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kairiscorner · 10 months

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yk what, im tired of seeing reader being the one protected, so what about this: reader that sees o'hara severely injured on a mission they are together, and going nuts on the one that hurt him? like even Miguel is surprised cause he never saw reader as mad and bloodlust-y as now, but when its over, the reader goes over him and treats him gently, kinda panicking over the fact that hes hurt.

i feel like Miguelito has such a heavy weight on his back about protecting everything around him and keeping the universe under control, he deserves someone to protect him and have his back 🥺🥺

OH MY GOD you have enlightened me. i fucking need this too now. i hope you like this <:))

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

let me save you. — miguel o'hara x reader

summary: carrying the whole multiverse on his back, having everyone fall back on him... but who's got his back when he's got everyone else's? pairing: miguel o'hara x gn!spider person!reader genre: fluff, comfort, and some angst word count: 1,244

content warnings! depictions of gore, blood, bleeding and wounds. please do not read any further if you are uncomfortable with these topics ^^

heaving, erratic breathing was heard coming out from you as you tried to process that miguel had been slammed into the ground by the anomaly. he had been slammed into the ground, and he's not getting up. his suit's glitching out, slightly dissipating as he coughs up some blood–lyla shows up to try and salvage his suit, get him back in action, but he's not getting up.

miguel always got back up every time he was forced to the ground by the enemy; he never let defeat get to him. it always used to be you who would get slammed into the ground, through some wall, or flung across a whole block–and miguel always saved you, he never... needed saving. never, that was, until tonight–as the anomaly continued to wreak more havoc, thinking they gained the upper hand, they felt a blunt object strike them in the back.

you threw a whole car at them after webbing it up and chucking it at tem in pure, unadulterated rage. you were... so pissed off–you had a fire burning in your eyes and a throbbing in your chest, it was such a heavy, painful throbbing that you couldn't shake off. some part of you told yourself that, until this anomaly is beaten and unconscious–until it was struggling to breathe, bloodied and unable to stand like how they made miguel... how they made miguel hanging on to his consciousness–and probably, his life right now–after they ruthlessly threw him to the ground with a loud bang following the impact.

your eyes were bloodshot from the tears you weren't aware you were shedding, the salty taste of them enveloping your tongue as you decided to end this, once and for all, for miguel... for the man you loved and couldn't bear saying goodbye to. you tried taking down the villain a peg, going after their legs and beating them down the minute they were on their knees and wounded. they cried out in pain as you delivered non-stop punches, kicks, and other blows to their body–inflicting all your rage upon them through marks and wounds on their face that could never, ever amount to the pain and anger you felt when you witnessed miguel get thrown down by the villain, to the point that he's hanging on to life right now and probably fading in and out of consciousness.

you couldn't even hear the sound of you huffing and puffing, even growling and screaming in rage as the sounds of you completely obliterating the anomaly's face in distracted you as you kept thinking, 'when can you just stand down and get knocked out?' the anomaly began to glitch, worsening the pain they experienced from your endless barrage of blows upon them. this evoked no mercy out of you as all you could think was, 'you get what you deserve, you monster, you freak!'

a weak voice rang out from your watch and pleaded–not commanded, but pleaded–you to end this madness. "please... we need that... villain... alive. people... people here are gonna die..." the strained voice begged of you as they coughed on the other end; it was miguel's voice, his tired, pained voice begging you with all the strength he had left to plead with you not to murder the anomaly. he coughed again and wheezed, shuddering as he exhaled, feeling so, so cold. "please... you can't... can't have your way with them... it's not... worth it..." he whispered as his strength was fading away from his voice, from his body as the call ended, and you could only beg for his voice to come back on the call, to hear him, hope he was okay.

you bit your lower lip as you tried to fight the urge to sniffle and weep, your tears beating your mind's demands as tears escaped your eyes. you didn't have time to wipe them away, miguel was fighting his own battle with death looming over his head the longer his injuries go untended. you throw a final punch to the villain, one with all your raw emotions packed in that punch–and you webbed that villain up, calling for back up to come and pick them up. as you had hoped, they were now unconscious, but nowhere near as close to death as miguel was. you rushed over to miguel as soon as a support team was coming over to clean the mess up and send the anomaly home, but you couldn't focus on anything or anyone else right now but him–miguel.

you ran over to him and skidded to his side, scraping your knees in the process, but disregarding the pain as you gently took his hand in yours, watching him breathe heavily. "miguel? mig? mig, baby, look at me..." you whispered to him as you placed your other hand on his cheek, feelings his shallow breathing as his tired, half-lidded eyes stare into your own tear-stained and puffy ones. you remove your mask and let the tears fall, placing both hands on his face and trying to match his breathing, you hoped against a hope that the support team would get here soon and help you cart miguel away to get some treatment for his wounds and have him recover quickly.

miguel ran a hand through your hair all weakly and sighed. "you... were phenomenal..." he murmured as he dropped his hand to the side out of exhaustion. "i've never... never thought i'd be the one... needing saving." he said with a low, forced chuckle, which fizzled out as it became a wheezing cough. you placed your hand on his chest and shushed him, calming him down. "mig..." you muttered his name as you laid your head on his chest, hearing his faint heartbeat grow steady, and in relief, you kissed the spot on his chest where his heart was slowly beating, hoping it'd beat a little faster, keep helping him live. "i can't lose you... i'll never, ever give up on you..." you promised him as miguel placed his hand on your head and began to lightly tear up himself. "and neither... neither will i." he swore as you sobbed a little louder into his chest, finally letting the fact you could've lost him if you didn't call for help any sooner finally sinking in.

you couldn't afford to lose him, you could never afford to kiss him goodbye, or to have him leave you without another word or touch from him. you can never stand the thought of being alone, much less without his stern, serious ass bothering you over something trivial or consistently reminding you to take care of yourself, to keep yourself on your toes, to be... nicer to yourself–because you're the only person he's truly come to care about; and that's him for you, too. he completes you, and you complete him–to lose one another... would be like the death of you both. from here on out, you both have made oaths to one another that you swear on your hearts: to protect and defend each other, and to hang on for the other as long as you can, not to waste a single breath, and to breathe it... knowing the other will do any and everything to keep you alive, to be with you longer than infinity spans, and to be yours until the multiverse gives out and collapses in on itself... to be each other's and in each other's arms until the end of everything.

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @binibinileonara @hisachuu @wreakingmarveloushavok @fictarian @yuridopted0 @simsrandomstuff @luvstarrstruck @popeheywardssecretgf @meeom @arachnoia @melovetitties @fable-library @ophanimgold

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mikalame · 10 months

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HI MAMAAA💕💕💕

can u maybe write some birthday head w bill or tom?! (maybe both👀)

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE WITH A CHERRY ON TOPP!!!!!!

NPPPP POOKIEEE sorry i haven't been writing lately lol and im sorry if you meant head canon and dont smut i can do fluff if yall want tho

taglist:@oppopotamus@saumspam@violentnewmarley@adissonsss

Bill

Going down on him whiles he in and out of sleep his hip would probs wake him up as he keep thrusting into your mouth.

When he does wake up, hes gonna be really senstive, whiney and that sorta stuff gripping onto your hair making you go further

when it comes to actully having sex he gonna be really lovey dovey you whispering happy birthdays and him saying i love you's

evrything about sex would be really soft and lovey, you would be doing most the work tho (he LOVES seeing you on top)

you leave dark hickeys all over his neck and collar bone, he leaves little love bites on your aswell, you would drag your nails on his skin softy writing happy b-day on his chest.

after wards when he blows out the birthday candles with tom you give him as many kisses hes turing like if he turing 19 your giving him 19 kisses yk

You two baking a shit ton of things that take a couple weeks to eat through all of it and your giving the majority of it to the rest of the band .

getting him a bouqe of all him favourite flowers and him just ADORING them he makes sure their all presteen and well loved.

Going out for dinner and you paying because he usally pays and you just wanted him to relax (plus you were planning this for ages)

Tom

Instead of you waking up him up with sex he waking yo up with sex its like 5 in the morning and you wake up with a sweating tom behind you going ham saying 'my first birthday present'

kinda just wants you to let him have control but you would be having sex everywhere round the house (kitchen, bathroom,.... BALCONY)

Would leave deep hickeys on you but wouldn't be a big fan to have them on himself he would say stuff like 'everyone needs to see how good my first present was'

when hes a bit spent and tired but still kinda horny he like if you would just cock warm him and sit and watch tv, would thrust up every now and again

would have you suck him off pretty regularly through out the day but when he need a little rest hell just spend it in between your legs

You two would try and bake but it would just end to sit you would end up sitting on the couch eating uncooked cookie dough

when the rest off the gang is there you guys would do a big movie marathon and would stay up till god knows what time watching, eating and just mucking around

i think toms not a big fan of going out to dinner cause of fans so you guys are ordering him fav thing and eating at home doing cute little couple stuff

for his present you would get him something that he really wants but each time through out the year you say you would buy it for he says no so when you do give it his eye light up and he starts saying big thanks and all that

i feel like he'd would like to decorate his own cake so your buying a bland cake and buying icing and you two are trying to make it look super professional at the start then messing around at the end not trying to hard

hope you all enjoyy

#tokio hotel #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz imagines #gustav schäfer #georg listing

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micromoon · 2 years

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Breaking point

Pairing: Steven Grant x afab!reader (mentions of Jake Lockley x fem!reader and Marc Spector x fem!reader)

Rating: 18+ (minors, DNI!)

Warnings: established relationship, you know about all the moonboys and they know about each other as well, female masturbation, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), creampie, a hint of degradation, jealousy, power imbalance, Steven being a little mean and a cocky and jealous ass(is that considered a warning?), possessiveness, have I mentioned?; jealousy, deep throating, face fucking, spanking, a tiny little bit of double penetration, a tiny hint of humiliation kink?, a teensy tiny bit of angst

Summary: Steven is sick and tired of always being seen as the weakling of the moonboys, being pushed around by everyone around him. He is pent up and wants to let loose and just for once, he doesn't care about the consequences.

Disclaimer: I do not have DID, so if my depiction of it is wrong, please let me know! This is my first time writing after almost three years and im not a native speaker either, so please have mercy on my poor soul

Word count: approax 7k

It's been weeks since you actually got some time with Steven. Since you worked from home, you always had the opportunity to see all of them equally and even though Jake came out rarely, nowadays it's Steven you're missing to see. Whenever he comes back from work, Marc is fronting, telling you how Steven was too tired and just needed his time. You always respected it when the boys needed their space, but after almost three weeks you began to miss him more and more.

Of course, Jake and Marc did everything to distract you, in more than just one way, loving you, holding you, fucking you. Fucking you well. And often. It seemed to blow off the steam you had inside of you, the desire and yearning you felt for Steven, your eyes wandering to the mirror more than often, asking yourself if Steven was watching right now and if he enjoyed it.

You had no idea that he indeed watched. With a clenched jaw, his gaze hard and stoic, no emotion seen in his usually soft features. You writhed and squirmed so beautifully whenever one of them took care of you, your body flushed with lust and your eyes hazy with tears. They just seemed to always hit the spot, which Steven was able to as well, but he did it so lovingly that it never made you cry from pleasure. It made you shudder and shiver, made you smile and sigh, but not downright scream or moan, just how you did whenever you were with Marc or Jake.

And that made him jealous. More than he actually wanted to admit – because how did that sound? He was jealous of his alters, those who looked just like him but weren't him, in so many ways. It sounded stupid to him. Why didn't he just do what they did to you?

