#please tell me if not i wanna be better about that.

[houseofaegon]

YOU TASTE LIKE HEAVEN ╱  BOB REYNOLDS X FEM!READER

let me make it up to you

+18 MINORS DNI 𓏲  ◟ ♡ ˖ ࣪  oral (f receiving), bob eating pussy for the first time, praise kink, begging, overstimulation.

author's note: bob eating you out for the first time. that's it that's the tweet. me next me next me next!!!!!! i know for a fact bob reynolds loves eating pussy!!!!!!!!! and i volunteer as tribute!!!

The mission was over, but your mind and your entire body were still buzzing with adrenaline. It had gone way better than you'd expected. And Bob? He did so well. After all your training, the barked orders, the sharp corrections—you’d seen every bit of it click into place out there. No hesitation. No second-guessing. Just raw, controlled power. He’d finally stopped doubting himself.

And you were so fucking proud of him.

You were about to go find him and tell him that when he came into your room, closed the door behind him and turned to look at you like he hadn't taken his eyes off you since you all go tback.

“Hey, you,” you said softly, a smile tugging at your lips.

“Hi,” he breathed, barely more than a whisper.

He stood there like he wasn’t sure he was allowed to come closer. Like he wanted to kneel but hadn’t figured out why yet.

“You okay?” you asked.

He nodded slowly. “Yeah. Just… I needed to see you.”

You crossed the room toward him, fingertips brushing his chest. “You did good today, Bob.”

His breath hitched at that.

“Really good,” you murmured. “I saw the way you moved. The way you didn’t hesitate.”

His eyes fluttered closed. “That’s ‘cause of you.”

You tilted your head. “No, that’s you finally believing in yourself.”

He opened his eyes again—and this time, they were shining. Hot. Intent.

“I can’t stop thinking about it,” he said. “What you did for me last time.”

You arched a brow, feigning innocence. “Hmm? You’ll have to be more specific, Bob.”

His cheeks flushed, but his voice stayed steady. “When you had my dick in your mouth.”

You smirked. “Ah. That.”

He swallowed, hands curling into fists at his sides. “You made me feel… like I was the only thing that mattered. Like you wanted to ruin me. And you did.”

You leaned in, lips brushing his ear. “You liked it?”

“I fucking loved it,” he whispered, shaking. “And I—I want to do that for you now. Please. I’ve never done it before, but I need to. I wanna taste you. I wanna make you feel everything I felt—and more.”

You pulled back and looked into his eyes—blown wide, glassy, starved.

“You really wanna go down on me, Bob?”

“I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.”

You smiled. “Then get on your knees, baby. And show me.”

Bob dropped like gravity pulled him down. No hesitation. No nerves now—just need. He settled between your thighs like it’s where he belongs, hands warm and a little shaky as they skim your hips, sliding your pants down slow.

When he saw you—slick and flushed and soaked—he let out this wrecked little moan, like just the sight of your pussy nearly knocked him out.

“Fuck,” he breathed, eyes locked in like he can’t look away. “You’re so—Jesus, you’re perfect.”

You laughed softly, breathless already. “You gonna just stare or are you gonna do something about it?”

“I wanna,” he said, like it’s killing him. “I’ve just never—fuck—I didn’t know it could look this pretty. I didn’t know I’d want it this bad.”

He leaned in. Breath ghosting over your skin. And then—finally—his tongue drags one slow, tentative stripe through your folds.

You gasp.

Bob groans, like he just tasted something divine. “Holy shit. Why didn’t anyone tell me—fuck—this is insane.”

Then he licks again. And again. Bolder. Firmer. He’s already messy—spit and slick all over his chin, tongue moving like he’s trying to memorize every inch of you.

“Fucking hell,” you moan, one hand flying into his hair. “Bob—shit—you’re actually good at this—”

He whimpers. “I need to be,” he mumbles against your clit. “I want you to feel everything. I wanna make you come, baby. Please—let me.”

