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meownotgood · 1 year ago
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you're so cute cute little man on the phone doing business
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toomanyideasandfandoms · 7 months ago
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I knew you'd like the idea >:3
Just imagine the characters having an intervention meeting without the creator and they bring THAT up and the notebook along with it and the entire room just goes to silence and no one know how to bring the fact that close to half of the deaths later on were of their own creator's hands.
You're right though, I def think that Sumeru would actually make the problem worse and potentially cause a relapse in which case another nation takes over and Sumeru is seen as worse or inferior for causing more pain to the creator (like the little hypocrites they are smh)
Imagine there's some pages on the old notebook of just describing how they felt and the reader can see the slow descent to madness as each death happens and it's like forbidden knowledge for them to the point that it actually like becomes risk of being lethal, so they kinda stop looking into it and just try their best to heal their creator and just leave the skeleton in the closet, per say.
I forgot to put my little thing on the last post but here it is again! I have way more ideas for sagau that i will probably never get to write so i'm happy to share them!
🍌anon
🍌 anon I want you to know that I am eating everything up cause MY GOD THE WAVELENGTHS WE'RE HAVING AAAAA
And ohhhhh ohhhhhh forbidden knowledge, your brain rn omg. CHRIST ALMIGHTLY
Some of the notes would actually be forbidden knowledge, especially if we're talking the early ones and if the creator was isekaied before Sumeru's archon quests. Omg- NO ONE CAN READ THE FIRST COUPLE OF EDITIONS, besides for Traveler-
Wait....this just made me realize something. I FORGOT TO EVER THINK ABOUT THE TRAVELER, WHAT ROLE WOULD THEY EVEN HAVE??? OH GOD HOW COULD I OVERLOOK THIS WAIT
Putting a pin in that for later (slamming my head against the wall over this)
But yeah Traveler is probably the one that creator would be closest too, because they have to be the first ones (besides Nahida or Neuvillette) to know the truth. So when the notebooks are found they're the only ones allowed to read it. So they would be at the meeting and conveying what is necessary but also keep the important parts our for the sake of the creator's privacy and to keep the forbidden knowledge from infesting again.
What probably keeps them at an advantage is the language creator uses can only be read by Traveler since Teyvat's language is usually translated for us in game in our own languages.
And also yes Sumeru would be worst, glad we agree. BUT THAT'S ONLY BECAUSE OF THE AKADEMIYA, Azar fucking sucks and would never understand. BUT- if we're talking with Alhaitham being the acting leader then there's a higher chance for them. Especially with the other Sumeru characters being there, and Nahida!! Nahida would be a godsend since she obviously would have the most knowledge, both known and unknown, and also would be able to peer review others ideas based on when she's read the memories of the creator (poor baby got traumatized tho-)
PLUS! Kuni (Wanderer name I use, making sure that's known) being our body guard, ain't no way creator is dying even if it is their wish. Combine that with Cyno also on guard duty and you got a chance of healing way better then whenever Azar (fuck that guy seriously) was in charge.
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istherewifiinhell · 2 months ago
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scheduled hopefully for appropriate insanity causing hours
304 cant believe everyone in gin.tama just lives like this. the. speech convictions dramatic childhood flashbacks promises lifestyle. not just for main characters i guess (is this guy the shogun.....)
yay yay yippppppe the guys. yay ayay yippeee flashbacks. DONT DIE.
kaaaaaaruga. always suspected. if i understood her more id be obsessed. Confirmed. 2 second in pulling that. i was waiting for ur weakness bullshit. BEAT UP UR OLDER BROTHER. (<- comma. gay? ) kagura born on this planet.... half a second of taka.gin grappling could sustain me for a life time (gin puts his hands on him to throw him) hey fellas i know this is the Sword Penis show but have u considered going at it meg.op. style. for me?
omg baby flashback leftest infighting. sugi ur not the most oppressed person in the world u know. well u would say that scholarship baby zura. diddddddd they shape each others ideologies like that. where they reading theory together as shitty little kids -> well prob not this show but lets indulge
oh right gin former. ghost eating thing. showing up to the school yard beef with a real sword.
HI SHOU.YOU. HI. his little pogchamps
loveeee how they do the blood in this show looks like velvet, alll dark shimmery. also the editing. wooooo.
bushido speech. this shit is cool actually. also leon.ardo the ninja turtle would love it (03)
zura giving him fooooood oh no. little. verbal redirects of kindness transparency
NOOOO SUGI beats gin for the first time clip NO NONO SUGI LAUGHING SLOW MO CLIP (already tearing up)
ahhhh the position of the school and the attitudes of the backgrounder kids actually very affecting and interesting isnt it.... shou.youuuuuuuu the man(thing) that u are....
ep. 305
theeeeee babies. the babies.... the babiest guys. so so charmedddd by them charmeddd again by how. unexpected? maybe. sugi and zura stick together.... the remainers..... kidtoki why are uuuu such a perfectly cromulent. thing. little. video game character ass look. perfect. shitty cool affect. wanna pinch his little cheeks 10/10 letting this kid be the leader of the playground gang.
shou.youuuuuu shou.youuuuuu. such a. believably. man with his complexities but hes being around children so (friendly voice) 'thats right. what do you think' sooooo. yeah immediately believes 100 thousand percent he means everything he says so truly yeah i probably would get. horrible weird trauma give the givens too
THROW THE SWORDS AWAY YAYYYYYY. flashback. ohhhhhhh sugi. i little. weird bitch (said in. desperate scrambling fondness. i love the things that are wrong with him)
gin boots are so hot...
SOMEONE INTIMATE TO CUT AND CURSE!!!!!!! ohhhhh babes (what could i possible say abt it that hasnt been said) well i hope they fuck themselves to death about it
fightscene styles gt vs tf <- place holder i left for myself. that will be extricated to a diff post.
gin scrambling in the blood and dirt under all the promises he has given his loved one. YES BABE. thats exactly what ur supposed to be going
ohhhhhh godddddddd the fucking beheading scene back to back from both of their perspectives oh jesus fuck oh hell. im going to. cut and curse at someone else. i guess. THANKS HIM. THANKS HIM FOR IT. (crying) cool. thats normal. i feel normal about the man (shou.you)(gin)
what the fuck. oboro real? thats fucked up. THATS WHO TAKES THE EYE? (knew this techincally) WHO THE FUCK IS OBORO. (am seeing him) why is he a grown ass man i thought he was a kicked dog of a boy.
SUGI. SUGI YOU DUMB BITCH (loves him)(loves intractable positions)(loves the emotional incommunicability of reality)(loves an emotional confliction you can never resolve and just have to die about) he did it to save u fucking losers. cause his fucking teacher dad man asked him too. and thanked him for the service. ohhhhh u miserable fucks
why did you SAVE US. say it like that. damn.
oh youd do anything. youd kill shou.you. youd kill sugi himself. just to save the student your teacher loved. okay. okay. jesus. so you are the same. so your exactly the same person. your saying things that dont even make sense youve both lost any plane of reality cause you cant separate the things youve lost from the things you have. the very people youve saved are now reflected in those youve lost and youll both kill them to keep them alive. okay. no yeah thats fine cool lol.
(i guess sugis version would technically be said in reverse, you cant separate what youve have from what youve lost and the very person you lost are reflect in the one who saved you. and to keep him alive (crying gin.toki) youd kill him)
and MOST IMPORTANTLY. because you are the same person. you see yourself in him and him in yourself and u cant figure out where you end and he begins and your diametric opposed mirror reflection goals that lead you to taking. the exact same actions. okay. lol. OKAY. lol.
WHO THE FUCK IS OBORO. GET OUT OF HERE FREAK. i was talking.
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id alt. im always saying this. or even just. Why is Oboro.
ep 306
heyyyyyy kagura! hiiiiii. youre not dead yay! hi. older brother. youre still here.
squints ohhhh these are. the cops? mayo man and. is this the other canonical gay sex haver or. (only has the normalest of second hand knowledge)
'if im just gonna end up as fertilizer anyway, i dont care if my path there is paved by roses or thorns.' damn dude. get out of the fucking. whatever ur in. and go become a metal music lyricist. what the fuck
oh shin.pachi. ur in this show.
googling. cant figure it out. whoever this green zombie bitch is sounds familiar. wish he had a name or smth.
damn there really is space in this show huh. thats crazy thats crazy. planet of the big hats vs planet of. umbrellas? anyone wanna watch space military anime.....
shogun 'i will protect the country were my friends live' what kagura said abt the planet. 'and to fulfill that goal, you'll even endure the deaths of your friends here?' gestures at the shou.you trolley problem. wow. that is tidy. good job recursive gin.tama
why do you grip that broken sword. you killed your teacher. you battled your friend. - my enemy is right here. WEVE NEVER CHANGED. weve all been fighting our own selves. ill stop him. even if it means having to kill him. but im also the one who understands how he feels better than anyone else
ohhhhhh gin. tama. ohhhhh gin. toki. i love u. i love u so much for just. saying insane thesis shit. like. yeah! YEAH OKAY! yeah thats. making out sloppy style with the narrative theming <- what do i mean by that.
be it killing him or protecting him. their both my job (gets so hard i pass out)
gin: says the most homoerotic twisted identity shit ive ever heard in my life that rests solely on. how unextractable gin. and sugi both are from each other due to. their love of shou.you. and thus. reflectionally. each other. oboro: his students are burning with hatred. <- IS HE STUPID?
and second question. upon reflection, looking at this grown ass man thing. do we have a classic ninja turtles adult beefing with teenagers situation. please tell me yes i will roast this man to shit.
(sugi also say gay twisted identity shit) [impact image font] we are. we are going to beat you to death.
[ending bumper comedy thing] u cannot deny their commitment to the bittism. need this shit for my annoying nitpick continuity fandoms. yeah no it was cause he pooped his pants. he shitted and farted.
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book--wyrm · 23 hours ago
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Pengu Finale Liveblog ahhhhhh
Julian just absolutely brain blasting this old woman
Oh Rex is close enough to call her doll and make her breakfast he is not beating the deadbeat daddy allegation
OH NO DOES SHE KNOW OH MY GOD SHE KNOWS
NEVERMIND I WAS SO WRONG ABOUT EVERYTHING SHE HAS KNOWN ALL ALONG
holy shit holy shit holy shit
okay so they did find the bodies eventually holy fuck hooooooly fuck
oh my god rex literally teaching francis how to manipulate oz and use him oh my god ohhhhh my god this is so much more of a betrayal than if francis had just hated him for what he'd done
she knew all along she knew all along and she used him and she
she
oz was right ahahahahah every relationship in his life is fuckign transactional because he KILLED THE ONLY TWO BOYS WHO TRULY LOVED HIM, AND KILLED HIS MOTHER'S LOVE WITH THEM
dude he has to kill his mother now
this is a psychological nuke the likes of which i think sofia could not possibly have ever imagined.
Francis's FACE oh my god.
Julian baby boy maybe Sofia should stand out of sight to not break immersion
God this is absolutely not how hypnotism works is it
IT'LL BE EASIER NOW YOU LITTLE PSYCHO
"I see you in ways other people don't" while she is ACTIVELY USING HIM
dude. dude. I just. It's always the same with Oz, isn't it. Sofia, Eve, his mom. He's the biggest bullshitter in Gotham, and he's so full of it he doesn't have a clue how to sniff it out
God they are both so horrific to each other. Just his horrible cycle of selfishness and toxicity what a twisted family they are
HELLO VIC I MISSED YOU
Oh rip lmao I guess the gangs know the bliss is all gone
Vic baby he's saying all the same stuff oz does, only he believes it, so he can't bullshit people to his side
Oh hey that dude on the other side of the walkie talkie lived!!
Man Oz and Sofia haven't been face to face since ep 4 hahahaha
BERTO MENTION. she hasn't used that name in a hot second
Oh my god Sofia literally using that bird nest metaphor ahahahh whoever that anon was in my inbox you are a genius
Man. Sofia literally just laying out all their horrible family drama in the worlds worst family therapy oh my god
Dude I've been saying for weeks now that Sofia's superpower is to completely shatter people with the truth and. ohhhhhh my god ohhhhhh my god ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Wait. Is Sofia going to give that cigar cutter in her cleavage to Francis to use on Oz. I think she should give it to her.
Uh. Nevermind
Wow Sofia really is leaning into this evil therapy thing what the fuck. girl.
God i desperately want her to be the girl-jonkler running the aslume at the end of this show please please please
Also Sofia, I think it was the left. I mean I'm sure she knows just so she can do the other one next, but. man. she is fuckin sadistic. im love....
Julian so enthusiastic about all of this hahaahah
I love Sofia like, almost framing this to them or possibly herself as a gift she is giving to Francis. Is this cope? Is this something she sincerely believes? Or is she just being cruel?
I ALREADY FUCKIN KNOW
It's my finger you spineless prick hahahaahha but that doesn't matter to him because its your love he wants it's your adoration your pride and what actually happens to you? Doesn't fucking matter.
I NEVER STOPPED HATING YOU
Sofia's face right then like. damn dude. god i love her
She had enough love for all of them and he soured every last drop of it. For them, for him, for the world.
Sofia really does know the value of just letting a drama play out.
Francis saying Sofia is right this ep, Sofia saying Francis was right last ep, damn.
Oz really is... the only character in this show chronically incapable of learning
Damn mama cobb strong enough to smash a bottle. I don't think even i could do that.
Oh my god no wonder she said "they look at me like i'm not even theirs" because in her mind, she let their murderer go free
also is oz gonna hulk out that she's showing love to an imaginary jack and benny when oz has just seen her hate?
Oh is she just dying right now
Julian doing the get down mr president
MR DETECTIVE YOU DIPSHIT
Sofia baby you did great okay you already hurt Oz please just go to italy with your boy toy
Wow is he not getting this fucking stab looked at
EW EW EW EW
Yeah sure sure. Sofia stabbed you. Sure. Sure.
Oh noooo. Vic... baby.... he is such a believer in Oz's stupid self serving bullshit. He is so good. And pure. And he speaks from the heart and. And Oz acts like this is something Vic rehearsed
And they laugh about it but Vic doesn't understand. He doesn't understand that Oz isn't giving him advice on how to most effectively show people the fire you hold in your heart—he's teaching him the art of smoke and mirrors. how to con and grift and bullshit until even you don't know what's true and real
Christ. Vic is so fucking dead
She'd never look at me again unless i get this done.
Oz knowing now that this love is transactional. And fine. He'll make that transaction, he'll take down sofia and then maybe his mom will pretend again that she doesn't hate him, doesn't want him dead
it's not going to work, of course. it can't because this show is about him becoming the penguin. and it can't, because even that transaction was always a lie Francis told herself
I don't think she could ever have loved Oz even if he'd gotten her into a penthouse at age 20. I think she lied to herself to survive living with him, because what was the alternative? Losing all three of her boys?
AHAHAHAHAHAH SOFIA LITERALLY PICKING UP OZ'S GOLD SUMMIT MEMBERS i have to say. I did not anticipate this at ALL
damn girlie really is just gonna dip to go to italy or wherever
sofia really is just setting up the funniest game of capture the flag imaginable while cramming like seven olives in her mouth
i dont' say this often. i desire her carnally.
The gun in the glove compartment surely that will not come back later
Oz originally checking his image in the reflection of the car vs asking Vic now, treating this kid as his reflection
Damn. Is Link really going to fall for Oz's shit again after that truck of cigs thing? Or is this just a ploy to get Oz into the right place for Sofia to pick him up?
Actually maybe that's what loses Vic, that Link betrayed him, and Oz expected it. Idk we shall see
Penguin planning to run for mayor in a couple movies?
Oh Oz is totally gonna send sofia to arkham ahahaha poor baby
Oh my god I thought Sofia was gonna claim credit for Sal's death, not that Oz would give it up himself
I cannot tell you guys how fucking tempting it is to skip right to the end of this episode to see if i'm right you guys
Wow Oz really eyeing that Mayor's office
Is he going to kill Bella and frame Sofia. Is he gonna kill bella and THAT is what turns Vic on him.
oh my god LINK
HAHAHAH I WAS SO RIGHT SHE IS BURNING DOWN FALCONE MANOR
oh god that's the watch Sofia gave him for his birthday FUCK YOU CARMINE
Sofia really is gonna fucking screw over EVERYONE hahaha THREE CIGS BABY
oh god she is so hot i love her you self actualize through arson baybeeeeeeee
that shot of her throwing the cig like a dart is so much oh my god
babygirl i love you
you deserve the world
but yeah she is going into the cold according to the needle drop. definitely going back to arkham
... what's in the trunk. i don't think it's normal luggage. is it more bombs
there is still 20 mins left. i am afraid
This is clearly a trap for someone i just don't know who. Where is vic
I'm so afraid this is the last we get to see of Sofia.