Because that wasn't him. Steven didn't have any anger boiling in his chest, nothing he had to release, it was always the same.

But since Donna decided to get to an even higher level of bitchiness, he knew it wouldn't take long for him to absolutely explode. It seemed like she just went to work to nag at him and boss him around, which he tolerated for way too long. The constant mocking of Donna paired with the jealousy of his alters finally got to a point he wasn't able to ignore anymore and so he decided, that it was time to finally blow off some steam.

“Would you, for once, do your god damn job, Steven? Stand by the shop and just shut up, no one wants to hear about your nonsense ramblings of the seven Ennead.”

Donna's annoyed voice reverberated inside of Steven's head, her voice reminding him of long nails dragging along a chalkboard – the noise absolutely hideous, ringing in his ears. He gulped. He could feel his blood pressure rising, just like it did all those days before, white noise slowly forming in his head, successfully drowning out Donna for a few seconds. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

“Nine, Donna. They are nine.”, he pressed through gritted teeth, sighing exasperated as he just shook his head at her ignorant behaviour. She huffed, chewing on her gum obnoxiously, “Seven, nine, whatever. I don't give a shit. What I give a shit about is how many of those sweets you'll sell, so get to fucking work or I'll make you do inventory again.” And with those words she disappeared from Stevens sight, making him roll his eyes as he lightly leaned back and took a deep breath.

“Just three more hours..”, he muttered to himself, gripping the little package of sweets so hard that it actually ripped. His eyebrows furrowed, visibly displeased with himself as he crouched down and collected the sweets, catching a glimpse of his own reflection, Marc staring back at him.

“You look pissed”, he hummed, amusement dancing in his eyes as Steven glared at him, “Oh yeah, I actually am pissed, Marc. Do you want a price for figuring that out?”, he asked him back, his voice snappy which caused Marc to chuckle darkly.

“Damn, you really need to get your dick wet again. I can see the tension in your shoulders”, Marc commented, making Steven roll his eyes once again, but at Marc's next words, he stilled.

“Y/N misses you too, you know.”

Steven looked right back into the mirror, something changing in his eyes as soon as Marc mentioned you. There was desire, lust, but first and foremost – yearning. He yearned for you, so insanely much, but formerly, he felt so ashamed that he wasn't able to make you squirt or cum the way Marc or Jake were able to.

But that was over. Today he knew he was able to make you scream his name, only his, and not Marcs or Jakes. He was sure that tonight, he'd make you forget about both of them, only him occupying your mind and body.

“I do too. Tonight you won't be fronting and neither will Jake. No discussion about that.”, he said sternly, before standing up again and throwing the sweets into the trash, giving Marc no chance to answer and finally getting to concentrate on the task at hand: work.

While Steven was at work, you already finished yours. You cleaned the apartment, doing it all in one of Steven's shirts. You laid down on the couch, Steven's scent filling up your nostrils, causing you to lightly press your thighs against each other.

God, you missed Steven's tender and soft touch. You missed the way he caressed you, made love to you. He was different from Marc and Jake, that was obvious from the start, but that was exactly why you loved him. Even though you always had a feeling that he was holding something back, hiding something from you that he didn't want you to see. Whenever the two of you made love and he grabbed you a bit too harsh, he apologized as if he broke his aunts favourite porcelain, which always caused you to blink in wonder.

Was he afraid he could hurt you? Didn't he see how rough the other two were with you and how much you were able to take? Or did he not trust you enough for that?

You didn't know. But god, you wanted him so bad. You wanted him to lose his temper just once, so he was able to release all his stress at once. The thought of Steven getting dominant with you, manhandling you and pushing you into the positions he wanted caused your pussy to throb in need.

You took a deep breath, before putting your middle finger into your mouth to lightly suckle on it, pressing your thighs a bit harder together, to get even the slightest bit of friction to your clit.

When you deemed your finger wet enough, you pushed your hand underneath your panties, spreading your legs widely as you slowly started to circle your clit, imagining Steven's voice and touch. Slowly you started to move your hips against your hand, your fingers slipping between your wet folds as you circled your entrance once, collecting some of your arousal to spread it all over your pussy.

“Fuck”, you moaned, rolling your hips more and more, your other hand sneaking underneath Steven's shirt to play with your nipples and when you noticed that it got too hot, you took the shirt off and mindlessly threw it away.

You knew it didn't take long for you to cum, always having been rather sensitive, especially when it comes to your clit and just when you thought you could come, there was this noise.

Usually, you'd just continue, but not when you heard that sound. It was the familiar bell sound you set as the messaging sound for your boys. So you took your hand out of your panties, grabbing your phone and unlocking it.

Your heart almost skipped a beat when you saw who exactly send you a message, a giddy feeling spreading in your tummy, something that made your pussy throb even more than your fingers did just now.

“I can't wait to see you tonight, my dear. - S”

The smile that spread all over your face was out of this world and you immediately sat up, forgetting about the orgasm you almost had and just focusing on the message.

“Me neither, Steven. Please come home quickly.”, you sent back, quickly standing up and hopping underneath the shower. If you were desperate for his touch, you were absolutely certain that he was dying for yours. So without thinking twice, you made yourself ready, putting on the body lotion you knew Steven loved and a plain shirt – knowing that he was the type to prefer you absolutely naked.

But in your rush and excitement, you actually didn't notice how you didn't grab Steven's, but Marc's shirt.

Of course. Just when Steven's shift ended, it had to rain. But not the soft rain, no, it was pouring, wetting him to the bones and making his clothes cling to him uncomfortably. Quickly he hurried to the apartment complex, adamant to get inside fast.

“For fucks sake”, he growled underneath his breath, shaking his head right before stepping into the entrance hall. It was so quiet that it was audible how much he was dripping, the floor underneath him getting slippery and squeaky.

Steven opened the door to your shared apartment. Firstly, it was just his, but after a few months of dating you decided that living together would be a good thing. Especially as you wanted to get to know all of his alters individually, in a space where all of them felt safe enough to talk and be the way they really were.

You heard the door open, your body immediately moving as you walked towards the living room, where he just came in.

“Hey Steven!”, you smiled all happily, about to run to him, but you stopped yourself when you took a better look at him.

And immediately you noticed how something was off. He didn't greet you with the usual chirpy voice of his – very much the opposite, he just stared at you. In disbelief almost. Your eyebrows raised as you looked him up and down. Something about him looked different too. His whole demeanor was not how you were used to it, he stood differently, his back straight and his eyes harsh on your face.

No, not your face. He looked at your body.

A little insecurely you looked down at yourself, fearing that you had a disgusting spot on it from snacking, but when you noticed that there was nothing, you looked back up at him. You tilted your head to the side, stepping a little closer to him reluctantly. Was that even Steven? He didn't look like Steven, nor did he ooze the aura Steven usually had.

“Marc?”, you asked, your voice a little meek as you didn't know what to do out of his reaction – or well, the lack of it.

“Maybe Marc's who you wanted and expected, but no, it is indeed me, Steven.”, he clarified, his British accent thicker than usually, his hair dripping from the rain outside. His words kind of stung in your heart. Why did he say that? You never favored any of the boys over the other, you loved all three of them equally.

“Why would you say that?”, you asked him now, your voice a little thinner than usually and he just huffed a bit, taking off his bag and running a hand through his soaked hair. He looked at you as if it was obvious why he said it, something almost mocking glimmering in his eyes. He took his jacket off and hung it in the bathroom, before coming back to you, his shirt clinging to his toned torso, making him look deliciously buff.

You hated how your pussy clenched at the thought of his soft skin underneath your palms. You were just getting lost in the thought of his hands on your body as he suddenly cut you off with his voice, the question you asked just moments ago almost forgotten.

“Why are you wearing his shirt then?”

The question hit you like a brick. Slowly you looked down at yourself and realized that he was indeed right – you wore one of Marc's favorite shirts.

Not that it was a very big kind of deal, but you noticed already that he always somehow ushered you to wear his clothes when he was fronting.

Was that an ego thing?

You didn't know, but the way Steven got so possessive, no, downright pissed already, because of you wearing Marc's shirt sent shivers down your spine.

To say that you were a brat was an understatement – you had a lot of fun teasing Marc and Jake, only with Steven you never were able to bring yourself to do it, as he was always so sweet and gentle with you.

But this Steven? He was different. And so your inner brat was sparked.

“I just took the first I saw”, you tried to defend yourself, a tiny pout on your lips, trying to make yourself look more alluring and innocent to him, as much as it was possible.

Usually your big puppy eyes always made Steven cave in, but not this time. He looked at you as if your little attempt on calming his nerves didn't even touch him. Slowly he walked up to you, his gaze piercing through you almost as he raised his hand.

The way he looked at you, his whole form still wet from the rain and his aura so dark and intimidating – it made the air around the two of you thicken, the tension rising more and more, leaving you absolutely speechless. Your heart stopped beating for a moment, you were so insanely curious what he'd do next, there was nothing you could expect from him right now as he wasn't how he usually was.

But you were ever so sure that he'd caress your cheek now, saying that he'd understand and that it was a stupid thing of him to get so mad over, but no.

You couldn't be further from the truth.

Because Steven's other hand raised as well, grabbing right into your collar to rip the shirt that you were wearing to pieces.

A loud gasp left your mouth, your eyes almost widening comically as you looked down at yourself, stripped absolutely bare as the little pieces of fabrics fell on the floor, leaving you in your panties only, as you never wore a bra at home.

The sound that left Steven's mouth was amused, the corners of his mouth twitching up as he watched his little artwork.

“'Atta girl, that I like better”, he'd smirk, his eyes meeting yours as his own glistened cheekily. You were still absolutely shocked by the display of sheer power and dominance, standing there like a little deer caught in headlights.

It made Steven chuckle, the sound deep and raspy, making goosebumps rise all over your skin.

And even though you thought this was insanely hot from him, one wasn't as turned on as you.

“What the fuck Steven?! That was one of my favorite shirts!”, Marc protested loudly, his face being seen in the mirror that stood in the living room.

Suddenly, the amused look of Steven vanished within seconds, Marcs appearance annoying him immediately. Steven's eyes met Marcs and with a light huff, he rolled his eyes.

“Grow up, mate.”, he told him, “It's just a shirt. Now get out of my face.”, he demanded, grabbing his rubiks cube and shamelessly throwing it against the mirror, making it shatter and fall onto the floor.

You watched all of this shocked, but you didn't dare turn around to the mirror. You were sure that if you did, you'd anger Steven even more. And something told you that you didn't want to anger him that much.

Finally, he looked back at you, his eyes immediately changing as they were filled with lust. He only needed to look at your bare body, so vulnerable right in front of him. It was enough to get him going, his cock already starting to get hard.

“Get on the bed, love.”

He didn't need to tell you twice, within the blink of an eye you were on your shared bed, your panties already clinging to your core.

When he followed you, you expected him to join you on the bed, lay you down and eat you out, because this was what he always did. He always cared for your pleasure first, made you come multiple times before even thinking of taking something from you.

So without even thinking twice, you made yourself comfortable, laying down with your head on your pillows and your legs spread. But when Steven entered the room and saw the way you lied there, he couldn't help but chuckle.

“If that's an invitation, I must decline.”, he told you matter off factly, as he slowly took his watch off, not even sparing another glance in your direction. His response to your vulnerable position shocked you, but what shocked you more was the electric feeling that was sent to your pussy as soon as he downright refused you.

