#please please please give guys and dolls the musical a watch if you happen to be in london!!!! it's so worth it!

[bodytotheconcrete]

ok so i saw Guys & Dolls for the third time today (i have my ways of getting cheap tix so it costs a fraction of regular prices), the West End production of Guys & Dolls at Bridge Theatre, and i am going insane absolutely feral i need someone to understand me

several things about the male MC of the show so yall can understand what im talking about:

male MC, Sky Masterson, is a gambler who thrives at late nights, calls 4am his time of day, and is falling in love throughout the whole show. what's special about the West End version of Sky is that they made him bi/pan. (spoiler alert??) when he takes Sarah, the female MC, to Havana, he says sth like "wanna see what a real party looks like?" and brings her to a gay club and he starts dancing with men (as opposed to a straight club and dancing with women in the original production in 1950s)

i, a bi/pan self-proclaimed aspiring gambler who regularly sleeps at 6am for no reason, of course self-project a little too much on this character, especially cuz the guy is falling in love, like what am i supposed to do??? not project myself onto him?????

out of my 3 times of watching G&D, the first 2 times Sky was played by George Ioannides, and today was played by Pierce Rogan. they had vastly different interpretations and portrayals of Sky and i am so here for both of it. in fact i am so normal about this change

below are my interpretations of each of their portrayals of Sky Masterson, including A Lot of headcannons that i have for this character cuz not much about his (or anyone's) past is really mentioned in the show:

George Ioannides's Sky: i feel like this Sky is someone who realized he's into men as well as women, accepted and had no qualms with it, and is emotionally healthier because of it. emotionally healthier as in he doesn't repress his emotions or feelings, yes he dances with men so easily and flirts in the gay club like it's his second nature, but he also allows all his adoration and infatuation with Sarah to show. the love seeps from his eyes so easily, and he cannot stop looking because he is so in love. this probably has to do with the different actresses who played Sarah today and before, but either way it feels like George's Sky has more natural chemistry with Sarah and they're kinda made for each other. btw i love George Ioannides so much he's such a sexy sexy man with big puppy eyes, which helps with the expressing emotions through eyes cuz it just fits so well

Pierce Rogan's Sky: AAASSASASADHGFLKJASDHFLKJAHSDLFJK. this Sky is a man who knew he was into men from a very young age, and only realized he also likes women and might be bi/pan in his adult years. he is very emotionally repressed and probably has anxiety. in the gay club he looks so comfortable with being intimate with men, dancing, foreheads and noses fully touching, rolling hips. but with Sarah, he looks away sometimes and occasionally has facial expressions that say "in love but emotionally constipated", like honey what are you bottling up?? your feelings for Sarah, a woman? because you've spent so much time accepting the mlm part of you, and the discovery of you also liking women mayhap feels new and almost like a betrayal to the identity that you've built and come to terms with?? i said George's Sky has more natural chemistry with Sarah, but with Pierce's Sky, it feels like initially he really did rizz up Sarah purely out of a bet (which is what it was written to be). this Sky and Sarah just accidentally catch feelings, and Sky has A Time trying to come to terms with that, and they have to put in effort (on their own selves) and eventually make it work. Pierce Rogan i love you i owe you my life thank you so much

also!! apart from how Sky is portrayed, the ways that Sarah interacted with Sky were also different. with George's Sky, Sarah (played by Charlotte Scott) mostly exudes "i can change him" energy, and Sky is kinda like "ah fine whatever, i love you enough to be changed in good ways". whereas Pierce's Sky feels way less willing to change, whether for Sarah (played by Gina Beck) or anyone/anything. he approaches Sarah with caution, finds out that (drunk) Sarah is crazy, not only wants his freak but actively ups herself to match it. in a way this version makes the ending scene where Sarah publicly calls Sky "Obediah" (his real name which he's only told Sarah about) much more,, comfortable to watch?? i guess?? calling George's Sky "Obediah" feels like "aha i have successfully changed him, as shown by how i'm calling him rn", and Sky is lowkey exasperated but tolerates it. BUT calling Pierce's Sky "Obediah" feels more like an inside joke and a nickname for her lover, like "it's a secret that he entrusted me, and now i throw it around jokingly, maybe partially to say that he's mine hehehe", and Sky lowkey likes it

ANYWAY i love both versions of Sky Masterson. both George and Pierce are absolutely amazingly phenomenal, and i thoroughly enjoyed both of their performances. and most of what i said above are kinda just my hcs and interpretations of their portrayals. BUT YEA um Sky Masterson is such a kin character to me and today's experience was so personal, so lifechanging, and i desperately need someone to say that they understand so i don't feel as insane as i probably am

[femme-fix]

♰ sevikas obsession with watching you ⋆₊˚

description: kind of nsfw drabble about sevika who can’t get enough of your every move.

cw: suggestive, no smut, horny tho, pet names (baby, doll), reader wears a dress + is implied to be feminine, gendered terms (girl, etc) , reader “flips her hair” at one point

a/n: too lazy to write a fanfic right now so have this instead. as always please submit requests if you have any.

MINORS DNI.

Sevika watched you every time you came into the bar, eyes trained on your every move. Every time you laughed at something some sleazy guy said, clearly trying to swindle more drinks out of them. Every time you fluttered between the jukebox, to the tables, and back to the bar again. It was her favourite pastime.

Her eyes would linger so directly, so intensely, everyone at her table could feel it. If the way she repeatedly disregarded her hand of poker to watch you instead wasn’t obvious enough.

She loved when you got wilder and more carefree as the night progressed, a gradual but steady change that happened without fail every time. It revealed things about you, made her feel like she knew you through those little cracks in your party girl facade. Your skin slowly got hotter and hotter, little hairs sticking to your face and neck. Each drink made you feel looser as you transitioned from swaying slowly to the music to dancing, hips rotating to the rhythm of the song, enjoying yourself. Not one person in that joint was good enough for you. Couldn’t give you what you needed. Well, except for one. Her.

She could give you what you wanted, what you craved. You were only there for one thing. For someone to take care of you.

And it’s not like you didn’t notice her. Oh, you did. How could you not notice someone like her as soon as you step into a room? Her presence commanded the attention of everyone in attendance. It didn’t matter if she was storming through the building toward Silco’s office, having a drink at the bar, or sitting with her legs spread and a stack of cards clamped in her flesh hand like she was now, everyone saw her and you were definitely no exception.

The first time you caught sight of her, she was hustling over to a reserved table in the back, powerful muscles rippling with every movement. You needed to know her name. You turned to the bartender (Chuck, was it?) and asked him.

“Who’s that?” You gestured vaguely with your head in the direction of the imposing woman.

“That’s Sevika, Silco’s number two. I’d stay away from her if I was you, sweetheart.”

Over time, you loved reciprocating, staring back just as fiercely every time you noticed her. The urge to tease her from across the room was irresistible and you indulged in it. You intentionally licked your lips after every sip of your fruity drink, wore short short skirts just so you could show yourself off to her, whispered naught things in the ears of strangers at the bar, all while maintaining heady eye contact. You couldn’t help yourself with the addictive way her attentions made you feel, warm and breathless.

And you knew she loved it too, even when her jaw visibly clenched and the cards in her hand were squashed in her tight grip.

What you didn’t love was the waiting. The both of you would stare at each, practically fucking with your eyes, but neither one of you did anything about it. It was almost as if Sevika wanted you to beg for it, crawl to her on your hands and knees and plead for her to help you, take you, touch you. And you, well, you were just too damn stubborn for that.

So after countless nights of skirting around it, you took one last sip of your drink and marched toward the throng of bodies writhing and gyrating to the music.

If she wasn’t going to give in first, fine. You’d just have to make her.

It started off slow, closing your eyes and losing yourself in the music. The beat, heavy and pulsing, jumped in your ears and thrummed through your whole body. You tossed your hair over your shoulder as you moved in a tight, rhythmic circle, surrounded by flushed, sweaty bodies.

Your fingertips brushed against your skin, gliding up, up, up the length of your thighs. The urge to open your eyes and find hers, which were no doubt watching your every move, was overwhelming. But you steeled your resolve and continued this push and pull, rolling your hips much more purposefully now.

The relentless flickering shades of purple and blue cast an otherworldly glow across your sweaty flesh. Darkness, light, darkness, light again. You swivelled in Sevikas direction, knowing she was watching you, and of course she was. Her eyes were buried beneath furrowed brows, those deep pools of brown recognisable even with the distance between you. Every flash of light revealed her gaze again, increasingly torn between enjoying the view and stomping over to join you each time.

Slipping your eyes shut again, you decided to finish the show. Drive the nail straight into the coffin. And the closest idiot would have to do.

He was tall, brown hair, plain, not bad looking but definitely not who you really wanted. He was quick to follow your lead as you pulled him over, none too gently, by the arm and ground yourself right up against him, his hands floundering for a moment before you steadied them against your hips just like that.

Before you knew it he was gone, though. There was a flurry of movement and a little commotion, leaving you flustered and confused, but the big, solid wall of muscle that took his place immediately after told you all you needed to know. The thick, cloying smell of smoke and warm flesh surrounded you and you looked up, pleasantly unsurprised to find Sevika staring back down at you. The angle was a bit awkward and you couldn’t really see from the strobing lights but she looked a mixture of pissed and something else, her nose flared and extremely kissable mouth set in a frown.

The drinks, the music, the overstimulation of it all had your senses totally inebriated and your skin buzzing. You couldn’t help yourself from grinding back on her crotch, your skin meeting the cool, hard metal of her belt.

“Was waiting for you,” you said over the music.

She grunted, eyelids fluttering as she bumped against your ass repeatedly, assuming a senseless rhythm. Sevika leaned down to your height and spoke into the back of your ear.

“Can’t hear you, doll.”

Before you could reply, she began trailing little sucks and kisses down the skin of your neck. Your next response was breathy and jerky as you clenched your thighs together and leaned into her touch.

“Said I…w-was waiting for you to come take care of me.”

Sevika nodded and stilled your movements sharply with two large, firm hands on each hip.

“Let’s get out of here, baby, yeah?”

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[queen-of-the-avengers]

Make The Most Out Of A Bad Situation

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.1k

Warnings: minor angst

Summary: Bucky comes to your rescue even though you didn’t ask for it. He punishes you even though you did nothing to deserve it. He kisses you even if it’s supposed to be wrong.

Squares Filled: plums (2020) for @buckybarnesbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are greatly appreciated <3

x

I can’t believe I’m here right now. All I want to do is go home and snuggle in bed where I can watch movie after movie. But no. You can’t really blame Natasha. Her boyfriend is the one who is thrown this party with his best friend who just so happens to be your enemy. You and Bucky have never gotten along, even before Nat and Steve started dating. You don’t want to ask her to leave knowing she came with you. You don’t think she’d mind but she hasn’t seen him in a while and you don’t want to take that from her.

The party scene isn’t really what you’re into, so you decided to take a walk around the ten-acre property. You’ve been to this house plenty of times so you know it like the back of your hand, which is why you’re toward the back where there is this small pond that freezes over in the wintertime. You like to sneak onto the property and go ice skating when you can, and you haven’t been caught yet.

The music can be heard from where you are but it’s faint which gives you some time to think with a clear head. Bucky and Steve bought this property when they were in their early twenties and have taken care of it ever since. They have beautiful plum trees that you love to snack on, and you grab one that is hanging low for the taking. You take a big bite and moan at the delicious taste.