She knows. She always has such a nose for bullshit lmao. Also fuck you Link you gotta know Oz is gonna stab you in the back.
I do think it's promising that Julian has not been seen all day tho. What is he doing.
I love this. I love that Oz and Sofia finally get this one moment to be truly honest with each other.
Well. At the very least, Oz gets to be honest with Sofia. idk that he knows how to be honest with himself anymore.
Why does this look like a chemical factory. I know it's not happening but it'd be so funny for Sofia to become the joker right now.
just dunk her in the goop
Man. Is he actually going to shoot her. Police pls come and save my girl. Cannot believe that's what I'm begging for now.
oh my god
yeah i called it but. Man. This is so painful to watch. also i think my julian prayers are not going to be answered it did not look like Sofia had planned any of this
okay i'm normal about sofia being arrested now.
Okay. I'm normal.
I'm back to not being normal francis and vic and oz all in one place this is all gonna blow up emotionally
Is francis in a coma. is she totally brain dead oh my god.
oh man she really is never going to say she loves him hahaha
she let jack and benny's murderer go and it never got her anything
is he gonna kill her now.
TELL ME YOU'RE PROUD OF ME oz you fuckin
he's so fucking delusional jesus putting her hand on his head
dude. is Vic actually gonna live through this episode
holy fuck
did not call that in the least
well. i was right about the pyrrhic victory for Oz
"All kinds of things" shut the fuck up.
God. I cannot believe Vic is living through this show. Admittedly as the kind of guy that his parents would have been ashamed of, but.
Wait. No no
don't
don't do it
no nondfonfodnfodnfodfn
please dont
pelase dont
oz don't you dare
nONONNNONONONONONONONONONONONO
PLEASE DOJNT DO IT NOW PLEAE
NO NO HE IS THEO NLY ONE WHO HAS SEEN THE WEAKNESS AND HUMAN IN YOU
OZ YOU
OZ
NO
WITH YOUR HANDS???? WITH YOUR FUCKIGN HANDS???? I THOUGHT HE WOUDL PULL A GUN AT LEAST YOU FUCKING
ODSOFANDFONSODNOSDAGNOGNIOAGDSASGJDISGNAGLNFGOSANFOSDO
SANO
NON NO NONONONO
VIC
vic. vic. vic barely lived a month longer than his family
all that good heart and he just. enabled a monster to rise to power. to make gotham worse
HE'S MUGGING HIM
YOU PIECE OF SHIT YOU PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT YOU BASTARD YOU
i
i
and the water takes him too.
JULIAN
oH MY GOD I WAS RIGHT AHHAAHHAHAHA
JULIAN
I WAS RIGHT ABOUT SOFIA GETTING MARRIAGE PROPOSALS HAHAHAHAHAH
SELINA KYLE???????? HELLO??????????????
bro.... oh my god..... this is....
I'm so happy.........
sofia smiling... sofia finding a new family member....
nvm i am so glad my original theories were wrong this is way better than anything i could have hoped for
oh my god
ohhhhh my god he actually is keeping his mom in a vegetative state.... exactly what she begged him not to do.......
she knows.... she knows... some part of her is aware in there ahahahahah
you should have let Rex kill him all those years ago
oh my god EVE???? EVE GIRL GET OUT BEFORE HE KILLS YOU TOO
oh no please tell me he never learned what happened with sofia and eve
hes literally just calling her ma. fuck me. mayeb that means eve is safe for now
NOT THE BATSIGNAL
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peggy-uwu · 7 months ago
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ok liveblogging watching the new episode because I'm insane
omf omg omg
this doesn't feel real
HES SO CUTE
omg what is this opening
OMG???
it has the old season vibes right at the beginning
the imagery??!?????
SEBASTIAN THE MAN THAT YOU ARE
I'm vibing with this op so much it's so fucking metal
giant fire monster??? please don't go off plot omg I'm worried now
ok the moon skull was cool
BISCUIT MY SHOUJO BABY GIRLIE I LOVE YOU
of course he's almost late
"first impressions are crucial, I must focus" *immediately fucks it up*
Redmond the beautiful woman that you are
REMOND RHE BEAUTIDUL WOMAN THAT YOU ARE
violet the beautiful woman that you are
REDMONSDDDD
waaaaaaah McMillan I love you
McMillan you're so cute 😭😭😭
"BOY UP" 💀💀💀
my poor son
GOSDDDDDDSDDDDDDDDD FUXK SEBASTIAN YOURE SO HOOOOOTTTT
let's take ibuprofen together ass pose
ciel is so sick of him already I love it
HES SO SICK OF HIM
omg stfu ur not funny
oooooh the windows are prettyyyy
Redmond the beauti-
violet my beautiful princess
fuck you zombie bitch die sooner
fucking power rangers ass lineup
LMAO GET FUCKED IDIOT
robot ass movements get away from my son
VIPLET MY PRWRTY PRINCESS
ohhhhhh I missed the title cards 🥹🥹
"drudges" remember what they took from you
ciels "target acquired" ass look when McMillan mentions the tea party ajbsksbdidj
McMillan the puppy that you are
what the fuck is wrong with these students omg
also why are the all either blonde or brunet and sitting next to eachother in pairs of 2
"are we little girls in cliques?" I mean if the dress fits 💀💀💀
stay away from the emo kids 📝📝📝
cheerio GOD
THE POSE AKNSNDKD
oooooooooh the eye is so pretty
OOOOOOOOOOOH SEBASTIAN IS SO PRETTY
I love love love that they feminized him it does wonders for my little lesbian heart
his eyes are so pretty ooooouggh
🦋🦋🦋 <- in my tummy
godddd he's so pretty in the dress
WHAT IS ERONG WITH THESE STIFENTS
DOTN GO NEAR THE GOTH KIDS 📝📝📝📝📝
CHESLOOOOOOCKKKKKKKKKK
cheslock I am in deep romantic love with you
my poor boy he's been jumped like 3 times and it's his second day
make that 4
Sebastian's smug ass fuckin smile I love that he always finds ways to get in ciels way by doing EXACTLY what he's told
ciel I'm gonna kill you what the fuck is that pose
"senpai" I'm dead 💀💀💀
"kawaii boya" 😭😭😭😭😭
but fuck the queen fr like why don't you just fucking walk down there yourself and ask
fuck ur cousin lady
wait don't she's a royal she might actually 💀💀
godddd Sebastian's do prettyyyy
ciel is also really pretty my baby princess I love you
Sebastian's eyelashes go hardf
.THEHAIR SRTIP FALLING
ooooh ending time
ohhhhh the windows for the p4 are so pretty!!!!!
oh the style is different it's so lovely
FALLING FROM THE FUCKING SKY??????
romance is real
ohhhh pretty sky
SWBASTIAN FLYING WITH HIM ROMANCE IS REAL??????
oh god oh god oh god I was going to post this to main but it has to go sideblog now
actually fuckit
it goes main anyways
falling through the sky in the sunset together be so fucking fr with me
ohhhhhh the ed is so pretty gofdd
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redrydersrequiem · 1 year ago
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A different tune
An Ouran high school host club fan-fiction. This is another story ive thought of off and on forever so im finaly getting it down. It will turn into a kyoya x reader fic cause hes my favorite and i feel he doesn’t get enough love. Once again I’m a baby fanfic writer and this is not proffed or anything
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Only those with excellent social standing and those from filthy rich families are lucky enough to spend their time here, at the elite private school Ouran Academy. The Ouran Host Club is where the school's handsomest boys, with too much time on their hands, entertain young ladies who also have way too much time on their hands. Just think of it as Ouran Academy’s elegant playground for the super rich and beautiful.
It’s a seemingly quiet winter day in the third music room. No events planned and only a few straggling guests left, finishing they’re refreshments and making small talk. All the host members relax in the surrounding chairs and sofas all idly talking to one another when a shrill chiming sound breaks the peaceful environment.
“Who’s phone was that?” Hikaru asks, the other boys just slightly saying not me when Haruhi hurriedly takes her phone out of her bag.
“Ohhhhh someone got a message” Kaoru chastates as he and hikaru try leaning over Haurhis shoulder to peek at her phone like the nosy boy they are.
“Who’s it from haruhi huh could it be a boyyyyyyy/ or a girl we don't care either way.” The Hitachiin twins start
“What my little Piglet is talking to a boy OHHHHHH MAMA!” Tamaki yells flinging himself against kyoya with exaggerated tears in his eyes
“There there tamaki all children have to leave the nest eventually”. Kyoya states patting the blond on the head
“Is not a boy, not that its any of your business will you three stop it”
“Then who is it Haruhi?”. Hikaru asks once more
“It’s my childhood friend ok.”
“You have a childhood friend haru-chan? Just like me and Takashi” Honey states a childlike grin on his face
“I wouldn’t say just like you guys”
Tell us about them then haruhi, are they a commoner like you, how did you guys meet, how come we’ve never heard of this friend before?”
“Once again it's rude to call people commoners to their face and ive known them since we were kids our moms were close friends.
“Oh haru chan”
“It’s fine. I'm excited to see her again. Her family moved to New York, since that's where her dads from to take over his family’s business the summer before we lost mom. They were very kind and even sent us care packages and stuff and still do her moms really sweet
“Well I for one think it's great our little piglet has an American friend, especially since i didnt think haruhi would know anyone foreign.
“Do you all just assume your the only people i know? Haruhi asks the deviants all have the nerve to simultaneously say yes.
“Well your wrong”
“Anywayyyyyyy haruhi what's your friend's message to get it this late. It’s almost midnight there.” Hikaru states bluntly “Yeah haruhi tell us”, his twin joins the both of them now singing "tell us” over and over again, tap dancing on haruhi's last nerve.
“FINE!!!! The boys immediately stopping. “If you all must know she said she’s coming down here for a visit soon.”
“A visit that's amazing we should do something we should/…… all the boys descend into plan making, haruhi trying and failing to stop them.”
“Ah tamaki I almost forgot” kyoya states setting his tablet down aging the blonds full attention as well as everyone else’s
“”The principal spoke of opening up a new position at the school. They want to bring in a talented individual to boost our fine arts/ theater scores, against Lobelia, they wanted our opinion on the matter since we’ve dealt with them before.”
“What!! Really i couldn't agree more. It’s about time that stupid Zuka club is put in their place once and for all.”
“I wouldn’t get to ahead of ourselves tamaki” kyoya tries to interject
“NO I’ve decided, whoever it is shall have the full support of the Ouran highschool host club.!!!”
Honey, hikaru and Kaoru all applaud at tamakis over the top deceleration
“Very well I will inform the principal and he'll let us know when the candidate should arrive.” Everyone descends into the rest of the afternoon while the next day halfway across the would another family rises
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Readers pov
“Are you sure you want to go sweetheart?”
“Yes mama I do, I think it would be fun. I'll finally get to see japan again, be with grandma and grandpa for a while and help them out.
“Plus she'll get to see her friend again, Kana.” My dad, Sebastian Casdal, instructs comforting my mom as he goes to sit down next to her on the couch, my little brother bouncing in his arms.
“Yeah, I'll get to see Haruhi and the members of this club she always writes about. Plus it’ll be a great networking experience for me.
“I know dear but i'll miss you and you've already graduated highschool.”
“We’ll all miss her love but I agree it's a great opportunity for our little girl, plus she'll be doing her college course work with access to the great tutors and stuff they have available.”
“Plus mama it's not forever, it's for a couple of years at most, and you guys will come see me during the holidays and I'll come back during the summers.
“Oh my little girl you've got to stop growing on me. Mama states hugging me tight to her.
‘Mama,,,, you're going to smother me if you hold me any tighter.”
“I know, I know you can go my love but we’ll talk everyday ad if anything goes wrong you come straight home ok”
“Ok mama ok, don't worry you both will be so busy with the company and this little guy you won't even notice i'm gone”
“Yes we will but i know you can handle yourself, anyway let's start getting everything ready the new school term is only in a few weeks”
“I can’t wait to see haruhi's face when i show up to Ouran academy. “
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tsuki-sennin · 11 months ago
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Dinosaurs~! Right okay we're gonna wreak some good ol' fashioned havoc today, so naturally we've also got Rinne focus and Kajiki doing Christmas karaoke. What more can one want?
Spoilers, I guess...
-Dinosaurs~!
-Help us out, X-Rex!
-Grateful Ancient~!
-Gotchanko! X! Reeeeeeeeeeeex!
-X-Rex Super~!
-I love this.
-Super Gotchard! X-Rex!
-You're very confident, aren'tcha Clotho?
-Damn, that boy's throwin' down!
-"All this power is worthless against experience, you goddamn brat!"
-Bambamboo and Happyclover add up to a level four Malgam.
-And Buglesia quite literally bring us up to eleven!
-I see she prefers the Apollo Geist style.
-Stanked.
-NOOOOO RINNE
-"Heh... Duty. Just so we're clear, I'm laughing at your loser dad and the destiny you're so desperately chasing."
-Minato-sensei's just *writhing* around.
-Such awesome villains, I love them.
-GO DAD
-"Well whatever, bye-bye now~!"
-Yuzuru-san.....
-Ohhhhh, she's pulling the dad card again.
-"All those people were victims of Fuga Kudo's actions. And now all of these people will be victims of Rinne Kudo's inaction."
-I sure hope Lachesis doesn't awaken anything.
-SAWAAAAA
-Holy shit, Atropos.
-Rinne, I appreciate your belief in Hotaro's belief in love and friendship but I don't think this literal murder baby is
-Oh
-Well never mind, it worked out great.
-"Thank you, Kudo :D"
-Going Dino Mode once more!
-Oh HI Spanner~!
-Dude did you walk here
-Get chomped, plant lady~!
-"Oh... oh, that's disconcerting..."
-Hi, guys :D
-"CLOTHO YOU MEATHEAD, HE'S GONNA EAT YOU ALIVE"
-Ganbare, Hotaro-san~!
-Everybody's support and also Spanner~!
-AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ICHIGOOOO
-That was unneccessary but at the same time absolutely vital
-OH THE ANTS
-"Clotho, you're gonna fucking die!"
-"Shut up, you skank!"
-Gotchard tickles all my fancies.
-Ohhhhhh, Hotaro :D
-You're such a nice kid.
-Bye, Dread-san.
-"I'm gonna make your head splatter like a roach."
-"Okay, bye."
-Awww, Hotaro...
-Minato-sensei :)
-Absolute chad Yuzuru Manabe
-I hope you take something from this, Spanner.
-OH FUCK X-WIZARD
-I'm uh... gonna have to wait a long time for
-Chrimbus time
-Sabi/Ryo arc real
-Awwwwwwwww...
-Photo evidence of our friend X-Rex.
-YEAH BOIIIIIII
-Thank you, Minato-sensei
-Oh he servin
-Alright... time for the big question...
-Exactly what is this memory we have of Hopper1?
-...does Hopper1 not remember?
-Won't you play us a song, Charles~?
-They're teasing us so hard with Hotaro's dad oh my godddd.
-Kyoka~! Kind of a MILF~!
-OH FUCK GERYON
-If somebody dies this Christmas I'm gonna blow my gasket
-That was a great time.
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I WAS SO OUT OF FOCUS I ENDED MY SCARDUBS RANT BAD HI ITS ME HI HI. THIS IS A PART 2 EVERYONE NEW TO THIS ASK READ PART ONE IF YOU WANT IDC I DONT CONTROL YOU ITS 5AM I HAVENT SLEPT
OKAY SO
BDUBS WAS FURIOUS WHEN HE AGREED TO ATTACK SCAR. HE HAD WANTED TO, HE WANTED IT TO HURT, HE KNEW HE COULD HURT
BUT I THINK THAT SEEING THE FEAR BETRAYAL HURT IN SCARS FACE AS HIS SWORD CUT THROUGH HIS SKIN CAUGHT HIM OFF GUARD. YEAH, HE WAS FURIOUS AT SCAR IN A WAY HE KNEW HE HAD NEVER BEEN BEFORE, BUT SEEING THAT LOOK ON SCARS FACE WASNT WHAT HE EXPECTED. THE WEIGHT OF WHAT HE WAS DOING TRULY SET ON HIS SHOULDERS AND HIS HEART BROKE.
WHEN HE SAW SCAR PULL BACK THE STRING OF THE BOW, SHAKING AND TREMBLING, HE UNDERSTOOD. SCAR HAD FORGOTTEN THE WEIGHT LIKE BDUBS MUST HAVE, BDUBS WAS SURPRISED TO SEE IT ACTUALLY HURT SCAR.