It sparked something in you, wanting him to want you even more than before. You squeezed your legs together, a small whimper leaving your mouth as you leaned forward and closer to the edge of the bed, closer to him.

“Steven, please”, you tried with the sweetest voice you could muster, but Steven didn't even react. At least not the way you wanted to.

He looked at you, his expression still as amused ever as he lightly tilted his head to the side.

“The headspace of us three has some benefits, did ya' know that, love?”, he suddenly started to explain, as he walked towards the bed, taking long and slow steps.

“For example the thing that we're able to hear whatever our alter is hearing if we're close enough to fronting.”, he continued, his eyes raking over your form, his gaze stopping at your lips for a moment, before he looked right into your eyes.

Finally he raised his hand and put it on your cheek, gently caressing your bottom lip with his thumb, as he looked at you almost apologetically.

“So all your begging that you do to Marc and Jake is nothing new to me”, he told you as he was talking to a little pet that he had to teach wasn't able to get what it wanted by just looking cute.

His words left you speechless. Begging was something that made Marc and even Jake cave in eventually. If that wasn't working with Steven, what to do now?

“But-”, you wanted to protest already, but he shook his head, immediately shutting you up without even having to say a word. What was it about this cocky Steven that made you speechless without any effort?

Maybe it was because whenever you talked back to Jake or Marc, both of them reacted the same – loud, explosive almost. Their punishment was immediate, they even announced it beforehand. But you had a feeling that Steven wasn't that way. His anger was quiet and seething, he was one to strike when you least expected it.

And you had no idea if you were able to handle that today, after being apart from Steven for so long.

“Today you'll be a good girl for me”, he suddenly started, his thumb slowly pressing down on your bottom lip so you'd open your mouth. He forced his thumb inside of you, his eyes darkening immediately as he felt the warmth of your mouth.

“Because if you won't, you'll regret it heavily.”, he said, his words almost cutting through the thick air that was collecting in the whole room. The tension was unbearable and it made you melt, made you putty right in his hands even though he didn't even touch you properly.

“Okay Steven”, you breathed out, your lips curling around his thumb as you gently began to suck on it, causing him to smirk.

“Oh no, you shouldn't waste your stamina on my thumb”, he told you, before slipping it even deeper into your mouth to make you gag, the cheekiest grin on his lips. It made your eyes water, but not only because of him pushing his thumb so far down your throat, no. It was because he was belittling you so much too.

“Get on your knees”, he suddenly instructed you and without thinking twice, you slipped from the bed and right between his legs, attempting to open his pants and yank them down immediately, but Steven stopped you just when you wanted to pull them down. “Easy there, tigress. I told you to get on your knees and nothing more. Didn't I tell you, you should be a good girl today?”, he asked you as he looked down at you. The position made who was in charge here painfully clear and so you gulped lightly, your hands on your lap now as you nodded.

“Sorry”, you hummed quietly, but Steven had nothing of that. He grabbed your jaw and made you look up at him again, his eyes sharp.

“Proper sentences, love. Might as well use them for as long as you can.”, he said, the grin on his lips more then audible. His dark promise made you gulp once again and your pussy throb, your eyes focused on his, as you opened your mouth:

“I am sorry, Steven. That won't happen again.”

He nodded at your words, before letting go of your jaw as his eyes were still on you.

“Now get my cock out and get it nice and wet, yeah?”

You didn't need to hear that twice as you straightened your back and opened his pants, reaching right into his underwear to pull his cock out. You almost moaned at the sight of it, your mouth salivating as you put it into your mouth.

Steven's reaction was immediate, there was a loud sigh leaving his mouth as he lightly bit down on his lip.

“God fuckin' finally, 's been too long love”, he muttered darkly, his eyes focused on you as you licked over his tip, your hands working on the rest of his cock.

You did your best to please him, stroking him the way you knew he loved it and sucking right underneath the tip of his cock – knowing that it would drive him insane. You were so sure he was far gone already, his head tossed back and his adam's apple bobbing up and down all quickly.

But when you looked up, you were only met with his dark and lust-filled eyes, you were genuinely surprised. You thought he was already losing himself, but no he hasn't even budged a little bit. But that didn't dampen your spirits, quite the opposite, you instantly sat up a bit more and took a deep breath through your nose.

As if Steven was able to feel what you were about to do, he raised his eyebrow at you, the corner of his mouth lightly twitching up as he tilted his head to the side.

“Oh?”, he hummed, as you looked deeply into his eyes and put your hands on his meaty thighs, squeezing them softly, before starting to swallow his cock fully, making you gag and your eyes sting with tears.

The moan that ripped from Steven was loud and genuine, his head tilting back for a moment as your nose hit his pelvis. His hair tickled your nose for a moment, but you didn't mind, you held your position as you never looked away from his face, loving how his cheeks finally dusted in a slight red.

“Fuck, you're swallowing my cock like a little slut”, he suddenly hissed loudly, which made you almost gasp, your throat tightening around his length as you looked up at him wide-eyed. Usually Steven never called you names, he only ever praised you, calling you his goddess and his good little girl. But this, this was new from him. The dirty words paired with his British accent almost sent you to overdrive.

Steven licked his lips when he felt how you reacted to his words, his eyebrows raising. “Oh, do you like to be called my little slut?”, he asked you, a taunting lilt to his voice, his eyes twinkling dangerously. “Of course you do. Look at yourself, taking my cock so deep down your throat that you gag and cry”, he continued with his crude words. “But this, this isn't a proper reason to cry yet”, he hummed deeply as he put his hand on your cheek, keeping you from pulling away.

“Remember, three hard pinches on my thighs if you need to tap out”, he reminded you, a sliver of the Steven you knew shining through, but when you nodded at him, it was gone as quickly as it came, his eyes darkening again.

“I want you to take what I am giving to you now without any complaints”, he suddenly said before he leaned forward, making your back meet the end of the bed, your neck on the mattress now. You had a premonition for what was about to come and when he put his foot on the edge of the bed, next to your head, you were sure that he wanted to do what you thought he'd do.

“Im going to fuck that pretty little face of yours now.”, he smirked, his voice all deep and lust-filled. He felt like he was on a high, the way he was able to dominate and overpower you so easily made him feel absolutely euphoric. He looked down at you for one last time to catch you nod for a moment and then he started to move.

When he said he was about to fuck your face, he really meant it. The way his hips snapped into your mouth was ruthless, his moans loud and unabashed. His balls met your chin over and over again, his smell was surrounding you like a thick layer that was slowly coaxing you to lose yourself.

All you could breathe, taste, smell and see was him, rendering you motionless – only able to take what he gave you over and over again. The way he was fucking your face shouldn't have turned you on the way you did, but you couldn't help yourself, all of Steven turned you on in this moment, even if he was a little mean to you.

So without being able to fight it, you put one of your hands between your legs, trying to ease the ache between your legs while the other hand held onto his thigh.

“Bloody hell this is absolutely fantastic!”, he groaned, his eyes rolling back as the sounds of your mouth doubled his arousal, “Your throat was made for fucking, even if you're gagging like that, you're still taking it, taking all of my thick cock”, he hummed all pleased, his eyebrows furrowed as he got lost in the pleasure that your hot throat provided, your tears running down your face without a break.

It didn't take long for you to struggle with your breathing, your eyes rolling back as the lack of oxygen slowly got to your head, making you feel light-headed, even your fingers on your cunt stopping to move and just when you thought you'd faint, you were suddenly pulled back.

Steven's hand was around your throat as he pressed you into the mattress, his cock right in front of your face, your nose touching it. He panted, his face red and covered in sweat, one droplet of it running down his neck.

“My my, little one, who said you could just tap out like that?”, he mocked you, his voice a little hoarse as he sounded slightly out of it and you were the cause of it. It made you smile all dazedly, your tear-filled eyes meeting his. “Could never”, you croaked out, another tear falling down your cheek which he caught with his thumb, wiping it away almost lovingly.

“Mhhm, you're right. I'm not done with you yet either.”, he smirked, suddenly grabbing your body and pulling you up only to hoist you back on the bed.

You had to regain your composure as you turned around because what you saw almost made you salivate yet again.

There he was, looking absolutely fucked out, with his damp hair slicked out of his face. But something annoyed you – he was still fully clothed.

“Steven”, you whined, your lips all red and swollen from him fucking your mouth, “Please, your clothes”, you continued, your gaze meeting his, “Please take them off, I wanna see you so badly”

Your words made Steven smile, all drunk in pleasure as he slowly put his hands on the hem of his shirt, taking it off of his body, revealing his muscled torso and the delicious happy trail that lead to his cock. He didn't say anything as he took his pants and underwear off as well. You could tell that he let off some steam by him fucking your throat that roughly. It eased you, as it loosened the tension a bit.

“Happy now?”, he asked you and you nodded all eagerly, already getting on your knees to get to the edge of the bed to maybe be able to touch him. But he beat you to it, coming closer and allowing you to touch him, your hands running over his pecs, down to his happy trail that you loved so much.

“Missed you so much Steven”, you breathed out shakily, leaning to his chest to press a kiss there, “So fucking much”, you added and suddenly you could feel both of his hands on your cheeks to pull you up and kiss you deeply.

“I missed you to bits as well, my dear”, he hummed against your lips, “But I missed fucking your cunt as well”, he added cheekily, biting down on your bottom lip before tossing you on the bed again, turning you around and grabbing you by the back of your knees to pull you on your knees.

“And now I am going to take what I wanted for so long”, he grumbled, not noticing how he aligned you to the mirror, a devious smile on his lips.

“Yes please, take me.”, you mewled, lightly swaying your hips from left to right. His calloused hands followed the line of your thighs, up to your hips to grab your panties and rip them off of your body. You could only gasp, but the action was long forgotten as he spanked your ass once.

He spread your cheeks, leaning down to watch your pussy which was absolutely ruined by your arousal. It spread so much that even the inner of your thighs were wet.

“Fuck, love,”, he groaned, “Did me fucking your face turn you on that much?”, he asked you, slapping your core once, making you whine loudly.

“You look like you wetted yourself”, he noted, a devilish chuckle leaving his mouth.

“Still gotta prepare that hole of yours, otherwise Imma rip it”, he hummed deep in thought, pushing two of his fingers inside of you without even thinking twice. You gasped loudly, gripping the sheets tightly as you moved your hips in sync with the motion of his fingers.

“Feels so good Steven, mhh, please”, you moaned loudly, your cheeks getting all warm already. He didn't wait long to scissor his fingers inside of you as he got impatient himself, just wanting to finally be buried inside of you, so without further ado, he added a third finger.

When he deemed you stretched out enough, he pulled his fingers out of your cunt, slapping your hole once and smirking at it and the sound it made as well.

“Absolutely perfect”, he complimented you, before spreading your arousal all over his cock. He pumped himself once, twice and then he stopped as an idea came to his mind.

It was quiet suddenly and for a moment you thought there was something wrong, so you looked over your shoulder, your eyes furrowed in worry. But when you saw Stevens heavy-lidded gaze, you gulped a bit.

“'s your safe day, innit?”, he asked you, the words slurred and you knew exactly why. It was one of Stevens favorites. Creampies.

“Hmm, yeah, I am. Just put it in, please”, you hummed, arching your back so your pussy was even more bared to him.

“Fuck me”, he growled underneath his breath, aligning his cock to your entrance, slapping it once before he pushed into you in one swift motion.