You toss the scraps onto the ground knowing small animals will come to feed off it. This place is notorious for deer passing through it. Not now. Not when there is a major party going on. Speaking of, you should really get back. You’re the one who drove here but maybe Natasha won’t mind staying here and letting Steve take her home. You start to head back when three guys come out from the tree line. You’d be scared if you didn’t know who all three of them were.

They’re Bucky’s annoying and arrogant friends.

“What are you guys doing here?” you ask and stop walking.

“See? I told you she’d be out here. All alone like a fucking loser.”

“Yeah, good one,” you roll your eyes.

You try to get past them but they won’t let you go that easily.

“Whoa, where are you going? Stay. Hang out with us,” one of them chuckles.

“No thanks.”

“What an ungrateful bitch, guys. Care to show her what we do to ungrateful bitches?”

On of them grabs your arm tightly and begins to drag you to the pond.

“I hope you love to swim.” That’s when panic sets in. You try tog et away and that makes the man holler in victory. “I think she wants to go for a swim!”

“No, don’t, please!”

You never learned how to swim. You didn’t have a pool growing up, and your parents were too busy to take you to swim lessons. You never liked the water so you never had a desire to learn to swim. Man, you’re regretting that decision right about now.

“Hey.” Everyone turns to see Bucky coming out from behind the trees. “Knock it off. The bitch can’t swim so if you plan on drowning her, do it elsewhere.”

“Whatever. Come on guys. She’s not worth it,” one of them say.

All three of them walk away, leaving you and Bucky by the pond.

“I could have handled that, you know. I didn't need saving, asshole.”

Bucky takes two long strides over to you before pushing you into the warm waters below.

“How about now, doll?” he smirks.

Flight or fight kicks in, and you kick your legs to try and keep your head above water. However, its not working and you’re sinking faster than you’re floating. Seconds later, hands are grabbing your arms and pulling you out of the water. As soon as your feet are planted on solid ground, you must up every ounce of strength and shove Bucky away from you.

“You’re a dick! I’m out of here.”

“With what car?”

His words make you stop in your tracks, and you flip your hair over your shoulder.

“My car.”

“I’ll drive you home. Come on.”

Bucky walks past you but you don’t move an inch.

“If you think I’m going anywhere with you, you’re sorely mistaken.”

Bucky smirks and reaches into his pocket only to pull out your car keys. What the hell? You feel your pockets and your keys are missing. He must have taken them when he pulled you from the pond.

“It’s not what I think, Doll, it’s what I know. You’re stuck with me until I say otherwise.”

“Give me my keys.” You storm over to him and try to grab it from him but he moves his hands to a height you can’t reach. “What are you, five?” You try again but receive the same reaction. “Fine. Keep them. Shove them up your ass for all I care. I’ll walk home.”

“Take one more step and I’ll gladly throw your ass back in the water.”

You turn to face Bucky and with a smirk, you take one more step back. Bucky moves faster than you can process, and he throws you over his shoulder. You know exactly what is going to happen so this time, you prepare yourself. Bucky tosses you back into the water but instead of going in alone, you make sure to bring Bucky with you. You cling to his clothes and drag him under with you.

He is a whopping six foot man while you’re much shorter than that, so he can stand comfortably on the bottom of the pond and still have his head above water. You wrap your legs around his waist and cling to him like a dryer square on pants. Bucky’s hands go under your ass to keep you there, and you two stare into each other eyes.

“That’s what you get for tossing me--”

Bucky cuts you off and plants his lips over yours in a searing kiss. Never have you ever thought you’d be kissing Bucky Barnes but now that you are, you have no idea why you weren't doing this before. All the pent-up tension and hate turns into passion and lust. His hands claw at your clothes, you fist your hands in his hair, and his lips leave a hot imprint on your skin.

“No, we can’t do this,” you pull away, breathless.

The look in his eyes tells you that he doesn’t care. You lean in again and kiss him, this time with feeling. This might be a one-time thing and if so, you’re going to make the best out of a bad situation.

x

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[weepingwillowwonder]

#8 Hazbin Hotel "Things I ✨️LOVE✨️ the idea of..." (because I can't share these things with people irl...)

Angel Dust x GN!Friend!Reader

What happens when Angel finds his bestie in heat? 🥵

CW: Reader going into heat, Fingering, Cursing

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Since moving into the hotel, you and Angel Dust had practically been inseparable outside of the times when he was working. Often you found yourself hanging out in his room, gossiping about the latest drama in the studio or listening to him vent about his working conditions. On occasion you both were cuddled up in his bed watching a movie or scrolling on social media. When he wasn’t around though, it wasn’t uncommon for you to be minging with the other residents. For example, having a drink with Husk at the bar, listening to music in the parlor with Alastor, or even helping Nifty tidy up the place. So you can imagine Angel’s surprise when not only was your contact was absent from his phone notifications, but upon getting back to the hotel, no one had heard from you all day. When he initially asked Husk he only received a shrug and a half hearted ‘beats me.’ Now concerned, Angel quickly made his way to your room. At times you liked to be alone, however, you still always messaged him at some point in the day. So for you to be completely MIA was a little more than weird.

Coming to your door, Angel loudly knocked, pressing his ear against it to hear any movement. After a short moment he sighed in relief when he heard the soft sound of shuffling behind the door. He stood back to give you a moment to open the door, but it never opened. Eyebrows furrowing in confusion, he knocked on the door again, this time calling out your name. This time when he pressed his ear to the door, he heard you echo his name back except it almost sounded like you were in pain. “Angel…?” you whimpered, muffled by the barrier in between you. He pressed his ear against the door again, “Heya doll..? You okay in there?” He called out, his hands anxiously wringing together. “Is it okay if I come in? You’ve got me worried about ya..” He gives an awkward laugh, looking around in the empty hallway. It was quiet for another moment before he heard a faint sob, “I-I can’t, Angel..it hurts…!”

Suddenly panicked for his friend’s safety he reaches for the door knob to barge in, only to find that it’s locked, “Shit!” He frantically calls out your name and tries to slam himself into the door to get it opened. “Hey, it’s okay! You're okay!!” Angel scrambles for his keys, remembering the time you gave him a spare key to grab something from your room when you weren’t there. “I’m coming! Just give me..a second..” Angel grunts out, aligning the key to the knob. When he unlocks the door and swings it open, he is completely unprepared for what he sees. Angel steps into the room, immediately looking for you and shuts the door behind him.

It hits him all at once when he realizes what’s happening. The familiar smell of sex instantly hits him as he enters the space. He doesn’t find you in your bed, but rather on the floor in a corner, surrounded by pillows and blankets. What really catches him off guard though, is the sight of you in a loose t-shirt and no bottoms whatsoever. Your face was buried into the floor with your ass tilted up as a display. His face flushed as he watched you arch against the fingers you currently had buried in your hole. Pained noises flew from your lips as you hiccupped another sob, “Fuck It’s not enough..!” Angel stood frozen at the display. Sure you guys had talked about sex, hell, most of your conversations were about sex. But this was a completely different beast.

He hesitantly approached you, softly calling out your name, then asking, “Shit sweetheart…are you in heat?” You gasp, clenching around your fingers, babbling “I didn’t know..didn’t think I would-” He shushes you and reaches to stroke the top of your head. “H-hey it’s okay, you’re okay..” You nuzzle his hand and pant out, “Angel...please. I need h-help, please..! Hurts…” He bites his lip, and looks towards the door, conflicted.

“H-here, let me go get someone-” He starts to get up but you grab his shirt before he can pull away. “NO! They can't-” Your fingers slip from inside of you as tears falling down your face. You whisper looking up at him, “They can't see me like this..”

Angel stares at you with his lips slightly parted, for a moment speechless. What were you implying? “Babe…I really don’t..” He licks his lips. “Are you asking for my help? I’m not sure if that's a good id-” You pull yourself up to hide your face against his thigh, before taking a deep breath, “Angel, I don't want to force into anything..” You fist his shirt, “..but I trust you.”

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This prompt lost in a previous poll I made, but I few people asked for it, so here ya go!

Part 2? 👀 Part 2.

[impala124]

Bad Buddy Ep 8

My thoughts on Ep 1 | Ep 2 | Ep 3 | Ep 4 | Ep 5 | Ep 6 | Ep 7

Me, at the end of this episode:

Awww. Pran really went from not knowing about Nong Nao doll to snuggling with him in a matter of days.

Wait a fucking second. How dare they just give me a shot of their photos together on Pran's headboard? No, I need the lore behind each and every one of those pics.

Pat is serving him breakfast in bed. And making references to the first time Pat slept over❤️.

The (rival) faculty shirts hanging on the wall side by side in the background are just chef's kiss.

A major chunk of their relationship is happening off-screen, so it's running my imagination wild. You know what that means—a lot of potential for fanfics. Help a girl out and share your favorite BB fanfics!

I've seen ice cream kisses before (thank you, Brian Kinney), but thanks to Pran, I'm witnessing ketchup(?) kisses too, though not as explicit and that's okay, I'll take it. I love it when they are playful with each other.

Pran, my beloved, taking 0.001 seconds to adjust to holding his boyfriend's hand in the corridor is just AGFDHKH

I mean, they weren't technically lying to Pa; they just happened to live in their own version of the play they were supposed to be rehearsing.

Pa is onto them, but being the best sister she is, isn't pushing for more details.

Excuse me, what do you mean they held hands behind Pa's back while she was walking ahead of them. I'll take this, please and thank you; the parents and their rivalry can go to hell for all I care at this point.

I know they are taking me to the highest of highs to push me down to the lowest of lows. Let me get my parachute out.

WHAT SHOULD WE HAVE FOR DINNER?! Nothing is easy with Pran; my son has to make Pat guess the answer he's giving using the fucking Thai xylophone. Once again, I ask, why is this kind of flirting not seen on any shows airing right now?? I want this back on my screen so bad!!! I want to scream about it in real time. Who do I need to write a letter to to make it happen?

I do feel bad for Director Toto, first, one of the main leads quit, and now the new main lead is busy fooling around with his music composer, but, Sir, be careful there; don't hurt Pran.

Ink is on my screen WITH Pa. Why is Wai here? This manipulative asshole is dampening my good mood. Oh, he wants info on Pa, but Ink, my girl, isn't having any of it. Get his ass, bestie!

Drinks with Wai or dinner with your boyfriend? Seems like an easy choice, Pran. Drop Wai's ass, stat.

Can't wait for the day Wai finds out that Pa is Pat's sister!! I hope he doesn't find out until he's in too deep with Pa. Might seem a bit schadenfreude, but I don't like that boy at all.

Pat telling Korn that he's having dinner with his mom and Pran telling Wai that he's having dinner with his dad will definitely not come back to bite them in the ass. FOR REAL.

My boys are making the grave mistake of not having at least one person who they are both familiar with be in the know about their relationship. Pran, bestie, send me your mail ID so that I can link you to some sources as to how to be in a secret relationship successfully.

Okay, so someone knows about their relationship. Who could it be? My money's on Wai. When Pran mentioned that he was meeting his father for dinner, he must've followed him because his mom loves having Wai over. It can't be any of Pat's friends because they are impulsive shitheads and would've been on Pran's ass the second they saw him approaching the car.

More of Ink and Pa, I've been blessed. Thank you, senior, who couldn't make it to the restaurant.

I am not enjoying watching Pran be so helpless on the rooftop!!

Acts of service, my beloved!!!

Oh Pat, my lovable puppy, you didn't really think this through now, did you?