HE UNDERSTOOD THAT THIS IS AN AWFUL PLACE TO BE IN, WHEN YOURE SURROUNDED BY FRIENDS AND YOUR ACTIONS HAVE A WEIGHT YOURE NOT USED TO. A WEIGHT YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW TO BEGIN TO NAVIGATE OR HANDLE. THEY DID HORRIBLE THINGS BUT ITS THEIR SITUATION, NOT THEM. THEY CAN MOVE PAST IT
BDUBS *APOLOGISED*. HE TRIED TO FIX IT. FOR JUST A MOMENT, HIS ANGER WAS AT THE WORLD, NOT SCAR
BUT THEN SCAR BRUSHED OFF WHAT HE DID, WHILE BEING UPSET WITH WHAT BDUBS DID
HE WHINED AND WHINGED AND COMPLAINED ABOUT NO NO, **HE** DIDNT DO ANYTHING WRONG BUT BDUBS DID. IT WAS DURING A GAME BUT BDUBS WAS OUT OF NOWHERE
OUT OF NOWHERE????
A GAME THEY WERE WORKING TOGETHER IN. THEY WERE ALL GOING TO WIN WITH MINIMAL HARM. IT WASNT JUST OUT OF NOWHERE, IT WAS DURING A MOMENT OF HEARTFELT COMPASSION AND TRUST IN A TASK THAT WAS MEANT TO HURT THEM ALL
OUT OF NOWHERE????
SCAR WAS MAD AT HIM FOR RETALIATING AGAINST SCAR ***KILLING HIM***. IT COULDNT HAVE BEEN MORE THAN, WHAT, SEVEN HEARTS?
BDUBS DIDNT THINK HE WAS EVER ANGRIER. HE KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH ALL THAT ANGER. NOT WITH THE RESTRICTIONS, NOT WHEN HE WAS FULLY UNABLE TO DO ANYTHING TO HARM SCAR HOW SCAR HAD HARMED HIM. NOT WHEN THERE WAS NOTHING HE COULD DO TO HURT SCAR OVER AND OVER AND OVER UNTIL HE GOT IT THROUGH HIS THICK HEAD
NOT WHEN THEY HAD A TASK TO COMPLETE TOGETHER
YOU EVER HEARD OF SUPERHEATED WATER??? ITS WHEN THE WATER MOLECULES THEMSELVES GET HEATED IN THE MICROWAVE, INSTEAD OF THE CONTAINER. IT LEADS TO THE WATER BEING COMPLETELY STILL UNTIL SOMETHING BREAKS THE SURFACE TENSION. ONLY THEN DOES IT LOOK LIKE IT'S BOILING
THAT WAS BDUBS!!!!
BDUBS WAS DETERMINED TO PUT IT ASIDE FOR NOW, THEY HAD A CHALLENGE TO COMPLETE. AND UNLIKE SOMEONE, HE WAS A MAN OF HIS WORD. HE WAS GOING TO MAKE SURE ALL THREE OF THEM SUCCEEDED. HE WASNT GOING TO BETRAY THEM LIKE SCAR HAD HIM, EVEN AFTER SCAR ***KILLED HIM***
AND SCAR? SCAR JUST SAW STILL WATER. HE DIDNT SEE THE BOILING BUBBLING ANGER WHEN HE AND BDUBS WORKED TOGETHER ON THEIR TASK. WHEN BDUBS HELPED HIM COMPLETE IT HIMSELF, HE ASSUMED THAT MEANT ALL IS WELL
NOW TELL ME
TELL ME WHAT HAPPENS WHEN SOMETHING BREAKS THE SURFACE TENSION
Giggles part 1 here
Bro honestly the fact that Scar got mad at BDUBS for fair and square retaliating OHHHHHH god you're so right actually. I think bdubs would've probably let it go it bitterly if scar genuinely apologised and took it as them being even but saying bdubs HIT HIM OUT OF NOWHERE. OHHHHH
this is bdubs' season baby, Bdubs who always put himself in the side character's shoes learning to be the main character (killing the ender dragon), having OTHER PEOPLE work to get him to the top (pearl rooting for him) and now babygirl's holding grudges because he's LEARNED HIS WORTH BABYYYYY OUGHHHHHGHG I HOPE HE KILLS SCAR I HOPE NEXT SESSION SEES HIS RAGE GROW OHHHHHH I WANT THE SCARDUBS TO BE SO DRAMATIC. OH BABEY
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nyamcot · 2 years ago
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Woah-oh-oh-oh-ohhhhhh
Oh-oh-oh-ohhhhh
Oh-ohhhhh-oh
Story of Family Guy
Quagmire, Cleveland, Joe
Those are my best bros
Welcome to the show
Story of Family Guy
I work at Pawtucket Brewery
When I'm at home I'm with the family
As you can see
The show is all about me
Every night we go to the clam
Joe in a wheelchair, that's half a man
That's who I am
Can't walk, but I wish I can
Should I stay with Jerome?
Or should I go home?
I think I'll take just another beer...
Lucky that there's a family guy
Making us all laugh and cry
(Woah-oh-oh-oh-ohhhh)
The dog can talk, and write and read
Baby Stewie's got a time machine
I just drank a keg
Fell and broke my leg
Shut the hell up Meg
Story of Family Guy
Quagmire's a card, he likes to bone
Make sure not to leave your lady alone
He'll make her moan 😏
Giggity all the way home
Cleveland Brown, he is a black guy
Had his own show, and it would be a lie to deny
That it's worse than Family Guy
Should I take my place.... and fart on Meg's face...?
I think I'll put her face to my ass....
Lucky that there's a family guy
Making us all laugh and cry
(Woah-oh-oh-oh-ohhhh)
The dog can talk, and write and read
Baby Stewie's got a time machine
Woah-oh-oh-oh-ohhhhhh
Oh-oh-oh-ohhhhh
Oh-ohhhhh-oh
Story of Family Guy
Woah-oh-oh-oh-ohhhhhh
Oh-oh-oh-ohhhhh
Oh-ohhhhh-oh
Story of Family Guy
Lois, Chris, Stewie
That's the family
Come and watch and see
This is Family Guy
Bad jokes, mid memes
Please bring back Seth Macfarlane
I am gonna die
If I watch more Family Guy
Crazy antics, is what we get up to
Cutaway gags, that is all that we do
Reference humor, lazy drawn out gags
But we're better
THAN MODERN FAMILY GUY
Lucky that there's a family guy
Making us all laugh and cry
(Woah-oh-oh-oh-ohhhh)
The dog can talk, and write and read
Baby Stewie's got a time machine
DIE
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chicago pd 10x11
GUYS
IM SO EXCITED FOR THIS EPISODE
I WANNA LEARN MORE ABOUT KEVIN
WE GET TO MEET HIS DADDDD
ahhhh
im so nervous
oh yippee
it start w/ a funeral
im already invested
‘its all politics kev’
‘okay, i hear you over there being a cynic’
but is she wrong kev?
is she wrong?
no
she's not
oh no
NO
COME ON
KIM
THEY CANT LEAVE HER ALONE
and oh my god
chicago pd writers not ignoring the trauma that kim went through????
*gasp*
that's a first
‘its just too much caffeine’
‘mhm’
kev not buying her bullshit
i miss my patrol buddies
back when they were so innocent
‘i raise you, its a little bit of both’
‘mhm’
best buddies
ahhhhhh
KEV AND KIM GETTING TOGETHER AND SHARING THEIR FAMILY
I LOVE ITTTT
I WANNA SEE IT SO BADLY
ohhhh
this is his father isn’t it????
ITS HIS FATHER
OH MY GOD
I KNEW ITTTTT
I FUCKIN KNEW IT
aw no
im not prepared for this
aw kim looking out for kev and kev looking out for him
i love it so much
oh my god what the fuck
THAT CAR CAME OUT OF NO WHERE
OF COURSE IT STARTS SHOOTING
OF COURSE
my god
bro
come on
kev’s vest isn't even on properly
I DONT WANNA THEM TO GET HURT CUZ THEY DIDNT PUT ON THEIR VESTS PROPERLY
kev looking for his dad
im not prepared for this angst
please tell me he doesn't do something stupid and delete the photo
kev is a good cop
oh noooo
hes close to crying
noooooooo
my baby
my poor baby
‘for good behavior’
im excited to find out why that's such a surprise
kev doing his job like a good cop
we love to see it
oh no kev
what're you gonna do now???
IS HE GONNA TELL VOIGHT
ohhhh that poor boy
this poor child
i feel so bad for this kid
oh kim letting kev take the lead
we love to see it
KEVINS SO SWEET
hes so understanding
and i love him
so so so so so much
hes amazing
chicago pd please give kevin a good storyline
please give him a love interest that deserves him
please let him be happy
please
oh this big guy is gonna be kevin’s father i can feel it
oh nvm
torresssss
my bby
adammmmmm
my loveeeeeee
haILEY
SHES SO PRETTYYYYYYYY
im not okay
im not
BURZEK
my babies
please let them be okay this season
ohhhhh
this is gonna be an interesting conversation
kevin and adam and kim are besties
and i want them to spend more time together
‘i'll let you know, promise’
‘oookay?’
he says very confusedly but lets her go anyway
kim looKS SO FUCKIN GOOD
oh we love to see the patrol babies looking out for each other
voight and atwater
the father-son duo that we love
see, this is why i love kevin
hes a sweetheart who's doing his best
he recognizes when to lie and when to tell the truth
he knows the value of his job and doesn't want to unnecessarily endanger that just bcuz he doesn't like the truth of whatever’s happening
he has strict morals that he follows and he acknowledges that he makes mistakes and knows that he can improve
he also
doeSNT FUCKIN KEEP SECRETS FROM VOIGHT
FUCKIN EVERYBODY ELSE
FROM ANTONIO TO JAY TO HAILEY TO KIM TO VANESSA TO ADAM TO ERIN TO AL
E V E R Y O N E
HAS KEPT SOMETHING FROM VOIGHT
EVEN TORRES HAS
THE WHOLE THING WITH DETECTIVE DICK LAST EPISODE????
YEAH HE KEPT THAT FROM VOIGHT
KEVIN IS THE ONLY ONE
WHO
HASNT
LIED
TO
VOIGHT
he deserves so much better
and ik for a FACT
that chicago pd writers are going to ruin his character
i fuckin know it
okay
back to me being dramatic about the show
now
voight is asking questions about kevin’s father and im interested
poor kevin
he deserves so much better
voight looking out for him is so sweet
‘ill tell ‘em’
is amazing
bcuz the team is his family
the family that he deserves
and the family that loves him
god im so nervous for this part
oH MY GOD
THEY HAVENT SAID ANYTHING
BUT IM ALREADY CRYING
ohhhhhh
im so scared for how this is gonna go
this conversation is unsettling to me
‘i know that's not the truth’
come on man
tell himmm
TELL HIM THE TRUTH
poor kevin
they keep hurting him
and me
i can't
kevin can never get a break can he?
thank you kevin’s father
oH SO NOW YOU WANNA ASK ABOUT JORDAN AND VANESSA???
NOW YOU WANNA ASK
oh mY GOD
laroyce hawkins is an amazing actor
that break in his voice kills me
oooo
this'll be fun
ITS ONLY FIFTEEN MINUTES INTO THE EPISODE AND SO MUCH HAS HAPPENED
oH MY GOD
THATS SO FUCKIN VIOLENT
HOLY SHIT
oh nooooo
thERES A BABY
THAT POOR CHILD
AWWWWW
I WANNA CRY WITH THIS KID
THIS POOR POOR BABY
aw kevin covering the child of this baby
im soft
'emphatic no’
we love to hear it
kevin
my poor sweet child
kim doing her best to distract kevin and then giving up and just straight up asked him
we love it
i wanna see kim and kev and adam go out for drinks and talk about the terrible shit that's gone on in their lives and i want kevin to be okay
i need it actually
god
im dying here
chicago pd writers need to stop hurting me
seriously
im too sensitive for this
oh no
his dad’s here isn't he
oh fuck you kevin’s dad
fuck you
how dare you
kevin still doing his job
I LOVE HIM SO MUCH YOU DONT UNDERSTAND
kevinnnnnnn
im so sorry my love
kevin my dearest child
i must hold and comfort
i must
goddamnit kevin’s dad
you better be telling the truth
why do i feel like hes hiding something
GODDAMMIT KEVIN’S DAD
YOU WERENT EVEN THERE FOR MAJORITY OF HIS LIFE
YOU DID SOMETHING STUPID
AND THEN HIS MOM DIED
AND HE HAD TO RAISE VANESSA AND JORDAN
AND YOU WANNA PLAY THE GUILT CARD????
NAH MAN 
YOU BROUGHT THIS ON YOURSELF
‘do i look angry right now? i don't got time for that.’
mY POOR CHILD
stop this hurt
stop it
hes juST
nO
I HATE THIS
SO MUCH
poOR KEVIN
adam and kevin
my loves
they are brothers
kevin
please
for the love of god
TALK TO ADAM
kev
the fuck are you doing
kevin
please
ik hes doing his job
but like
I DONT WANT HIM TO GET HURT
voight looking out for kev
again
I love it
THE USAGE OF HIS FIRST NAME
GODDAMMIT
torres
my boy
kev and dante
i love it
dante reassuring kevins father
idk how to feel about that
TORRES IS STEPPING UP
MY BOY
this meet is scaring me
oh wait
kevin’s father is telling the truth
oh my god
he was telling the truth
waIT
HOLD ON
OH MY GOD
SO HE WAS A GOOD FATHER??????
this meet isn't gonna end well
danteeee
ma boi
i love you
god 
i love him so much
hes great
ilovehim
now i feel bad for kevin’s father
im not okay
aw my poor kevin
my poor child
my poor poor child
‘hm’
‘hm’
we love the communication guys
adam and kim
looking out for their brother
i want a heart to heart with them
but i also don't trust kevin’s dad
im conflicted
WHY WONT THEY MAKE KEVIN HAPPY
WHY
oh comE ON
thEY WERE STARTING TO TALK IT OUT
GODDAMMIT
STOP
I DONT LIKE THIS
*gasp*
waIT
IS KEVIN’S DAD GONNA DIE?????
I DONT WANT HIM TO DIE
I DONT LIKE HIME
BUT I DONT WANT HIM TO DIE
i dont like how this is playing out
kevin’s dad, tf are you doing man
torres
be smart
oh good god
im too scared to watch this
‘i get the whole story playboy’
bitch i will smack you
upton and ruzek in sync
thEY BOTH GOT OFF THE BENCH AT THE SAME TIME AND IN THE SAME WAY
I CANT BE THE ONLY ONE WHO SAW THAT
bruh what is this nonsense
whats happening
im noT READY
god
kevin’s dad is gonna die
i can feel it in my bones
they won't let kev be happy
they never will
goDDAMMIT
IM NOT PREPARED FOR THIS
thiS IS SO INTENSE
AUGEVPIWE
IM NOT READY
trudyyyyy
my mother who raised me
i need more of her
ooooooo
ITS SO INTERESTING
come on
please don't kill kevin’s father
kevin
please tell me that youre thinking clearly
kim’s face just reads ‘somebody fucked with my best friend and they’re gonna die today’
and we love her for it
where the hell is kevin’s father
where is he
whERE
W H E R E
oh thank god
hes there
hes not dead (yet)
can't wait to see how this goes
‘i aint never seen him before in my life’
adorable
so believable
kevin’s dad
please
be reasonable
god
i can't handle this angst
I cannot
im not strong enough
nowhere near strong enough
god
please
this is K I L L I N G  M E
kevin
please
im crying
im sobbing actually
my poor child
finally admitting his feelings
my poor baby
please
solve this
its too much
kevin’s dad please
im begging you
OH MY GOD
STOP IT
HIS VOICE IS CRACKING
AND IM BREAKING
I NEED HIM TO BE OKAY
oh shit
this is
stop
stop
stop
stop
stop
stop
stop
no
no
no
no
no
no
no
no
no
no
COME ON
THIS IS SO MUCH HURT
THE LOOK IN KEVINS EYES
THERE ARE TEARS
AND IM FULLY SOBBING
OH MY GOD
COM E O N
his voice
stOP
PLEASE
thiS IS NO LONGER A JOKE
IM FUCKIN SOBBING
PLEASE JUST GIVE KEVIN A LOVING FATHER
HE DESERVES IT
LAROYCE HAWKINS IS AN AMAZING FUCKIN ACTOR
AND HIS PERFORMANCE IS MAKING ME CRY
P L E A S E
SIR
kevin’s dad im so sorry i ever doubted you
please hug
please
cOME ON
NO
‘it was too late, son’
im numb
i. feel. nothing. 
THEY DIDNT EVEN HUG
GODDAMMIT
stop
PLEASE
THIS POOR CHILD
THIS POOR MAN
HE WAS FORCED TO GROW UP TO RAISE HIS SIBILINGS
AND HE LOST HIS FATHER
AND HIS MOTHER
AND HE HAD TO TAKE CARE OF EVERYTHING
AND HES STILL NOT HAPPY?????