It made both of you moan in unison, both of your eyes rolling back at the familiar feeling of his cock inside of you and your pussy around him.

“Fuck”, you moaned, holding onto your sheets tightly as Steven went at it at an alarming pace. He didn't waste any time, it was obvious that he missed the tight grip of your pussy as he was fucking into you like a mad man.

This was something you definitely weren't used to, especially from Steven. He usually made love to you, took you gently and tenderly. But nothing about his thrusts was gentle or tender this time. They were ruthless and unforgiving, not giving you any time to cope as he grabbed your hips harshly, pressing you all close to his pelvis whenever he pushed his cock into you.

It felt like he was using you as his little cock sleeve, chasing after his own high and pleasure and somehow, that wasn't a problem to you. It actually made you feel on fire, the way he was so into you and crazy for you that he couldn't even hold back anymore and just took what he wanted.

As his thrusts were so rough, you almost saw stars when he finally angled himself so he was able to hit that delicious spot inside of you. The scream you let out was shattering and you were sure that the neighbours would file a complaint against the two of you.

But you couldn't care, not right now, not when he was fucking you like there was no tomorrow.

“Yes! Fuck, Steven, just- right- right there!”, you stuttered loudly, your eyes rolling back as you pulled a loud laugh from the man behind you.

“Right there my puppet?”, he growled lowly and you nodded, his hand hitting your behind once more, making you gasp out loud. The whole bed moved with his movements, your temperatures increasing more and more.

Suddenly you could feel how he grabbed the back of your head by your hair, pulling you back and revealing your face to the mirror that was in front of you.

“Fuck, look at her, she's such a whore”, he grunted deeply, “Looking absolutely fucked out while taking my cock”, he grinned widely and wouldn't you feel like your brain was being fucked out, you would have noticed the way he wasn't talking to you.

He was talking to Marc and Jake, who where watching the two of you going at it like animals, both of them absolutely speechless.

“Now I finally get why you're so adamant on treating her so roughly, fuck, she absolutely loves it!”, he declared all delighted, his eyes twinkling before he let go of your hair, letting you crumble down like a house of cards. If it wasn't for the grip of Steven's hands on your hips, his cock would have slipped out, but of course, he couldn't let that happen.

“I am able to fuck you so good too, right, my love?”, he asked you, his voice heated and you could only nod, chanting “Yes yes yes, you can!”, without being able to think of any other answer.

It was satisfying enough for him to make clear to the both of them that he was able to fuck your brains out just like the two were able to.

While he fucked into you, he looked down at your cheeks, loving how they moved with every thrust of his and suddenly, he got an idea.

He knew you enjoyed your asshole being played with, since the day he rimmed you once and you almost came immediately.

“Spread your cheeks for me”, Steven suddenly demanded from you. Your hands instantly flew to your cheeks, grabbing them and spreading them apart to show him your rimmed hole.

Steven couldn't help but smirk, slowly licking his lips before gathering all of his saliva to spit it right on your rimmed hole. You moaned softly, your ass wiggling in anticipation.

He took one of his hands from your hips, licking over his middle finger before putting it on your puckered hole, circling it and causing you to scream almost.

“Oh my god fuck, fuck Steven!”, you cried out loudly, feeling your orgasm approach immediately.

He could tell by the way your walls tightened around him, squeezing his cock tightly, causing his high to come as well.

“Yes, just like that, squeeze my cock”, he grunted deeply as he still fucked into you, feeling how his balls tightened as he was about to cum, but not before you came.

So he slowly slipped the tip of his middle finger into your asshole, that paired with his cock hitting your g-spot over and over again, made you fly face first into one of the most body numbing orgasms you ever felt in your life. Your vision turned white as you screamed out his name, your cunt still being used by his cock as he rode out your orgasm.

Suddenly he took his hand away from your abused hole, grabbing your hips tightly to give you a few more harsh thrusts, before spilling all for what he was worth inside of you. With a loud and dark moan he filled your insides absolutely white, leaning over you and kissing your shoulder, while still being deeply nestled inside of you.

The both of you were out of breath, panting and trying to regain your power as Steven pulled out of you and rolled beside you, laying on his back now while you were still on your stomach.

It was quiet between the two of you, but to your surprise, it wasn't uncomfortable. You finally understood why he was acting like that and just now you realized that he talked to Marc and Jake when he took you from behind.

There was a tension coming off from Steven, even though there was no trace of his anger anymore, but you could only assume that it was because of his behavior. But you wanted him to know that there was nothing to feel bad for, so you tried to inch closer to him to kiss his lips.

“I love you, Steven”, you whispered against his lips, causing him to bite down on his own for a moment.

“Wasn't I too rough?”, he asked you now, a tiny hint of insecurity in his voice.

“Not at all”, you immediately gave back, “You can't ever be too rough on me, Steven. You know I love all of you, even your mad side”, you assured him, “Besides, I doubt I ever came this hard in my life, so please, don't worry about it.”

That made Steven cackle lightly, his eyes twinkling mischieviously.

“Thank god, because I doubt that I can go a long time without fucking you like this.”, he told you now, before getting up and curling his arms around your body to hoist you up.

“But now you'll take a loo, we'll shower together and then we'll get comfortable with some snacks, yeah?”

“I'd love that a lot, Steven.”

#moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x reader #smut #steven grant smut #marc spector smut #jake lockley smut #oscar isaac

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v3lv3tf0x · 5 months

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Yoo Hoo~! Anybody home? Aha! Someone is(nt)! Anywho, i (DEMAND) want a request.. Of Scaramouche x my oc?? Can you do it? Hetes a desc of my oc:

OC:

Blue mixed with Light green hair

Short to Med hair

120cm

An outfiy kind of like this? But add ruffles.

She has cyro and is like weak asf and is always like "Scaraaa! I need help right now!" kind of like a bratty behavior but when scara gets like serious serious she just behaves.

Genre: sfw at beginning and nsfw to mid-end

Max length: 1-2.5k words... I feel greedy for that lol >D

Scara is kind of like a brat tamer y'knoww? Like he got back from his fatui mission but i dont know abt it, and hes utterly tired and im just like being a brat so he like tames us? Petnames are your choice.

Finally got to this! You didn't mention her name so I improvised, I hope that's alright. Here you go, though, I hope you like it!

Scaramouche was exhausted from his most recent mission, despite how much enjoyment he got from tormenting the inferior idiots. When he got home, he wanted to bathe and rest. A God should not be dirty. But (name) refused to let him do so. She was unaware of his mission- he refused to tell her what he did- but it was getting on his nerves.

“Scara, c’mon! I just wanna spar! I’m getting better, I swear-!” (name) whined, grabbing his arm. Scaramouche scoffed, yanking his arm away.

“Later, (name), I’m tired,” he snapped, trying to head to the washroom, rolling his eyes in exasperation when (name) grabbed him again.

“Puh-lease, Scara! I won’t ask for a while after! Please, please!” She was bouncing on her toes, making her skirt twirl around her.

“Fine.” Scaramouche pushed her aside, storming into the courtyard and readying himself. “Show me what you’ve learned, then.” (name) pulled out her spear, ice particles sparkling at the tip before she suddenly slammed it into the ground, sending ice spikes rushing towards Scaramouche. He startled, barely having enough time to jump to the side to avoid being skewered. Huh. (name) really had been practicing. A smirk made its way onto his face as he looked over at his darling.

“Well, well. Look at you,” he purred, grinning. (name) giggled, twirling her spear around.

“Told you I learned!” She called up before holding the spear out in front of her, feet planted firmly in the dirt. Scaramouche nodded once before sending a bolt of electricity down towards her, which she parried with stunning accuracy. They traded blows, parrying and dodging, cryo and electro clashing sending snowflakes sprinkling to the warm ground, making the courtyard muddy. Sacaramouche, for the most part, stayed up on the pillars, whereas (name) floundered in the mud. Nearing the end of their sparring session, she kept slipping. Scaramouche took advantage of this fact and quickly sent a barrage of electricity at her, making the poor girl fall flat on her back. He then landed above her, effectively pinning her to to ground with a sneer on his face.

“You’ve gotten better, yeah, but you’re not good.” He scoffed. (name) pouted up at him.

“You’re such a bully! I am good!” She pushed him back, sending him sprawling into the mud. He made a decidedly unGodly noise as mud splattered on him as he hit the ground. (name) burst into a fit of laughter, grabbing a fistful of mud and throwing it at him. It landed with a wet splat right in the center of his chest. He gave her an icy glare before throwing mud back at her, which she dodged far too easily.

“This is stupid. We’re not children,” He huffed, standing up and trying to wipe his hands off.

“It’s fun!” (name) protested as Scaramouche began to head back inside. He ignored her, kicking his shoes off and heading to the bathroom.

“Hurry up if you want to bathe together,” He called unceremoniously. (name) scrambled after him, following him into the large bathroom. Scaramouche turned on the shower, making sure it was the right temperature before pulling off his mud-soaked clothes and tossing them in a pile. (name) followed suit, stripping before quickly stepping into the warm spray. The water quickly turned brown at their feet when Scaramouche pushed her head under the water to rinse her hair, ignoring her shrieks of protest.

“It’s in my eyes, it’s in my eyes!” (name) cried, trying to pry his hand off of her neck.

“Close them.” Scaramouche continued to hold her under the water with an eye roll, knowing she was being over-dramatic. With a defeated sigh, (name) stopped struggling and let him hold her under the water until it ran clean. Scaramouche let her go and (name) blinked at him with pathetically big eyes.

“You’re so mean,” she sighed pitifully, watching him chuckle, his eyes raking over her figure.

“I’m sorry, darling,” he purred. “But you did this yourself. I think you should make it up to me.” His hand trailed from her cheek down her neck to her shoulder. (name) blushed, shivering lightly at his touch and the way his gaze darkened.

“I thought you were so tired,” she teased, trying not to notice the way the water dripped down his toned body. Scaramouche chuckled again, this time with the promise of something else.

“Well, now you’ve gotten me all worked up,” Scarmaouche scolded, his touche trailing further down and brushing (name)’s breast before his whole hand engulfed it and he squeezed. (name) let out a choked breath, grabbing onto Scaramouche’s shoulders to steady herself. His other hand came up and repeated the motion on her right breast and she let out another breath.

“On your knees,” Scaramouche said. “Wanna fuck your throat.”

“What if I don’t want to?” (name) raised a brow, giving Scaramouche a challenging look. Scaramouche sneered.

“How cute.” He pushed her down in the tub, grabbing her arm to make sure she didn't slip. “Do what I say, brat, and maybe I’ll be nice.” (name) flushed red and nodded quickly, pushing her breasts together and blinking up at Scaramouche through her lashes with a small smile, tongue poking out of her mouth to taunt him further. He sneered down at her, fisting her hair and yanking her head back, causing her mouth to fall open.

“Be good and take it, hmm?”