The parallels between the play and their reality are very clever because Pran is never going to talk about his issues with Pat openly, at least not yet.

Pran's "I'm just the music guy shtick" is so funny that even Toto is like, I'm on my way to book a hall to hold a fan meet with you guys after the play, byeeeeee.

Pran, you are just not a sound guy anymore. So, Wai found out that Pa is Pat's sister. I mean, Pran disclosed it to save his boyfriend's ass, so I'll take it.

Pran waxing poetic about love😍, but with Wai🤮. I have a lot to say about this conversation; put a 📌 on it for now; I promise I'll get back to it. Needless to say, PRAN officially became a HALL OF FAMER in my favorite blorbos of all time category.

Oh, incoming angst, how much I hate you and love you at the same time.

I snorted out loud when Pat's dad said, When did I teach you to lie? Sir, with all due respect, which is none in your case, the correct question to ask YOURSELF would be, Where did I go so wrong that my son couldn't be honest and had to resort to lying to me? Just a suggestion; take it or leave it.

Not the fucking "I thought you knew your priorities, but clearly I was wrong." How about asking your son if he WANTS to play rugby anymore? You, sir, are on a TIMEOUT again, indefinitely this time.

Pran, my beloved, I know that you're new to the whole boyfriend thing, so let me offer you a crash course. When your normally happy and upbeat boyfriend calls you sounding sad and dejected and asks if you're free to talk, you say YES AND LISTEN TO HIM.

I knew you were a quick study. Now, cheer up your boyfriend.

Virtual hugs, my beloved!!! And back hugs too!! Why are they so stinking cute??!

You heard it here first. Pran is Pat's Nong Noo (baby girl)!!

Call me a wuss, but Pat saying, Familiar scent of you, while sniffing Pran's shirt, made me tear up a little. "Give me a big smile with small eyes. Show me your dimples." AAAHHHHHH. It should be illegal to be this cute!!!

Not Pran keeping up with the elevator bit till the end.

Pat could wear Pran's shirt, but no, my baby boy draped it over his already covered chest.Now, I need to know for reasons if this is the same shirt Pat borrowed last time, because it looks the same, but Pran might have multiples, so is there any way I can know for sure??

Oh Pran! Oh no, Pat took off the shirt. My boys are hurting.

Wow. Pat playing the Thai xylophone to express that he's upset and the fucking montage!!! I'm in tears.

Oh, the little detail of Pran looking around to see if anyone's around before approaching Pat😭

Okay, it's good that they are apologizing to each other. "Aren't you afraid people will find out? I am. But I care about you more." Pran, when I catch you—

Pat, you damn cheeseball, with your "Telling the world we're not just friends.". STHAP IT!!

FUCK!!! What in the ever-loving hell just happened?! What do you mean the curtain fell down? And the theater isn't empty.

Let me note that the curtain falling down is so fucking symbolic because the curtain falling indicates that something has ended, and in this case, the secrecy of their relationship has ended.

Oh my god, their friends are in the audience. Wai, you fucking asshole. You were the one who saw them leaving in the car together, weren't you? You switched on the sound, and everyone heard Pat saying that Pran is his boyfriend. Why are you the fucking worst?? Were you not held enough as a child? Maybe you were mad that Pran lied to your face and discouraged you from going after Pa, but this isn't how you treat anyone, least of all your best friend!! I don't care for your reasons; I hope you rot in hell!!

Now, I expect Pran's mother to make an appearance in the next episode because he's involved in the play with Pat. Now, why did Pran agree to take on the role of the music composer? It's because Wai fucking manipulated and guilted him into doing so.

Pran's conversation with Wai at the bar:

Our facalties are rivals..... Do you really believe Pat's family will accept you? In the end, you have to keep your relationship a secret. It's an exhausting relationship. It's so hard just to see each other. It's tough just to talk to each other. It's not important enough that it can't be reversed. No moving forward because it's a deadend. It's a kind of relationship that I always avoid unless a relentless puppy that I'm particularly fond of enters the equation.

There we have it, the crux of the issue. Pran doesn't believe that he's worth taking that chance, because, as I've mentioned before, Pat might be willing to throw caution to the wind to see where things land, unlike Pran, who deeply believes that he brings bad luck to Pat (backstory required asap). They can't move forward until they resolve this issue.

It actually makes me think that it was very intentional that it was Ink who took Pat to the noodle shop in the last episode, the same Ink who told Pran that she isn't interested in Pat romantically, because if it were a potential romantic interest for Pat in the picture, Pran WILL back off because Pran feels like he doesn't have the right to feel jealousy over Pat. On the other hand, Pat, my beloved, doesn't have any such hangups and feels like it is his god-given right to feel jealous of Wai in relation to Pran.

To end on a happy note:

Pat's " If my victory puts my boyfriend in trouble, I'd rather lose." 🤝 Pran's "I'm afraid of the world finding out about us, but I care about you more."

Tagging the usual suspects: @shortpplfedup, @incandescentflower, @starryalpacasstuff, @7nessasaryevils, @greenteadumplings, @grapejuicegay, @madworld-bbs, @usodeshou, @tao-moonb, @fanatic-freakshow . If anyone wishes to be tagged in the future, let me know.

[poebot]

Part 2 of toxic when babe?😫

a/n: right here angel ! sorry for the wait. i was kinda high when i wrote this so here’s to hoping its coherent. enjoy~

summary: Tension arises as Abby finally confronts Ellie.

warnings: sfw again (for now 🥸)

tag(s): @thatonementallyillsimp @blvebanisters lemme know if you wanna get tagged when i update :)

“Toxic” Ellabs / F!Reader Part 2 | Part 1

Abby’s breathing became increasingly rapid as she came to terms with the fact that she was actually doing this. Actually approaching Ellie in a confrontation that didn’t consist of passive aggressive remarks that went over your head or telling you to break up with her every chance she gets in private. It was both exhilarating and mortifying.

She had finally managed to manoeuvre her way through the crowd of sweaty bodies to get to you. “Hey, can I grab you for a second?” Abby said as she reached you both. You tapped subtly on Ellie’s arms to get her to loosen her grip on your waist, noticing the way her hold tightened up as Abby approached.

“Yeah, Abs. What’s up?” Your words were slightly slurred and breathy as you smiled warmly up at the girl, eyes misty with intoxication. Her cheeks were quick to flush, stomach fluttering incessantly. You were so beautiful to Abby that it physically hurt. Especially with that cute nickname slipping past those pretty lips. Ellie watched the exchange in silence, her tongue pocking the inside of her cheek. She finally spoke up, tired of watching her girl get ogled in front of her.

“What do you need to say to her that I can’t hear, Anderson?” Abby scoffed at her, folding her arms across her chest. God, she was such a dick. “Can’t hog her the whole night, Williams.” The quip left her mouth almost like a reflex.

Like being flushed with cold water, you suddenly sobered up enough to notice the tension in the air as the girls stared each other down, practically sizing each other up. The hard set of Abby’s jaw and the way Ellie’s fingers were flexing by your thigh made you instantly anxious, your brain steamrolling into prevention mode. “Hey, why are you guys being so weird? Whatever this is, please drop it.” Abby chuckled humourlessly, still locking eyes with the brunette. She expected her to falter by now, but her eyes still screamed ‘I’ll kick your ass’.

“It’s your girlfriend that seems to be the problem here, doll.” Ellie immediately tensed at the nickname, cocking her head to the side. “Doll?”

Your eyebrows rose, incredulous that this was actually happening. On the night you specifically dedicated to de-stressing and forgetting about your fucked up love life. “You aren’t my girlfriend,” You pocked a manicured nail into Ellie’s chest as her eyes followed the movement of your finger. “And you need to stop purposefully being a prick.” You rounded on Abby with hurt in your eyes. The girls attention both turned to you and you saw the exact moment the panic and regret set in.

“Shit- sorry babe, I wasn’t trying to pick a fight-“ “I didn’t mean to piss you off-“ Their voices overlapped in explanation, but you were already leaving them on the dance floor, heading towards the bar to order another cocktail. Neither dared to follow you in fear of making shit worse.

“Fuck you, Abby.” Ellie groaned, her eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. “You pulled that shit on purpose.”

Abby frowned to herself, suddenly unwilling to make eye contact. This wasn’t at all her plan going into it, but it definitely got you out of Ellie’s arms for the night. She scowled at the ground, her mood turned sour. “She said she’s done with your ass. You need to learn to take a hint when a girl gives you one.”

“Didn’t seem very done to me.” Ellie muttered under her breath, mostly to herself as she stalked off to a far away corner of the club. But Abby heard, and it stung. Because she was right. You were still clearly infatuated with her.

She stood there, in the middle of the dance floor, shitty pop music blaring from the surround speakers. Abby remembered vividly why she rarely goes to these places. Then she glanced over at you slumped slightly in your stool, looking deflated as you sipped on your fruity drink from a straw. The excitement and joy at the beginning of the night was completely absent from you. She missed your sunny smile from moments ago.

Shit. She really needed to fix this.

[katthyacinth]

Voxs "Buisness Meeting"

Vox asks the reader to meet him purely to discuss her contract and "business" but we all know that ain't true.

A day after your music video shoot with vox tek and brief encounter with the overlord himself you get a message from your assistant.

-Ma'am Mr. Voxs assistant has informed me your meeting with Vox has been finalized for Thursday 7pm. Ok then thanks Nessi!-

Your heartbeat sped up as you read the text it was nerve racking to say the least. this was the CEO of the company you worked for and one of the most powerful overlords who last time you spoke he casually mentioned he killed the camera guy who made you have to do the reshoot in the first place.

Quite frankly you were scared, scared of the powerful man he was you weren't afraid to admit that. However a thought you were afraid to have was to think about the way he had towered over you, the claustrophobic yet comforting feeling when he walked you onto set. Unlike your horrible ex, you felt safer when you felt the electric buzz radiating from his body. You stop your thoughts and sit up. Preparing yourself mentally for Voxs business meeting.

Vox stood in the penthouse looking out the floor-to-ceiling windows over the Vees empire. He was the most powerful person in hell but why did hesitation flash in his mind when he thought about you. He could control everything and everyone in hell but you. You refused a soul contract you were free, and you couldn't be controlled in fact, he thought you might have some demon power to control others like he did. That didn't frighten him though because he was still an overlord and you were still nothing, right?

The elevator bell dinged and he watched as you walked out. The outfit you had on shared a similar shade of blue to that of his own, he wondered if you did it on purpose. Of course, you couldn't have, right? He needed to get out of his head he was the one with the power.

"Ah siren lovely to see you please sit." He gestures as he walks over to the living area of the penthouse.

You both sit and you staighten your back in anticipation, hands in your lap, as you nervously wait for him to speak.

"Now because your contract with Velvet isn't soul binding I have some things I would like to discuss. " his voice was low, there was no more sickly sweet tone to it only a slight sinister sound.

"I want to make sure you wont betray us, or leave us, I mean why would you want to right? we have given you everything, You can trust us" as he spoke his eye changed, his pupil became a red and black swirl and odd color as you looked at it quizicly.

"I mean of course? So does that mean you have more stuff you want me to sign?" you ask confused. His expression glitches for a second as he clears his throat taken aback for some reason.

Nothing Happened

"close my dear, I want collatoral. Tell me a secret. Or give me something that means much to you." he regains his composure smirking.

"ah so blackmail?" you raise your eyebrow scoffing slightly.