CHICAGO PD WRITERS
DO YOU ENJOY MY PAIN??????
ITS NOT FUCKIN FUNNY MAN
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sailoryooons · 1 year ago
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You’re naked. God why are you naked? How did you get here? Where the fuck are you? Has got to be one of the best third paragraphs to a fic I've ever fucking seen lmfao. I literally laughed out loud so hard that I sent myself into a coughing fit that woke up Atlas and he was less than pleased. I was like dude idk blame Sarah for having the funniest opening to a fic in 2023.
Full review under the cut because I get unhinged and babble like a lunatic about this fic and its long
“You know how much I love chasing you, baby.” Oh I am a twisted fuck that made my eyes roll back into my head and actually ascend to heaven. There is no reason that should make me so *bites fist* and yet here I am absolutely suffering for a single sentence. 
First and foremost - I love that I can picture exactly what your describing outside. Like everything is awash and grey and swirling clouds above, the wrought iron gate, the gorgoyals. It is such a specific imagery that you call to mind here - not only with the images of the Nightmare Before Christmas movie itself, but it makes me think of like… old school Scooby Doo and Beetle Juice and other Halloween movies with this specific imagery that you’ve used that evokes the same feeling watching those. 
He lifts a hand in a wave as he menacingly tilts his head to the side and smiles. No but be for real because he’s sexy for that I’m sorry I literally don’t make the rules. 
Can I just say how fucking funny it is to have the imagery of reader walking around naked in a sheet in a fucking Halloween village where everyone knows who she is and she’s just one giant, scared question mark. Literally I would feel like I was on drugs and this poor reader is just like … cool cool cool this is happening and I am basically naked soifdfgoidjr
Okay………. Not gonna lie that mad scientist Jin being a little crazy and whispering in her ear has me biting my lip and tucking my hair behind my ear cause why is that hot. Again I’m just … down several shades of bad. 
Can I pause reading this for a second and talk about like … how sad it is that she forgets? Like all of these little creatures that she loves and this friendship she has with Jin despite his forceful creation of her and even her love for Jungkook, regardless of it’s nature… him carrying her home and her seeing all the places she loved really hammers home this like… sadness in me when she wakes up and forgets everything, honestly. 
Sighs dreamily. I want a boyfriend who will murder for me.
Jungkook’s heavy footsteps make the floorboards creak as he walks into the room. You throw a hand over your mouth to keep from making any noises. Jungkook undoes the buckle of his belt and a moment later slips it from his belt loops and lets it clang against the hardwood floor. I’m insane I’m insane I’m insane I’m insane I’m insane i’m insane I’M INSAEI’MAINSEI’MSINAEI’MINSANE
I’M INSANE OH I’M INSANE OHHHHHH THIS IS REWIRING MY BRAIN OHHHHH I’M CRAZY I’M FUCKED UP SOMEONE HELP ME
Okay this was one of my favorite things I read this year. The chasing, the knife play, the switch from sweet to dangerous and back again? Reader and Jungkook have such a good dynamic and the end where she’s gentle and asking even if I forget? Was so fucking sweet I am kicking my feet. I hate that I waited until 1:15 in the morning on a Saturday to be like hey I didn’t read this yet I should just pick this up and go to bed I’ll be normal after except I’M NOT NORMAL AND NOW I HAVE TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO SLEEP WITH THIS ROTTING MY BRAIN ON THE INSDIE.
GOODNIGHT. 
simply meant to be | jjk
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☾ Title: Simply Meant to Be ☾ Pairing: pumpkin king!jungkook x fem reader ☾ Genre/AU: nightmare before Christmas au, romance, horror, smut ☾ Rating: m (18+) ☾ WC: 4.6K ☾ Warnings: this is not your average nightmare before christmas, its pretty dark and unhinged. jungkook is jack skellington. reader is somewhat of a sally character. jungkook calls you immortelle (it means everlasting), jungkook has face tattoos (you'll see), monsters, fear, seokjin appearing as Dr. Finkelstein hehe, electrocution therapy, being held against will, jungkook unalives someone, a game of cat and mouse, mentions of blood, smut in the forms of: kissing, grinding, fingering, unprotected sex, knife play, blood play, creampie ☾ Summary: you aren’t sure how any of it can be real. This place…these creatures…this man. You wake up next to a man you’ve never seen before with no memory of who he is or where you are. But everyone in town seems to know you. You belong to the Pumpkin King. Scared and utterly terrified you run into someone who claims they can help you remember. And now you’re starting to wonder if that’s truly what you want. ☾ Authors Note: hello darklings! Please enjoy my trick for the Fantasy and Fangs halloween collab! this fic became so much more unhinged than i originally planned lol. it may not be for everyone! just e sure to check my warnings before you proceed with the fic. this is heavily unedited.
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Your body jolts upright, lungs immediately gasping for breath.
Panic surges through every nerve as you frantically look around at your surroundings and grasping at the thin sheet you find bunched around your hips. 
You’re naked. God why are you naked? How did you get here? Where the fuck are you?
Your heart pounds in your chest as you look next to you in bed and see that someone is lying next to you. A broad back and muscular arms covered in tattoos leading up to a head of messy black hair that covers the persons face lies snoring quietly against the sheets.
“Shit.” You mumble, wrapping the thin sheet around your body as you scramble out of the bed. The man lying in the bed stirs slightly and reaches into the space where your body once was. 
You don’t wait to see anything else, dashing for the bedroom door and stumbling into the very dark hallway. The only light comes from the cobweb covered candle sconces that line the black painted walls. 
You adjust the sheet around you the best you can before taking off running down the hallway. There is an immediate feeling that you’re being watched and you make the mistake of turning around to look behind you. 
The dark shadowy silhouette of a man stands where you had just been a moment ago. You beg your feet to move faster.
Before you reach the top of the stairs, you glance back over your shoulder once more to see what you can only describe as a jack o lantern grin light up and stretch across the face of the man taking his time moving towards to you down the hallway.
“Where are you going, immortelle?”
A voice comes into your mind and almost causes you to fall face first down the winding spiral staircase in front of you.
“Please leave me alone.” You beg as you rush down the stairs. You don’t make it far before you suddenly feel hands gripping at your ankles. Hands with claws….some covered with slime…reaching from under the stairs and tearing at the sheet keeping your naked body from being exposed.
You scream until your throat hurts. Kicking at the hands as you continue to fight your way down the stairs.
“You know how much I love chasing you, baby.”
Somehow you manage to make it to the bottom of the stairs, but you almost wish that you hadn’t when you fall against the front door and throw it open.
You must be hallucinating with fear.
Outside the sky is black and grey swirls of clouds in constant motion, you know if you stared too long you’d become dizzy. Instead, your eyes wonder around to the bare trees surrounding the house you just made your way out of. Just a few leaves hang on for dear life as the wind quite literally howls through the air.
Down the crooked stone steps in front of you is a huge iron gate with two giant pumpkin designs bent into the bars. Gargoyles sit atop every stone post surrounding the house. 
Wasting no more time, you descend the stairs until you’ve reached the iron gate, shaking the bars when it doesn’t budge.
“Please open. Please.” You shove with your shoulder as hard as you can and the gate loudly creaks open just enough for you to squeeze out into the open street. 
You turn around and shove the gate back shut, looking up at the top of the stairs where the man who had been chasing you through the house now stands with a smile on his half tattooed face and his arms crossed over his bulky bare chest.
You can see even from here that the tattoos on the left side of his face are skull like features. It’s absolutely terrifying.
He lifts a hand in a wave as he menacingly tilts his head to the side and smiles.
Fuck this.
You wrap the blanket tighter around you and take off down the street without a single clue as to where you are. Anywhere has to be better than where you just were.
You spoke too soon again.
The sight in front of you as you round the corner is just as terrifying as that house and that man.
There are monsters, literal monsters, standing in the streets. Selling items at market booths. Chasing their children on the sidewalks. Laughter…and screams. It’s a terrible mix of sounds.
You freeze as a bouncy ball belonging to what you can only assume is a swamp monster child rolls against your feet.
“Happy first day after Halloween Ms Y/N!” The little creature says, staring at you expectantly.
Your instincts tell you not to scream. If you scream it will only make things worse.
“You know my name?” Your voice shakes and so do your hands as you continue holding the blanket around your body.
“Are you alright, miss?” The child’s mother appears behind him, looking at you with concern.
“I um…I should go.” Your bare feet move to cross the street, making you pause when you step in something wet. You know that it’s blood before you even look down. Vomit threatens to fill your mouth but you continue walking away, dragging the train of the sheet you’re wearing through more of the bloody streets.
More monsters stare at you as you go. Some with long sharp teeth and claws that could easily slice through a normal humans delicate skin. Some walked on two feet and some slithered across the ground like sickly serpents. 
“Are you lost?” A horrifying witch grabbed your arm and tried to pull you back into the street.
“No, no I’m just on my way somewhere.” You lie the best you can, yanking your arm away only to immediately see deeps scratches from her long nails.
“So sorry miss.” She cackles, moving to join two other witches who were waiting for her on the other side of the street. They all continued their uneasy laughing until you turned the corner up ahead.
As you turned the corner you ran hard into something. Or someone it would appear when you looked up.
“What are you doing out here in nothing but a blanket, Y/N?” The man asks, pushing a pair of glasses up onto his nose.
This man had stitches across his forehead and down around his neck. Like some kind of Frankenstein’s monster, he’s been sewn together.
“Do I know you? Why does everyone here know my name?” You step back to put space between you and the monster.
“Ah, I see. Come with me.” He turns and begins walking but stops when you don’t follow. “I can help you. Come.” He holds out a hand, and while you don’t know what the fuck is happening, something tells you it’s okay to trust this stranger. 
You take his hand.
“Who are you?” You finally ask.
“I’m a friend. Dr. Kim Seokjin.” He swings your hands between you in a silly way. “You usually call me Jin. Sometimes Jinnie.”
“Jin.” You repeat, the name feeling familiar on your tongue. “Where are we going?”
“To my lab. I have things that can help you there.” Jin turns another corner and up ahead you can see a tall crooked tower looming in the distance.
“Your lab is in there?” 
“It is. Don’t worry Y/N, I promise you’re safe with me.”
You swallow hard but continue to let Jin lead you inside the tower and up, up, up the long spiraling stairs until you reach a door that he slides open.
Inside is a room filled with equipment and various experiments. Glass beakers filled with colorful liquid bubble and burble over small open flames. Sparks fly from wires that connect to different machines and some that connect to nothing at all. There are also several control panels at the center of the room with gurneys situated next to them.
“What kind of doctor are you, Jin?” Your voice shakes a little.
“The helpful kind.” He answers with a menacing grin on his face and a flicker of something slightly insane in his eyes.
“Wh-what do you have here that can help me?” You look down at the dirty blanket still wrapped around your body.
“First,” he grabs your hand again and leads you to a side room that has a cot with some folded clothes lying on top of it, “you can use those clothes to change into, okay? Whatever you want.” 
“Thank you.” You step into the small room and turn to face him. “Is something really wrong with me? Something that makes me not remember?”
“Everything is fixable. I’ll have you as good as new in no time.” Jin winks and closes the door behind him so that you can change in private.
You dress in a daze, still feeling very off kilter from everything that’s unfolded from the moment you opened your eyes. Flashes of the man you woke up next too and his terrifying tattooed face race across your memory and leave chills over your skin.
“Ready now?” Jin calls from outside the door. You take a deep breath and walk back out into the laboratory. “Why don’t you take a seat on one of those?” He motions to the gurneys at the center of the room.
Reluctantly, you walk over to them and sit on the thin mattress. It crumples under your weight and immediately sends a sense of dread swimming into your veins.
“How can you fix me?” You barely get the sentence out before Jin is next to you, situating your arms at your sides and wrapping leather straps around your wrists. “What are you doing?” Panic thick in your voice.
“This is how we fix you. Bite this.” He puts a leather strap up to your mouth.
“Are you crazy?! I’m not doing this. Let me go!” You pull against the restraints, thrashing your head and body in an attempt to get the fuck away.
“I know it’s a little frightening. You do this every time. One of your only flaws.” Jin shakes his head, sounding disappointing.
“Flaws? What are you talking about!?” 
“You’re my creation. I made you.” He tilts his head and smiles, “and you’re absolutely perfect except for that mind of yours. It resets. Forgets.” He shrugs his shoulders.
“Creation?! I’m a human being! I’m not some experiment! What is wrong with you?” Hot tears starts to leak from the corners of your eyes and blur your vision.
“You’re so adorable sometimes.” Jin yanks on your restraints to tighten them, “sit still, Y/N.” 
“You’re hurting me.” You whimper.
“You think that hurts?” Jin smiles before he begins sticking sticky pads to your head and neck. “Just wait.” He whispers into your ear.
You’re such an idiot to have trusted this monster. You were so sure that he was good. A friend. He felt like a friend when you saw him. Familiar.
“Please…don’t.” You beg just before he forcefully shoves the piece of leather between your teeth.
“You’ll thank me soon.”
Terror freezes your body as you watch him slam down a lever on one of the control tables, green electric waves traveling down the wires and entering your body in trembling shocks.
You don’t know how long you lay there, screaming through the pain before you pass out from how much electricity Jin lets pass into your body. But eventually the room goes black and the last thing you hear is Jin manically laughing from across the room.
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“It’s getting worse.”
“I tweaked some things this time. I’m hopeful it lasts longer.”
“It better. I’m tired of losing her.”
You hear quiet voices as you begin to come to. Voices that you recognize almost immediately.
“Jungkook?” Your voice croaks. Almost immediately the door to the small room slides open and the silhouette of the only person you want to see fills the doorway.
“You’re okay, immortelle?” Jungkook rushes into the room and kneels next to the cot you’re laying on.
“What happened to me? Why am I in Jinnie’s lab?” You turn your head to face him when he cups your cheeks in his hands.
“You had another episode, my sweet.” He brings your hand to his lips and kisses your knuckles one by one.
“Episode?” Your brows draw together in confusion.
“You forgot who you were. That you belong to me. You forgot it all.” Jungkook looks sad while he explains and it breaks your heart.
“How could I forget you?” You sit up slowly and he helps you. “How could I forget my love?”
“It’s not your fault, immortelle. Don’t blame yourself.” Jungkook looks over his shoulder at Jin who stands in the doorway. Jin rolls his eyes before walking away.  
“Take me home?” You ask, wrapping your arms around Jungkook’s neck when he picks you up into his arms bridal style.
“Of course.” 
Jungkook carries you down the long winding staircase of the laboratory and outside where it’s pitch black besides the white melting candles inside the lamp posts along the street.
A smile pulls across your face when you see all the monsters that you love busy in the streets. They all smile back at you, tossing greetings and wishes of quick recoveries your way.
“They love you.” Jungkook whispers into your ear.
“No. They love you, you’re their pumpkin king. I’m just lucky enough to be yours.” You touch the skull details tattooed on the side of his face so he looks at you.
“You’ll be their queen soon.” He reminds you. You lean up to kiss his lips.
“Let’s get something to eat before we go home. I’m famished.” Jungkook sits you on your feet but keeps your hand in his.
Jungkook talks with some of the shop owners and you watch as he gathers all of your favorite things into a basket. Wines, cheeses, and some sweet treats leftover from the night before. You love him so.
You make your way over to a stand selling haunted dolls and look around at all the choices. You’re about to go back to find Jungkook when someone grabs your arm and twists you around.
“You’re so pretty.” The drunken vampire says, the smell of blood thick on his breath. He’s had too much.
“I appreciate your compliment, but I need you to let go of my arm.” You pull away but he doesn’t let go.
“Don’t be that way. Come with me.” He stumbles and almost falls on top of you.
“Get off of me!” You say louder but the vampire doesn’t listen, it’s nails scratching through your skin. You’re about to scream for Jungkook when he’s suddenly there, ripping the vampires hand from your arm.
“May I ask what you think you’re doing? Touching what’s mine?” Jungkook says too calmly.
“I…I didn’t recognize Ms. Y/N…I didn’t realize.” The vampire stumbles over his words.
“Is that your excuse?” Jungkook laughs, the terrifying cackling sound sending tingles through your body.
You know what’s going to happen next, and the thrill alone has you aching between your legs.
“I’m sorry, I’ll never make the mistake again.” The vampire takes a few steps back.
“Immortelle?” Jungkook looks over his shoulder to you. He’s asking a silent question that you already know the answer to. You nod yes as a smile spreads across your face.
