rob.ā€Ā 
but before you could unleash the beast in the form of a scaredy-cat doberman though, you heard a giggle. and not any giggle.Ā 
it was the giggle you fell in love with after hearing it for the first time. it belonged to you best friend, to your one and only love, to your comfort person that youā€™d look out for in any crowd.Ā 
but it was impossible because he wasn't supposed to be home for the next month.
the intruder pushed the door so you could finally take a proper look at the person who was about to rob you. expect for- ā€œhi, baby,ā€ jungkook smiled, and crooked his head in amusement taking in your form.Ā 
with a candlestick in your hand, and crouched over the dog holding onto him for dear life, jungkook couldnā€™t think of a better welcome back home. ā€œitā€™s good to know the apartment is safe in your arms,ā€ he laughed, as the realisation hit you.Ā 
he was there. jungkook was standing right in front of you.Ā 
you dropped your makeshift weapon and squealed, quickly making your way over to your boyfriend. ā€œwhat? why?ā€ you breathed, and threw your hands around his shoulders, that seemed even wider now. as much as you hated being away from him, god - he looked hot as fuck in the uniform. ā€œwhat are you doing here?ā€ you finally managed to ask.Ā 
jungkook circled one of his strong arms around your waist, keeping your feet off the ground, and cupped your cheek with his other hand, stroking it gently. ā€œyouā€™re really here, arenā€™t you?ā€Ā you slowly pulled the cap off his head to get a better look at him, and ran your hair through the short, black strands that were sticking in all different directions. the scar on his cheek, the mole under his lips, the doe eyes.
ā€œi am,ā€ he smiled. jungkook didnā€™t have to say how much he had missed you - you could see it all in his eyes, and that meant more than a thousand words.
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patricia-taxxon Ā· 9 months ago
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Attempting to extend sympathy to my younger self via self insert fiction.
"Hello there!"
I looked up from the lunchbox on my lap towards the source of the sudden loud voice, standing four or so feet away from me was aā€¦ dog? He stood on two legs, an eager look on his face. I looked around, none of the other kids were nearby.
"Hello?" I said back, a little confused.
"My name is Paul! What is your name?" The dog replied, both in an oddly formal tone of voice andā€¦ loudly, even though he was close enough to grab.
"My name's Bradley." I said, and went back to my PB&J.
"How old are you, Bradley?" asked Paul, in that same babyish but too-formal tone, almost like a robot.
"I'm eleven." I replied, without looking up.
"I'm ten!" He said back. "Nice to meet you!"
Several seconds passed, and he didn't move or look away. I realized he was waiting for me to say something.
"Nice to meet you too, Paul." His tail twitched as I said that, but he quickly moved his paw behind him to hold it in place until it settled. "Sorry," He said, before asking another question. "What do you like to do?"
His awkward storybook-speaking was offputting to me, but no one ever talked to me at recess, especially not completely out of nowhere like this. I answered his question, "I like playing Smash Bros," but I don't know why I thought of that first. I didn't really feel like finishing my lunch, I started to pack it away for later.
"What's that?" He said back. Was that a joke? He looked curious.
"Uhā€¦ it's a game, you can play as different Nintendo characters and fight each other." I waited for him to respond, but he was still listening. "You can uhā€¦ you can be Sonic."
"That's really cool!" He said. "Can I sit next to you?"
"Hm? Oh, okay, I guess." I replied. The dog's tail instantly sprung to life, and he once again moved his paw to stop it. "Sorry," he said, and moved swiftly to sit on the bench next to me, a bit closer than I thought he would. He looked up towards me like he wanted me to keep talking, orā€¦ it looked like he was looking at the top of my head, I wasn't sure.
Instead of explaining Smash Bros anymore, I asked a question myself to take the pressure off. "What do you like to play?" Paul blinked and his ears perked up. "I like Marble Blast Gold!" He almost yelped out, before drawing back. "Butā€¦ shhh, don't tell anyone. I'm not supposed to talk about it."
That didn't make any sense. "Huh? What does that mean?" I asked.
"It's the best game ever, you likeā€¦ you roll, and you have toā€¦ like, you have to get to the end. Uh." He stammered. "But I'm notā€¦ I'm not allowed to play it anymore, my teachers said I'm too obsessed."
"That's bullshit." I spat.
"Yeah!!" He yelled, leaping up onto his haunches, tail wagging up a storm, until he noticed again, and pressed his paw to stop it. "Sorry." he said.
"Why are you doing that?" I asked.
"Doing what?"
"Stopping your tail." I pointed to his butt. "Aren't you likeā€¦ a dog, or something?"
Paul cocked his head like I asked him a really stupid question. "Yeah? Why." He said, carefully.
We stared at each other for another couple of seconds. I didn't know how to word my questions without sounding awkward. "I've met a lot ofā€¦ dogs, and wagging tails is pretty normal." I felt insane saying it out loud.
"Well I'm special!" Paul beamed. "I can talk, I can stand on two legs!" He got up and stood upon the bench, barely reaching eye level with me. "I'm in a class for special dogs only." He bumped a fist on his chest.