"this is hell my dear" he responds as you ponder for a moment. You then smile sadly after some time leaning forward to whisper something to him. The proximity makes him shiver slightly. As you finish speaking he smiles, a chesire cat grin.

"That will do doll pleasure doing buisness." he clears his throat his usual chipper demenour returning. "now then I don't think I would be a good host if I didn't offer. The chefs are cooking dinner, care to stay?"

He was esstatic that you agreed. he needed to fish out more info on you no matter what especially after that secret you told him. You had him hook line and sinker you didn't even know. He needed everything there was to know about you.

Unfortunatly he got very little. You spend a tense hour long dinner with the most powerful overlord in the pentagram as you hollowly laugh at his banter. He talks of his company, success overall just himself in an attempt to get some reaction out of you until you finally bid your farewell. When the elevator door finally closes both of you take a sigh. Vox sits back down in the penthouse. Why didn't his hypnosis work? The secret you told him, was that really even true? Who were you really? The chill he felt when you had gotten close to him" He rubbed his temples in frustration at the thought.

You breathe a sigh of relief as the elevator desends back to the lobby. That man, he was indeed quite strange. A million questions swim in your head too, questions that can wait for another day. As you slouch back into the car you cant help but feel your being watched. A feeling that you brush off to deal with another day. Its probably nothing right?

You trust everythings ok

Pt 5 pt 7

[nelselfships]

Shinji Hirako x Reader

one shot (smut)

⊱ ♡ f!reader, mirror sex, p0rn with little plot, around 4k words

⊱ ♡ my first nsfw one shot so if any errors please let me know!

Low jazz music was playing in the back, and people were dancing on dance floor, with colorful lights spinning around the room slowly. Some where sitting in their booths smoking and drinking alcohol. The lights were dim, but enough to see the waitress walking towards me. She was dressed in a normal bartender attire, carrying a glass of whiskey in her hand. I grabbed the drink from her, shooing her away with my free hand. Already on the fifth drink of the night getting completely wasted. Everything seemed so sluggish and perplexed, time moving by slower tonight than usual after the busy day at work you had.

I took a drink of the alcohol beverage in my cup and sighed. I sat the drink back on the table, using my finger and making circles around the rim of it. I heard foot steps walking up behind me, they started to mumble something about checking a girl out and how they totally should get it, typical guy talk. I rolled my eyes hoping that they weren’t talking about me. And to turn out, they we’re talking about you. One of the guys sat across you giving a cocky smirk. I pinched the bridge of my nose and let out a breath of annoyance. “No I will not fuck you and no I will not go out with you.” I looked back up at him with his smirk gone with in an instance.

“What did you say little bitch?” he had a furious tone to his voice, the smell of beer lingering out of his mouth causing me to nearly gag. I placed my hands down on the table for support to stand up and leaned over a bit. “I said i’m not here for fuck boys. Now get lost.” I slowly made my way, away from the booth. I might’ve been drunk, but I know how to keep my guard up when it’s needed. I heard footsteps charging towards me but they went to a sudden stop not a few seconds afterwards. I turned around to see some men holding him back, preventing him from doing anything rash. I waved them off and headed to the dance floor since the music beat is built up a bit more.

Everyone was on their feet moving around to the beat of the song that was playing. I joined in a long in the middle of the song, dancing as if there was no tomorrow.

The song was near at its end. I was watching the people that were all around me and started moving to the beat with my eyes closed. Bad decision, especially with so much alcohol in me, I tripped, yeah, that happened.

“Ouch! Yer okay doll face?” I lifted myself a bit off of the man that I tripped on top of. My face flushed a bit at the nickname that the stranger gave me. I pushed myself off of him, reaching out a hand to help the guy up. After helping the man, I straightened out my clothes that were scrunched up from the fall. “I’m fine, I should be asking you that question.” I gave him a small smirk and cocked a brow. The man chuckled at my response. He did the same with his attire he had on.

I got a little bit of a better look at him now that i was finally off the ground. His hair was blonde with a long straight line style. Very different from any other guy you have saw in your life, but not a bad choice in it. He had a cheeky grin and soft brown eyes. “Little pain in the head, but i’ll be alright doll. Anyways, yer have a name?” I put a strand of loose hair that was in front of my vision behind me ear. “It’s (y/n), and you?” I asked in return.

“Cute name, fits that cute face of yers. The names Shinji, so yer by yourself?” a blushed crept across my face from the compliment. “I actually came here with a few friends, but they ditched me to go hangout with some guys.” I rolled my eyes, “I see, say, wanna dance with me?” he asked holding out his hand, seeing if I would accept it or not. I shrugged my shoulders, “Sure, I don’t see what one dance could hurt.” I laughed thinking about the fall that happened earlier.

I accept his hand and he pulled me closer to him. Chest against chest, and I swore my face was redder than a tomato. Good thing the lights were dim and not bright enough to see. Our bodies were against each other, moving to the beat of the trap genre going on now. He kept me close from making anymore fall accidents. It felt, warm, being close like this… what am I thinking? I just met this stranger and i’ve already done blushed several times tonight. I slightly shook my head to myself and let loose on my thoughts again.

The song was at a end, the lights lit back up to its natural lighting, and my heart was racing fast, sweating a bit from all the movement. “Yer a natural doll face.” he winked at me, our breaths trying to catch back up to us. Yep, that broke the straw, my blush was bright and he noticed it. I chuckled a bit from the compliment, “Thanks, you’re one yourself.” I gave him a light smile. He walked up towards me, wrapping an arm around my neck.

He sticked his tongue out at me for a second and I noticed the silver ball on it. “So how bout’ I treat yer a drink?” he asked, snapping me out of my thoughts. I nodded my head and he grabbed my hand leading me back to the booths. Looks like they got that creep to leave. I sat down beside him after we ordered what we wanted. We talked for a bit about our favorite music genres, stuff like that, and it turns out we had quite a good bit in common.

Our drinks finally arrived. I went to cross my legs, and they accidentally grazed his leg and I moved them away immediately. “I’m so sorry!” I apologized. But it didn’t take too long before he placed his hand on my thigh for a second, letting me know that I didn’t have to move away and that it was okay. I started to feel warm, my face flushed deep red, moving my thigh, back against his.

I took another sip of my whiskey, I sat the glass back down, looking over to the man now fixing his tie and the collar around his neck. The room felt too hot, I shouldn’t of drank another one. I looked at the time on my phone and it was hitting close to twelve a.m…. IT’S 12 A.M.? “Oh shit, I forgot to let my mom know I was going to be staying late, fuck.” I let out a low growl tone. He looked over at me a little worried. “She probably already locked the door and went to bed.” I let out a sigh.

“If yer want, yer can stay over my place tonight? I can understand if yer don’t want to, but I can’t just let a pretty girl sleep outside yer know?” I thought about it for a minute, and I didn’t want to disturb my mom, so I left her a little message that I would be staying at a friends house tonight, she would’ve freaked out if I told her I was going to stay at a random guys place, even though i’m grown, she still treats me like i’m young. “Sure.” I looked up at him with a smile. His smile widened as well showing his teeth. “Alright we’ll leave in a bit. My place ain’t too far from here so we can walk.” he said guzzling down the last bit of his drink. I did the same.

We finally arrived at his house. He unlocked the door inviting me in. I walked in, elegant chandeliers, and ornate furnishings exuded an air of sophistication that left me in awe. It had a sweeping staircase, high ceilings, and intricate details gave a sense of majesty and splendor that was fit for royalty. “Nice place you got.” I said slowly walking around scoping everything out. “Yeah, yer like it? Oh, let me lead you to the guest room.” He motioned me to follow him.

I walked behind him up the stairs, down the hallway on the far right, he opened the door and I followed behind him in. The room was nicely clean, and the bed comforter was made of red silk with a small sofa on the other side of the room. “Might not be the best but it beats being outside.” he laughed a bit. “Yeah,” you let out a whisper like tone. He sat down on the bed and you sat right down beside him. Legs so close to touching each other. “Oh, hey Shinji, I’ve been meaning to ask, when you sticked your tongue out earlier, I noticed you had a piercing there, why is that if you don’t mind me asking, you don’t usually see a lot of guys with that kind of stuff.” I asked, that was the dumbest thing I could’ve asked. He cocked a brow at me again.

“Oh yer curious about that? Well, I only have it for a few reasons really. I like the aesthetic of it, and plus, it gives great pleasure when yer know.” he said starting to face towards me, moving his eyes down my body. I blushed at the thought of a metal ball, rubbing down there. I started to feel hot. He saw me blushed and smirked. A low “Oh,” was all I could let out.

“Yer ever felt one?” he asked me. The heat between my legs started to feel more warm. I really did drink too much… why am I getting so turned on by the thought of what one would feel like? I shook my head to answer him. “Would yer like a demonstration?” he asks and my face definitely went to a beat red. I gripped the bed sheets under my hand and didn’t give an answer. He could tell by my actions of what I wanted by how I was reacting. “It’s a simple yes or no doll face. It’s cool if yer not comfortable with it.” he reassured me. I let out a low answer, “I’m okay with it.” you didn’t see it but you could feel that he had a grin on his face.

He placed a hand on top of mine slowly, intertwining our fingers, and took his two fingers from his other hand, placed them under my chin, and lifted my head for me to face him. I was a blushing mess, about to sleep with a person I just met. Both of our eyelids slowly closing as our faces neared each other. Our lips met not a few seconds afterward. At first it was a soft kiss, leading up to where we were fighting each other for entrance of the others mouth. I gave in and let his tongue explore. I never felt the silver ball around my tongue as well, and with each time it’s touching it, it’s sending shivers down my spine.

He moved his two fingers that were under my chin, and placed that hand on my thigh.

He bit my lip, dragging it down a bit with his teeth. The tension between us was high. I tried to held back, but I couldn’t, I let out a low, soft moan. He grinned in the kiss, and started making soft sucks and bites going down my neck, not hard enough to actually hurt me. He slid his hand that was on my thigh up more, where it was making its way under my black dress. My lips trembling a bit, wanting more than what he’s teasing me with. A whimper escaped my lips and he went to a slow stop.

“Was that a whimper I heard?” he said seductively, “Shinji… please, don’t stop.” I begged him, placing my hand on his that was on my thigh. He moved his way up to my ear whispering “Keep begging me like that and I might just go even longer to hear it some more.” he nibbled my earlobe. I let out a gasp, placing my hand on his chest. He place his hand on the fabric of my panties, rubbing it up and down slowly, feeling the wetness through it. “My my how long have you been like that? Yer completely soaked baby doll.” he said, making his way back down my neck to my collar bone. “Can’t say.” I smarted to him.

“Keep being cocky like that and maybe I won’t let yer feel it.” he smirked, I pouted as he went back to sucking on my collar bone.

He backed up and told me to stand up so he could take my dress off easily. I did as told. I covered up my upper body in embarrassment and blushed. “Yer don’t have to cover up doll face, cmon and let me see.” I lowered my hands down to the sides of my hips, and my bra and panties was exposed. I turned to face away from him, biting my lip. He was walking closer to me, he lifted his hand and cupped my cheek with it. “Yer look beautiful, no need to be embarrassed.” I looked up at him, gave him a light smile and placed my hand over his. I closed the gap between us with our lips, making a slow passionate kiss.

I was walking backwards to the bed while he was still kissing me, laying me down softly, pinning my hands above my head. The kiss was building up and my tongue made an entrance through his mouth this time. He was on top of me, sliding a leg between my thighs. I gasped from the friction of his leg pushing lightly against me there. He grinned into the kiss hearing the noise that came out of me.