You don’t get a chance to answer—his mouth locks onto your clit and sucks and you nearly come off the fucking bed.

“Fuck—fuck, Bob, yes! Don’t stop, right there—oh my god—”

He groans into you. Arms sliding under your thighs, pulling you closer, holding you open. His tongue works in filthy, perfect circles. He’s obsessed. Like he’s dying to make you fall apart.

“You taste so good,” he pants. “So fucking good—I could stay here forever.”

You're already trembling. Your hips can’t stay still. “Bob—fuck—don’t stop, please—just like that, yes—”

And when you come? You scream. Legs shaking, hand yanking at his hair, body writhing under the weight of it. He moans with your orgasm like it feeds him. Like he’s addicted to it.

But he doesn’t stop.

Your thighs are trembling. You can barely think. Your body’s still shuddering from the orgasm he just dragged out of you—and Bob is still down there. Still licking. Still moaning like he’s been possessed.

You try to push at his head, weakly. “B-Bob—fuck, wait—I need a second—”

But he growls. A low, desperate, hungry sound against your cunt that makes your spine arch right off the bed.

“No,” he pants. “You’re not done. I need another one. Give it to me, baby—please. I know you can.”

He sounds wild. His voice has gone wrecked and hoarse, his mouth slick with you, eyes glazed like a man who hasn’t tasted water in years.

“Let me make you come again,” he begs, voice shaking. “Let me wreck you like you wrecked me. Please—I can take it—you can take it. Just one more. Please, baby, come on—”

And then he goes right back in.

Tongue fucking you. Sucking your clit like he’s gone mad. He’s not gentle anymore—he’s starving, messy and frantic and relentless. The sounds echoing off the walls are filthy—his moans, your gasps, the slick of his mouth on your cunt like he’s drowning in it.

You’re already spiraling. Overstimulated, twitching, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

“Bob— I—fuck—I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” he growls, gripping your thighs tighter. “You’re doing so good—fuck, you’re perfect. Let go for me. Wanna taste you again, wanna feel you come all over my mouth. Come on, baby—come again.”

You fall apart.

It crashes over you like a fucking wave—sharp and overwhelming. You scream, legs clamping around his head, body spasming while Bob groans and keeps going, licking you through every pulse and twitch until you’re begging, sobbing, gasping for breath.

“Please— Bob—please—stop, it’s too much—”

He finally pulls back, face flushed and soaked, pupils blown wide like he just touched god.

He looks up at you with a wrecked smile.

“You taste like heaven,” he whispers.

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[tobeholyistobeempty]

hey so since i’m in the season of ovulation here is degrading simon riley feeding my size kink. i’m not ok send regrets. 18+

“beggin little whore f’me. not so smart now that i’ve got your brain leakin outta your cunt.”

——-

yeah. you’ve pushed it. simple as that.

and god, you knew better. you really did. but some might say you’re a sucker for punishment. others might say you’re a masochist.

you think it’s probably a bit of both, when it comes to simon.

maybe it’s because he’s a big mean brute. emotionless. big ol wall of mass and muscle. tough bloke like him don’t feel a thing, yeah? at least in your mind. makes it easy to needle - easy to poke and prod and toss little jabs about his eyes or mask or whatever slivered sign of life he might be displaying that day.

he’s contractually obligated not to kill you, might you add. that brings a level of safety you got comfortable with.

but what you didn’t get comfortable with — what you couldn’t possibly ever get comfortable with, is the size of him in your fucking guts. the growl of him in your ear. the clutch of him around your throat.

even big dead-eyed men like simon have a limit. and by the grace of god, you’d found it. the bottom of this particular mine shaft, if you will—

“y’alright down there?” his voice is slick. fuckin slick with glee. a first for him, you’re sure. “still with me, sweet’eart?”

you can practically feel the smirk barring those teeth to your neck. you try to toss something smart assed back, something to keep it goin, but he’s got your wrists pinned behind your back and his cock stretchin your walls in a way that screams he shouldn’t even be able to fit — yet you’re clenching around him like you’d die without it.

all that comes outta you is a moan.

and he laughs. bastard. fuckin filthy rasp right against your ear. “tha’s what i thought. mm. s’what i fucken wanted.”

your eyes roll. he’s so deep your hips hurt. he presses a palm between your shoulder blades to pin you harder to the floor of his barracks. all that pent up aggressions got you leakin down your thighs. pathetic. humiliating. delicious.