"Ohā€¦ okay." I said, not really understanding. I guess the rules were different for dogs that talk. It felt weird watching him do that though, and saying sorry for it too. "Are special dogsā€¦ not supposed to wag?" I asked.
"Yeah. No wagging." He replied. "'Cus humans don't wag."
"But humans don't have tails in the first place." I looked behind myself to check. "So you don't actually know if humans would wag or not, right?" I was getting seriously weirded out by this conversation, but I just kinda kept going. "How'd you learn to talk, anyways?" I asked, Paul looked like he was processing what I said very slowly.
"Like I said, I'm special." Paul repeated. "I'm learning how to make it disappear, like everyone else. First I gotta learn how to keep it still, though, so the magic works."
"Magic?" I said back to him. I mean, it wasn't all that weird compared to meeting a talking dog, but the word still threw me off.
"Yeah, lookit!" The dog hopped off the bench, hunched over with his back facing me, and started screaming like he was about to go super saiyan. I didn't know what I was supposed to be looking at, I was too startled. I might have been imagining things, but I think I saw his tail slowly retracting into his body like a lazy snake.
"Paul! What the fuck are you doing??" I shouted, but instead of responding, Paul justā€¦ went silent and flopped onto his side. I quickly rushed over, yelling "Are you okay? What just happened?" I looked over his body, flat on the asphalt. His tail had grown all the way back andā€¦ his body shrunk. His head was halfway tucked into his shirt like a turtle. His paws barely poked out of his sleeves, pointing directly forward from his body. He didn't look like a kid anymore, he looked like a dog that someone stuffed into some kid's clothes.
After a second, I thought it wouldn't hurt to poke him. "Paul? Recess is almost over." I poked at his chest, and he rolled onto his back limply. I suddenly felt silly trying to talk to him, like I was trying to reason with a pet. I tried a different approach, I clapped my hands and rapped on my knees. "Hey! Up! Food!"
Paul's eyes shot open, and he sneezed, before wiggling his legs to right himself. He took an instant and a half to realize where he was, and he suddenly cowered, looking straight at me, shivering. "Hey, what's wrong?" I whispered. He looked side to side, back at his own doggish body, and back to me. He blinked, looking like he was about to run away.
"No, no, it's okay." I tried to be reassuring, I'd never had a dog before so I didn't really know what I was doing. I almost forgot that I'd just been talking about Smash Bros with him. "Uhā€¦ do you like granola bars?" His ears perked up, and his tail swayed, his newā€¦ anatomy making it hard to reach back and stop it this time. I grabbed my backpack from behind me and rummaged through it for leftovers, I got the other of the two bars inside the wrapper, the one I didn't eat, and held it out in front of me. Paul approached me slowly, his nose twitching. "Can youā€¦ eat this, even?" I asked, as he sniffed the crumbly rectangle. He licked it soon after, and started nibbling and snarfing after that. I watched carefully, scared to make any sudden moves.
Paul looked up at me again, and I noticed his eyes were a little different. More definition, like I could tell a little more what he was feeling. His new eyes looked concerned, like he was waiting for me to do something bad. He reached up with a paw, it was looking a bit more like a hand now. I let go, and he held the bar himself as he munched away, sitting plainly on his knees.
"What was that all about?" I asked.
"Maghic." The dog said through a full mouth.
"That was magic?" I replied. "I saw your tail shrink, I'm pretty sure."
Paul swallowed. "How much?"
I thought back, the image was still clear in my head. "Likeā€¦ barely at all. A couple inches?"
"Awā€¦" He looked disappointed in himself.
We sat in silence for a bit, but there was a question I wanted to ask. "Why do you want to get rid of your tail? Likeā€¦ that looked painful."
"Mrs. Millie said I can go to the regular class if I can turn human," the talking dog said, proudly.
"You're pretty bad at that." I chuckled, reaching out to ruffle his ears without thinking. Paul looked like he was about to take it personally, but suddenly lost his train of thought as my hand touched his head. "Bwuhhfā€¦" He woofed under his breath, his tail twitched and his paws lost their thumbs again. I quickly pulled my hand back, "Sorry! I didn'tā€¦" Paul's eyes took a second to form together again, and he looked right at me, "That wasn't fair." he whined, but his tail was still wagging.
"You really are a dog!" I said, glancing sneakily behind him. Paul followed my gaze to his own tail, yelped, and quickly pressed it down with both paws.
"Oh, come on, stop it." I joked. "It's psyching me out, it looks like it hurts when you hold your tail in place like that."
Paul turned his head back at me. "It doesn'tā€¦ hurt," he said, slowly and surely.
"Hm. Whatever you say." I got up and went back on the bench. After I turned around to sit down, Paul was already running towards me. I didn't have any time to think before he bounded into my lap and butted his head into my chest while his tail went crazy. The impact knocked the wind out of me, but he was pretty small, I got it back in just a second. Paul yipped and barked, maybe there were some normal words in there too, but I couldn't understand it. This is where I realized he wasn't a very special dog after all, I think he was just normal.