#v3lv3t asks 🦊#scaramouche #scaramouche x oc #oc #wanderer #kunikuzushi #scaramouche smut #smut #genshin #genshin impact #genshin smut

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hanasnx · 10 months

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dilf!ani has had time to come to terms with how he’s ur literal sex symbol. like when i think dilf it’s this quiet air of confidence - he’s experienced enough with you to know you’ll do pretty much do anything and now really wants to branch out. not necessarily jus kink wise but location like HE WILL GLADLY TAKE U ANYWHEREEE ANYTIME and bc he doesn’t gaf what people think atp he will abandon all social etiquette to have you. leave events early to make you please him otw home after you teased him in public, beg you to be louderr without caring if people hear. he’s jus a lil rougher round the edges like sometimes makes the slightest dad grunt sounds when he’s tired/standing up after being sat for ages lmao but like in a hot way !

of course ani always has that desperation seeping thru but he channels it better now, his praise is more reluctant: ‘didn’t believe you were gonna be able to sit here all by yourself while i was away but you’re here just as i left you, soaking yourself waiting for me - can’t wait to reward you’ *rewarding u means some shit like an aromatherapy massage he’s lowkk into the domestic stuff now*

like real quick smut aside he’s puttin in WORK around the residence.. deffo wearing an apron regularly to do like household maintenance shit and the apron stays on during..🫠 idek LoL also his few grey hairs turn u on 🦾

LUV UR WRITING SO V MUCH TY FOR UR SERVICE ALWAYS! never sent u anything before this but have truly admired ur work from afar :) <3

describing him as having a "quiet air of confidence" is so real anon. he's just the guy that has shit figured out, things are easier when he's around especially if the odds seemed insurmountable before he showed up.

this line: "he will abandon all social etiquette to have you" got me crazyyyyyy. because he barely relied in social etiquette his entire life, until he got older and rebellion wasn't as necessary for him to feel heard. he's mellowed out somewhat. and i say that very loosely.

"leave events early to make you please him otw home after you teased him in public" making you jack/blow him while he's driving you both home... or letting him stick his fingers in you while he's got one hand on the wheel.

that bit about him making noise when he sits down oh my god... sooo daddy im not even kidding. need him to be tired of my shit and tired in general.

the fact you added: "his praise is more reluctant" bcos that's so fucking true oh my god. takes more to earn his respect and his loyalty because of all the life he's lived. not much impresses him. you'd have to go above and beyond. ""you're here just as i left you."" hubba fucking hubba.

his gray hairs most definitely turn me on oh my fucking godddd no like you'd card your fingers through it, and his tired eyes would fall shut bcos of how good your nails feel. he'd slack a little while you're talkin sweet shit about how handsome he is... run the pads of your fingers over his impossibly soft lips.

"LUV UR WRITING SO V MUCH TY FOR UR SERVICE ALWAYS! never sent u anything before this but have truly admired ur work from afar :) <3" this is sooo sweet! thank you very much for submitting and sharing your thoughts <3 i'm really happy you love and admire my writing! i love reading that. also congrats on your first submission to me :) im so glad you decided to reach out.

#anon #indy shoots the shit #thanks for the msg!!#dilf!anakin #anakin skywalker smut #anakin skywalker prompt

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meowzilla93 · 2 months

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this is a rant, vent, jumble of words im feeling and need to get it out of my system because im a little done

please scroll along if you dont wanna read, or dont, i dont control you

it never ceases to amaze me just how cruel people in fandoms can be. cruel, mean, hyprocritical, straight up dumb.

dont get me wrong, these people are a minority. i have found myself amongst the best sort of people in fandoms i am a part of and couldnt be happier for the friendships i have made from them.

but this incredibly loud minority piss me off to no end. i stay away from any sort of discourse, silently watching from the background and watch thing blow up over trivial matters, and then learn who to avoid in those circles and move on with my life

but when i see, what i consider to be blatant bullying, to someone i hold dear, i dont want to be quiet anymore. im not a loud figure, im a tiny blog that loves to simp over 2d characters, a tiny stream channel that i interact with like minded people. and i mean i am TINY, im barely a blip on this wide web. so anything i say, it doesnt go anywhere, so still, i stay silent until i cant anymore.

so lets get to the crux of the matter.

if you dont like a character, you dont get to make others feel bad about liking them. i dont care if you think they are problematic, if you dont like their story, their look, or simply the fact that they exist

you dont get to make someone feel bad for finding a connection with them and loving them

you dont get to attack them about liking the character, passively or aggressively, you dont get to make fun of them and any of the work they do around them. you have no right to take it upon yourself and make someone feel like they dont belong just because they like a character that you dont

if you dont like the character, dont fucking interact, its that bloody simple. scroll away. mute the tag, mute the channel, whatever. just walk away

interacting with someones content for the pure purpose to make fun of it is cruel. you are making it public that you want to demean the person for what they enjoy. and the worst thing is, if you catch the attention of the younger audience, they learn that they get to act that way, and this kind of online activity only gets worse

it already has gotten worse. man, im a millenial and i thought keyboard warriors when i was in highschool and older where bad. these days the younger generation feel justified to think that they can say whatever they want and suffer no consequences of those actions. i see it in so many fandom discourses. its horrible

but they learn from the worst of us on the internet. the more they see the cruel interactions, the more they think its okay to act that way. and without a doubt, fandoms will end up being incredibly toxic environments that people wont feel comfortable to exist in anymore.

every fandom has a toxic space, its unfortunate but it is true. i wish it wasnt

and the smaller the fandom, the louder this toxic group is

it just fucking sucks. and watching people i care about be treated so badly hurts because all i can do is be their support. an ear, a shoulder, just someone they can vent to. but it doesnt stop the fact that they got hurt and i cant do anything about it

god i dont even know what this even turned into. im tired, im upset, im just so frustrated.

why cant people just be nice?

if you managed to read all the way down here, man i applaud you. that was a great mess of thoughts, i still have many more but at this point i feel like i would be repeating myself

please, just. be kind guys. its not that hard, i swear it

to all my moots, honestly, i love you guys. seeing all your work and love you put into your creations gives me life and brightens my day. dont ever stop loving your craft and your fav characters just because someone decided to be a prick.

#meow rants!#honestly if you read this you are a champion lol #do good #be nice #this really is just a jumble of thoughts i needed to get out and what better place than a tiny blog #i wish i could do more but alas this is all im good for #to all my moots i love you all

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desceros · 6 months

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I'm guessing by your banner that you also like Minecraft sooooo, turtle Minecraft headcannons to spare please 🥺? Just in general, all the Donnie's are definitely into Minecraft. I feel like all the rise turtles are also definitely into Minecraft and Leo, mikey and Donnie all had a big Minecraft phase in their childhood and maybe they still play multiplayer with each other when their bored and have nothing better to do. Maybe gaming headcannons in general for the turtles?

i play it for like. a week once a year. then i get distracted by something else and forget i was playing. this cycle repeats once every twelve months. the neo-mayan calendar.

i'll do rise specifically bc im feeling soft for it rn

donnie loves fiddling with command blocks to set up the server, and he loves setting up fun traps for his brothers. he's huge into redstone and builds amazing contraptions. his base is one where you have to fall through lava to get inside, and he has, like. fifty secret rooms for all his loot. he has the most optimum selection of armor and always wears his elytra so he can fly out of trouble. he has 500 cats at every build so creepers can't come by and blow them up.

raph loves the combat. he never uses a shield bc it makes it 'too easy.' at any given moment, the lower left hand of the screen is filled with his death messages. he also loves the exploration part, and he's always sending coordinates for interesting things for people to check out later. his base is a dirt box with a single bed and one chest filled with some string, a single diamond, four pieces of steak, a dark oak slab, a soul strider book, and two brown mushrooms. full netherite armor (mostly bc he keeps dying in the nether and everyone got tired of him burning through all their diamonds, so they pulled together and farmed up enough netherite to give him something that wouldn't burn up)

mikey is the builder on the server. he likes to beautify things and terraform, and his base is a custom mountain valley he built in the middle of a flower forest biome. he can make every block look good. raph's house actually makes him angry, like legit, but raph won't let him pretty it up for him. he dies to creepers a lot bc he never remembers to light up his builds, and they sneak up on him while he's listening to music and building. he wears unenchanted iron armor (except when donnie forces some blast protection iv on his ass) except for his feather falling iv diamond boots.

leo's here for the mining. he loves collecting shit and bringing it back home. he'll go out with an inventory of shulker boxes, stuff 'em full, then bring them home and go back out again. he's the spine of the server; sitting afk at the witch farm so donnie can get enough redstone, going out and getting more terracotta so mikey can finish his trading hall, and helping raph collect his shit when he dies in the end and oh god maybe his elytra landed on the side???? he'll also put on a playlist and just strip mine for hours until he runs through his fourth diamond pickaxe and has to go to the gold farm to repair it up. never upgrades to netherite armor because the diamond armor is blue.

#ask tag #fragment tag #i actually prefer terraria over minecraft but that's such a funny picture i don't know if i'll ever be able to change it

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quodekash · 1 year

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this is my seventh post about two episodes. this is why it takes me so long to watch things.

anyway, continuing now

HIS LITTLE PONYTAIL SDHFSDHSH

wait omg

these are the clothes theyre wearing when they eat each others fingers in the trailer

theyre about to eat each others fingers

hell yes

please, please do

i will get down on hands and knees and beg if i have to

HSHDHSHSFDHS

OH HOW THE TURN TABLES, INNIT?

HELL TO THE FREAKING YES

AND THE SONG PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND???? BRO THE NOSTALGIA IM GETTING

im definitely rewatching bad buddy soon. ill bet that ill start rewatching it within the week

of course

you know, i think the one time they werent interrupted by pa (or korn, or some other person) was on the freaking rooftop

CHEEK KISS

THE PARALLELSSSSSSSS

i could talk all day about parallels

holy hell

we're finally here

the end of our skyy 2

i am not even slightly emotionally prepared for this

ITS 9PM AND THEYRE ONLY JUST HAVING DINNER???

well, he did say on call with his mum that the play only just ended

but jeez i was not expecting it to be that late

yes. yes. YES.

BIRTHDAY SURPRISE, LETS GOOOOO

oh. it's not phu?

but it was timed so well??

phu has to be there

i love him so much

i missed him a lot

my dear precious...

tUL TUL, I LOVE TUL AND I DEFINITELY DIDNT HAVE TO LOOK UP HIS NAME BECAUSE I FORGOT WHAT HIS NAME WAS

he wishes for his boyfriend to be there :(

and phu emerges from the cake

bro that one candle was having issues

it took four blows to get it out, and that fourth one was very extended

i think mix was trying really hard to not get spit all over the cake and to not ruin the shot, but internally he was like "F[beep] YOU, YOU STUPID F[beep]ING CANDLE, DIE, DIE, DIE, OH MY GOD JUST BLOW OUT ALREADY, HOLY SH[beep], I HATE YOU, I HATE YOU SO MUCH, OH MY GOD IM GOING TO K-"

that's how i think it would go if we could see into mix's mind when he was trying to blow out that fREAKING CANDLE

okay, so, is he hallucinating, or is phu actually there

maybe the candle was stalling for time cos tul and phu werent moving fast enough and they were like to the candles "QUICK, WE NEED A DISTRACTION SO THAT HE DOESNT NOTICE", and that one was like "i got this bro 🤝" and did the performance of its lifetime

oh wow im really freaking tired

i have fifteen minutes left. ill tackle them tomorrow.

its gonna take me three days to finish two episodes of a show, where each episode is only about an hour long, and if thats not the most in-character thing for me, idk what is

anyway, see you tomorrow for the end of the years, many many tears, goodbyes, and hopefully no flies (idk what that last bit was, i just wanted to make it rhyme)

#quodekash watches our skyy 2 despite desperately needing to sleep #our skyy 2 #our skyy 2 x 1000 stars #our skyy 2 x bad buddy #bad buddy the series #bad buddy series #a tale of thousand stars #atots #patpran #phutian #phuphatian #ohmnanon #earthmix #ohm pawat #nanon korapat #earth pirapat #mix sahaphap

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consumed-by-fandom · 11 months

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How the Dudes would react to you hugging them

I got a bit soft today so uh uhm uhhh

EDIT: This is under the context of the Dude already knows you and likes you enough to not blow off your head if you try and hug him! Just thought i’d mention lmao

P1: He’s touch avert unless he really trusts you enough to allow you to hug him (which is the only way he’d allow you to do it) and even then at first he’d be real nervous and even a little uncomfortable, but after a while he’d melt into it. Poor guy doesn’t get much affection from others. Once he gets used to it it’ll be hard to get him to let go, basically clinging to you for dear life as if you letting go means he’ll never get to hug you again. The type to nestle into the crook of your neck if you let him. Think of a cat putting its face in a blanket lmao he’s like that. Would offer you hugs sometimes in hopes that he can make you feel just as safe and comfortable as you make him.