“Remember in your next life my friend, to keep your filthy hands off my girl.” Before you can blink his hand is shooting out between them and into the vampires chest cavity. He holds it there a moment so that he can watch the life drain slowly drain from the vampire before he yanks his hand back out holding the still thumping heart in his hand.
The vampire falls to the ground in a lifeless heep, his eyes still open and eternally full of the fear he last experienced. The crowd around the market doesn’t take offense, they know if their pumpkin kills someone it was for a damn good reason.
Jungkook turns towards you, handing the heart to one of the children playing with the body on the ground. He pats their head and then slowly brings his hand up to his mouth, licking a thick stripe from the bloody palm of his hand to the tip of his middle finger, all while keeping eye contact with you.
You smile, closing the space between the two of you and claiming his mouth. Your tongue seeks out the blood that’s dropped down his chin and around his lips.
“It never gets old…watching you kill for me.” You breathe into his mouth while his blood hands lace into the strands of your hair.
“We need to get home before I show everyone here how well I fuck you.” His mouth leaves hot kisses against your neck as he leads you backwards down the street until your back hits the iron bars of a familiar gate.
Home.
The gate loudly creaks open as soon as it realizes the two of you have arrived. Jungkook stops kissing you to take your hand and walks with you up the stone stairs to the front door that also opens all on its own, the door knocker welcoming you home.
“Do you want to play?” You whisper, making Jungkook pause at the bottom of the stairs. Those tattooed details raising into a smile.
“Okay, immortelle. Let’s play.” He kisses the top of your hand before taking a step back. He slowly slips of his black and white striped suit jacket and unbuttons his shirt before it joins the jacket on the floor.
You soak in the tattooed planes of his body, the muscles begging to be touched. His dark falling over his forehead as he steps back farther into the shadows until he’s completely disappeared from your sight.
“You know what happens if I catch you, immortelle.” His voice floats into your ear from somewhere unknown. “Don’t let me catch you.” 
A thrill shoots through your body again and you sprint for the stairs, loving the way the monsters and ghouls grab at your ankles and whisper your name. You immediately turn left at the top of the stairs, your mind going a million miles an hour trying to think of where you could hide.
He knows all of the good places for hiding.
In a last ditch idea, you run into your shared bedroom upon hearing Jungkook’s footsteps running up the stairs. He took this game of chase so seriously and never took it slowly.
You slide under the bed, your chest heaving in fear but also excitement. You’re hoping by hiding somewhere obvious that he won’t even think to look here and waste his time checking all of the usual spots you tend to hide.
“Where are you, immortelle?” You hear his menacing voice out in the hallway coming closer. You almost giggle. “You know I’ll find you. I will always find you.”
You hear his footsteps stop outside the bedroom door and then the door slowly opens right after, lightly hitting against the wall behind it. 
Jungkook’s heavy footsteps make the floorboards creak as he walks into the room. You throw a hand over your mouth to keep from making any noises. Jungkook undoes the buckle of his belt and a moment later slips it from his belt loops and lets it clang against the hardwood floor.
“Are you soaked for me right now, my love?” You watch with wide eyes as Jungkook slowly walks around the bed. “I’ll find out soon enough.”
He doesn’t say anything else and when you look around at the floor you notice that he’s no longer next to the bed, his black boots no longer anywhere in sight. You release a long breath of relief.
And then you’re being yanked by the ankle from beneath the bed, a startled scream escaping you as you flip onto your back just in time to see Jungkook trap you with his body against the floor.
“You caught me.” You smile, lifting your hips up to meet his, desperate for friction against your core.
“Don’t I always?” His mouth is on yours, his hands pushing your dress up around your hips.
He was desperate for you too.
“I love you.” You whisper on his lips, the tattooed skeleton grin on his beautiful face turning upwards.
Jungkook sits up on his knees between your legs giving you a full view of his naked torso. Pretty muscles and flawless skin that you ached to leave your mark on. Scratches and bite marks and bruises were the only things that could make him more perfect.
Your chest heaves as you watch him reach behind his back in the band of his black dress pants to retrieve a silver shiny knife. Your pulse quickens immediately.
“Is this what you want, immortelle?” He presses the cold steel flat against the inside of your thigh, keeping the blade from cutting you just yet.
“Will you torture me?” You ask, your hands coming up to cup your breasts with anticipation.
“Absolutely.” Jungkook moves the knife farther up your skin until the point brushes over underwear. You moan pathetically at the feel of it brushing over your center and slowly sliding over onto your other thigh.
“Jungkook…” you sigh.
“Be patient. I’ll give you what you want.” Jungkook uses his other hand to undo the button and zipper of his pants, pushing them down until his perfect cock springs free from the confines.
You bite your lip at the sight in front of you. Jungkook slowly strokes himself to the sight of the knife moving across your skin. He draws the sharp side of the blade oh so gently across your stomach, so sharp you don’t even feel it draw blood. The view of you on display for him makes him groan and move his hand a bit rougher up and down his shaft. 
Your fingers move on their own accord, slipping through the small pool of blood on your stomach and moving them back over your breasts to smear the crimson liquid in a trail.
“Fuck. Fuck you’re so perfect.” Jungkook moves the knife to your throat, gently leaving one long cut from one side to the other. You immediately feel warm blood leave the wound and drip down the sides of your neck.
Jungkook drops the knife to the floor and bends over your body to attach his mouth to your neck. He licks and sucks at your blood, whimpering at the taste of it on his tongue. Your body instinctively arches from the ground, your chest rubbing against his and spreading more of your blood between your bodies. It was the most beautiful visual you could imagine.
You looked down between your bodies to see Jungkook’s hand still stroking his cock as he continues to move his mouth down your body to the cut on your stomach. You can barely stand the burn in the pit of your stomach any longer, your desire for the man on top of you smoldering too hot.
“I need you now. Please.” You lace your hands into Jungkook’s hair and lift his face. The sight of his face covered in your blood, his eyes solid black with lust almost does you in completely.
“Such a good girl, saying please.” He moves back onto his knees, squeezing precum from the head of his cock before he releases it completely and picks the knife back up off the floor. You watch in awe as he brings it to his mouth and licks the blood from the blade.
“I always want to be good for you.” You say sweetly. His cock twitches at the sound of your obedient voice.
Jungkook moves the knife down between your legs and ever so carefully pressed the sharp blade to your underwear and drags it down until the fabric slices apart and reveals your absolutely drenched pussy to him. The knife clangs to the floor again and Jungkook leans back down to claim your mouth, his thumb immediately finding your clit.
Your lips part to moan and his tongue swipes against yours swallowing up all the sounds that escape you. The dripping head of his cock suddenly swipes through your folds and causes a high pitched whine to bubble up your throat.
“Is your pussy desperate to be filled, immortelle?” His hand swipes the blood on your stomach before it’s back on his cock, the blood lubing his shaft to make it easier when he fucks himself into you.
“Yes. It hurts, Jungkook.” You let your hands wander his chest and stomach, watching him watch you.
“I’m not going to last long once I get inside your perfect pussy, my love. But I need you to cum and I need you to scream.” Without warning he roughly spears himself inside you, his hands holding you on his cock as you writhe from the sudden intrusion.
“Oh my fucking god.” Your eyes roll to the back of your head when he starts to move, rough and hard.
“Made for me. I literally had you made just for me and you’re perfect. So fucking perfect and pliant just for me.” Jungkook’s hand comes down to your throat, careful of the cut across your skin, he gently tightens his grip.
You immediately see stars, wrapping both of your hands around his wrist to keep him in place. You gasp and moan at the feeling of him controlling your breathing and ruining your pussy at the same time. 
“I’m going to come. God I’m coming right now.” The words are quiet as he continues to hold your throat but he hears you just fine, moving his hand from your throat to play with your clit.
“Scream. I need you to scream so I can fill you up.” You open your eyes to see Jungkook watching you, his hair sweaty and mouth parted. Just when you’re about to beg for a kiss he punches your clit between his fingers and your orgasm rolls through you like a hurricane.
Black and white sparks explode behind your eyes and though you can’t hear yourself, you know that you scream loud and high pitched. Just what Jungkook needs to find his own end, dropping on top of you as he continues to fill you past the brim and onto your thighs.
Dried blood scratches between your skin and his as he lies on top of you, his head against your chest and your hands roaming the expanse of his broad shoulders. 
“You’re okay, immortelle?” He finally asks through his heavy breathing.
“I am, of course.” You lift his face to place a kiss to his lips.
“We didn’t even make it to the bed this time.” He laughs lightly, groaning as he pulls out and helps you sit up with him.
“I didn’t mind.” You both smile knowing he feels the same.
“I’ll never mind being with you, immortelle. Never.” He touches your cheek and kisses your lips once more.
“Even if…even if I keep forgetting?” 
“Even then. We are simply meant to be, my love.”
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istherewifiinhell · 2 months ago
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MOVIES! RETURN MY STRENGTH TO MEEEEE. moviessss. i need them to live. In the Mood for Love (2000) INSANE MOVIE. JUST STUNNING. camera work that had me fuckinggggg jaw dropped, CONSTANSTLY baby. that cinema. its tographying. JUST JUST. SO BEAUTIFUL to behold. fucking. editing i might call. utena esk. at times like. I DIDNT KNOW U COULD DO THAT. score/soundtrack that feels like its playing with u in the audience like. check this shit out. check out what their about to do. AND SO SO GORGEOUS.
BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL. 60s hong kong visual pieces,set. costume. i even thought the way they light the characters. dreammyyyy. dreamy quality.
ohhhhh u want to be taken in on this poetic interpersonal drama sooooo bad. OHHHHHH u wanna be along for the ride.
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tsuki-sennin · 2 years ago
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We've survived the highs and lows of Jyama Ball, but we're only a little bit closer to discovering who the Desaster is. If they go undiscovered to the final round, they win the game outright and get their ideal world. And with the mysterious executives, Keiwa, Neon, and Ace's respective sponsors, Archimedel, and Buffa all making their moves, something tells me the real game is only beginning.
...more importantly than any of that though, where the Hell are we headed now?! Why are there BOMBS everywhere? What do the Jyamato even have to gain from these constant invasions other than food and conquest?
All these questions and more... probably not answered today, but like, important to keep in mind.
Spoilers, I guess...
-Neooooon!
-Neon, baby, if you're the impostor I'm gonna cry.
-Good morning Chirami.
-Oh okay, we're supposed to become fan favorite. I see.
-Well, from what I've seen from the fandom as of yesterday, a number of folks have taken very kindly to Sae-san (rightfully so), so if this were the real world she'd probably win this. Doubly so if she's the Desaster.
-Oh shit! Sara-neesan!
-...oh, she's... she's fine, seemingly.
-Can't cut a pineapple smh.
-Bomb Pineapple!
-Ohhhh, we're dead.
-Jyamato Express!
-Fruit!
-Bombs!
-Fruit Bombs!
-Ooooooh, even more Jyamato ciphers.
-I imagine a lot of folks are hard at work.
-Blowing up an entire city block.
-I see Creepy Garden Daddy Archimedel's very proud of his little Freedom Clubbers.
-Keep Talking and Nobody Explodes!
-Damn, Takahashi's Steam list must be wilding.
-Secret Mission Clear!
-For you, fox man!
-Awwww, spider phone cute :)
-First Blood!
-The Gun!
-Magnum!
-It's back!
-Ringo?
-There's just something so funny to me about how minimal the Jyamato Pawn costumes are. Head, limbs, uniform, that's all you need.
-"OHHHHHH MY SISTER'S GETTING BOMBED"
-"Oh hey little bro, I got tied up. Can you do me a solid and get the kitchen knife?"
-Sae-san's very cool and collected under pressure. Can see why she was picked for this.
-Oh hey, Mrs. Kurama~! I'm still pissed you slapped my homegirl Neon, just so you're aware.
-"Neon's a big girl, she can handle herself. She'd never be able to achieve her dreams"
-Ohhhh, Papa Naoto. You're extremely sus.
-"Time to go to work. See you around."
-I see Mama Kurama's not an entirely heartless lunatic.
-You tell her, girl!
-I'm gonna be honest, I'd be proud of Neon if she were the Desaster.
-There's the Buffa Core ID.
-No doubt there's gonna be a lot of Zombie DNA in that mutant.
-Oh?
-Oh, hello.
-Sponsor-sama!
-So, she's got big plans for ol' Michinaga.
-Beroba...
-Ohhhhh, he's got an infection.
-"You wanna beat the shit outta all them dirty Kamen Riders, huh~? How about you let me pay for everything, no strings attached!"
-A proper sadist, this one!
-Takahashi's giving us a lot of interesting female characters this go around.
-Well, Beroba-san. You're obviously a cold-blooded murderer, you've got a killer fashion sense, your first appearance is accompanied by scary organ music, you're friends with Papa Archie, you got jelly beans...
-Yeah, you're totally trustworthy. I hear you're played by an idol?
-Sae-san... you care a hell of a lot about your family, huh?
-Oooooh, Okinawan.
-Keeping yourself in peak condition for your family. I happen to know a dude in a bathhouse who'd be very impressed with you, Sae-san.
-Neon...
-Who threw that bomb?
-"Did somebody say BOMB~!?"
-Gotta save Onee-sama!
-Ohhhh, sunset is fast approaching.
-I'm surprised we haven't seen lemons yet.
-At least, I don't think so, the picture quality I have ain't the best.
-Michinaga!
-Jurapira!
-Buffato!
-Oooooh, he's pissed!
-"Fuck the bull! Go get pineapples for our Hawaiian barbecue!"
-Can't get in!
-Ooooooh, Zombie Tycoon!
-Damn, Keiwa's playing hard!
-Red Wire.
-HOLY SHIT BUFFA DODGED POINT BLANK
-Goddamn, these stunts are sick every time I see 'em.
-OHHHHH MY DUDE JEAN GOT A GUN
-Okay I checked, it seems it's Gene, okay.
-Hello, Beroba-chan. Guess the dweebs are fighting.
-"I'm betting all my money on that buffalo guy."
-...seems that Gene's okay with this.
-OH GOD NEE-SAMA
-Red wire!
-Nut up man, do it!
-We did it!
-No more pineapple for ever.
-Sibling banter
-Oh man, it's dark out.
-Seems Michi's in no shape to kill anyone today.
-Compass!
-Snacc
-Well, gotta keep the sponsors happy.
-Oh, the producer's coming in.
-...wonder if this is a metaphor of some kind.
-Ah yep! Sae-san was the sussiest baka all along!
-Lone wolf Lopo played nice for so long.
-Oooooh, that's a Glare retool. ...I suppose Gazer's our new "coming in hot and spicy".
-I wonder if we're gonna see a new DGP higher-up come kick ass every new arc?
-...fuck, what if we have to beat up Mama Mitsume? I don't think poor Ace can handle it.
-Shit seems to be getting real now.
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birthdaycakeplate · 3 years ago
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Optimus getting pampered because he deserves it-
We love that boi-
💖Oh! Oh 💕a stranger 💖who loves💗💕me! Ohhhhh!!! OHHHHHH, I love you 💗💝too ✨stranger💞
💘Thank you for this chance to project💘
I shortened it to heck and back, please believe me, but this is fic length, again.
I’ve also been sick for a couple weeks and really channeled that humiliation into ruining Optimus here. He’s baby to the max.
✨Warnings are in the tags✨
💕Thanks everyone💕
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“Are you paid hourly, sniveling whelp?”
Optimus tilted his helm up towards the blur of navy and violet, looming in tall, twisted shapes above him.
This particular Decepticon apparently had much to hate him for -maybe more so than Sentinel at times. Thankfully, Optimus had learned this mech would never dare to pose anymore a threat to him than being an infinite source of insults and condescendence. Much like Sentinel...
And while he hadn’t a clue what he’d done to offend him so, this was thankfully a normal enough occurrence that Optimus knew he wasn’t in any real danger. Which was good, because he could barely suffer to stand upright at the moment.
Optimus, in his haggard state, only then remembered that he was holding a very breakable datapad in hand and scrambled with pitifully shaky servos to right his grip. Somehow this minuscule task was an entire feat to accomplish. It predictably earned him a sneer from the other mech.
As far as this ‘Cyclonus’ with all his unrepressed hate, standing there only half expecting to get a real reaction out of the smaller bot went, Optimus figured he’d do well enough to give him his usual proud flick of the finial and continue his work. Seemingly unbothered. Seemingly undisturbed by tonnes of angry war frame that’d like to crack open his helm for invading his terf and enraging him by simply existing.
But right now, the floor was precariously close to spinning out from underneath him, and he couldn’t remember for the life of him what his work actually was.
7 cyberweeks of pathetic bits of recharge. Nothing solid, nothing deep enough to free up all the clustered data he’d tried to shove in on 14 hour shifts.