I scratched behind his head and stroked his back through those baggy clothes, and this time he didn't mind. He might have been crying, it was hard to tell, I didn't really know what dog crying looked like. Eventually, he settled down. I couldn't feel his shoulders anymore, he seemed in danger of falling out of his shorts if he wasn't careful. I had a dog in my lap, an extremely normal dog. He stretched his body up and rested his head on my shoulder. "I like you, Bradley." He said, a little too slowly, and a little too loudly. I didn't know what to say to that, he barely knew me. This was all very weird. "You're a good dog." I said back, just because it felt right.
I could feel Paul's body shaping up into a more human posture again as he regained composure. He let go, turned to the side, and sat down on the bench next to me again, staring at his paws in his lap. I leaned over, "You okay?" I asked. He didn't answer, he just put his paw on my wrist and started twirling the hair under my sleeve.
I quickly jerked my hand away and covered the hairy skin. "Don't look at that!" I snapped.
"You have fur too!" Paul yelled.
"No, no, that's hair. I'm justā€¦" I didn't want to explain, it was too embarrassing. I looked like I had my dad's arms, I hoped that no one would see. "It's a condition."
"Oh. Okay." Paul stared into the distance again. We sat in silence for another couple awkward seconds before the bell rang.
"Bye, Bradley." the dog said, scampering off.
"Bye, Paul." I waved after him, being sure to hold my sleeve up with my other hand.
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bluewolfangel01 Ā· 3 months ago
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I feel uhhh so silllyy for requesting this but what if sheep mc snapped at like the brothers cuz thereā€™s no way their 100+ year old asses are still acting like angsty teenagers (MC has a delusional joy momentšŸ˜”šŸ˜”šŸ˜”)
It's okay, this is a very interesting request and I'm glad to do it šŸ˜
I will specifically be writing Mc as a sheep like in the manga cause tiny pissed off sheep going off on tall and powerful demons is hilarious (sorry for the wait btw)
angy Mc is funny Mc and you can't change my mind
(I headcanon that the brothers sense their sin on Mc/you btw)
-Angy Mc-
Satan was the first one to sense something was up after a few minutes after his brothers and him started arguing
At first he wasn't sure what he was sensing, until he realized that he felt his sin, pure festering wrath
The worst part? He realized that it coming from Mc, who oddly enough was just sitting quietly on the couch, blankly staring at their phone in front of them
Satan went quite
Which caught the attention of the other brothers, who also turned their shouting at Satan, and even though Satan was very tempted to strick back at them, he held his tongue for once
Mc: "Can you all not fight, argue, or yell FOR ONE DAY?!"
It was at this point the brothers knew, they f#cked up (and went silent)
Mc: "Honestly, I know yall are brothers and demons so this kinda stuff is bound to happen but for Diavolo's sake this is getting ridiculous!"
Mc: *points hoof at Belphie* " Belphie. I know you're the avatar of sloth and therefore sleep a lot, but you can't solve all your problems and grief by sleeping the time away constantly, and the youngest brother brat thing doesn't always make you endearing!"
Mc: *points hoof at Beel* "Beel. I know you have survivors guilt but Lilith ended up living with humans like she wanted, Belphie doesn't need you standing up for him all the time, and you needn't continue to try to fill the hole inside you by eating in a restaurant that has no more food when you could just go down the street to another food place!"
Mc: *points hoof at Asmo* "Asmo. I know you ~get it on~ mainly to distract yourself from your troubles, to make yourself forget even just for a bit, sometimes but you can't push those feelings down forever, so actually talk with someone, anyone, about whats bothering you rather then trying ignore it! And stop hitting on your brothers, it's kinda weird!"
Mc: *points hoof at Satan* "Satan. I know you have an inferiority complex when it comes to Lucifer, but for the love of Diavolo, you wouldn't be called Satan, avatar of wrath, if you were like Lucifer in the first place. You have blonde hair and like cats, Lucifer has black grey-ish hair and likes dogs. AND THATS JUST THE START OF THE CONTRASTS! You are your own person, get that through your thick skull!"
Mc: *points hoof at Levi* "Levi. I know that it's easy to compare yourself to others and not at least feel somewhat bad about yourself but how do you not realize that you're the best tech wiz we got, an amazing gamer, and the most dedicated being I've ever seen in my life! So if you think that you're not good at something think again!"
Mc: *points hoof at Mammon* "Mammon. How in the whole Devildom is the Avatar of Greed almost always poor?! Also I know you are a material gorl, but items and things can't fully fill the void that you feel, so stop acting all emotionally constipated and just ask for affection if you want it!"
Mc: *points hoof at Lucifer* "And you Lucifer. I know you're the eldest and the prideful one, but there is such a thing as shouldering too much and being stubborn to a fault! Ask for help and for Diavolo to lessen your workload every once in a while! And stop not telling your brothers important things, rather then being all secretive to try to 'protect them' youre just hurting yourself and them cause of it!"
Silence was all that could be heard in the House of Lamentation, the brothers still as statues with varying amount of widened eyes, staring at the small being that they cherished that had just ripped into them so aggressively
After a minute ofa dead silent pause, Mc turned off their phone, hopped off the couch and started walking to the living room exit
Mc: "Honestly, I didn't expect to become a therapist for demons when coming here, and now I can't even read my enemies to lovers book in even somewhat peace.... I don't get paid enough for this."