He got up off of me, starting to unbutton his shirt. His slim figure was shown. My eyes were half lidded, glued onto him. Panting like a dog that’s been playing for to long. He next undid his belt, gosh the way his fingers were working around it. I blushed looking away focusing on my thoughts. After the belt was off the pants were next. He slid those down along with his boxers with nothing but pure skin showing. I looked back over at him. For a slim guy, he sure was pretty big. He dimmed the lights in the room. The man started to walk towards me grabbing my hand softly leading me up off the bed.

He led me to a small sofa that was sitting in the room, and a mirror was placed not to far in front of it. “What… are we doing?” I asked him curiously, not sure of what the man is planning. He wore a smirk on his face, looking over his shoulder to me. “You’ll see soon enough doll face.” he says, turning his head back around.

He sat on the sofa that the mirror was in front of. He snapped his fingers then pointed to me then next he pointed to the floor in front of him. I walked over, and sat on my knees on the ground facing him. “Turn around,” I did as the man said, and turned to face the mirror, looking at both of our bodies. My face flushed once more. He placed his fingers through my hair, sliding it all to one side, leaving the other side completely open. I could feel his breath against my neck, sending shivers all throughout my body. He placed a peck there and started to undo the hook of my bra in the back, taking it off, and tossing it to the side completely, not caring about where it lands. Leaving my chest fully exposed.

“Take them off.” he whispered in my ear, causing my eyes to open up wide. I started sliding down the hem fabric of my panties. I tossed them to the side, not caring about where they’re landing along with the matching bra. He reached his arms over my shoulder, long enough to touch my knees that were curled up to my chest. I looked at his hands, eyes half lifted. “Open them.” he commanded, tapping my legs. I slowly started to spread them open, revealing nothing but what was between them. He lifted my head up to look at us in the mirror.

My face was complete red, he had a smirk growing on his face. “Look at how pitiful yer look, a face so desperate to be touched.” I turned my gaze away from the mirror and he commanded me to look again. “Do yer wanna be touched doll face?” he asked. I was silent for a minute, nothing but thoughts about how bad I wanted this man to touch me. “I’ll ask ya again, yer got to let me know what yer want if yer want me to give it to yer. So what would it be beautiful?” he asked again. “I… I wanna be… touched…by you.” I could see through the mirror that damn smirk growing even bigger.

“There yer go.” he said, almost sounding like a whisper. He softly took his hand, and guided it to butterfly between my legs. He started to rub it a bit, I let out a moan of pleasure and tried to grab a hold of his hand but he slapped it away. I looked at him in shock through the mirror. “It’s my turn right now baby doll, wait patiently for yer turn.” he said, going back to rubbing it for a bit, it caught you by surprise when he inserted a finger inside of you. He was watching your reactions through the mirror, and you could feel his member hardening behind your neck. Is he getting off by watching and messing with me?

He placed a soft kiss, sucking on my neck, leaving trails of marks from him. He kept thrusting his fingers inside of me, with each hit causing me to gasp and moan, him hitting every good spot. I could feel myself building up, with my walls tightening around his fingers. As soon as he felt it, he took them right out. “Not so fast doll, cant have yer cumming without feeling with what yer was so curious about.” he said, smirking like an asshole.

He sat on the floor in front of me, spreading my legs apart. Small kisses up my thigh, making my breath hitch with every kiss that he’s getting near. He made his way up, breathing and kissing me down there, making my breath hitch again. He licked me and a soft moan escaped my lips. “Ngh, Shinji, that feels… amazing.” I breathed out slowly. His tongue along with the piercing felt too good. He grinned into me, and went back to licking me. My hands found their way to the top of his hair, gripping onto it.

After continuously licking on me, I felt myself building back up again, my legs barely lifting up. Toes curling with the feeling of pleasure running through my body. “Please, don’t stop Shinji…” I moaned out at the end, him hearing his name being moaned made him go even crazier. Sticking his tongue inside of me, made me felt too good. I grasped his hair a little bit tighter, letting him know that I was almost at my high. “Shinji, i’m… i’m about to…” my back arched, releasing the pleasure that was all built up inside of me.

I started to feel sensitive, and I tried pushing him away, “S-Shinji, that’s enough!” I gasped out, he finally gave in and backed away a bit, sliding his bangs back. “Sorry babe, just couldn’t help it, yer tasted so fucking good.” he says, licking the corner of his mouth, causing my face to heat up. I patted my cheeks, trying to regain some sense back into me.

He stood back up and made his way back to the couch and sat back down. I still sat in the floor, on my knees, but I turned around to face him. His cock was hard, in front of my face. I looked up at him, “Go ahead and have a taste doll face.” my face flustered, lifting my hand, and placing it around his member. He started to twitch from the touch of my hand, and I place a gentle kiss on the tip of it. He looked down at me, and looked back up to the mirror. His hands moved to my hair, pulling it back gently, to get the loose strands out of my face.

I licked him, getting a taste of the salty, but sweet skin. I opened my mouth, putting him down whole, inside of my throat. Shinji bit his lip, “Fuck, doll face, yer mouth feels so good… so warm.” he groaned out. No sounds but the gagging noises, every time my head goes down on him.

“I… don’t think i’m gonna… last much longer.” he said, gripping my hair tight, shoving me down more, causing tears to pour out of my eyes from the lack of oxygen. He pushed my head down one more time, releasing his warm, thick liquid inside of my mouth. After he finished, I felt snot pouring out of my nose and sweat dripping off my face along with the soft tears. I let his cock slowly make his way out of my mouth, panting, trying to regain the air I lost. I heard him panting, eyes were squint closed, feeling relieved from the pleasure.

I looked up at him, and I saw his eyes, half lidded, looking down at me. He leaned forward, wiping my tears away and snot around my nose off.

“Yer so beautiful doll.” he says, pulling my bangs out of my face, kissing my forehead. I blushed a bit, and stood up. He stood up along with me, gently grabbing my hand, helping guiding me to the bed that he now is laying on. I crawled into the bed beside him, laying down, placing a hand on his chest. He pulled the covers over us, turned towards me, placing a soft kiss on my nose. “I’ll take you home tomorrow, let’s get some rest okay?” all I could mumble was a “yeah.” and my eyelids where closed. Snuggled into his chest. Hearing his heart beat.

[vincent-4ever]

Obey me brothers: boyfriend headcanons

Gender neutral reader

Tw: A bit suggestive in Asmodeus' part?

(This is my first fan fic so don't expect it to be perfect + not proofread)

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● Lucifer

When he's working he likes to have you by his side. Dealing with his brothers is already enough, so when he's filling out papers which is probably the only alone time he gets, he likes to have you there. Your warm presence, your smile, you bring him joy by simply just existing.

Occasionally, when this happens, he'll have classical music on in the background. So sometimes, when he's in a flirty/good mood, he'll invite you to slow dance with him.

I don't think he's really into public affection, I feel like the most he'll do in public is give you a peck on the cheek.

He definitely calls you some classic pet names like prince/princess, doll, baby, babe, my love, and darling.

Sometimes when he's deep in a conversation with Diavolo, he'll slip out a "oh that reminds me of this time when me and y/n—" and then he quickly realizes his mistake.

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● Mammon

He's very clingy. He comes to your room a lot, sleeps in the same bed as you, and the list goes on.

I feel like he would sometimes randomly hug or kiss you, in public or when you're alone. He's probably into showing you off in public, he'd walk around with his hand around your waist, or holding your hand.

I can imagine he tries to teach you how to gamble. He will try to get you to play poker with him a lot. Despite him trying to "teach you" you win every time. I can imagine him using this as an excuse. "Listen, I just wanna win this time ya hear! It's not like I enjoy playin' with ya or anything!"

I feel like he would bring you with him whenever he has a photoshoot for a magazine or something. Whether you're taking the photo with him, or you're behind the camera, he enjoys knowing that you're there. It comforts him, and he's probably thinking about how you're probably thinking how hot he is. (Considering you're reading this you probably think that often)

For pet names, I feel like it could be the most random thing. One day it's my boy/my girl, darling, babe, and then the next day he accidentally calls you Goldie. (He's fully convinced you're jealous of Goldie btw)

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●Leviathan

He isn't very clingy at first, but overtime he'll become more clingy to you. Like, at first, he will be too scared to even hold your hand. So sometimes he'll randomly ask you when he finally gets enough courage to hold your hand.

PLEASE make him fully aware he means the world to you! He loves you with all his heart. Despite feeling this way, poor Levi is too scared to go past holding your hand in public. He thinks everyone will judge you guys because "you're too good for him, looks and personality wise," so whenever you get the chance PLEASE watch anime with him, read manga with him, and play video games with him. And also remind him of how much you love him, or he'll start to think you hate him :(

He would definitely go to cons in the human world with you. And with enough convincing him about how you guys won't be judged, he'll try to match with you. Whether you're matching with characters from your favorite anime/show/video game, or his, he's totally down! When getting into cosplay, if you need help he'll probably also help you, or at least try to. If he can't in the very end, he'll get Asmo to help.

When he first introduced you to Henry, he started ranting about TSL, and Henry of course. After about a good 10-20 minutes he'll freak out and apologize saying how he must have been annoying, and if you say you don't mind he'll continue to rant about it :)

For pet names, I feel like he would be very nervous with this. I feel like he mainly calls you by a shortened version of your name if you have one, or your name. But when you're doing something together like reading manga, watching anime, or playing video games he'll accidentally call you "bae" or "sweetie" without thinking. After you're done, and you go to your room around 12 or 1 AM, he'll realize that he said that and start blushing and covering his face with a pillow or something.

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● Satan

Since Lucifer doesn't allow Satan to have a cat, or anyone else to have a cat, Satan thought sneaking one in your room would be best. He calls it "plan cat in y/n's room because Lucifer would never break y/n's heart," in short, when Lucifer found out which was only a week after it happened, he forced you to give the cat to an adoption center.

I feel like Satan would like to read books to you. Bedtime story? You got it! Maybe you just feel like hearing an interesting story? He will definitely find a book to read to you! And not only does he read them to you, he recommends many books to you. Sometimes he comes to your room just to ask if you finished the book he gave you. If you didn't, he'll probably do that weird partner thing you do in school, you know when one of you holds one page and the other holds the other? I feel like he would be a very fast reader so he'll take his time with you, asking when you're ready to go to the next page.

He'll go to the human world to go on Cat cafe dates with you. He'll probably end up accidentally showing the cats more affection than you to you though.

He would definitely take you to a bookstore, probably for a first date too. He probably does this to see what kind of books you like, so he can recommend/lend you some in the future. If you like mangas more than novels/chapter books, he'll ask Levi what he could recommend to you, or buy you.

Since I feel like Satan is into very subtle public affection, he calls you pet names in public. Probably the same pet names as Lucifer but add "kitten" in the mix. Also, with public affection, he doesn't do it a lot, but when he does he's only holding your hand or giving you a peck on the cheek, this is mainly because while he enjoys it, he prefers your sweet moments together to be you two alone.

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● Asmodeus

The walking definition of public affection. He will take your hand and drag you to different clothing stores. When you try on clothes he picked for you, he'll grab your waist and literally start making out with you. Right there and then. He's the avatar of lust, and he can't help himself. Seeing you in the clothes that HE picked, makes him feel happy.