“tha’s it. fucken stunned now, yeah?” he thrusts deeper. free hand smacking your ass til it stings. “always mouthin off. startin shit—fuck—y’knew what this was. you’ve always known what’d it take t’shut you up.”

you hiccup when he hits your gspot. over and over. so goddamn good it hurts. “fuck—fuck you—“

“yeah. y’are.” his hips jerk, hissing against the back of your neck. “feelin every inch of me, aren’t you? go on. fuckin tell me how i feel. wanna hear y’say it.”

you bite your tongue. squeeze your eyes shut. he fucks deeper. harder.

“say it.” another smack to your ass.

“big—“ you gasp, choking on it. “fucking—huge—“

he growls like you’ve fed him. “tha’s right. eight inches buried so deep in your tight little cunt y’forgot how to lie.”

youve never heard him talk like this and all you can do is whimper - the airs gone thin. every inhale is like sandpaper scratching at your throat. every thrust is like being punched open. and when every sound you make comes out as something pathetic you know you’ve lost.

you twist your head to try and adjust for reprieve but he fists your hair to still you. “y’wanna tell me again you can’t take it? huh? wanna tell me m’too big?”

he is. he totally is. but it’s delicious pain. makes your eyes water and your walls flutter. something about you can’t help but egg him on.

“s-shut up—“

he slams forward. breath cuts sharp against your neck. “wrong answer.”

you jolt. cry out. the heat is a wildfire across your skin. “s-si-mon—“

“try again.” he breathes, curling his fingers from your hair to your jaw. “or i’ll just keep pushin till y’feel it in your fuckin spine.”

he makes good on the promise with a bruising thrust. you wail with it. vision blurring blue. “fuck! fuck i wanted this—but you’re so—you’re too—fuck please—“

and it’s that last little word. the syllables that slip past your teeth presenting pleas on a silver platter, that make him moan. fucking moan.

“oh yeah. shit. now we’re gettin somewhere.” he exhales with it, shifting just to drag at your walls and angle deeper. “beggin little whore f’me. not so smart now that i’ve got your brain leakin outta your cunt.”

you long to tell him to shut up, fuck off, goto hell — any other circumstances you might have. but the first fuck with simon riley after months of pushing and prodding ain’t one to be won. you’ll be lucky to walk tomorrow. the monster can only be poked so many times before it wakes with vengeance.

[imheretoreadafic]

Conversations of various Robins and Batman that the JL has overheard.

Dick as Robin:

Batman: "Don't touch that."

*gets ignored*

Batman (more desperately): "Don't touch that! Robin I'll ground you!"

Robin: *snorts and continues to reach for the very dangerous alien object*

Batman (floundering): "I- Catwoman's out of Arkham! And if you touch that I won't let you see her!"

Robin: *gasps and backs away from it reluctantly* "That's no fair! I wanna see Catwoman and touch the thing!"

Batman, crossing his arms and looking very stern despite the objectively ridiculous situation: "Well, you can only have one of those things."

-

Robin, starting to tear up and sniffle: "B-but I want to help other kids so t-t-they don't lose their mommy and daddy!"

Batman, deadpan: "That's not working on me, kid."

Robin, tears immediately drying up: "Was the mommy and daddy too much?"

Batman: *seesaw hand*

Robin, nodding: "I think I'll keep it to mama and papa - that usually works better."