They then disappeared from the brothers' sight, left to wrap their heads around what just happened
And the arguement that started it all? Who was going to make dinner that night
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kiyo-cant-write Ā· 22 days ago
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Summary: This Yuu has always loved animals since they were young, fish and mammals alike. They venture to see the ocean life in Octavinelle, meaning both the fish and the fish people :)
TW/CW: None
Notes: pre-relationship, gender neutral reader, they/them pronouns for the reader, the reader is implied to be Yuu/Ramshackle Prefect
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[Name] had always loved animals. Dogs, cats, even fish! They were all so cool. When they were little they had been interested in fields of work involving animals. As they grew up, the love never faded. Even in this Twisted Wonderland, it remained. But... with some new sides.
Now that focus was directed elsewhere. Here at NRC, there were merfolk and beastmen. It was all too cool. They had to ask, they had to investigate. They wanted to know more, to know everything!
They walked into the Mostro Lounge and approached...
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Azul Ashengrotto
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Azul is a very busy man and he doesn't expect part of his day to be... this. [Name] catches him off-guard, something he doesn't like.
He is used to the weirdest of people asking him for things.
People always want things from him.
However, someone asking about his merform really makes him unsettled as he doesn't care for the form himself.
He sighs as soon as the questions begin but doesn't stop them.
Sadly, he is fond of this human and he lets them yap at him.
They apparently like octopi. He is oddly flattered by this sentiment.
In the end, Azul answers some of [Name]'s weird questions.
He offers them a few non-sinister smiles as well.
All for free, of course. He's a benevolent force after all.
Azul was startled when [Name] first burst into the Lounge and asked to speak to him. Well, asked was putting it nicely. They entered the room and beelined for Azul, much to his frustration. He had been working but doubted he would get anything more done now.
"Yes, [Name]-san?" he asked them after a moment, "What did you need from me?"
His voice was calm and collected as he smiled his businessman's smile at them, hoping to make this quick if it had anything to do with Deuce Spade, Ace Trappola, or even that cat, Grim.
"I wanted to ask you something, Azul."
[Name] seemed confident today.
"Ask me what, exactly?" Azul asked them.
"I want to know more about merfolk. I've always loved animals and there are so many animal-like species here... I just need to know more!" they explained.
Azul was at a loss for words. They wanted to ask him about his... About merfolk? That was odd. It had to be a joke, right? This was...
"Can you tell me about them? Or yourself?" [Name] asked.
They had a look on their face that made Azul want to give in, much to his annoyance. Why was he okay with this? He didn't understand it.
"Alright, ask away with the questions then," he told them.
They smiled again as they asked their question.
"I was wondering if you can regrow your tentacles!"
"What."
Azul was once again at a loss for words. The octomer offered them an incredulous look. What the fuck? Why would you need to know that?
"I was wondering if you cā€”"
"I heard you the first time," he shushed them, "Why?"
"No reason, just curious," they told him.
He sighed. Today was going to be a long day.
"Alright, so you are just wondering about this trait in octopus merfolk," he repeated, for them or himself it was unclear, "I suppose the simple answer is... yes, I can."
"You can???"
[Name] seemed surprised.
"That's so cool! That's part of why octopi are some of my favorite animals! They're so magical to be able to do things like that!"
[Name continued to prattle on about octopi. But... For some reason, it felt a bit personal and Azul felt his face heat up.
"Is there a-anything else you'd like to know?"
"Wellā€”Azul are you okay? You look like you have a fever!"
"No, no, I'm quite alright," he assured them, and the discussion continued.
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Jade Leech
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Jade is always "polite" to those who come into the lounge.
He knows this human so he humors their questions.
He kindly reminds them that they need to buy a drink to stay.
"If you don't buy a drink I am afraid I will have to send you away..."
He sheds a few fake tears as he says this.
He knows that [Name] will understand he is kidding.
(He is serious about the drinks though)
Jade happens to be working when [Name] shows up.
He continues to do his job while they chat, slowly having them do lounge tasks alongside him while they talk. Feed two birds.
He finds it cute that they like morays this much.
Jade wonders if you would talk to him about his terrariums.
Even though he wouldn't mind showing off his merform, he is too busy with work and tells [Name] that it would hinder his work.
"I am very sorry, [Name], that is not a service the lounge provides."
Jade smiled at the sight of [Name] helping to bring orders to tables and check on the patrons of the Mostro Lounge. It was certainly helpful to have an additional set of hands during the busy hours. They had come asking questions about merfolk, asking one of the few they knew at school... It had resulted in work time for them.
The Octavinelle Vice Housewarden would say he felt bad if it did not benefit him immensely to have their time and energy today.
"Next order, [Name]-san," he reminded, handing them a tray as they came up to the counter once more, "Three more to go, I believe."
"Jade, will you really tell me more about merfolk if I do this?"
"Yes, of course," Jade told them, "You see, a deal is a deal and we at the Mostro Lounge take these things very seriously."
He gave them a close-mouthed smile that [Name] trusted.
They gave a quick nod and took the next order to its table.
"Hehe," came the soft laugh from Jade as he watched them go.