He wants to cuddle you every night. If you fall asleep before he even enters the room, he'll join you. If you're reading a book, or playing on your D.D.D, he'll lay down next to you, hug you, and lay his head on your chest and slowly fall asleep.

He will help you with your makeup. Especially if you enjoy a unique style of makeup, or you're cosplaying. He enjoys doing unique makeup looks, and he loves how good you look when he's done. He has to hold back kissing you because he doesn't wanna ruin your makeup.

He would probably bathe with you, because he claims he knows the secret to silky soft hair, or the perfect skincare routine. It's all excuses to spend alone time with him. When you're out of the bath, he'll show you his skincare routine, and have you do it with him.

He ADORES pet names! I feel like he uses Darling, My love, sweetie/my sweet/sweetie pie, hon/honey, cutie, and baby a lot. And when you guys are on a date or taking a nap together, he'll use pet names very often, and would also call you adorable in the same sentence. I feel like he would do this in public so everyone knows you're his, because he loves having a partner as beautiful as he is.

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● Beelzebub

He knows all the best restaurants, and brings you to them. Sometimes he occasionally accidentally eats your food or takes a big bite, but he'll apologize shortly after. He'll probably end up buying you more food but end up taking a bite again, and he eventually gives up.

He doesn't show much emotion, but I feel like when you're sad, he's completely MISERABLE. I feel like it's the same for most brothers, but everyone hides it but him. He will come up to your room with snacks, which he either ate almost all of it or all of it.

He isn't really big on public affection. I don't think he feels like he needs to hold your hand, or kiss you in public to prove he loves you. Infact, I don't think he's very touchy at all. Yeah you kiss a lot, but it's usually when you're alone.

Every time Belphie plans something with him, he invites you. He doesn't like to think you're alone.

I don't really know about pet names. I feel like if he called you a pet name like he tried pet names out before, like he probably called you 'honey' and immediately got hungry. So he either calls you by your name or a shortened version if you have one.

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● Belphegor

A lot of naps. And I'm also assuming since he has a body pillow, he enjoys cuddling with you while you fall asleep together. He probably clings on to you, and buries his face into your chest.

I feel like he LOVES it when you play with his hair. Like he loses himself when you do it. He'll just be leaning on your shoulder and you'll be playing with his hair and he'll fall asleep faster than usual.

Very protective of you, but doesn't do anything about it. He gets really jealous and mad when he sees someone hitting on you, especially when everyone knows you're his. He will probably say something rude to them and drag you away at most.

I wouldn't say he's obsessed with public affection but I feel like in cafes he will lean his head on your shoulder. He would also kiss you on the cheek sometimes.

For pet names, I feel like he would use prince/princess, star, baby, babe, and of course, a shortened version of your name if you have one.

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Thank you for reading this is my first actual fanfic! If you have suggestions pls do suggest them. :) (No nsfw)

[burntmolk]

Here is a list of media from my childhood that we as a society should talk about because at this point I'm starting to believe they aren't real and I hallucinated them

1. MAKE IT POP

Since this show's music was inspired by kpop I think we should treat the show's music group xo-iq like they are a real kpop group. Pick your biases (mines Sun hi) make and sell photo cards of them treat the drama that goes on in the show like scandals go crazy (also the songs are really good and i still listen to them to this day)

2. BACKSTAGE

The way I thought the guy in the picture was Shawn Mendes for the longest time anyways this show was the most drama my middle school brain could handle I need to rewatch it somehow

3. I DIDN'T DO IT

Not that I was a fan of this show, I just feel like nobody acknowledges it's existence theme song's a banger though

4. STAR DARLINGS

I didn't read the books because I'm not a nerd but I did watch most of the show I love the character designs I need to draw them. Also luz from the owl house's voice actor plays the punk drummer I think that's pretty cool

5. KAWAII CRUSH

This was a miniature doll line and the dolls were actually SO CUTE I had all the ones shown above (the panda was my fav) along with a bear themed one that also came with a car wish I still had them (I only have the panda now 😔) I need Lululoopsy to get on this I need to know what happened to these dolls

6. CANIMALS

orange cat is my favorite

7. ANGELO RULES

Absolute menace if a child the lengths he goes to just to get his way is actually insane

8. QUIET PLEASE

If I win the lottery I won't tell but there will be signs... for example BUYING THE FULL VERSION OF THIS GAME SO I CAN FINALLY BEAT IT

9. MICKEY'S CASTLE OF ILLUSIONS

This game actually ate so hard and I have such a distinct memory of beating it at my aunt's house while Kill Bill was on during elementary school anyways watch me become a streamer and stream this game

10. HEARTS FOR HEARTS GIRLS

ME AND MY SISTER HAVE THE 5 ORIGINAL HEARTS FOR HEARTS GIRLS DOLLS WE WIN anyways our dad bought us these because for every doll you buy they give money to the real girls the dolls were inspired by which is pretty neat

[charmingsoa]

✶ Where the Wild Things Are: Prequel ✶ ■ 1960s Sons of Anarchy story ■

⌃ Jax Teller/ OC x Thomas Teller/OC ⌃

Warning: Please read with caution. This story will include: drug use, physical, verbal, and sexual abuse. miscarriages, sexual content, alcohol use, homicide, cursing, etc. ★ If You would like to be tagged in future updates, simply leave your username in the comments.

When I look back on my life – I often wonder if I made the right choices when I was younger. I obviously got to my place in life because of what happened all those years ago in California. Hell, there were times when I didn’t even think I would make it out alive. Growing up, my parents were very strict – almost authoritarian. My father had fought for his country in WWII and my mother was your typical housewife. The picture-perfect look was what they strived for – putting my brothers and I in whatever activities they could. There were structured rules that were drilled into our heads from day one.

No elbows on the table Respect your parents and your elders Girls and woman are to bow down to menfolk and do what they’re told. Women are forbidden to wear pants or short skirts. Girls can attend secondary school but will not be allowed to attend college. Marriage, motherhood, and the act of obeying your husband is the most important role in a woman’s life.

I distinctly remember my father telling me that if I wanted to dress like a whore, I can plant myself on the side of the highway and start making a living for myself. I spent most of my childhood bowing down to everything my father said. He instilled that fear in me as a young girl – always being on the back end of his belt or switch if I was “bad” enough. I was the only daughter – I needed to be picture perfect and like a doll. My mother would stand idly by as he inflicted his abuse on me – only doing so because he loved and cared about me.

Total bullshit if you ask me.

I guess you can say with all the structure and ruling that fell at the hand of my father – you wouldn’t be surprised to hear that I rebelled. Starting at the early age of 13, I snuck out of the house to meet the boys from the wrong sides of the tracks. We would listen to the devil’s music as my father called it – getting high as kites.  My flower-patterned dress would be hiked up above my waist – my legs wrapped tightly around the guy’s hips – as they pounded into me. My mother always preached that a girl should stay pure until the night of their wedding -giving the gift of virginity to their awaiting husband.

 I lost that gift behind the First Methodist Church to a kid three grades ahead of me. It was meaningless and hurt like hell, but after that I couldn’t get enough.

By the time I hit 16, I had fucked half the senior class. I gained a reputation as the 10th grade slut – willing to do anything and anyone. Now, was this true – partially. I didn’t care if you were the ugliest guy in class – if you had a dick then I was ready and willing. I was never one to seek the guys out first. They would come to me and a couple minutes later they would be making me cum. There were rumors that I was a child prostitute – my parents were less than thrilled to hear that be brought up during a meeting with the principal.

At that point, I was pulled out of the school and sent to an all-girls catholic school about 45 minutes from home. My father made sure to drive me every day and would stay on the premises until school was over. Even if I wanted to ditch class and run away, Roy Landry was watching like a fucking hawk. I managed to mellow out a little once I graduated high school – I guess being locked up like Rapunzel will do that to people. I wasn’t allowed to go to prom – parties thrown by the other girls - I was isolated in my room. While my brothers were living their lives, I was stuck watching Walter Cronkite on the CBS Evening News with Brenda and Roy ever night.

I’m sure you’re trying to figure out where I’m going with all this information – I swear it’s important given the truth you’re about to hear.

A girl who hitchhiked all the way to California- fell in love with two brothers who despised each other – watching as they both fell into the pits of hell by creating the most dangerous motorcycle gang in Northern Cali – my story has to start somewhere, right?

[bleach-your-panties]

Sincember Event❄️❄️

🔴Post Info: UA is an HBCU. Reader is black. The boys are Alphas and Reader is a Delta. Katsuki is frat prez, because we all know he's mixed🤣

🔴I had to do a lot of research on reindeer for this, lmao.

Rating: Suggestive🍭

"Baby! Oh my God! You look so pretty and dainty. Just like a deer!"

You couldn't help but laugh at Eiiji; he always got so enthusiastic watching you get dolled up for parties.

Tonight, Alpha Phi Alpha is hosting their annual Naughty vs Nice Christmas party. It's a costume party, so all frat members and pledges are required to dress up.

Eiji is pledging along with some of his classmates: Denki, Mashairo, Izuku, and Mineta.

The junior and senior members (Katsuki, Hanta, Shoji, and Shoto) had specifically instructed the pledges to dress up as Santa's reindeer while all of them would dress as elves. Katsuki, would of course be dressed as Santa.

With you being Eiijiro's girlfriend of a year now, of course he'd be bringing you along with him to this event. 

Everyone who was anyone would be there, and lots of girls from your sorority, Delta Sigma Theta, would be there as well.

“Thank you, Eiiji! You’re such a cutie. Hey sweetie pie, will you please pass me my lip gloss on the desk over there?” 

Your sweet, redheaded boyfriend nodded happily and got up from his seat on your bed to grab the makeup product for you. “Uh, baby, which one is it? There’s like fifty of them.”

His red eyes stared down at your makeup table which contained various products for primping. 

The lip gloss you were speaking of was contained in a small jar. You had ordered it from one of your favorite Etsy shops.

With a small giggle, you walked over to help him out. 

“This one, pumpkin. The lip creams. Thank you for trying, boo.” He blushed when you pecked him on the temple with your soft, plump lips.

Eiijiro, like the gentleman that he was, pulled out your vanity chair so you could sit down and apply the gloss, called Red Hot, to your pouty lips. After adding some lipliner and blending, your ensemble for the evening was finally complete.

“Okay, I’m ready, Eiiji.”

“Awesome! Well, let’s get to prancing then, my lovely little ungulate lady!” 

“Ooo, big word! I see you’ve been studying your vocabulary lists!” He nodded profusely, making the antler headband atop his head bounce around.

Most of your peers think that Eiijiro is just a big, dumb jock but that couldn’t be further from the truth.

The two of you often have study dates in the campus coffee shop or either of your dorm rooms. 

He knows that if he wants to stay on the football team and keep his scholarship that he’ll have to study extremely hard and you’re more than glad to help him out with his goals.

Your roommate, Mina, who just so happens to be a childhood friend of Eiiji’s, is almost never in the room so that gives the two of you a lot of alone time.

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The Party

“Hey! The golden couple has finally arrived, now shit can finally start getting interesting!” Denki bounded over to the two of you, his own set of antlers bobbing on his messy blonde bedhead. He threw an arm around Kirishima’s shoulders. 

“Who are you supposed to be? Dasher?” You giggled as Eiijiro put Denki in a headlock with his elbow. 

“Hey, did you guys know that Santa’s reindeer are actually all females? Because, you know, male reindeer actually shed their antlers and Santa’s are always depicted with their antlers.” Eiiji piped up, happy to share his knowledge.