//

Jason as Robin:

Batman: "Yes, Robin, your English teacher is an idiot when it comes to Shakespeare but that doesn't mean you can egg her car."

Robin: "What about her house?"

Batman: "That's actually worse than egging her car."

Robin: "Sooo, I should be allowed to egg her car because that's better than egging her house!"

Batman: "Should people be allowed to commit assault because that's better than murder?"

Robin, dead panned: "Isn't that literally what we do every night?"

(This one made Flash laugh so hard he pulled a muscle)

-

Robin: "B, I just met Toy Man."

Robin: "Is that REALLY one of Superman's enemies or was that a joke? Please tell me it was a joke. He's like a level two Gotham rogue - his shtick is toys, Batman, TOYS. And I thought the Riddler was stupid."

(Superman tried to defend his honor and was ultimately defeated by the meanest thing to exist - a teenager)

//

Tim as Robin:

Batman: "Robin, explain the voicemail I got from the school."

Robin: "Didn't they already tell you?"

Batman, frowning heavily: "Humor me."

Robin: "My math teacher was being a bitch so I took apart her calculators and hid the pieces around her room and in her stuff."

Batman: "Including her salad."

Robin: "Including her salad AND protein shake."

Batman: "She's could have choked and died!"

Robin: "But she didn't! And anyway in my experience, people are SO much more tolerable when they almost died recently! Take my dad for example-"

-

Batman: "Stop it."

Robin, grinning over his laptop: "I'm not doing anything."

Batman, exasperated: "Don't lie to me! That's your hacking face, Robin."

/

Steph as Robin:

Robin: "It's only glitter!"

Batman: "Three tons of it."

Robin: "... Did i mention that it's biodegradable so it's like totally okay for the environment! See, i DO think ahead sometimes!"

Batman, mumbling: "Maybe I should start putting glitter on your case files so you'll focus..."

-

Robin: "It's because I'm a girl isn't it?"

Batman: "Me telling you to stop putting sprinkles on your pasta is completely unrelated to your gender."

Robin, taking a bite of her pasta monstrosity and pointing the fork in his direction: "Misogynist!"

/

Damian as Robin:

Robin: "But i only THREATENED to stab him. I didn’t actually stab him."

Batman: "..."

Batman: "That's definitely progress but still-"

-

Robin: *cape starts to make a hissing sound*

Batman: "Robin.... What is in there?"

Robin: ".... Her name is Daffodil."

Batman, growing dread in his voice: "And what exactly is Daffodil?"

Robin, without misisng a beat and completely serious: "A beautiful young lady."

[lacedsecrets]

good boy. sub¡matt

“that’s it, pups. keep those pretty eyes on me.”

you say it slow, dragging your hips over his one more time just to feel him twitch under you. he’s already ruined—thighs trembling, hands fisting the sheets, face flushed all the way down his chest—but you’re not letting him off easy. not tonight.

his mouth falls open in a broken gasp. “m—mommy—”

“shhh,” you purr, leaning down to drag your nails up his stomach. “you know i like it better when you don’t talk.”

he whines. literally whines.

you grind down again—harder this time, more deliberate—and his head tips back against the pillow like he’s trying to disappear into it, throat exposed, jaw tight with restraint. he’s been holding back, being good, waiting for you to let him come since the second you got on top of him. but you’re not even close to done playing yet.

you press your palm to his chest and rock your hips again, letting your pussy drag wet and slow over his cock until he’s shaking.

“oh my god—fuck—please,” he babbles, hips twitching uselessly under you. “please let me, i need—”

“need what?” you smile, already knowing. you roll your hips again and his breath catches in his throat. “you gonna cry for me, darling?”

his eyes flutter open—wet, dazed, full of you.

you love him like this. spread out, submissive, fucked-out and begging with nothing left to hold onto but the sound of your voice. he’s so easy to break. and so fucking beautiful when you do.