They trusted him too much, he was sure of it. But it was almost endearing when he thought about it, the blind trust of someone so kindhearted. He had to admit it interested him why they had trusted so easily. He was not as outwardly threatening as Floyd but he was certainly so saint either. Some said Jade was scarier than Floyd.
"I'm ready for the next one!" [Name] said, having returned while Jade was thinking, "Eh? Jade? Are you okay?"
The "shady" smile of Jade's returned as he nodded to them.
"Ah, of course. I'm alright. Let us take these last ones, shall we?"
Together, the pair delivered the last three orders to their customers who were eagerly waiting. Jade took two while [Name] took one with both hands. They had made quick work of the growing number of orders that had piled. Jade noted that he needed to edit the scheduling for the Lounge. This was not enough workers. Was it?
"Will you answer a question now?" [Name] asked as they headed back toward the Lounge kitchen, "Or is there more work to be done?"
"It would depend entirely on what your question is, [Name]-san," Jade told them, being surprisingly honest at that moment.
"I want to know what merfolk are like! What do they look like or do under the sea?" [Name] asked him, sparkling as brightly as gold.
"I see, I see," Jade mused as he thought, "I am afraid that I cannot show you what a merperson looks like today. It would hinder the productivity of the Lounge and Azul would not like it."
[Name] pouted and Jade only chuckled at the response.
"I can perhaps explain a fact you might like, though," he told them, "Would that suffice? One fact from a moray to a human."
"Ooh, okay!" [Name] agreed with a smile.
Jade admittedly found it a bit cute, but he didn't say anything about it. That would be a sentiment he shelved for another day.
"Us moray eel merfolk are bioluminescent."
"You glow? Like a glowstick?" they asked.
"What is a glowstick?" Jade returned the question with a question.
"You shake them and then crack them and they glow."
[Name] demonstrated with violent miming.
"...We glow but I do not think the shaking nor cracking is required."
"Oh..." they replied, pausing before they smiled again, "Cool!"
[Name] still seemed just as enthusiastic about it even without the added violence. Jade had to admit, maybe he wouldn't mind teaching them more should they desire it.
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Floyd Leech
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Floyd having a bad mood day or not is the deciding factor for how he reacts to someone who is this enthusiastic about his species.
Let's assume you find him on a good day for your own safety.
Floyd laughs at you for asking. He thinks it's funny you like eels.
He thinks it's even funnier than they are asking him about eels.
"Do you ask the beastmen about themselves too?"
Still, it's kind of cute, he has to admit.
He answers questions, some better than others.
He gives some interesting facts here and there.
He isn't stupid, he just doesn't care for lessons much.
When [Name asks him about his merform, he smirks.
This just got very interesting :3
What a generous offer, as Azul might say.
Floyd watched [Name] as they listed off their favorite animals, among them were eels. He gave them a toothy grin as he heard the words leave them, the kind of expression that would send most people running to the opposite end of the damn school.
"Ne, Shrimpy. Do you really like eels that much?" he asked them, leaning a bit closer to them to stare at them with heterochromatic eyes, "Are they your favorite animal of all? That'd be fun."
"I like all animals, though," [Name] told him with a laugh, not seeming to mind the space, "But I am pretty fond of eels."
"All eels?" Floyd asked, hinting at the answer that would satisfy him.
"Well, I mean all eels are cool," they said before looking at him and smiling a moment later, "But I like morays the best."
"Good! We are the best there is," Floyd agreed, a grin still sparkling on his face as he laughed along with the human guest, forgetting his work.
He could waste time a bit with them. Azul would only get so mad and he was boring anyway, so serves him right. There was no way Floyd was in the mood to cook right now. He was in the mood to chat with Shrimpy about their favorite animals.
"So what else did you want to know?" Floyd asked, leaning against one of the plush chairs in the lounge as he watched them.
[Name]'s eyes sparkled.
"I really want to see what a merperson looks like..." they said, "Are they really so fishy?"
"Hmm? Why don't you find out, then~" Floyd said, taking [Name]'s hand as he walked them over to one of the larger fish tanks that decorated the space and climbed into it.
[Name] was amazed by the massive form that Floyd took on when outside of his human disguise. He was turquoise, with stripped patterns on his body and arm and ear fins that matched his coloring.
"Think us merfolk are nice then?" Floyd teased, "Want to join me?"
[Name] nodded, though it was unclear to which part of the question.
"Come on then!" Floyd said, giggling, reaching to pull them into the tank with him, "Aa, so nice~"
[Name] felt the cold water on their wet clothes that were now sticking to their body. They leaned up against Floyd who was so tall in this form. Or would it be "long"? Is that a better word? They didn't know.
This calm lasted only for a moment...
"FLOYD. WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?" Azul's voice could be heard from across the room.
"Oops~ caught by the bossman," Floyd said, laughing again even if he seemed a bit miffed about being interrupted.
Even if the Lounge was busy and Floyd was on shift, he would always see it this way: Azul was interrupting his time with Shrimpy.
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thenewgirl76 Ā· 4 months ago
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Why Can't We Be Friends?
Before John can spend his rare downtime bonding with his childhood friend Angela Foley's son for the next two weeks, he first has to find someone to babysit the... weird looking creature that's apparently his nephew in all but blood's best friend. Not an easy feat given how clingy to the point of being attached to the hip the ferret shaped thing is.