“Wow, dude…that was uh, very thorough. Never would have pegged you for a biology major.” Denki snickered, along with Mineta who’d just strolled up.

“Don’t try to play my baby. He’s a biology and exercise science double major, so don’t do him.” You gave Eiijiro a peck on the lips, your gloss not even smearing. 

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Beefcake’s got brains and brawn, blah blah. Let’s get fucked up!” 

Denki and Mineta high-fived before disappearing into the crowd.

That’s when you heard the music start up: 

Unh, how you do that?

I’m trying to pursue that

“Oh shit, Eiiji, they’re playing our songs! You ready?!” 

Eiijiro’s grin grew wide across his face and he licked over his sharp canines. One had a ruby red gem implanted in it.

“Ready when you are, babe!”

The two of you strutted to the middle of the dance floor, the party-goers immediately parted the sea and made room for the both of you.

This was the norm for you and Eiijiro whenever you attended Greek parties: your dancing always made you both the center of attention.

Drop it down on a nigga, do damage

Booty moving left to right, it’s panoramic

You bent down in front of Eiiji and touched your toes before sliding your hands up your legs. He grabbed you by your ‘reigns’ and made your ass collide hard with his crotch.

Panoramic, it’s panoramic

Panoramic, it’s panoramic

Drop it down on a nigga, panoramic

Drop it down on a nigga, panoramic

Thanks to you and Mina, he’d become a fantastic dancer. It probably also helps that you're on the dance team while Mina is a cheerleader.

That song hadn’t been playing long when the DJ suddenly switched it up:

All this money on me

All she tryna do is get naked

Naked naked naked

Like a red nose

Like like like like like a red nose

“Oh shit, babe; this one is my fav!” Eiiji hyped and you just laughed. You straightened your back and turned around to face him.

He grabbed your hips and you rested your hands on his forearms while moving your hips side to side with his.

The other patrons had cleared a space for the two of you in the middle of the floor.

All this money on me

Now come take it from a G

All she tryna do is get naked

Naked naked

And she gone shake it

Like a red nose

Like like like like a red nose

And she gone shake it

Like a red nose

Like a like a like a red nose

Eiiji then swiveled you back around and you pressed your ass back up against him. You rubbed it against him seductively then he used his thighs to bounce it from side to side. 

Once again, Eiijiro grabbed your reigns and lifted you up slightly to slam his hips into your ass before letting you drop back down.

And she gone shake it

Like a red nose

Like a like a like a red nose

You twerked your ass from side to side while Eiiji held his arms at his sides then he dipped low and moved side to side with you.

And she gone shake it

Like a red nose

Like like like like a red nose

Eiiji patted your ass cheeks like a drum then grabbed your reigns and lifted his left leg up on the side of you with your ass pressed to his crotch.

And she gone shake it

Like a red nose

Like a like a like a red nose

He continued holding onto them while the two of you yiked faster and faster. The crowd broke out into cheers and applause, even hollering out your names.

After hearing all of the commotion, Katsuki came out, dressed like a cross between Santa and a bodybuilder while Shoto, Shoji, and Hanta trailed after him in red and green elf outfits.

“Brothers!” Eiiji smiled toothily and went in to give Katsuki a bro hug. 

“The oldest and the coldest.” Shoto said in his monotone voice. Hanta snickered.

Katsuki rolled his vermillion eyes and shrugged Kirishima off of him.

"Okay, Rudolph, the Red-Haired Dipshit. Are you two almost done fucking on the dance floor so we can start the damn games?” Eiiji whined as Katsuki didn’t bother waiting for an answer and just walked away.

“Nice dancing!” Hanta gave him a grin and thumbs up before disappearing back through the crowd after Katsuki and the others.

“Come on Eiiji, let’s go show our faces and play stupid beer pong so we can ditch this and get some double-decker nachos.”

“Ooo, nachos! Come on, baby!” With a surprised squeal turned to giggle, you wrapped your arms around your boyfriend’s muscular neck as he scooped you up bridal-style.

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After The Party

“Baby,  -hic- they're -hic- being mean to me again~” Eiiji whined into your plush thighs as you sat criss-cross applesauce on your dorm bed. 

You’d taken off your tight leather pants and now only had on your brown bodysuit. It was so cute how clingy and whiny your handsome boyfriend got when he was drunk. Your acrylic nails stroked his thick, spiked-up locks, making him hum into your lap then nip your thigh with his teeth. One of his big hands gripped the opposite thigh and smacked it.

He also got even more touchy-feely when he was shitfaced like this.

Denki and the others had to help carry him up to your room to keep him from making a complete idiot of himself and ending up getting them arrested for public intoxication.

"Aww, baby, what’s the matter? They wouldn’t let you join in their reindeer games?"

He shook his head sadly and hiccupped again, followed up by a loud belch.

“They said…baby, they said that my nose was too bright…and, and Katsuki said that I couldn’t guide his sleigh tonight!” He lamented, completely distraught. You had to bite down on the back of your hand to keep from laughing at him.

“Yeah baby, I’m pretty sure that Katsuki wouldn’t let you drive his truck in the condition that you’re in right now.” You patted his head.

“It’s not fair!”

With a gentle nudge, you removed his head from your thighs and cupped his cheeks. Leaning down to face him, you kissed both of his reddened cheeks.

Your soft, innocent actions had Eiijiro’s dick standing at full attention in about 2.5 seconds.

He suddenly sat up and grabbed your thighs again, tossing you up towards the headboard. The bounce of your body made him giggle as he hovered over you now.

“Ok, Rudolph, what are you planning?”

"I’m sorry, you just make me so horny, baby. These are horns, right?" He slurred drunkenly. The headband on his head flopped forward and then slid off, landing on your chest.

"Antlers, baby"

"Same thing, right?" He hiccupped again.

You chuckled with a shrug of your shoulders. Eiijiro didn’t seem perturbed though as he reached down to unbutton your bodysuit.

“Can I, baby? I want to make you moan,” He paused, fingers wobbling slightly, “like a wildebeest. Hey, what sound does a reindeer make?"

You were perplexed. "I-I don't know. It's like a moose, right?" 

He shrugged. “Well, whatever it sounds like, I’m about to make you sound like that.”

“Oh, Eiiji, I think you need some water and some Tylenol-” You were cut off as he’d now unsnapped all the buttons and was rubbing your clit through your panties.

"Mmm, baby, let's play some naughty reindeer games of our own, yeah?”

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ʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵍˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵃⁿᵈ ⁱ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᶜᵒᵐᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ🫶🏽

[blurbios]

Trapped

cw: alcohol, a bit suggestive

other: fem! reader, dialogue heavy, dabi is pushy again

chapter three of a birthday outing

As the night went on you tried your best to be in the moment with your friends. You hadn’t realized how much you had to drink until it ran right through you. “Ume!” You tapped her on the shoulder. “I need to pee.”

“Okay? Then go, I think it’s over there.” She pointed you to the neon restroom signs.

“Come with me, please.” You tugged on her hand.

“I can’t, I gotta make a move on Yuki before I give in and get drunk.”

“It’ll be quick.” You tried to convince her.

“If it’ll be quick, then I’m sure you’ll be fine, y/n.”

“Ugh, you’re the worst.” You stood up to make your way through the crowd.

“Love you, too” Ume chimed as she waved at you. As you weaved your way through the bodies occupying the club, you felt the heavy gaze of the stranger fall upon you once again. You didn’t even know where he was, but you knew he was just watching you like it was some weird game. No matter where you went, he knew exactly where you were. You had to wait in line for the bathroom and Dabi took his chance to finally pounce. 

“Hey, excuse me, miss.” He tried to sound kind. 

A jolt of panic shot through your body as you turned to see who it was talking to you. ”Hi, sorry, have we met?” He could barely hear you over the music, but that didn’t matter.

A grin crept onto his face. “No and you don’t need to. Listen, today’s my buddy’s birthday.” He looked down at you, to make sure you were listening. When his azure gaze locked with yours you felt the panic resurge as you nodded along. “He’s a real loner type, so I was wondering if a doll such as yourself would help make his night.”

You broke eye contact when you saw that the line had moved in your peripheral, much to your relief. “Sorry, not interested.” You quickly squeaked out as you moved past him and into the safety of the bathroom. He lifted his hand to yank you back, but managed to stop himself. He stood there for a moment contemplating just following you in, but he remembered that he couldn’t cause a scene because Toga had promised they’d be on their best behavior. He didn’t want to ruin his friend’s night, after all and he was just so close to having you where he wanted. You used the bathroom and promptly washed your hands. As you exited the bathroom you turned directly into him, falling into his trap. 

"There you are." He caged you between his body and the wall. "As I was saying, you don't have to sleep with him or anything, just talk to the poor guy."

"Again, I'm not interested. Please, just leave me alone." You shook your head. 

"All you gotta do is make the guy smile." He roughly grabbed your chin and and jerked your face up to look at him, his blue eyes piercing into you. "You can do that, can't ya?" He breathed into your face. You tried to push him away, but he was an immovable object. He chuckled at your meek attempt at getting away. He grabbed your wrist and yanked you alongside him to their table. "You better play nice." He pushed you into the booth next to the boy in the black hoodie that was still fixated on his phone. Then he sat on the edge of the seat, trapping you once again. You looked around at the strangers sitting around the table and felt yourself growing more anxious by the minute. You glanced over to your table and saw Ume and Yuki talking, at least somebody was having a good time. You wished someone would look at you and see the fear in your eyes, but nobody cared, nobody noticed. Nobody except Dabi, of course, who still had that grin on his face as he watched you struggle to find your footing. He was so proud of himself and he couldn’t wait to see what would happen next.

a/n: oh brother, this chapter is a bit short, but I feel like if i continued with the next chunk the chapter would end up being huge lol sorry it took so long, my brain has not been cooperating as of late, pero we will work through it. i'll prob try to get another chapter out before june because the first week of june i won't be able to come on here. hope you're all doing well as always x ALSO I PROMISE TOMURA AND THE READER WILL INTERACT NEXT CHAPTER LMAO

[arickaandherfictionalothers]

Once upon a Christmas Eve …

(Aricka and Bernard, pre Aricka x Bernard)

(Set in the first Santa Clause movie. 12 year old Aricka is spending Christmas Eve with her uncle and cousin Charlie when something absolutely magical happens…)

(DISCLAIMER: Bernard and Aricka aren’t even remotely romantic at this point in the show. They don’t even acknowledge their feelings for each other until the SECOND movie, when Aricka is 18. Elves age differently than humans, and right now they’re totally best friends. B gives Aricka the magic of Christmas back.)

Aricka could hardly believe her eyes. Just a few hours ago, she was asleep in her uncle Scott’s guest room, barely able to sleep because she was so excited for Christmas the next day-! And now, NOW, she was in Santa’s workshop-!!! Well, technically the stables, but they were headed to Santa’s actual real live WORKSHOP-!

She pinched herself to make sure she wasn’t dreaming; and when it hurt she almost screamed in excitement. Someone walked up beside her as she looked over the balcony down at the lower level of toy making. “What do you think?” She jumps, then looks up at the elf who’d been showing her, her cousin Charlie and her uncle Scott- who was the new Santa himself apparently!- around the factory. She grinned, wiggling in place excitedly.

“Oh, I love it! I don’t ever want to leave!” She exclaimed. “You guys really make all the toys for every good kid in the world?”