Getting used to life on the Nemesis, the work expected of him from the Magnus as the sole mech trusted enough to handle the raging rouge that was Megatron -while also not being a terrible loss if all his leaders’ worst fears that they were dealing with unreachable beasts in this truce attempt came true- had left him seriously sleep deprived.
There was plenty to keep him awake at night.
His leaders, for example, had left him with little faith in any of their futures. Optimus had known from the start of this arrangement he had a far better grasp on the genuine civility of war frames than an out of term council who were quite stuck in their ways. Including the likelihood an entire enemy faction were going to open up for them before they did a grunt with little say in anything without the desire for confrontation than the history books had shown his superiors had. Demanding respect, demanding conformance.
Obviously Optimus was just hoping to survive this ordeal, and made him leagues more approachable than the council did. In that sense, the route they’d chosen to take with his role here was a much better idea than their direct involvement.
It still pained him to think they’d be so eager to shunt him off with what they believed were hoards of dangerous, raving lunatics still. It’d definitely kept him from having a peaceful recharge for some cycles now.
He couldn’t say he was surprised they had, however. And there was evidently some consolation in admitting the roots of this bizarre culture of mecha to be undoubtedly absurd, and thus somewhat a lot of raving lunatics. They had absolutely proved to be unnatural forces of crazy-
But still quite reasonable. Still Cybertronian. Still worthy of a chance.
One rather ethereal creature from the dark depths of Tarn in particular had proven so.
Optimus would kick himself in the aft for prioritizing thoughts of Megatron of all horrid creatures over whatever he’d been standing in the command center at this hour for.
His struts ached, his vents rattled, his helm felt muddled and cloudy.
He could hardly make sense of what Cyclonus’ weary once-over meant -his lagging processor trying to focus much too hard on the datapad down in his servo and why he’d brought it in here.
After another beat of uneventful silence, the dark mech finally chose to move on with his gruesome morning, and Optimus watched him go.
“Don’t vorry about zat lu-lu.” Blitzwing chirped happily from somewhere behind him. Optimus would need to see the medic onboard about his shorting audio receptors when it came through with a touch of static.
Blitzwing carried on.
“He’s a bit of a vild card! Always causing a stir, ja?”
Optimus nodded like he knew all about the terror from the sky that was Cyclonus, and his supposed antics. Deciding then that a walk about the place would jog his processor back up to speed.
He moved a bit sluggishly, careful not to hover too long at someone’s shoulder.... Lest he make another enemy among these easily offended sparks.
Then someone, he couldn’t imagine what kind of Decepticon would be concerned for him in anyway -or if maybe he’d just hallucinated the voice whispering things in his audial in the first place- mentioned something about him being a hazard, and that he didn’t belong on deck in this state.
Which was war frame for, ‘You need a break, bud’, and Optimus couldn’t help but feel a bit endeared by it. Wheezing through ex-vents, or not, he was starting to recognize a place for himself here.
As for their lack of faith that he wasn’t about to tumble over the nearest control panel and send them all careening into a star, well... Optimus was terribly offended. Maybe he could have used a few more kliks in recharge, sure. But he could do his job!
Everyone needed him to!
Whatever that job was exactly....
He surely looked like a lost turbo-puppy, shuffling aimlessly about, finials dipping low. Out of breath from his rigorous traipse across 3 war frame sized stairs. Thankfully, though, he noticed a rather quiet spot that was practically void of bots at the top and center of the room, overlooking the organized chaos below.
Optimus hardly registered his pedes carrying there until he was nestled into the nice, dim quiet. His optics long since adjusted to the strategical use of black light on the main deck.
Having a moment to stop and rest, he found it the slightest bit easier to think up here. He took a labored breath that did nothing to clear his vents and held his datapad up to optic level.
He blinked down at the same header he strangely remembered reading over and over a few hours ago before the glyphs had started to merge and the room began to spin. Clearly he’d been in this poor shape for a while now and had had far too many chances to fix the issue. He deserved everything coming to slap him ‘round the faceplate for it.
Optimus stared intently at the pad like that would unlock all the secrets it possessed, staring numbly with helm swimming, until the datapad began to move father and farther away. Farther and farther, and then-
Warm, blissful silence.
——- ————- ————
Megatron had watched the little fiend stagger around the room in a kind of daze, wandering like he hadn’t spent the last 3 deca-cycles leaving his prints around the place. Pestering Megatron about ethical nonsense the entire time.
Clearly his processor was vacant enough not to know which way was up, as the little bot eventually came to stand on tired pedes beside him at Megatron’s throne of all places. Likely having moved there completely subconsciously in an effort to find somewhere quiet and soothing in his addled state.
His absolutely desolate state, really... poor thing wasn’t processing slag.
Megatron was surprised to find him take his place among him, wondering -hoping- if Optimus had perhaps *sought* his company out by some kind of instinct.
They certainly seemed to calm in each other’s presence under more cordial circumstances. Mostly notably during their occasional evening fuelings together where they entertained themselves by digging at some of their favorite tasteless literature -a hobby of sorts which they looked forward to, though the evenings were never actually planned.
And during the short briefings he’d decided at last to give the Prime a part in- the two quickly devolving into thinly veiled teasing in favor of committing to their very important work. Giving each other backhanded compliments until someone cracked and it turned in to full on sass and a mockery of the command room.
And during their trips across opposite ends of the near infinite ‘vessel from hell’, stopping when they came across each other to whittle away hours upon hours on stunted small talk, talk that Megatron would have sooner shot the jaw plate right off of anyone else who thought they should waste his time with. Optimus’ most common subject of interest being about how pretty the nearest constellation looked that evening.
Weirdly enough, running in to each other after having not seen the other for the length of that cycle doused the tension in something intimate. Those little talks always felt the most fragile and precious.
It was inevitable really. Wasting that time away doing nothing more than yammering about their ridiculous time on Earth in some kind of reminiscing that old friends do. Things that Megatron had hardly even made sense of at the time and felt strange and surreal they’d even shared those moments together -volatile as they were.
And sometimes it was them discussing their favorite theater (and Megatron’s endless surprise that Optimus even had such) until one of them remembered they were long overdue somewhere important.
Drawn to each other, like magnets.
Maybe, truthfully, he was romanticizing any time they spent together. Megatron was familiar -Optimus was likely only lured so easily by his company, because he was the only familiarity on an entire fleet of hostile faces.
But he could hope, because....
Well, because.... Because *Megatron* certainly liked having his company.
There, he breathed it into being. Couldn’t pretend it wasn’t so now that he’d spared so much thought about Optimus’ taste in defensive maneuvers over early fuelings, now could he?
Right now, though, the little Prime’s normally welcome presence was overshadowed by one anxious warlord with fists clenched, watching as the smaller mech began to sway.
The little fool hadn’t done a thing he’d been told about keeping his own schedule for recharge when he’d come aboard. The place was a chaotic mess, no one would be there to remind him to do ‘self care’ -a word that made most ‘Cons cringe away.
Of course, head strong, young and eager to prove himself, Optimus hadn’t listened... So sure he wouldn’t be struggling to keep up with powerful war type engines with enough stamina to work a kilocycle without a defrag (Megatron thought fondly of Shockwave).
Optimus simply had gone and overclocked himself like an aft. Megatron had noticed a disturbing pattern that involved Optimus not listening to anything concerning his health that wasn’t life or death. He’d seen a small instance of such when the bot showed blatant disregard for a gouging burn in his servo from his accidental contact with the lovely Sunstorm, convinced Ultra Magnus needed his report more than he needed emergency repairs. He couldn’t feel it, after all, so why couldn’t it wait another solar cycle?
For all his levelheadedness and practically, Optimus had failed further to recognize that sleep, at least, *was* life or death.
Well, then. Megatron, as a great and glorious leader, would just have to fix this mess himself. Possibly the only bot in existence that’d ever deserved Megatron’s kindness, and he wasn’t even cognitive enough to appreciate it.
A big, black servo engulfed a little, blue one and pulled.
Down went Optimus without a bit of fight in him, yanked right off his pedes and into Megatron’s lap. His optics had already offlined before he’d even landed, and he lay there silently, chest moving with every soft ex-vent.
Megatron shifted his thighs wider to offer more support to the little figure of exhaustion below, keeping him cradled. Observing the way his finials slipped lower down his helm and feeling rather enamored with the sight.
Getting Optimus in a state that wasn’t ‘suspicious’ or ‘cautious’ or ‘completely untrusting of a single mech in his vicinity’ was impossibly rare. It meant Megatron never got to see him with his guard down -something he’d have loved to see more of in their time on earth while they’d been at each other’s throats.
This look on him was surprisingly very much preferred -perfectly content to slumber away in his lap, unbothered, if Megatron didn’t know any better.
He couldn’t help but indulge in the sight of the little mech looking at ease, curling into his warmth. Incapable of being weighed down by the eternal war he seemed to wage with himself about whatever benign thing a pure spark had to guilt themself over.
The terror of Kaon, far too pleased with his new trophy however temporary, dared any curious optics looking their way that might settle for even a nanoklik a look of his own that promised slow, painful death. No one accepted his challenge and kept their helms down and about their busy lives.
Satisfied, Megatron looked down at his little menace from Iacon. The battered mech that’d both found his way onto Megatron’s pristine warship and -somehow- into the bounds of Megatron’s limited patience. And like a fool that wasn’t experienced for millennia in using good sense, Megatron had willingly opened both up to Optimus’ delightful presence, forcing them to allow him entrance and respect. Impossible to ignore.
Megatron would maybe admit he’d given in long before this truce and the bot’s position here.
Maybe around the time Optimus had snapped back at his attempts to break him with far too much confidence for a mech half his size. Maybe when he’d hauled him off his aft into custody with more nobility and honor than Megatron had ever seen an Autobot possess.
Optimus’ vents stuttered, worrying him further that something serious might be wrong.
Had he worked himself sick? Megatron had seen Lugnut do it -he’d seen Starscream do it.
He’d seen all his driven, loyal subordinates do it at one point or another.
This one was not the same, though. This one was small and easy to exhaust with pretentious has-beens like Ultra Magnus demanding the work of 5 mechs from him. From the few instances he’d seen him interact with the more sociable ‘Cons, he’d noticed Optimus was rather easy to guilt, too. Megatron had found that startling revelation quite a detriment to the little one’s health. A guilty Optimus, whatever had set him off, proved himself a workaholic and struggled to think of himself as more than just a cog in the machine. The ‘greater good’ outweighed the needs of the overworked few.
Megatron had no doubt in this case he had worked himself to sickness out of sheer guilt that some other bot might be even slightly inconvenienced by his absence.
Megatron bristled as he wondered who of his men could have put it in his processor that they mattered even remotely as much as Optimus’ well being did. Who was possibly more important than this weary one here?
A big, warm palm moved to fiddle idly with a windshield, stroking the glass, careful of its skewering claws. He received a tilted helm burying into his side in response.
Megatron was perceptive, and he’d directed that towards learning a bit about the thoroughly guarded bot below. When he considered every option, the chances were that Optimus had put the thought that he should be forgoing his health for the sake of his work in his own head. He seem predisposed to such from what Megatron had seen of Shockwave’s academy records of the Prime. Those very sensitive, very interesting records.
The little truck slumbered away. So frighteningly beyond the limits of a simple restful recharge with the hitch in his vents that Megatron was pushed to call in Hook. Fearful a permanent stasis was fast approaching.
Little fool....
—— ————-
Optimus awoke to a large warmth draped across his side, and the generous padding beneath his backstrut he could blearily make out as his berth. The pad felt near infinite, stretching on whichever way he sprawled, molding to his tired frame.
No.
No, not *his* berth.
Optics going wide, Optimus frantically looked over his surroundings, processor stalling when a visual feed finally made sense of things with smell and touch quickly following.
That large warmth was an impossibly large war frame lying a servo over him, pressed against his side. The smell of gun smoke, of something decidedly mech filled his olfactory. Without a thought he breathed deep, venting that heady mix deeper into his chest.
“You’re awake already?” Megatron -of all the horrifying creations in the galaxy- was sitting in a chair that’d been moved flush against the berth, so he could easily reach for his diminishing patient atop it.
Optimus willed his spark to extinguish then and there and let his frame sink into the padding, and further still, into oblivion.
Primus, just offline him now...
He clutched at the arm across him with hands he’d steadied through sheer force of will.
“I-where am I- what am I doing here- what are *you* doing here?”
“These are my private quarters, and I was told you’d be in recharge for at least a week.”
Megatron’s private quarters- with said mammoth of metal and muscle casually draping a servo over his unconscious figure? Great.
And this talk that he’d be in recharge for a week? A whole week?
Why in the Allspark would he-
Everything suddenly became more clear to him than it had since his steady decline of sleep on the Nemsis some deca-cycles ago. Awareness crashing into him all at once, cutting through his consciousness, and the unfortunate conclusion was-
“Oh... Oh no!” Optimus felt his spark sink to his tanks.
“I have to order rations for the crew on Kleese side! I have to secure a line between the expedition team that joined-“
In panic and sleep deprivation and whatever thing had made his helm all staticky, Optimus processor quickly got away from him.
“If we have another Phantom Fleet, it’ll all be *my* fault!” He cried, Megatron looking completely at a loss for *that* statement.
“I need to confirm I’m an available resource manager- they don’t even know I exist yet! They don’t have the proper facilities without someone to work the line! I have to report to Ultra Magnus- I-“ Optimus stopped with optics wide and rolled with great effort onto his side to level with the bigger mech.
“*How long have I been in recharge*?”
Megatron frowned accordingly.
“A few solar cycles.”
“No! *No*!” Optimus had to force himself to loosen his grip on the giant servo to keep from denting it. Easy enough, when defeat began to mingle with exhaustion.
He’d let everyone down, again...
That thought alone was enough to renew his vigor and send him practically crawling up the berth to escape Megatron’s hold.
“It’s too late, the expedition team will be starved to death already! I have to arrange a list of casualties-“
Free of one serval tonne servo, Optimus swiftly sat himself up, and was immediately met with a hot palm splaying over his chest plate. Pushing him back down with half the effort it’d take to restrain a fully functional Optimus.
“I have to get back, Megatron! The party have families waiting-“
“They’ve got everything they need, Prime!” Megatron said, half hysterical. The absolute delusion a frantic Optimus could conjure in his guilt. His *bizarre*, outlandish guilt.
“You aren’t the only communications source for my men- what an ordeal that would be.” Megatron had the audacity to roll his optics at the other’s mortal coil.
“But I-“
That servo moved from his chest to reach beneath him and lift his weakened frame just enough to stuff a pillow that was definitely not standard issue for the common rabble underneath his helm. Optimus’ aching shoulders fell into it gratefully.
Megatron continued to undo the tension tying him into knots with more of his usual bleak, hopeless reassurances. The ones Optimus was oddly endeared by and appreciated the familiarity of, despite the cold honesty.
“This alliance between our people is a glorified test run, and, inevitably, an excuse to continue the war when your leaders choose the most damning evidence you’ve unwittingly presented to them these past cycles to declare us ireedemable by Primus. And further, a wasted effort. Others far more capable at the moment have your position filled, Optimus Prime.”
No, Optimus wasn’t sure his leaders were actually so eager for the war to wage on- more like they had little to no hope an alternative was truly possible.
Which, why send him here in the first place then?
It was at that moment Megatron’s shameless spark burst to life, and a thick digit reached out to tentatively trace over the vents in Optimus’ abdomen. Up and down, crossing over the dull, bladed edges of his grille with a ‘clink’ when his claws caught over each fold. Careful not to bare down.
“W-what are you,” Optimus cleared his vocalizer and pushed that warm palm putting a flutter in his tanks away.
“What are you doing?”
‘It’s me, Optimus. Not that you remember my name when it doesn’t explicitly suit you.’ Was what he’d wanted to say. But how *exactly* could he deny how weirdly intimate their encounters had been as of late, anyway?
What with long, pointless conversations at late hours in empty corridors about Megatron’s extensive exploits from long before Optimus’ creation. Or asking, perhaps a bit too forwardly, to hear of his recreational works -which Megatron would deny him, though clearly flattered all the same. Or actively seeking the other’s gaze to share an eye roll with at the insanity of morning refuelings with all the ‘Cons who’d happily see each other pushed down a quarry forced to interact, providing endless entertainment of the violent sort.
One more unabashed display from this deplorable mech was hardly a surprise.
Even if this had been the first time their.... weird relationship had delved into this side of something genuine -like Megatron appearing honestly concerned for his well being.
Which was ludicrous, of course, but...
He had dragged him into his berth after all.
How and why had he ended up here, again?
Megatron looked unbothered by Optimus’ sudden shyness.
“I was merely trying to keep you relaxed. I need to keep you comfortable.” Megatron purred, like being in his berth wasn’t already questionable enough without *that* particular tone.