Tucker has to bribe his pet(?) with hanging with the Green Lanterns along with the rest of the Justice League up in the Watchtower(they'll definitely be discussing that later) just to convince him to not try and tagalong. And that's how Hal finds himself dealing with the major headache that is Phantom.
No, he's not exaggerating. That's exactly what the measly gremlin is with his constant demands for food, affection, or playtime from anyone who's present and insistence on getting into whatever he can, one never-ending headache. What makes it even more taxing is how everyone else, even Batman is so wrapped up in how "cute and lovable" the little bugger is they see nothing wrong with his annoying antics.
And as if it couldn't get any worse, the tiny menace seems to have taken a liking to him the most out of all the League and won't quit following him around. It's like dealing with an abnormally needy and scarily intelligent cat, and Hal absolutely abhors cats.
That said, he does find himself feeling just a smidge of regret when he allows his stress over a grueling patrol to get the best of him and yells at the little creep for drinking his coffee. If it'll get everyone off his back and stop Phantom from making those hurt puppy dog eyes at him he'll make it up to the diminutive devil later somehow. Right after he sneaks a nap in while he's stuck on monitor duty.
But of course Phantom won't even allow him that, as he's now pestering him rather persistently with that aggravating chirping and trilling. Since napping is no longer an option he'll just see what Phantom wants and hopefully get rid of him for at least a few minutes afterwards. So Hal slowly drags himself into consciousness, and is met with a large oddly colored hunk of swiss cheese?
Waking up a bit more he starts hearing the swiss cheese begging him for death. Okay, clearly something's wrong with this picture. Wiping the last of the sleep from his eyes Hal looks again, and is instantly screaming in horror upon realizing what he had mistook for swiss cheese in his sleepy haze is actually Sinestro, looking very much like he'd fought a school of piranhas and the piranhas won. With all the blood and all the chunks of missing flesh and skin Hal can see why his former mentor was pleading with him to end him.
And throughout all this that little monster Phantom is staring up at him, perched on the barely alive korugaran, covered in his blood and looking far too pleased with himself. If it weren't for Hal's training and fortitude he'd either be running scared or having a nervous breakdown. That doesn't stop him from being immensely relieved over no longer having to be on guard around Phantom once John finally comes to get the miniscule hellion off the Watchtower.
Though it would be nice if; Superman stopped trying to guilt trip him. *He swears on everything holy he's gonna find the biggest piece of kryptonite and shove it where the sun don't shine if he has to listen to how Phantom never would have did what he did if Hal hadn't been so harsh one more time.*
Wonder Woman ceased with her badgering about how he should have shown more appreciation towards Phantom and the gift he had bestowed upon him.*He'd love to see just how appreciative she'd be if it was Cheetah getting dumped in front of her all chewed... oh wait.*
Flash quit laughing at him. *Shut the hell up Allen. He did NOT scream like a little girl.*
And most of all, John and all the other GL dropped it about how they were so jealous he was the one Phantom gifted instead of them. *Seriously guys? With all that little miser put him through, that's what you're taking from it?*
Missing Scene
*When Sinestro was confronted by Little Baby Man*
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*What Little Baby Man did to him before hauling him off to present to Hal*
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bella-goths-wife Ā· 4 months ago
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How the yandere bowers gang protects you
Warnings: sexual assault, revenge porn, physical abuse, murder, gore, emotional abuse, verbal abuse, manipulation, fucked up dynamics, forced relationships, MDNI
I do not intend to romanticise or normalise any of the themes I write about, I use them simply for entertainment value and do not encourage the replication of these actions!
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Henry bowers:
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You never really expected any aspect of Henry to be protective
You assume the hands that lay countless bruises on your skin to be the ones to shield you from the ruthless touch of others
But below the surface, thereā€™s a part of Henry that yearns to hide you away from the ugliest parts of the world
Even if he himself is one of the ugliest aspects of your life
He pushed that part of himself down for the sake of keeping his composure while correcting you
He canā€™t go soft on you and allow disrespect now can he?
But there was always a firmness in the rule of never visiting his home
You assumed it was because he was embarrassed of you and didnā€™t want you to meet his father, when in actuality it was quite the opposite
But belch had dropped you off in a hurry at Henryā€™s when the rest of the group was out of commission and he had to get home quickly, and you couldnā€™t avoid the bowers residence
You knocked on the door only to be greeted by Henryā€™s father, who stared at you leeringly and suddenly you felt like a lost lamb backed into a corner by a rabid dog
Oh, how much did Henryā€™s gaze replicate his fathers in certain lights
When Henry saw the scene of his father looking at you with the look of an overjoyed dog at the sight of fresh meat, his mind couldnā€™t stop but to wonder about his mother
Suddenly, he felt like that helpless child watching his mother squirm and scream no as a the male embodiment of terror beat her and ripped her clothes
He felt the urge to run to you, to hide you in his chest and stroke your hair that he loved so much all while reassuring you that everything was okay
Like he wanted someone to do to him when he was a child
But instead, he responds in the only language that he could speak with his father as he yelled at him while pushing him away
He positioned himself in front of you as he purposely angered his abuser in order to distract his wandering gaze to you
He screamed at you to go home, allowing you to be alone for the first time in months out of desperation
You returned to your home and oddly enough, you couldnā€™t remember how to act normally in your own home
Your life was a constant performance of survival, how were you supposed to act while the curtain to your theatre were momentarily shut?