“We do. And we have various departments that specialize in different toys,” he says. “Would you like to take a closer look?” The elf- Bernard- had been so stern with her uncle but he was so kind and friendly with her and Charlie. She felt no reason to be afraid. He offered her his hand and she took it, wrapping her other arm around his so she wouldn’t get lost. “What do you like?” He asks, even though he knew her name before she even told him, so he must want to know more about her from her own words.

“I like music,” she says. “I like the American girl dolls! Kit and Kirsten are my favorites. I love to read, I’ve got a whole shelf of books at home with my aunt Laura and uncle Neal.”Bernard listened intently, like he was memorizing every word she said. “I love jewelry, I have my own bracelet making kit at home! I like being creative most. I’ve been in the young authors club at my school the last three years in a row!”

“Wow,” he said enthusiastically. “You seem like a really busy kid! I think know just what to show you.” He walks over to a section of the workshop where a bunch of girl elves were sitting, making-

“BRACELETS!” Aricka gasped. “Oh please; Bernard may I please make one? I’ll be so careful, I won’t break anything!” He laughs, which filled Aricka with a funny sort of warmth; and he guided her over to one of the elves, a pretty blonde haired elf with glitter all over her face and bright green eyes wearing a matching dress with a white cap on her head.

“Rhea; this is Aricka Klein-Calvin. She was wondering if you could help her make some jewelry while she’s here tonight.” Aricka’s eyes widen and she looks at Rhea intently.

The elf laughs; and it filled Aricka with the same warmth Bernard’s laughter had. It must be Christmas magic, she decided. “Of course you can, sweetie! Hop up here on this stool beside me.” Aricka does as instructed, and Bernard stepped back to watch the girl work.

She was very polite, wide blue eyes focused on Rhea’s careful motions, and soon the girl had made a pair of blue snowflake earrings. She held them carefully when she finished, a soft look of awe on her face. “Whoa.. I did that?” She asked Rhea in wonder.

“You sure did! You’d make a fine jeweler elf!” Aricka gasped again,

“Really?!”

“Sure! You come back soon and I’ll show you how to make a necklace!” Rhea let the girl hug her, and sent her off with a wave and another warm smile.

Aricka ran to Bernard and grabbed his hand, “did you see-!?” He nods, squeezing her hand.

“I did! You did a great job, I might have to put you to work!” He jokes. “You’re a hard worker!”

“I like making stuff,” she chirped. “It’s fun making stuff for people. Especially people you love.”

“That’s true.”

“Do you make American girl dolls here too?”

He pretends to think, “I don’t know, let’s go find out-!”

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While Aricka held one of her prized Kirsten dolls, Scott found them; and for a moment he stood and watched, actually watched his niece interact with this strange environment they were suddenly apart of.

She was looking at the Barnaby kid, who was crouched on one knee in front of her, both of them smiling and talking quietly about something. She was running her fingers over the doll’s hair, carefully tracing the painted on face with a fingertip. She was also rocking back and forth, like the doll was a real baby.

Aricka was his and Laura’s only niece, and when her parents were killed in a car accident, they ended up with custody of her. When they divorced, she chose to live with Laura and abide by the same custody arrangement as Charlie did. She liked Neal as much as Charlie did, but still thought he was a bit funny in how he spoke. She was a good kid, he thought. Too young to have experienced what all she had.

“Aricka,” he said finally. “Let’s get you to bed, we’ve got a long day tomorrow.” He watched the smile turn to a pout, but before she could say anything, Barnaby interjected,

“I promise; I’ll come visit as often as I can, and maybe you can even come visit us sometime. I’ll need my best earring and bracelet maker if we’re gonna make quota this year,” he winked. “Come on, I’ll walk with you guys.”

Aricka nods, an argument successfully avoided, and she took his hand a final time. The three of them- an odd trio but still a trio- made their way to the Santa quarters of the factory. Aricka was shown to her own room, and Scott watched as Bernard hugged her carefully, wiped the few tears from her eyes that had fallen; and sent her into the room.

Aricka fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow, still holding the Kirsten doll in her arms.

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When Aricka woke the next morning, Kirsten was still in her arms, and on her bedside table, the snowflake earrings she’d made the night before rested, and under them was a fancy white piece of paper; with a note on it:

Merry Christmas, Aricka Calvin. You have a big year ahead of you. Rest well, and get ready.

~B ❄️

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One of the things I love the most about guys and dolls is that even though it’s literally called guys and dolls, a massive theme of the show is that both the guys and dolls and the sinners and missionaries are all the same deep down - people. At the start you have a song describing how guys and dolls act, and you’re shown the gamblers and missionaries, clearly put into boxes of bad and good respectively.

But as the show progresses, you’re shown that the gamblers and missionaries are a lot closer morally, with Sarah “sinning” in Havana, and the missionary guy (sorry forgot his name, the one who sings more I cannot wish you) taking sky up on his bet, and the gamblers with Sky’s whole character arc and the scene in the mission. But this isn’t the bad thing! The missionaries aren’t perfect, and the gamblers aren’t irredeemable, and that’s okay!

Then you’re also shown that the guys and dolls are closer than they thought! Once again, Sky’s whole character arc where he becomes a lot more softer and emotional, while still being masculine (luck be a lady), but then Adelaide and Sarah show the dolls being taken off of their pedestal in “marry the man today”, which is almost like a villain song.

The song I feel best encapsulates this is “sue me”, where even though it’s an argument, both characters are right! Adelaide is right to not trust Nathan, even though he happens to be telling the truth this time. But Nathan does truly love Adelaide, and he truly needs to go to a prayer meeting. These two don’t belong to any of the factions, be that gambler, guy, or doll. They’re just people.

Anyway I already loved the movie but this has quickly become one of my all time favourite musicals. Guys and Dolls is a GEM, and if you happen to be in London, and manage to get a ticket (which is probably impossible, the show’s so good), PLEASE give it a watch. If not for the incredible story, characters, and music, for the best staging and direction I’ve seen in a show. Can’t recommend enough

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hey! this is chance & here’s this week’s prompt. what websites or resources do you use while you write or develop a character/story? what do you think of them and would you recommend them?

OOOOO GOOD QUESTION!!

Funnily enough, tumblr is one of the main ones. My characters tend to develop from ye olde tumblr oc ask/rp blogs, so I got in the habit of reblogging a lot of funny posts tagging my characters. It still happens even if I'm not tagging them. For example if there's a post like "every friend group has the chihuahua, the yorkie, and the borzoi" or like, a picture of someone holding a giant mouse or something, in my head I go "haha, yeah Andy is tooootally a yorkie. Too much energy and slight diva tendencies" or "oh man giant versions of little things would be rad. is there a way I can worldbuild on that? more oxygen in grounded islands means bigger bugs?"

Sometimes, if I'm looking for inspiration regarding character designs/fashion references, I might go on picrew or pinterest and just look and see different styles people might have or mess around with doll makers. Usually picrew doesn't have what I'm looking for exactly, but it'll be something like "oh there's a fishnet top in this one. i think Mareilli would absolutely wear this" or "oh this is a fun hairstyle. i should give more of my characters long hair so they can do more updo's," you know? So if you're looking for character design/inspo, highly recommend!!

If you wanted my biggest website inspiration though, it's probably youtube. I spend a lot of time on there watching speedpaints/character designs/costume builds/etc and it's a HUUUUGE inspiration. A lot of dichotomies I make between Grounded/Aerin islands comes from listening to people like Bernadette Banner regarding like...okay so like she made a video re: the costuming choices in Game of Thrones and that REALLY sent me on a spiral into looking at what differences in fashion and textiles you would find in islands that...float...and have windstorms haha;;;

This turned out a lot longer than I thought it would so the rest is under the cut! (Please read under the cut there's some writing programs and editing services I recommended under there).

And I know everyone says this but seriously: consume as much media as possible. I cannot even BEGIN to tell you how much television, music, film, books, anime, manga, comics, podcasts, and video games have either driven me to better my writing or have inspired me to make certain creative choices.

A lot of things from Seraetia were heavily inspired by Black Sails, from things like costume design to obfuscating certain characters' motives to me deciding to go whole hog on including polyamory as an end-game relationship status for some characters. Reading The Locked Tomb series and the Percy Jackson and the Olympians (plus literally everything else in that series haha) really pushed me into forcing myself to work on my imagery and prose, while also forcing me to think about pacing and how/if I should write it as a saga or how arcs should work. Nonfiction stories and documentaries also help!! Though, I'm pretty biased as I'm more into animals and psychological research, but I have definitely referred to those things when thinking up like, units of measurement and cuisine and things.

Also do NOT underestimate the power of infodumping and word vomiting with friends. When I write out my acknowledgements, @okiedoki and @miscbeary are going to be front and center "Thank you guys so much for letting me speak nonsense for hours on end and just nodding along." Roleplay with friends!! Even silly little inconsequential things or alternate universes or iterations upon iterations will help you to flesh out your characters! I've come up with so much about James and he's gone through so much development because I would go "Haha what if he was in the modern world he'd probably own an iguana that would be funny. Why an iguana...? You know, it's probably because he likes to be seen as different, but also because he just thinks they're cool. They're dinosaur-like and he enjoys the fact that something so unconventional and kind of scary can love and be loved--OH MY GOD JAMES SEES HIMSELF AS A MONSTER AND USES THE IGUANA TO PROJECT AND TEACH HIMSELF HE'S WORTHY OF LOVE."

*cracks knuckles*

Now in terms of actual programs you can use to write stories!!

Google Docs tends to be my go-to, but ever since I discovered StimuWrite 2, I tend to switch between both. Since I do most of my writing at night, Gdocs is really harsh on my eyes (even with f.lux, blue light glasses, and darkreader), so I like that you can set a gentler background on StimuWrite. Even better, it makes my ADHD brain happy and actually stay on task bc there's so much stimulation in there lol The only downside is that it doesn't really save your work (there's an emergency back-up it creates, but it's only for the last couple of writing sessions I believe), so I'll use it to write out a bulk portion and then transfer it to Gdocs.

If you're planning on writing a serious novel and want something with a little bit more organizational prowess, I would go with Scrivener. It has a lot of bells and whistles that are actually pretty neat, like being able to save reference documents/photos and putting it in the same "container" as the actual writing passage. Honestly? It's a lot. But!! It includes a built-in tutorial that does a REALLY good job of going through everything, so highly highly HIGHLY recommend following it because it explains the features very well and I do quite like them! Unfortunately, it does cost $60, but it's a one-time purchase and genuinely very useful.

If you're more into screenwriting that novels and the like, cannot recommend FadeIn enough. We had to use that in my Creative Screenwriting class and it was SO easy to use and made exporting scripts SUCH a breeze. In fact, Welcome to Irth was entirely developed in FadeIn, haha.

If you're looking for more like, art resources I would go with things like Clip Studio Paint/Paint Tool SAI. I used to use FireAlpaca like a decade ago, and I really enjoyed it! Can't say how well it's held up, though. PureRef is great too!! It helps you keep track of your reference images, and you can set it to "float" on top of other programs.

FINALLY LAST BUT NOT LEAST!!!

If you're looking for an editing service, please please PLEASE look into RoseLark Publishing. I had the privilege of working with them this past summer getting a Manuscript Assessment and I'm so glad I did. They're very professional and are great at communicating their timelines and everything! They might still be accepting editing assessment applications at this time, but you can shoot them an e-mail on their contact page!

Anyways, I am going to stop myself here or I will literally not shut up. Thank you for asking!! I looooooove love talking about my writing and apparently about the writing process as well, lol.