P2: Would be kinda confused at first but would return it with some enthusiasm. Actually enjoys them but wouldn’t tell you, but he will initiate them from then on. Would hug you from behind to piss you off, he’s pretty casual about it. Emanating “fine, i guess you are my little pogchamp, cmere” vibes

P3/Alt: Similar to P2, would be confused on why, but is more open to showing that he likes them. Full on bear hugs, the kinda guy who picks you up while he’s hugging you to show how light you are to him lol. Wouldn’t really initiate them, but he’s alright if you ask for them. He’s not too bothered honestly.

BD: A bit of a mix between the last three? he wouldn’t let just anyone hug him, but as long as he knows you fairly well he won’t mind. Doesn’t really know how to give decent hugs, and won’t really show his appreciation, but you can tell by the way he gets real quiet and maybe, just maybe holds you a little tighter, that he definitely wants them from you. After a while he might offer them to you if you need them, but he can’t promise he’ll be any good.

OD: Would at first react negatively “why the hell are you hugging me >:(“, would take him a long time to get used to it, he’s not really into them (or touch in general). If you were really upset and he (surprisingly) decided to comfort you he could swallow his discomfort to offer one, but honestly? They aren’t his thing. The only time he’d willingly hug you is if you were in danger or scared, his dislike would immediately be thrown out of the window as he goes into protective mode, will hold you for dear life until you feel safe again. (To be honest I think every Dude would react the same way, when it comes to your life being in danger they’re holding you in their arms until the dangers over, its on instinct)

P4: God this man is so tired he’ll accept hugs from literally anyone. Just the second he’s offered one he’s in there, decently strong hugs and you might hear him sigh deeply after a little while. He could fall asleep hugging you, any affection he’s given he gladly accepts, and the most likely to offer you hugs out of all of them, literally for any reason doesn’t matter he’s just “wanna hug?”, someone please take care of this sopping wet old ass cat IM BEGGING-

Thats it these guys revolve around my mind 24/7 and I want to wrap them all up in blankets. Yes I know he is guilty of crimes against humanity but shhhh

#headcanon #headcanons #postal #postal dude #okay i’ll level with you #i was playing postal 4 and watching the cutscenes and I was like #god i need to hug him and make him feel better he looks so tired #and then this happened #sorree #or not sorry dude selfshippers come get your sustenance

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degreeofdisorder · 4 months

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young royals s3e5 episode reaction:

well I really hope the cliffhanger isn't horrifying bc this week is gonna be really fucking long

let's fuckin do this

"tired" and it's just him contending w the fact that erik might have been violently homophobic

i can excuse [rolls down a 6ft long papyrus] but I draw the line at being racist - august, probably

"family" LMFAO sure dumbass

seriously those girls are acting like sara and felice broke up (and I get it, friendship breakups are horrifying but damn)

"are you on something?" MY LITERAL FIRST QUESTION SKFISJFKSJFKDJF

I feel like micke is gonna die. idk.

his own letter? why?

oh. hello ludwig. i forgot what your voice sounded like.

"it's hard for her to show weakness" yeah well so it is for all of us. be a mother. show up for your son.

naaaaaaaaaaa volvete serio ludwig

wdym he was perfect. are you serious. do no adults in this show have the slightest bit of common sense?? you're talking to erik's spare my man. erik's little brother who now has to take on everything erik had to do. be the most fuckin for real rn

of fucking COURSE

"it'll be nice to celebrate you. and to meet simon too" ok that was sweet.

yeah wille being in the choir was starting to feel too weird skfjdkfjd

okay? calm your tits my man? simon hasn't said anything?

WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON????? HE'S LITERALLY DEFENDING ERIK?????????

oooooookay kristina jr.

ohhhh it was sara's locker. ok.

oh micke is dead isn't he

FELICE DOING WILLE'S NAILS AAAAAA

HE'S PAINTING THEM PURPLE SOULMATISM

also is this the writers acknowledging the nonbinary wille headcanons bc.......

I can't believe wille likes doing his nails. that's so fuckin nonbinary of him.

god I wish micke had been dead. that is SO much worse.

pls don't get into a car crash sara

linda honey no. it doesn't fit him perfectly it's goddamn huge on him.

love shouldn't be this hard I agree linda

oh fuck me

oh her little face sara no

oh sara is breaking my goddamn heart

WILLE'S PURPLE NAILS

wilhelm, why do you have nail polish remover in your room

MI WILLE I'M GONNA FUCKING BLOW MY BRAINS OUT

omg malin was willing to be bribed. back to fanon malin we go (after the shit show that was season 2)

WHY IS HE WEARING THE PYJAMA PANTS AGAIN SIMON

okay this is killing me inside. this is too much.

BECAUSE THERE'S A RISK OF POISONING SJFKDJFKJFDKFJDKFKFKFKDLRK

simon's FACE im

SHE CURTSIED @ SIMON

I know he must have felt disgusting sjfkdjfk

after pretty much 3 years of a polar opposite fanon interpretation I cannot *believe* I'm witnessing kristina and ludwig being genuinely happy about meeting simon. this is so insane

august are you staring at sara's boobs

oh a rolex

OH IS IT BECAUSE OF ERIK

IT IS BECAUSE OF ERIK OG FUCKKKKK

I missed sara and felice I'm ngl. I love my tiny baby girls

oh kristina is about to throw up isn't she lmfao

ludwig is being weirdly nice. this is so strange.

ludwig and simon chatting away while kristina is about to choke and die

hold on. IS kristina gonna die?

even during wille's birthday they can't stop yapping about erik. my god do royals genuinely only care about their firstborn? god

NOT DILF HUNTER SJROSUFOSIDOD

class bad boy slfjdlgj I think they had to have done that on purpose. I mean vincent didn't wanna give him the satisfaction of giving him another award. I can assure you.

august is such a *sad* character oh my god

I WISH I HAD DONE THINGS DIFFERENTLY WITH YOU NAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWW

oh of course she kissed him.

WHAT A SNITCH WTF

"please don't leave me alone with your parents like that again" honestly wille they could've eaten him alive

my god wilhelm you're being SO NASTY

OH HE'S GOING OFFF

oh ldkgldjgldjfldjffl

I can ASSURE YOU during my s2 liveblogging at one point I basically wrote "[points at ludwig] AND YOU" bc i was so fucking done with his bullshit skrjdlrkdlrkld

to hear wille going AND *YOU* is fucking sending me help

IT ISN'T EASY TO BE BOTH YOUR MOTHER AND YOUR BOSS OH FUCK OFF KRISTINA

I NOTICED BECAUSE YOU'RE SO USELESS AT BOTH HOLY FUCKING SWEET JESUS CHRIST

HOLY MOTHER OF GOD

me rn:

my god this is the most cathartic shit I've seen in my life

OH AND SIMON IS WATCHING THE WHOLE THING

god

I knew the cliffhanger was gonna be that

but I didn't expect them to cry like that nor did I expect ME to cry like that

bro I'm sobbing I can't wait another week

#yr livenats #yr s3 spoilers #young royals spoilers

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finally pt.2 ( chris sturniolo) ⚠️ spanking, belts , punishments , aftercare

(Song theme for this part )

As Chris is relentlessly pounding into you you start to reach back trying to push him off because he’s just so fucking deep . This causes him to grab your arms and pin them behind your back making you now fully immobile and at his mercy .

“ what did I fucking say y/n your gonna fucking take it he grunts and shoves his hips so hard that you scream as he comes down to your ear and your gonna fucking . Thank. Me “

“Yes daddy I’m sorry your just so big and so deep” he starts going at an agonizing pace stroking so deep that it’s driving you crazy and your start huffing out of annoyance missing him pounding the fuck out of you please daddyyyy you moan he smacks your ass so hard you feel the ripples through your back please what slut

Harder faster anything just give me more you whine out that’s what I fucking thought Chris says and starts going even harder and faster than before you start to scream and try kicking your feet but his legs just shove yours down harder nah uh slut im giving you exactly what you begged for so your gonna fucking take it Chris says now thank me

Your trying so hard to thank him but the only thing that comes out of your mouth are squeaks and moans Come in y/n you have the count of three to say thank you or I will grab a belt from the closet and spank you so hard you won’t be able to sit for a week

1… 2…. Chris starts

I …. Mmmmmm. … DADDY PLEASE GOD I …. MMMM

3 Chris ends . I tried to warn you y/n but you just couldn’t listen

What Chris didn’t know is that you wanted him to do it the thought made you so incredibly wet as he keeps pounding you. You start screaming as he continuously hits your g spot so deep and fast that you feel another orgasm building and you know this one is gonna be the death of you

“ yeah I can feel you tightening around me slut you gonna cum again all over my dick?” Chris says “ yes daddyyy…. FU-FUCK ME JESUS FUCKING CHRIST IM SO CLOSE” “ Your gonna cum with me like a good little girl okay” “ YES DADDYS FUCK “ chris starts counting down from 10 this makes you almost cum even from the fact he counting you down to your orgasm and that is another kink you have “ 5 *deep thrust *4 oh my Fuck baby.. 3 … FUCK DADDY MMMMM 2 he grunts 1 cun for me slut oh fuckkkkkkk god DAMN

FUCK DADDDYYYYY yours legs are shaking so hard at this point as he’s grunting deeply in your ear while he’s finishing coming down from his high

He lets go of your arm and slowly pulls out you lay there still dizzy from your mind blowing orgasm as u hear his footsteps walking away and a door opening you almost forgot about the whole belt thing this made your heart start to race your body was already so tired and you knew his belt was gonna be rough he warned you and you didn’t listen but you both secretly knew why

You heard his step come back and you look over your shoulder to see he threw on some sweats that show his deep ass v line making you horny all over again Get up slut your gonna lay across my knee and count with me as my belt leaves mark on that ass

You try and stand up but your legs just start shaking uncontrollably and buckle under you weight he grabs you arms and he sits down and looks at you with a sadistic smile which makes your stomach drop he looks so fucking hot yet absolutely terrifying at the same time. He pulls you down so your over his knee “ okay y/n your gonna count each lash and your gonna thank me every . Single .time am I understood “you took a shaking breathe “ yes daddy” “ Aww don’t sound so pathetic gorgeous… you brought this on yourself” the first slash came down causing your hips to buck and you to cry out 1 .. thank you da-daddy another 2 this one being a little harder making you tear up thank you 3 ahh you moan slash scream thank-k yo-you daddy “that’s it slut your doing so good by your 6th thank you you were crying and the sting was almost unbearable SEVEN JESUS FUCK you scream out tears pouring out of your eyes none stop …TEN OH GOD THANK YOU FUCK THANK YOU DADDY you scream out thanking god it was finally over he tried to rub the welts to make them feel better but it hurt to much and you bucked and screamed out his name so he stopped . He helped you stand up and hoisted your tired body to the bathroom connected to his room he set you down on the toilet as he started a hot bath “ Go pee while I grab you a sweatshirt to throw on after the bath okay sweetheart” chris says as he gives you a soft peck on the head and walks out you finish peeing and he comes back in . While you had been sitting there you thought about how funny it was that he could go from and absolute sadist to the sweetest guy in the matter of minutes