You just sat for hours on the couch and listened out for the next command or for your next warning and reprimand
For hours, just sat as still as a statue with tense shoulders as you awaited the next performance
You eventually went to bed around the same time that the boys would, much later then you did before them but for some reason their schedules had merged with yours and overtaken your thoughts
Henry entered your home a few hours before sunrise and creeped into your room
He was battered and bruised as he looked down at you in your bed, you couldnā€™t help but think about all the times he had left you in a similar state to try and ease your misplaced sympathy
You assumed heā€™d punish you for your rule break, but he just slowly climbed into your bed and laid his head on your chest
He commanded your hands to stroke his hair and for you to reassure him
Small tears escaped his eyes and wet your shirt as he commanded you to tell him that he was nothing like his father, that he was a better man
The lies felt like acid on your tongue as you reassured him quietly until he fell asleep
Henry was too far gone to ever understand that he didnā€™t break the cycle, he replicated it perfectly
Patrick Hockstetter:
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You had been weird lately, Patrick had noticed
You had always been mopey and sad, but lately you were downright depressed
You neglected your personal appearance as you refused to eat or care for yourself in any way
This had caused Patrickā€™s attraction to you fade slightly, and that would not do in Patrickā€™s eyes
His sexual attraction was the only real feeling he felt, and it was his one true connection to you in terms of outside of his obsession
So Patrick decided to do some digging
He had found that some girls from school had been harassing you daily for the last few weeks during the few times you were without them
They had taken your clothes when you were changing in the ballet studio and had ruined the clothes you had handmaid, leaving you in only a towel
Luckily belch lended you his shirt but your humiliation lasted for days
The harassment didnā€™t stop there, they would put sharp tacs in your ballet shoes, loosened a balancing pole so that youā€™d fall when using it, called you all sorts of names
Now Patrick didnā€™t particularly care about your general well-being, as shown by his abusive and enabling behaviours
But when something affects his attraction to you, then it becomes a problem for Patrick
And you being in this depressive mood definitely affected his attraction, so Patrick took matters in his own hands
He decided to use what he knew and slept with each of the girls, roughly and painfully but with consent which was a curtesy he never offered you, before taking pictures of them on his camera and having the pictures developed
After a night of his usual forceful abuse, he showed you the pictures as some sort of twisted aftercare
The photos made you feel physically ill as you asked him why
He claimed he was protecting you, that those girls wouldnā€™t bother you now
All a lie, his motives were completely selfish
You cried at the pictures and he assumed you were jealous, so he assured you that heā€™d fix it
The next day he spread the pictures across the school, forcing the girls to isolate themselves out of humiliation
Patrick assumed the problem was fixed now and told you that you owed him
Despite the heavy guilt in your gut, you couldnā€™t help but find enjoyment in the fact the girls presence was no longer constant
Victor criss:
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Victor was an observant guy, especially when it came to you
He memorised everything he could about you
He knows your routines, your preferences, your anxietyā€™s and your expressions
And he knew the minute that one of the male ballet teacher helped you stretch by grabbing at your thigh, that you were extremely uncomfortable
At first he tried to brush it off as a misreading of the situation, simply not knowing enough about a ballerinas strict routine
But he definitely did not misread the situation when he came to pick you up one afternoon and saw you cornered by your teacher with a look of absolute fear on your face
You practically ran to vic and held on to him tightly as you lead him out the building, something that only confirmed your fear as you usually repulsed away from his touch
He prodded you for answers but you became snappy with him and as he was about to reprimand you, he saw the tears that were close to streaming down your face with any more pressure
Vic was enraged
who was this piece of shit to touch you? Does he not know your owned? Does he not know your bowers gang property? Did he not realise that you were victors property?