“Hook was quite clear that you needed ‘proper’ rest -and so, are you feeling content? How can I put your processor at ease?”
Optimus stalled.
Hook? The medic that’d threatened to throw Skywarp’s dismembered arms into a smelter instead of helping reattach them, but a medic no less? Optimus could only figure he’d fainted then, since he was missing such a large chunk of his memory in the time before Megatron’s overwhelmingly big berth was all he’d come to know.
And if the medic involved had assigned him here, then he’d been put on berth rest...
How humiliating.
Now he wished he’d just taken the extra care to recharge before he’d passed out in front of his superior.
His superior? Was Megatron even? Optimus was incredibly grateful his role and orders when given this position were so painfully vague now, and didn’t have to worry too much about his insubordinate streak towards both factions if it meant he didn’t have to consider *Megatron* his *superior*.
He made to move again, feeling he had to do *something*. He sat up again and got as far as swinging his legs over the edge of the berth before Megatron proved he was apparently happy to follow doctor’s orders for once -A miracle, considering the time he’d walked around on poisoned Energon once, refusing a system flush. He’d thrived off the contaminated fuel even, by pure spite to Starscream alone.
Optimus was really ready to get out of berth now.
“You’re staying here.”
Fantastic....
“Can’t I stay in my own room?” He pushed at the mech invading his space and blocking his escape.
“Certainly. And I will ensure you stick to doctor’s orders while you do so.”
Optimus’ finials tipped forward threateningly. Megatron ignored the pitiful display.
After a moment of unwavering wills clashing together and filling the expansive room with tension, Optimus had to sigh and swallow his shattered pride. Hoping this wasn’t the kind of thing he’d have to make a report about that would inevitably end up in the hands of Ratchet for future physicals.
He looked down at the big servo resting on the berth beside his thigh, waiting with deadly precision to jump out and snag him around the waist should he attempt freedom once more.
Controlling bastard.
“What sort of orders do I have?” Optimus growled, finials flat to his helm in an entirely different kind of threat.
“Luckily, the simple sort. And all very manageable by me.”
“You? You’re my keeper now?” Optimus hoped sassing would provoke the other into releasing him. Even if that was relatively hard to do.
“Can you afford to add ‘Nemesis Din Mother’ to your terrifying list of aliases?”
“I couldn’t very well afford ‘Forsaker of the Only Mech I Find Tolerable And At Times Reasonable’, now could I? But seeing as now isn’t one of your more sensible moments, I will assume the role as ‘Temporary Carer’.”
“Why?” Slipped out before Optimus could think better of ruffling the only bot concerned with his safety -and even with his scratchy vocalizer, he’d manage to sound quite demanding.
Who could blame him? With a history composed of violence and distrust once, this was the stuff of fever dreams.
Regardless, “Weren’t you listening?” was the significantly bemused response he received, and it was nowhere near satisfying enough an answer.
He supposed he would have to let ‘coworkers’ via ‘peace time’ be good enough a reason. As if that normalized being doted on in a work associate’s bed.
—— ———— —
Stuck in a berth on medical leave was one of the most painful experiences in Optimus’ lifecycle.
He was trapped there on special orders in a room where his former archenemy, who’d never bothered to remember his name at one time, could just waltz in and irritate him with news about the ship’s perfect functioning while their martyr took a much needed break. Aft.
Optimus could handle the sarcasm and pigheadedness -he’d gotten both from his Earth crew and Sari regularly. The awkward doting, however, when Megatron would bring him cubes and wait patiently (unnecessarily) for him to finish them before asking if he was still hungry was another thing.
As were the extra berth sheets that’d slowly started accumulating around Optimus, until he was practically lying fluffed up and wrapped inside a nest.
As were the corrosive polishes freshly bought and presented to him to use for a quick buffing when a private wash rack was a door away.
Confusing- mind blowing- so, so unnecessary- so, so humiliating.
He could have done without all this, yes, but he wasn’t sure if he’d have been saved the same fate if he’d demanded to suffer alone in his own quarters. Megatron was clearly actively seeking him out.
Finding the ex war lord locked inside his private room any other time was a rarity, ever present and foreboding someplace on the ship where there were blithering mechs to scare.
Now that Optimus couldn’t even get rid of him with Cyber-bear mace if he tried, he couldn’t help but wonder if he’d been something of a personal target of his since coming aboard the Nemesis. They did have a way of running in to each other, but *this*.... Megatron was always fluttering about his room now, having such important paperwork to do all the sudden -the sort he’d shuck off on Shockwave prior- and leaving Optimus to endure his frequent company.
Which wouldn’t be so bad- Optimus couldn’t pretend he didn’t enjoy the niche similarities they did share. Who else honestly thought tactical maneuvers was a fun subject? Or that the great wars the bigger mech had weathered made for interesting story time?
But the fact that he was spending hours lying uselessly around a cushiony little nest, accepting warm fuelings, Megatron’s personal literature, and allowing himself to doze to the sound of that baritone voice when there were bots upstairs working themselves to stasis -and not by their own doing- was just plain unacceptable.
“Don’t rush your recovery, Optimus. Your system functions need time to come back online- and to do that you need adequate recharge for all the cycles you missed. And fuel.” Megatron extended a servo to the pouting mech, holding a mesmerizing, swirling cube of Energon.
Optimus sat up, thoroughly reprimanded for acting like a sparkling, and peered over at the dazzling purple slush inside.
“And *that* is supposed to be adequate fuel?”
More than adequate- that was the problem. The ‘that’ in question was an Energon goodie, that much was obvious, and while still very unnecessary, he couldn’t help but wonder about its unusual contents.
Optimus reached for it and gingerly took a sip, finials pricked high upon his helm.
He savored the smooth, sugary gush, optics locked suspiciously on the terrible mech awaiting his approval. A smirk slowly forming.
“This alloy tastes like an Earth solution. Potassium permanganate?”
Very much not a thing a despiser of all things organic would keep aboard his ship.
Further more, no matter how good and sweet it tasted, a splash of medical grade human antiseptic had never occurred to him he might try as a junky little treat. How’d Megatron figure so? Where’d he even get it?
And why hadn’t he stopped taking sips already?
His pout was significantly less effective when plush lips were busy sucking down their fourth fueling in a cycle -and especially so, when it was laced with additives for substantially less health related reasons.
He should really stop accepting this kind of treatment. Maybe if he just reminded Megatron that frivolous expenditures had always been beneath him before Optimus’ self induced injury....
“I’ll fetch you another.” The larger mech said.
He turned towards the door and stopped abruptly to consider his own words. A momentary pause that was dismissed much too quickly for someone who once openly sang of the conquering of Autobot Tyranny and its desire to reduce his people to little more than giant, thoughtless pets, and then he was off to ‘fetch’ his drink.
Leaving Optimus almost inconsolably bewildered, and with a half full cube of treated Energon he’d hardly made a dent in tilted towards his lips.
The absurdity of Megatron practically self proclaiming himself Optimus’ new errand boy seemed to bring him to his senses a bit.
Was Megatron.... coddling him?
Coddling *him*? Optimus Prime?
And also, *Megatron* and *coddling*?
No, no, no, no. Now he was just being an idiot.
First of all, the frequent playfulness in their interactions -yes, he could admit their constant taunting of the other was hardly the stuff of unbridled hate these days- didn’t exactly mean he’d earned himself any special privileges. Optimus was still an inconvenience to him, put here in a measly attempt to keep some control over the affairs of adventurous, destructive war machines in the wake of a shaky truce.
It wasn’t like Megatron’s interest in him went farther than Optimus’ ability to offer him challenging conversation and fresh perspective (on matters he apparently wasn’t being taken seriously in managing here either. Surprise).
And those were Optimus’ own thoughts exactly on the dangerous ‘Con. Megatron was a fun challenge -now that he wasn’t hellbent on his destruction. He was a welcome change to Optimus’ stagnant life.
This surreal, shocking amount of care he’d shown on Optimus’ behalf -which was again, unnecessary- wasn’t anything as outlandish, as *impossible* as Megatron wishing to *coddle* him. To keep him safe and see him back to health once more. It was just.... he was just....
Optimus hadn’t a clue *what* he was doing. He only knew it wasn’t coddling for Primus’ sake. Though still very odd and very much a mystery -one that’d tear him apart at the seams until he had suitable answers. Make him question everything he’d come to know about the Decepticon leader and whether he was just an ambitious, presumptuous mech for even entertaining the idea-
And Optimus should *really* stop frying his circuits over all this and get some much needed recharge.
He sipped his cube with both hands, finally used to the sizable difference in the war class’ servos to his own. It was still warm and sweet, and it lulled him into a comfortable recharge, back down into the pillowy layers of his makeshift nest.
Happily oblivious to Megatron’s heated gaze when he returned with his fifth ration, taking enormous pride in having secured the little mech’s comfort. Though, one more sheet wouldn’t hurt.
——— ———— —-
He’d figured he’d survived the full insanity of his situation and came out on top when his subroutines reverted to his usual standard, and Optimus was able to go more than a few hours without rest again. It wouldn’t be long before he was his old self, and he’d be cleared for the bridge.
So why now, when he was capable of walking himself over to the washroom for solvent showers and fuelings cut to twice a cycle again, was Megatron ten times harder to get rid of?
Optimus couldn’t swing a thigh over the edge of berth before Megatron was subspacing his datapad and hurrying to his side. Offering a hand to take.
“I’m not completely dilapidated,” Optimus mumbled -which he never had been.
“You don’t have to worry about me falling apart if I walk to the mess hall.”
“Why are you walking at all?” Megatron countered and sounded ever so slightly annoyed at the prospect.
Like having a mech who was capable of getting up and walking around to fend for himself was more annoying than having an independent bot with near perfect functioning lying uselessly in his berth.
Megatron was perceptive, calculating. He could see that Optimus was doing fine now, and it was more than a little shocking that he hadn’t decided it time for him to move on and resume their work like normal honestly.
Optimus thought it time he ask him such.
“I can’t thank you enough for watching out for me,” He began, even taking the servo offered in a gesture of goodwill.
“But I’m good as new -more or less. I can handle myself from here on, so-“
“Allow me to see you to your destination.”
Optimus was cut off, and that was as much a sign as any that Megatron wasn’t leaving this up for debate. Which was *odd*, but fine with Optimus. He liked his company when it wasn’t centered around him being babysat like a mechling.
Optimus dipped his helm and shrugged.
“Fine. Maybe we can get some work done while we walk. I’d like to know where we stand with the crew on Kleese now. Are they receiving full necessities? I’ve noticed you war frames don’t prioritize medical leave in the event of an injury.”
Megatron would like to shake him unconscious and explain to him how that was the greatest hypocrisy of the seven centuries when he awoke.
He walked with Optimus side by side, watching him from the narrow corner of his optic. As if he thought Optimus might be about to bow over and faint any moment. The smaller bot tried not to grind his denta together too loudly.
“Everyone is accounted for, all resources at their disposal, and communications have not been met with interference. They have orders to explore further.”
“But they have access to the home ship at any time?” Optimus asked, as he began to tread a little more slowly.
“What if they go too far?”
Megatron seemed to find the idea amusing.
“You are the only civil frame in our ranks, Optimus. A war frame is capable of amazing arduous feats, immeasurable to the strength of your little engine.”
Not so immeasurable the most powerful of their class couldn’t be beaten down with the Magnus hammer, firstly.
And secondly, ‘part of their ranks’?
“I’m not actually assigned to a position in your military.” Optimus pointed out, finding it a bit difficult to say so. Why was the room getting darker?
Megatron only sighed whimsically.
“Unfortunately, no.”
‘Unfortunately’?! Optimus gawked.
He would argue that the council couldn’t wait to get rid of him, and here his former enemy was acting like he’d make even a decent fit among a lot of cut throats and thugs able to work through recharge and survive whole missing sensory circuits without shedding a tear.
“However,” Megatron continued, unconcerned with Optimus’ inner turmoil.
“You’ve certainly made a place for yourself here. You’re practically one of ours now.”
Optimus went very quiet then, worried the affects of his self induced injury had somehow become contagious and spread to Megatron to damage his processor. Did he hear himself right now?
“Well,” Megatron began, voice deep and thoughtful. So low it was unlikely Optimus was entirely meant to hear his inner musings.
“I consider you so. I’d be a fool not to claim you as quickly and thoroughly as possible.”
“Excuse me?!” Optimus wheezed through his vents. He hadn’t even realized when they’d come to a stop, but that’d been enough of a gut punch to send him clutching at Megatron’s armor like a lifeline.
“You’ve pushed yourself too far, little one.”
Optimus opened his mouth to hiss indignantly at the pet name, and immediately devolved into a coughing fit. His grip loosening, as he curled in on himself.
“I’m calling Hook.” Megatron hummed and almost sounded panicked, but the single palm wrapped around Optimus’ waist, pushing his weight into the bigger mech’s felt calming and sure. Promising the other his grip wouldn’t slip in the slightest.
Beyond feeling like there were slivers of glass cutting at his intake, Optimus decided Megatron’s rather overbearing approach to him as of late wasn’t such a bad thing. If he hadn’t been here, Optimus would have been stuck struggling to vent for however long until someone came walking by. And if it had been Cyclonus who’d found him in this scenario, he wouldn’t have gotten the appropriate care he’d needed.
He let the dizziness blur with his sudden exhaustion and was soon fading into unconsciousness against a sturdy chest plate.
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Optimus woke to that familiar warm servo draped across him sometime later. Now waring the effects of a system flush on Hook’s command, trying to turn the room upside down on him, he had little choice but to listen quietly to the firm lecture Megatron had clearly prepared for him.
“Why do you push yourself? You understand there are consequences to such foolishness, yet you are optimistic the risk will prove worth the punishment. It hasn’t thus far.” Optimus certainly didn’t need reminding of that truth.
“It’s left you in an even worse state now. You must see how much progress this has cost you as opposed to have simply *waiting* until you were fully recovered. Why push yourself?”
There was so much disappointment in his tone, and the little bot couldn’t believe how that could feel more miserable than his aching tanks.
Optimus felt like a bigger idiot than when he’d boarded that ship for Archa Seven.
He was blessedly spared the awful, crushing force of his embarrassment by a system alert to purge. He jolted against the servo pinning him down, but the warning passed as quickly as it came. Faulty code from the flush- it was doing away with contaminants on its own without the need purging. Which means Optimus would just have to lie there uselessly, absolutely swimming in nausea, and endure the seething mech at his side while he fought random alerts to purge his brain module out.
“Sorry.” He croaked. He was only sorry Megatron was the one having to see him act a fool.
He surely made a pathetic display, as Megatron’s other servo came up out of the purest sympathy he hadn’t known him to possess to smash his cheek plate into the palm of his hand, cradling the side of his helm. Thumb stroking a finial. Optimus shivered.
“I doubt it.” Megatron finally said, and he’d be right.
Optimus had had a job to do, and recharge hadn’t been such a priority. He was much less likely to stand by that now, though, if it meant he’d be withering away in Megatron’s berth for eternity.
He’d rather be here on more pleasant terms.
Or not at all.... Definitely not at all.... yeah... uh...
“Who convinced you to take such little care in yourself, Optimus? Who put it in your processor that you matter so little? *It is appalling*, you understand?”
Optimus would tell him ‘nobody’, if he had half a mind and none of this dizziness making his helm spin. Mostly because he wasn’t even worth most peoples’ processing power.
But without the privilege of good sense and a throat that wasn’t aching with untapped emotions, Optimus simply shrugged and confessed, “I think it’s kind of obvious.” And clung a little tighter to that servo keeping him grounded.
He couldn’t tell what Megatron thought of that- whether it was disgust at the self pity or anger that a mech he apparently considered quite capable and intelligent would let such doubt overwhelm him. His optics kept shuddering, and in the dark, Optimus could barely tell which way was up without Megatron to hold him there.
But a rumble came from a powerful chest above him, rattling through his frame and filling him in a terrifying way for the possessiveness with which it spoke. He leaned into the palm at his cheek and basked in it, thoroughly surprised to find Megatron so doting for his unbecoming confession.
“If that is so obvious, why am I here? I, who wouldn’t waste my time on anything so ‘unworthy’?”
Megatron’s servo slid free to stroke languidly down Optimus’ middle. Seemingly fixated on the blades of his grille like the first time he’d taken him to berth.
And in a voice much deeper than Optimus was sure he’d ever heard it, lulled him into a quiet recharge with the softest confession of his own.
“Your worth isn’t measured by my infatuation, mind you. You are simply enough as you are, Optimus. You.... matter.”
Whether that was true or not, Optimus could hardly hope to deny so. It felt too good to hear it, but especially when it’d been Megatron to say it. Even if he sounded quite out of his depths.