He hoisted you up and helped you into the bath then took off his pants and slipped in behind you . You relaxed into his chest and leaned your head back and he drew figure eights on your chest you started giggling which caused him to pause “ why are you laughing and says while he giggles a little “ oh nothing just that I realized your the first man whose ever made me orgasm” “ wait… REALLY “ chris asked “ yeah and that was by far the best sex I’ve ever had in my life I had a feeling you’d be freaky but Jesus Christ am I shocked” “ haha yeah I hope it wasn’t too much” “ no not at all I loved it your also the first guys who’s givin me the sex and dominance I’ve wanted for so long” “ we’ll I’m glad you enjoyed it cause holy fuck i definitely did” you both just smiled and relaxed into each other “ y/n I’m so glad I met you you’re exactly the girl I’ve been waiting for “ you turn to look at him and smile “ I completely agree you said giving him a sweet kiss then ask if you can get out since the water was starting to get Luke warm he got out first and gave you a hand out and helped you dry off while you put your hair up into a messy bun and he slid the sweat shirt over your head you both went back into the room as he changed the sheets and you layed down you grabbed your phone and saw you had a million missed texts from Sam you decided to call her back since the party was definitely over by now it had been 4 HOURS OMG. Sam immediately answered

“ y/n you’ll never guess who’s bed I’m in rightnow”

“ Sam you’ll never guess who’s bed IM in rightnow”

On the count of three well both Say who okay

chris is just standing there silently laughing to him self about it.

3…2…1

I’m in Matt’s bedroom rn

I’m in Chris’s bedroom rn

WAIT SAM DID YOU SAY MATT

Wait did you say CHRIS

Biiiiiitch Sam said

BIIIIITCH you said to Sam

I’m literally right down the hall from you can we come and say hi I haven’t heard or seen from you in 4 fucking hours girl what the fuck were you doing ?😼

Yeah come on down and bring waters with you Mathew chris said gotcha Matt called

Sam and Matt came in “ jesus what happened to your face” Matt asked “ your brother that’s what happened “ him and Chris started laughing manically as him and Sam sat down on the couch by Chris’s window and y’all just talked Sam looked at you and smirked you just nodded and she said you guys had to spill later . Matt asked if you could hand him the blanket from the end of the bed you just awkwardly laughed and said “ no can do buddy my body is not functioning enough for getting up right now” you all just laughed and Chris handed it to him and you all talked and laughed until the sun came up

I’m just being silly and devious thought I would catch y’all of guard with this song at the end🫦🤟🏼

(Yeahhhh anyways so that was a lot idek what the fuck that was my 20 year old Ass was feeling real devious hope you liked and if not whateva)

💋❤️🤠

#chris sturniolo #smut #part 2 #bd/sm daddy #spank me daddy #truly devious #Spotify

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volivolition · 2 months

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hello we return to ramble about music because music is one of our biggest hyperfixations ever. hai [Do let us know if you're ever tired of us sharing music though Shauaiakdjcjsjdfj]

Do you have a favourite song? A favourite band or musician? PLEASE do share if so, we're always looking for new music especially from friends!!

We have!!! song reccs for you :] Song for the Dead and Song for the Deaf, both by Queens of the Stone Age! Both songs are very red to us [we have synesthesia] and they remind us collectively of Phys Instrument and I!

-PT

HAI HELLO!! my music friends the furies!! (hjfkjh dont worry, i love hearing from you!! :D <33)

2. ooh, thank you PT, i was just listening to Song for the Dead on the subway the other day, it sounded so cool!! i assumed it was a Physique vibe, but so cool to hear who exactly :D im listening to Song for the Deaf now, just really good guitar for both of these songs, the words are sung more lyrical in this one :0 the ending is amusing, just silence and then laughing to the instrumental hdkjh <3 extremely red vibes, you're so right for this <3 thank you for sharing the PT and Fizzy songs :D <33

1. oh god i have to put this under a cut. tl;dr: my current favorite song is Too Sweet by Hozier because it reminds me of Voli and Chemi :]!!

hgkjh did you know my bio used to say "i can relate any hozier song to disco elysium"? the statement is hyperbole, but i love hozier so fuckin much heres just a bunch of nonsense:

"Too Sweet" is a volistry song. to me. ("I take my whiskey neat~" "My coffee black and my bed at three...") echem thinks voli's too uptight ("You keep telling me to live right / to go to bed before the daylight... / but then you wake up for the sunrise... / don't you just want to wake up... / lost in a haze?") and voli thinks echem is too hedonistic ("If you're drunk on life-" "Babe, I think it's great~" "But while in this world... / I aim low / I aim true and the ground's where I go / I work late where I'm free from the phone / And the job gets done / But you worry some, I know.") and in this way they're "too sweet (morally/indulgently)" for each other, but they fall in love around the "You know, you're bright as the morning, soft as the rain" "Pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape" mark because they start to balance each other out so they're not overworking/refusing all joy and not giving in to every temptation/dangerously ignoring health and responsibility for dopamine and they're GOOD FOR EACH OTHER... im. not normal about them ever i could write essays about them :'] (also the bells in the chorus just hit different i love that shit man...)

i've been meaning to draw Echem with the song "Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene" just for the title alone lmao... but it's absolutely a bop and i enjoy it :]

"Jackie and Wilson" is TRULY LIKE. IS ANYONE SEEING THIS. "Cut clean from the dream at night / let my mind reset / Looking up from a cigarette and he's already left" "He'll know me crazy, soothe me daily, better yet, he wouldn't care / We'll steal his Lexus / be detectives / ride 'round picking up clues" IS ANYONE ELSE HEARING THIS THAT'S FUCKING HARRY AND KIM. HELLO??

my other alternate bio used to read "From Eden is such a de song. if you even care" i need everyone to listen to this and tell me its not a disco elysium song ogughgjkh!!! "Honey, you're familiar / Like my mirror years ago" "Innocence died screaming" "A rope in hand for your other man to hang from a tree" HOZIER MY MAN YOU DID IT BUDDY THAT'S THE GAME!!!

i can perfectly imagine which skill is singing which line to harry in "Almost (Sweet Music)" as he gets over dora and falls in love with kim. imagine them smoking on the balcony together while the skills swirl around them, invisible to kim but nudging harry and each other.

ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Easy: Success] - Let's get lost and let the good times roll! SAVOIR FAIRE [Medium: Success] - Let's smoke rings from this paper, doll~ SUGGESTION [Medium: Success] - Blow sweet and thick 'til every thought of it don't mean a thing. PHYSICAL INSTRUMENT [Medium: Success] - I got some color back. EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - He thinks so too... INLAND EMPIRE [Formidable: Success] - I laugh like me again... She laughs like you. RHETORIC [Legendary: Failure] - I wouldn't know where to start... PERCEPTION [Medium: Success] - Sweet music playing in the dark. VOLITION [Godly: Success] - *Be still*, my foolish heart- COMPOSURE [Challenging: Success] - Don't ruin this on me...

"First Time" is harry and dora ("the first time that you kissed me / i drank dry the river lethe" YOU MEAN THE GREEK RIVER THAT MAKES YOU FORGET EVERYTHING HOZIER???), "Eat Your Young" is truly a Disco Elysium vibe song of political ideology, do i even have to mention "Take Me to Church" for the idolization of Dora? and "Like Real People Do" [just straight up starts sobbing on the floor.] when the... the two people with similarly sad pasts learn to grow and heal together... we should just kiss like real people do... fucking hell man...

i also like!! AJR (current fave: Inertia [waltz time my adored]), The Oh Hellos (Hieroglyphs [the beat! the melody! the lyrics! singing together! ough my love... i miss choir]), The Altogether (See The Day [makes me cry. volition song i think]), American Authors (Luck [longtime favorite]), and Ricky Montgomery (currently it's Cabo but god this man's got bops. This December. Line Without a Hook. Get Used to It. Snow [<- desaturated blue song]. My Heart is Buried in Venice. okay thats it i promise hdkjh)

#volta transmissions #chemi chats #[hands you 19 songs with excessive commentary and. disappears under mysterious circumstances. :)]#hgjkgh just kidding thank you for asking I CHERISH YOU!!!!#suggestion recommendation #esprit: Choral Compendium

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razorblade-kiss55 · 2 years

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Hollywood Misfits

Hey guys I have a lot to say so bare with me !

> I really wanna do this one a little differently. I haven’t really decided on a love interest, I think it’d be fun if some of the guys have a crush on their new costar. So I’m just gonna write with no set intentions and just see where it goes. Please let me know if you have any thoughts or opinions!!! I do wanna say also Im going to base a lot of aspects off the movie but of course some things will be different. This will definitely be a multiple chapter fic as well :)) I’m super excited about this one I have a lot of ideas for it !!

> Synopsis- you’re a famous rockstar, the guys love your music and want you in their first movie.

Warnings- language, smoking, possibly bad grammar (I double checked but I’m sure I missed something haha)

> word count: 2.9k

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“Hello?” You say answering your phone

“Y/n!” You heard the familiar voice of your manager Andrea say through the other line.

“No.” You respond attempting to hang up.

“Wait at least listen to what I have to say!” She yells out through the line causing you to roll your eyes.

“I told you before I’m a musician. Not a movie star.” You say growing more annoyed by the moment.

A week prior to this call you had talked to your manager about the same thing. It was shocking news when you first heard the jackass crew wanted you on their movie. She had said the guys heard your album that came out at the beginning of the year and they loved it. Apparently they would always like having guests on the show so they wanted to keep the same theme for the movie. That’s where you came into the picture.

“You don’t have to be the star! It’ll be a win for everyone. You’ll get more publicity, and plus everyone loves a tomboy right now.”

You choose to ignore the irritating description of you being a so called “tomboy”. You thought the whole term was ridiculous.

The two of you sit in silence for a moment before you hear her let out a long sigh. “This is a great opportunity for the both of us. Plus you would get to play pranks and just have a good time. You love to be a menace! God knows you terrorize me every chance you get.” She trails off

You thought it over the more she continued to list off good things that could come of this. You were nervous for a multitude of reasons. Did anyone really want a girl on jackass? But you also couldn’t help but wonder what your friends back home would think. So many other thoughts crossed your mind but you couldn’t listen to your manager rant anymore. You loved she really treated you like you were her daughter but god could she get on your nerves.

“And think about all the new experiences -“

“Ok alright! Christ, I’ll do it.” You say finally conceding. You had quickly come to the realization she really wasn’t going to let this go. So might as well just accept your inevitable fate right?

“Great! This is going to be perfect for you and your career you’ll see. We’ll be in touch, get some rest.”

———

After about a week or two, Andrea had called to let you know that you would start on set, Monday.

Today.

She had informed you that they had already started filming for the movie. But it was only about a week before, so you hadn’t missed much.