Vicā€™s mind is made up as he drops you off with belch before making his way back to the ballet studio
He used your teacher as a pin cushion as he used his switch blade over and over and over until vic finally felt he had gotten his message through
He cut the hands off individually before skinning them and keeping the bones and hiding them away
He informed the rest of the bowers gang and they helped him stuff the body with rocks and watched it sink to the bottom of the river, never to be found again
They didnā€™t question him, they didnā€™t question his brutality, they just helped him clean up his mess
The same as what heā€™d do for them
Vic never told you what happened to your ballet teacher, but you inferred it from the context clues of the bones under his bed and the hidden away bloody clothes
All he asked for in return was a kiss and to be able to hold your hand without you looking sick
You tried your best
Belch Huggins:
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Thereā€™s something surprisingly soft in belchā€™s protection
Heā€™s the biggest in the group and most assumed to be violent, but heā€™s the softest out of the boys
His protection can range from small thin to big things
He expresses his protection in many different ways
He covers the side of the table if your grabbing something from underneath it, he walks on the side of the sidewalk closet to the road, he holds you hands or your clothes in public places to keep track of you
He even protects you in the gang sometimes by positioning himself slightly in front of you in a group setting, taking the blame for your mistakes and distracting the others from your actions
But there is always going to be a dark side to belch
And that dark side was brought out specifically by some drunk grabbing at you harshly on the walk home, not knowing belch was with you
Belch felt iron hot fury in his veins as he looked at the scene of this drunk bastard grabbing you so hard it could probably bruise your skin
Your a goddess in belchā€™s eyes, a slice of heaven bestowed upon earth and something he can indulge in and hopefully on day overdose on
And to see this drunkenly ignorant fool dirty your perfection with his disgusting touch? Well it set off a reaction in belch that he hoped youā€™d never have to see
He bashed the manā€™s head against the pavement over and over again as he felt every scream of pain was retribution for him disgracing the religion of you that belch follows so piously
The crunch of the mans broken nose against the floor brings belch back to reality as his eyes shoot up and meet your horrified gaze
You had seen belch commit violent acts before, you had been a victim of those acts many times
But those were all on the orders of Henryā€™s, this time was different
This act was committed with free will
Belch hurriedly tried to explain himself and begged you to not be afraid
You swallow your fear and horror as you hold his bloodied hands in yours and belch only looks down at you with practically heart eyes
You assumed that if you rejected him the violence would turn on you, and all though you were wrong belch was too blinded with awe to understand that
In his eyes you had just accepted the most ugly part of himself, proving that the pedestal he had placed you on was correct and you were the angel on earth that he thought you was
In your eyes, you had just dodged a possibly painful punishment
In reality, you had just tamed the beast with a gentle giant underneath the surface
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11rosebunny Ā· 6 months ago
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ā€” CHARACTER WITH STUPID READER !!
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content: f!reader, fluff
characters: Haruka Sakura, Hajime Umemiya, Toma Hiragi, Hayato Suo, Jo Togame, Tomiyama Choji
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Haruka Sakura
He is equally as stupid so it's not surprising whenever somebody sees you two, they can expect one of you to start jumping from building to building like a monkey.
Nobody knows how you two are even living, especially with the way you meet new people could rub off the wrong way, you two are known for your notorious insults...
However, you are dumber than him which is terrible, when two stupid people pair up together, what do you expect? He sometimes gets frustrated if you two end up arguing, you can't even help each other when none of you know what to do, and the worst part is he can not have peace and quiet if you're around.
Hajime Umemiya
This boy finds it funny because of how stupid you are. If anything, he will still treat you well just like everybody else but sometimes, when he sees you mess up during an argument, say something abominable that could get you locked up in jail, start a fight because someone looked at you funny, or genuinely mess up any task your given, he does end up getting a bit annoyed, because how do you mess up watering plants?
It's like he has a personal dog, like a border collie that runs around in circles chasing their own tail, it's funny, cute, but also a lot of responsibility...
Toma Hiragi
He feels like he's raising his own child. Suo had noticed that he'd always have to pick you up and toss you over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes before you did anything remotely moronic that could lead you in a huge mess.
He needs double the stomachache pills when he's around you... which is all the time.
He still finds it cute and engaging to see you act all clumsy and oblivious to anything, the only down part is he doesn't like it when you can't read the room. He has to cover your mouth with his hand before you continue to talk about something that would get you beaten up, drag you away and apologize on your behalf before scolding you in a random alleyway, if it was from a different perspective, a person would have assumed he was babysitting his friend's younger sister.
Hayato Suo
Surprisingly, he deals with you very well.
He knows how to correct behaviours in a proper manner, something Toma lacks... he's learned the different tricks and plans to get you to stop acting like a nuisance whenever he doesn't approve of the way you're acting, and it works very well!
He'll tell you to stop and let you off with a warning, cherish the way you light up whenever you're speaking a little too loud in public, he even lets you insult someone as long as you don't take it too far.
Jo Togame
To be honest, he has the slightest interest in stupid girls.
He wasn't aware that that could be a type of personality he was interested in till he met you. Your outlook on situations, people, objects, drama, made him have to take a double guess on you, he convinced himself for a while you were maybe just outgoing, till listened to you speak one day that you used to think the moon would always follow you as a kid whenever you were in a very long car ride.
'Maybe she is just stupid...'
Like Umemiya, he will love the way how funny you are without even trying. If he were to just look at you from across the room and you were simply just standing there, he would start snorting to himself to refrain from bursting out laughing. But, instead of stopping you from doing dumb things, he lets you continue to do them. The only reason why allows you is because he knows he can always stop you whenever you go to far.
Tomiyama Choji
Everyone has to run and hide from you two if you manage to come in their sight.
Choji was already bad enough in the beginning, especially for Togame who had to withstand if from the very start, so once you rolled around, he oddly began to fall sick even more, weird...
You two are known for being trouble makers, because this boy does not stop you from doing stupid things, in fact, he might even encourage it if it's just you two alone and have no one else to tell you otherwise.
You're not alone when you do your stupid things, because 99% of the time, he's joining you. The only time he'll stop you is if he or you gets hurt, not even before you get hurt, it's only after.
He loves the way you're just as outgoing as him, he finds it amazing that you're able to keep up with his personality.
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