He’d never know Megatron simply felt there were no words to convey the true importance of the brilliant little mech he’d stumbled across by dumb luck. This mech that deserved higher praise than one lowly lord could hope to give him.
——— ———— -
Optimus drifted in and out of recharge, offered plenty of fuel and warm words whispered in his audial between them. A few stabs at the foolishly fearless mech that had once challenged Megatron to a battle back on earth when he was so easily defeated by recharge, too. Optimus had just enough energy to sass back with talk of the pitiful space bridge debacle.
Having turned over to low prone at some point, it earned him a gentle caress along the place between his shoulders, and he was forced to hide his burning face in the hoards of blankets, willing the flutter in his spark to recede with the tension Megatron dutifully rubbed away there.
He’d deny up and down the way his engines purred at the generous touch. Soaking the foreign attention up quicker than he had the Energon.
Megatron’s affections were their own abundant source, apparently, and Optimus felt blessed to be their receiver. Finally allowing himself to give in and believe himself absolutely worthy of this explicit care. Humming and stretching when a particular spot was pushed into just so, turning him into little more than a puddle of mech.
“Roll over.” Megatron ordered, unwilling to entertain protests of any sort. So much so that he took the smaller bot by the hips and flipped him himself.
Optimus felt awash in the sensations of those battle worn hands against his chassis, undoing decades of stress. Pawing at him until his frame felt anew and free of ages of wear. Processor, too.
————— —————
He wasn’t surprised to see the ex warlord in remarkably better spirits when the illness had finally passed, and Optimus had returned to his now substantially more esteemed position. If only because Megatron knew he was taking care to get that precious recharge going forward- in Megatron’s berth, no less.
Optimus took the junky Energon treat the ‘Con shamelessly offered with all the grace of an overprivileged grunt receiving the special treatment of his high commander could. Bringing it over to sip happily from atop his perch on the throne’s armrest, finials flicking at an incensed Cyclonus marching by.
———- ——————-
This is disgustingly fluffy, I know, but I fought against the much worse fluff crimes I am capable of to spare you. And myself. I have to stop outing myself like this.
🤍Stranger, thank you, because this message was so amazing, and I want to give you something in return for allowing me to splurge and humiliate myself appropriately🤍 Being sick was worth it to scribble this thing out and just vent.
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mintchoccy · 3 years ago
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UNTITLED P.2
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shackled, blinded and silent.
I can't move my feet, even my arms. what the hell is happening to me? I only hear a girl, a goddess, who is playing with my body. she is currently playing with my dick. fuck, why I'm so powerless?
"oh, you're awake, let me take that off from you", a cooing voice of the goddess had just take off the blindfold in me.
"who the- J-Jihyo? WHAT'S HAPPENING? WHY AM I TIED? PLEASE UNCHAINED ME!" I pleaded. "oh baby, did you forget? denying the love from the goddess herself? trying to run away from me? HOW FOOLISH ARE YOU NOT ACCEPTING MY LOVE? you are mine baby, you are fully mine. AND I WILL KILL EVERYONE WHO WILL GO IN BETWEEN OUR RELATIONSHIP", Jihyo replied. I can see her face, the obsession, the lust, and the desire to own me, and my entire soul.
she then quickly proceed to straddle my harmless body, quickly smothering her clothed chest upon me, sniffing all over my scent.
"ohhhhhh~ how intoxicated you are. do you like what are you seeing, baby? or do you want a suckle in my melons?" she then unclip the scarf she's wearing, revealing her boobs.
"come on, lick upon them. I know you like it~", danggumit, she's really the death of me. afraid of the consequences, I first lick her cleavage and then latched my mouth to her left boob, causing her to moan in ecstasy. "Jesus Christ, you really love my juggers. don't forget the right side." I obliged as she started to hump on my cock slowly.
moaning, I feel her pussy slowly hitting my dick so close, and her clit is having tingling sensation all over my length. I don't know how to tell her that I'm cumming but I need to end this.
"J-Jihyo-yah, please fuck me, use me as your toy, and punish me for refusing your love. please, end this torment." Jihyo was only laughing on me, not taking care on my situation. "
she then slams herself on to my crotch, with my dick finally inside her.
"HOLY SHIT, YOUR COCK IS ALL INSIDE ME! SO WARM, SO EUPHORIC!" slamming me down from her, she assault me with her ass, as she kissed me in the lips. her whole dominance really blanketed my entire life, and she can't stop moaning in my lips.
she kept riding on my dick forcefully as she kept slamming her butt on me. every slap of her butt is getting my crotch hurt. her moans became harder and harder as she rides me faster and faster.
"ughhhhh~ if you only accept my love early, you didn't deserve this treatment. but because you reject me, this is the punishment. ohhhhh~ fuck meeee~", her moans gets deeper and deeper.
as she cums on me, I followed thru as I shot lasers of cum inside her.
afterwards, she climbed to my shoulder, my head to her chest, smelling the sweat of sex. "I love you baby, you can never run away from me, forever~"
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your-nerd-is-showing · 4 years ago
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JJK Boys Headcannons: Losing their Virginity!
Featuring:
Yuji
Megumi
Warning: Losing virginity,
So these ended up being much longer than I planned I'm splitting them up into two or possibly three separate posts! So stay tuned if you like the Yuji and Megumi headcannons!!!
~Yuji~
Credit to Artist
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~ One day a few weeks ago you and Yuji were making out things got pretty hot. Ever since then Yuji has wanted to do more with you.
~ He’s constantly been dropping not so subtle hints.
~ “(Y/N).” He starts as he places his hand on your thigh. “Do you wanna go back to my place and have some fun?” He tries to be innocent but his eyes are filled with lust.
~ “Babe I can’t stop thinking about that hot make out session we had (Y/N) I wanna do more.”
~ Can you say pussy whipped before he even gets your pussy!
~ He needs a lot of praise and reassurance!
~ This adorable needy boy is just craving your touch. (He's a sweet innocent little cinnamon bun that you just want to eat up)
~ Acts all cool and macho until its time to actually get down to it.
~ Now he is a trembling mess because he has no idea what to do.
~ Kissing? Maybe he should start there.
~ Yuji sloppily kisses you nervous as fuck because he is so worried about being bad his first time or what if he cums within 2.5 seconds. (He is freaking the fuck out inside)
~ His needy hands grab at your ass as he is kissing you.
~ No he wants to grab your waist! No your ass! He can’t figure out where he wants his hands to go.
~ You notice he is a total mess and ask him if he wants you to take control.
~ Now he is freaking out even more because he thinks that you think he is doing a bad job.
~ You reassure him that everything is fine you want take the lead and help him because you want both of your first time to be good.
~ You tell him exactly what to do.
~ “Kiss me while you’re unbuttoning my shirt.”
~ Yuji does so, next you guide his hands down to unzip your skirt.
~ He gets a little too excited getting ahead of himself and accidentally bites your lip a little too hard while he is kissing you.
~ He gets upset because he drew blood.
~ You reassure Yuji that it is ok by pushing him down and kissing is neck while you take off his shirt.
~ After a very long grabby make out session it’s time to explore each other.
~ “I uh I want to take off your bra (Y/N).” Yuji gives you a cute but shy smile.
~ So you turn around for him to do so and he just stares at it like it’s Fort Knox.
~ You reach your hand around and point out the hooks and that he as to undo them. “You have to unhook it.”
~ After five minutes success! he finally gets your bra off.
~ Yuji's jaw almost falls off as he looks at you naked…. It’s like he is seeing you for the first time all over again.
~ He continues to stare captivated by your beautiful jiggly breasts he reaches his hands out to play with them.
~ “Soooooo soft and squishy!” Yuji says with amazement as he pushes his face into them letting out a cute sigh.
~ You can’t help but giggle at how cute he is acting right now.
~ After getting lost in your amazing boobs he finally comes back and kisses you.
~ “Now what?” He asks his nervousness completely gone now..
~ You smirk at him and lay down. “Take off my panties sweetie.”
~ He looks at you all excited. “R-really!? I can take them off!?”
~ Yuji eagerly takes off your panties gazing at your pussy like it holds the answer to everything. (For him it probably does actually)
~ Finally he reaches out his hand running it over your slit making some juices leak onto his palm earning a sweet moan from your lips.
~ He looks at the gooey mess left and licks it off. “You taste pretty good.” He will give you a cute smile as he says that.
~ “Can I try something?” He asks you as he pushes his palm against your wetness again then licking off your juices.
~ You let out a louder moan as you nod your head yes.
~ Yuji gets all happy and lays on his belly scootching himself closer to your pussy.
~ He spreads your lips and lightly licks your clit making you shudder as you feel his warm breath then his tongue flicking it ever so lightly.
~ He catches on and encircles his mouth around your clit sucking on it as he gently pushes a finger inside you.
~ You have to catch your breath from the sudden surprise as he pumps his finger in and out of you while he continues to lick your clit.
~ “Oh Yujiiiii!” You moan out as you grab his soft hair. “Ju-justtttt like that!” You moan praising him.
~ He finally decides to come up his face completely soaked from your juices he gives you the cheesiest smile like he just won the lottery. (Well I guess he did in a way)
~ You look down and notice his pants are soaked from all the pre-cum so you take them off and gently stroke his throbbing cock.
~ “Be ca-careful.” Yuji wines out. “I don’t want to cu-cum to-too soon.”
~ “Okay so do you want to-to d-do it-it then?” You ask shyly.
~ He nods his head so you grab the condom and put it on him. (No babies for you yet)
~ “Do you want me on top or do you want to be on top?” You ask him.
~ “I want you to be on top you seem to have a better handle on this than I do.” He says sweetly.
~ “Okay lay down.”
~ He does so and you straddle his waist.
~ You position yourself and take a deep breath as he enters you.
~ Both of you moaning loudly as he fits in.
~ Slowly you start to rock your hips.
~ Yuji on the other hand is completely lost and his movements are very sporadic.
~ “Okay babe.” You start. “Every time I rock my hips forward you thrust into me.”
~ He listens and finally gets a motion going.
~ “Oh (Y/N)!” He moans out. “Th-this feels soooooo soooooo soooooo amazinggggggg!” He has a huge smile plastered to his face as he grabs your boobs and plays with them.
~ “Yessssss it is Yujiiiiiiiii! You’re do-do-doing soooooooo goooooooood!” You moan out.
~ Yuji loves hearing you praise him, it turns him on so much making him thrust into you faster.
~ He knows he isn’t going to last much longer between those sweet praises coming from you and the way your tight pussy just sucks his cock in he’s slowly losing it.
~ “Yujiiiiiii oh my God! I’m gonna cummmmm!” You moan out as you orgasm.
~ That does it for Yuji feeling your pussy tighten around his cock.
~ “(Y/N) I'm-I'm c-cu-cum-cumminggggggg!” He moans out as a explodes.
~ You lean down and kiss him passionately to know he has done an amazing job. Followed by more praises. “Yuji baby you did an amazing job for your first time!” You kiss him again.
~ You get off of him, take the condom off tossing it away.
~ You snuggle each other soon falling asleep.
~Megumi~
Artist Credit to @tyoukeikotu on Tumblr
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~ You and Megumi have been dating for a while now your first year anniversary is coming up.
~ You have both talked about having sex among other things many times.
~ The two of you have done some stuff already. (like you’ve given him hand jobs and he has fingered you)
~ Megumi wants the first time to be really romantic and special so he picks your one year anniversary.
~ You're hoping this will happen so you wear a beautiful dress with extra sexy underwear for the occasion.
~ “(Y/N) you look absolutely beautiful tonight.” He says as he pulls you in for a kiss.
~ Megumi home cooks an amazing dinner really, really romantic with candlelight.
~ You finish dinner and help clean up.
~ You lay down on the bed and he puts a movie on, a romantic comedy. (Something you’ve both seen a thousand times because let’s face it you won’t be paying much attention to it)
~ He lays next to you on the bed pulling you in close.
~ You rest your head close to is neck and gently place your hand at Megumi's waistband.
~ He gently grabs your butt, making you look up at him and kiss him.
~ Megumi always acts all calm and cool but inside his heart is always racing when you touch him.
~ You bring your hand to his face wrapping it around his neck as you pull him in closer deepening the kiss.
~ Before you know it you’re straddling him, feeling his member become hard between your legs you gently buck your hips. (You want to subtly but not so subtly give him a hint)
~ He catches on instantly he still keeps his calm but inside he is becoming more nervous by the second.
~ Tonight it’s all about your pleasure.
~ He unzips your dress and rolls over so he is on top.
~ Megumi takes off your dress staring on in wonder at the sexy lingerie you’re wearing for him. “(Y/N) did you wear that just for me?”
~ He leans in and kisses you again as you unbutton and take off his shirt.
~ He breaks the kiss to look at you in all your glory.
~ He reaches out gently groping your breast as he kisses your neck making you moan.
~ He honesty has no clue what he is doing and he is panicking but as long as you like it he will keep calm on the outside.
~ He slowly kisses down your neck and between your breasts.
~ Slowly he moves his hands and unhooks your bra with ease slipping it off of you.
~ He pulls back to gaze as your breasts, he smiles as he reaches his hand out once again rolling your nipple between his fingers, making you moan louder.
~ He’s getting more and more turned on as you make those sweet lewd noises gaining more confidence.
~ He kisses you deeply as his other hand travels down into your panties he slowly inserts a finger in your soaking core, making you moan some more.
~ You're in such a trance being touched like this every bit of your body is tingeling. “Ohhhhhh!” Is all you can manage to moan out as he gently pushes in another finger.
~ He pulls his fingers out and licks them before taking off your panties.
~ He kisses you one last time before going down on you.
~ Megumi spreads your lips open gently licking your clit as he pushes a couple of fingers inside you again.
~ “Ohhhhh Megumiiiii!” Your body bucks wildly as you run your fingers through his soft raven hair.
~ He gets a little lost in eating you out and makes you squirt taking him by surprise.
~ He licks up your juices continuing to pleasure you as he pumps his fingers in and out of you.
~ “M-Me-Megumi I'm gonna cummmmm!” You wine out as you cum all over his fingers.
~ He comes up and wipes his face off before kissing you again.
~ “Well I liked that a lot more than I thought I would.” He says. (That was his first time ever going down on you)
~ “Me-Megumi…. I want to give you pleasure too.” You say shyly.
~ He turns bright red almost losing his cool when you say that.
~ “Uhhhh you-you want to pleasure me-me?” He gets really flustered.
~ You reach your hand down and unbutton Megumi's pants gently stroking his member outside his boxers making pre-cum leak through.
~ He whimpers at your touch. “(Y-Y/N-N).” He quietly moans out.
~ “Yes I do baby.” You whisper into his neck sending shivers down his spine. “Why don’t you lay back.”
~ He does so and you pull down his boxers taking his member in your soft hands.
~ You run your hands along his smooth shaft making him tremble at your touch.
~ “Ugnh.” He groans out.
~ You lower yourself to his tip licking the pre-cum off.
~ Megumi almost loses it when you encircle your mouth around his throbbing cock. “(Y-Y/N-N) that feels so-so good.” He quietly moans out.
~ He gently grabs your hair as your head bobs up and down watching on in amazement.
~ He has to be careful he doesn’t want to cum too soon so he pulls you off after a few minutes.
~ He grabs a condom and lays you down before putting it on.
~ Megumi takes a deep breath in as he positions himself between your legs.
~ “Are you ready my love?” He asks.
~ “Yes I am Megumi.” You smile at him.
~ He leans in to kiss you as he slips in, both of you moaning out loudly.
~ He slowly starts to thrust his hips.
~ Megumi already knows he won’t last too long the tightness of your pussy is just ruining him.
~ So he picks up the pace thrusting into you deeper.
~ Between hearing your sweet lewd moans and the wetness of your pussy every time he snaps his hips into you, God he can’t take it too much longer.
~ He bites his lip trying to hold on as long as possible, he wants to make sure you have an orgasm too.
~ “Me-gu-mi.” You moan out softly as he goes deeper you grab onto his muscular back. “I-I’m go-going to-to cummmmmm!”
~ Game over he feels your pussy tighten around him and he loses it, thrusting in deeper wining out he cums.
~ You smile at each other as you lean in to kiss him deeply.
~ He pulls out and takes the condom off to throw it away.
~ Turning his attention back to you Megumi can’t stop kissing you. “(Y/N) I love you so much.” He kisses you again.
~ “Megumi really you l-love me?” You can’t stop smiling. (This is the first time he said he loved you…. What a time huh?)
~ He smiles back. “Yes I do (Y/N).”
~ “I love you too Megumi.”
~ He pulls you in close, you lay on top of him falling into a deep blissful sleep.
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