You were in your usual baggy attire, shades covering your bloodshot eyes from the lack of sleep the night before. You rested your elbow on the window of the car you were currently in. Sat in silence watching the everyday chaos of LA. Noticing a buzzing under your leg, you quickly realize you were getting a call. You grab it and instantly groan as Andrea’a name appeared on the tiny screen. You weren’t shocked though, if she wasn’t with you, you better believe she’s blowing up your phone.

“Yes Andrea?” You question with your fakest nice voice.

“How’s my little starlet doing?” She returns your question with one of her own. She was always so chipper.

“Tired.” It was already noon but you were still exhausted.

“Well perk up you’ve got a big day ahead of you. You’re on your way to the hotel the whole crew’s staying in. Today is going to consist mostly of meeting everyone and getting acquainted.” She had let you know the crew planned on traveling a lot for the film. You were excited about that aspect, so you were trying to embrace it. “Just go get checked into your hotel and we can talk more tomorrow.” She says surprisingly keeping the conversation brief.

“Oh and y/n?” She spoke up once more.

“Yeah?“ you respond curiously

“Please be nice.”

You almost get annoyed but decide now was not the time for arguing. “Goodbye Andrea.” You hang up the phone and ignore the prior question.

The drive wasn’t too far, about two hours from your apartment downtown. But with the traffic that was bound to happen, you were prepared for a much longer trip.

After zoning out to the blaring music in your ears you realized you were starving. Almost instantaneously you look out the window and notice a kind of run down gas station. There’s no where else for miles at this point, as you finally had made it out of the city. “Excuse me.”

You say leaning forward to the driver.

“Could we make a stop?” You question pointing to the gas station as your make eye contact in the rear view mirror. He simple nods his head and turns into the parking lot.

“I’ll be quick” you inform him running inside. You mentally kick yourself for choosing to rush, because you immediately crash into someone as you push the door open. “Woah dude.”

You scramble to pick up the things you just caused them to drop trying to be as discreet as possible. You realize they were much taller than you, now bending your next you are met with a dark headed guy staring back down at you. “I Uh sorry bout that.” You stutter scratching your head trying walk away quickly from this equation and just retrieve your snacks. “Wait aren’t you y/n?“ you feel the stranger tap you on the shoulder. You sigh not loud enough for him to hear, spinning around of the ball of your foot. “Yep” was all you respond with.

“No shit” he chuckles

“I’m steve-o I’m from jackass- we are I mean.” He says gesturing to his friends paying at the counter before sticking out his hand to shake yours. “I heard the guys were trying to get you on the movie. Is that where your heading?” He says keeping his voice low at the end of the question. “Uh yeah I am actually. Just grabbing some snacks, got a driver out front.” You say pointing your thumb behind you toward the parking lot.

“Who’s your new friend?” You hear one of his friends sing out as the come into view from behind him. “Yo, guys this is y/n!” He informs his friends way more excited than you expected.

“Oh. Oh!” One guy yells. The other doesn’t respond, his eyes just widen as he darts his eyes between you and his friends.

“This is Chris.” Steve-o says pointing to the first guy to speak. “Hey there.” He says in a flirty tone but you couldn’t tell if he was goofing around or serious.

“And this is Dave.” He says pointing to the blonde haired guys next to chris. “Hi.” He nods and waves awkwardly.

“He’s shy” chris says placing his hand on the wide eyes boys shoulder. “Fuck off dude.” He almost whines out flicking his hand off. You hold back a chuckle as you slowly step back trying to make your way to the candy isle.

You make small talk with the three while they follow behind as you continue picking out all your items. After paying and finally making it out of the store, You were now all stood outside the front of the gas station. “Hey you wanna ride with us? We have one extra seat.”

You knew everyone in the world, even a stranger would look at this situation and immediately say don’t get in the car with three boys you don’t know. You knew this but you couldn’t help but feel like they were good. And you felt like you kind of recognized chris from watching the show here and there. So that also made you feel a bit better too.

“Alright.” You shrug

You head over to let your driver know he no longer needs to take you to the destination. As well as grabbing your bags from the back. He didn’t seem to think much of it as he was gone rather quickly. The guys help you toss the two small suitcases into the bed of the truck. You follow them climbing into the large vehicle, as you were all back on the move.

“You better not murder me.” You laugh out as your get started down the road.

“Heh heh no promises.” Chris chuckled out from the driver seat.

“She’s totally gonna think we’re creeps dude stop.” Dave swats at him from the seat in the back next to you. “You like will not kill you. We don’t. Do… that.” He stuttered turning towards you.

“Very convincing job.” Steve-o croaks from the passenger side as the three of you laugh while Dave just sits there with a pout.

It was a weird situation sure but you had to admit this was the most fun you had in a while. You didn’t like to hang out with too many people in the city. All your friends were back home and the people in LA just didn’t know how to have a good time like them. Maybe that was a bad outlook but you never felt the need to change that.

Cigarette smoke filled the air as you and steve-o kept bumming them off each once you realized you both smoked. Not without gaining a few complaints and dramatic coughs from Dave. The music blared as you all continued just getting to know each other.

“Rapid round.” You yell over the loud bass of the stereo.

“Favorite color.”

“Blue.” “-Blue!” “Green” Dave, then chris and finally steve-o yell.

“Favorite foods?” You yell out another question

“Cheeseburgers!” Chris says smiling, you could tell he wanted a cheeseburger now.

“Mm beer” steve-o says gruffly

“Ehhh” You laugh making a loud buzzer noise before rolling your eyes. “Beer is not a food.”

“I would say a nice filet mignon, with buttery, garlic mashed potatoes on the side. Topped with sautéed mushrooms and a glass of red wine on the side.” Dave says detailing every aspect of his favorite meal

Everyone froze and stared at him for a moment for bursting out into laughter. “What?” He questions looking genuinely confused.

“Its just-“ you laugh unable to get the words out over your wheezing. “That just wasn’t what I was expecting.” You finally get out causing another uproar with the two in the front of the vehicle.

It had been about an hour ish since you had all left the gas station. The ride had been going a lot better than expected. It had been a long stretch of nothing, just dirt and mountains. By now you reaching a more populated area so you assumed you weren’t too far.

“Looks like we made it.” Chris says turning into the parking lot of a hotel. You all let out little cheers. Thankful to be getting on solid ground soon. While all the guys jump out excitedly, you stayed back for a moment taking a deep breath trying to gather yourself for whatever you were about to walk into.

You jump at sudden rapid loud tapping right by your ear. Looking up you realize it’s chris as he’s wondering why you haven’t got out. He opens the door for you as you grab all your belongings before sliding out. “What? You nervous?” He inquiries giggling as you notice Steve and Dave jump up in the bed of the truck to unload the luggage.

“Not at all.” You say shaking your head, smiling at him in response. He didn’t say anything back, he seemed a bit confused like he expected some kind of sassy response. The other two just laugh at his silence.

The four of you head inside the fancy hotel. You were kind of shocked how nice it was you, weren’t it expecting it at all. You all get your room keys and make your way upstairs. They must’ve requested the same floor for the crew, you had noticed all of your rooms were near each other.

While in the elevator, you all had planned to set your things down after finding your rooms then you would all go chill out in Knox’s room. That supposedly had been where everyone was for the time being. They informed you his room number before going to their rooms.

Down the long hall way you finally find your own hotel room. You unlock it quickly stumbling in, you immediate dropped your bags and melt into the bed. Laying there like a stone for a little while you reluctantly peel yourself from the soft mattress. You just now start actually taking in your surroundings and it’s so nice. You were pleasantly surprised and you also couldn’t wait to divulge the mini bar later.

You’re now making your way over to room 505 to officially meet everyone. You had to admit, even though you had said your weren’t nervous you couldn’t ignore the butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

Making your way back up the long hallway you hear laughter and yelling and can only presume it was the guys. The room numbers weren’t even necessary at this point, you could probably find them from a mile away. Approaching the door you hear steve-o’s voice loud and clear through the door. You assumed the three guys were already here and they were all just waiting for you. That didn’t help the nerves.

Right after taking a deep breath you knock loudly on the large wood door. “Guys we made a new friend today.” You heard chris’s now muffled voice say through the door.

“Aw man not this shit again.” You hear another muffled more southern sounding voice whine. Just as you hear that you knock three hard knocks, the room goes silent.

Suddenly the door flies open, slightly blowing your hair over your shoulder. You stand still as the room goes quiet. “Meet y/n!” Chris yells grabbing your hand and softly yanking you in. You weren’t sure how he knew it was you so fast but you forget about it quickly

The guys start cheering which definitely caught you off guard. You had assumed they knew you were coming but it seemed like they had no clue. Or maybe they just thought you wouldn’t show. “We’re all huge fans!” The first tall guys says as he approaches, shaking your hand quickly. You recognize him to be Johnny Knoxville. You smile and huff out a soft thank you. Even though you had been performing for 2 and a half years professionally you still often felt so awkward with direct compliments.

“Come in, we’re just chillin” steve-o says from the couch arms spread out across the back. He pat the couch cushion gesturing for you to sit. You plop onto the couch next to him after finally getting through the sea of random dudes.

“Hey y/n” Dave said as he sat on the corner of the other smaller couch.

“Hey.” You breath out smiling , raising your hand in a quick wave.

Him and the boy next to him snicker quietly, you weren’t sure why. It kind of felt weird like you were the cliche shiny new toy.

“Ok I’ll introduce everyone.” Steve-o says sitting up slapping his hands to his legs.

“That’s Johnny obviously.” He gestures to the taller guy stood just drinking a beer. He holds it up nodding his head in your direction.

“Wee-man, Preston, Ehren, Dave you met of course.” He says pointing to them with his own beer bottle in hand.

You just nod as he continues naming the multiple people in the large room. “And over there is Bam and Ryan.”

“Hey and me!” Chris yells coming into view falling onto the spot right next to you with two beers in hand.

“For you.” He says handing it to you with the cap already popped off. You take it thanking him.

“It’s nice to meet y’all” you respond to the previous introductions as you take a swig of your beverage.

The rest of the evening was pretty fun you all decided to just drink and hang out at the hotel. You were having a good time getting to know everyone.

“I have a great idea! Everybody tell me your favorite stunt you’ve done.” You drunkenly yelled at one point. Bam started and after that, they kept getting funnier and funnier. Or maybe you were getting drunker and drunker, but you didn’t care either way.

Now it was late and everyone was starting to head to bed. You stood up wobbly and out of it but we’re caught quickly before falling over. You realize it’s Johnny who seemed to be the least intoxicated for the night.

“Let me help you to your room.” He said in a low voice. You didn’t respond only nodded as you let him lead you out of the room by your arm. Every time you walked down the hall it seemed longer and this time was no different. You reached the door and started to fish for the key in your pocket. You find it and immediately drop it on the ground. “Dammit” you whined

Johnny just chuckled bending over to pick it up and unlocking the door for you. You look up to him through glossy eyes. “Such a gentleman.” was all you said patting the side of his face. He breathed out a quick laugh like he didn’t know what to make of that. “Goodnight.” He said as you slowly made your way inside. As soon as the door shut you instantly mentally kicking yourself. Why’d I do that? The thought didn’t linger long though as you were now knocked out on the bed.

I hope you liked! This is just the set up of course well hey into the actual movie bits soon. I live chris and steve-o with my actual whole heart. & Can we talk about Dave being starstruck rn?? That boy was sweatin. Hehe anyways until next time ! <33

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