“you’re so loud tonight,” you murmur, leaning forward until your chest brushes his. your voice is soft now, teasing. “what happened to my quiet little boy?”

“you—fuck—you’re riding me so good,” he gasps, his hands twitching like he wants to touch you but knows better. “feels too good, i can’t—”

you cut him off by rolling your hips just right, your clit dragging against the base of his cock as you sink down onto him again. he lets out a helpless moan, full body arching under you, and you have to grip his throat to keep him in place.

“stay down.”

he freezes. goes pliant. eyes wide.

you sit up again, hands trailing down his chest, then your own body, fingers grazing your tits before gripping his hips and moving again. and he watches—of course he does—mouth slack, chest heaving, so desperate he looks like he might cry.

you bounce now. slow, rhythmic, letting him feel every inch of you slide over him. he’s dripping—his cock is soaked, red, twitching—and every time your pussy clenches around him, he whimpers.

“m’not gonna last,” he stammers. “please—mommy—i can’t—”

“you will.”

you slam down on him, hard. his whole body jolts. a strangled moan breaks out of his throat and his hands fly up to grab the headboard instead of you, because you told him not to touch. and he listens. like a good boy.

“you gonna come without permission, baby?” you taunt. “huh? you gonna make a mess for mommy without asking?”

he frantically shakes his head, panting. “no—no i’ll wait, i swear—i swear, i’ll be good—”

“yeah, you will,” you coo, running your fingers through his hair as you keep fucking him deep, steady, deliciously slow. “you’ll come when i tell you. not a second before.”

“yes,” he whimpers, eyes fluttering shut. “thank you, thank you—”

you fuck him harder.

the sound of skin slapping fills the room, filthy and wet and perfect. your slick drips down his cock, pooling under him, making a mess of the sheets you’re both too far gone to care about. he’s whining with every thrust now, hips bucking into yours even though you told him not to.

“aw, sweetheart,” you laugh breathlessly, leaning down to kiss the corner of his mouth. “you’re so fucking desperate. haven’t even touched you all day and you’re already shaking for me?”

“i need it,” he groans, nearly sobbing. “please, please—wanna come so bad, mommy, please—”

“not yet.”

he whines again, louder. needy and pathetic.

you clench around him just to watch his reaction. he shudders violently beneath you, chest heaving, sweat dripping down his temples. he looks so fucking pretty when he’s ruined.

“you really are my dumb little puppy, huh?” you whisper, licking a stripe up his throat. “just wanna be used, filled up, made stupid.”

he nods so fast you think he might hurt himself. “yes—yes—i want it so bad—please, i need to come inside you, i’ll be so good—”

you sit back up and ride him hard.

he nearly screams.

you grip his thighs, sink down on him over and over again, and his body arches up into you without permission. he’s trying so hard to behave, to wait, to be the good boy you trained him to be—but you’re making it impossible. and you know it.

he’s right on the edge. you can feel it in how he’s pulsing inside you, the way he’s twitching, the way every muscle in his body is begging for release. you slow it down just enough to tease, grinding deep, slow, filthy.

“you wanna fill mommy up, pups?”

“yes,” he gasps, hands shaking where they’re clenched in the sheets. “please, please, let me, i need it so fucking bad—”

“then beg.”

his mouth drops open, eyes wide. he’s already begging, you can see it in the way he looks at you, but you want the words. you want to hear it.

“use your voice.”

“please let me come,” he says instantly, breathless and broken. “please, mommy—i’ll do anything, i’ll be so good for you, i’ll clean it up after, i swear—please just let me come inside—”

you smile.

“you’re gonna come for me now, sweetie.”

and he does. instantly.

his whole body jerks beneath you, and he cries out—loud and wrecked—as he spills inside you. thick and hot and messy, cock twitching helplessly as you keep riding him through it, making him feel every second of it.

“that’s it,” you whisper, leaning over him again to press kisses to his face. “that’s my good boy.”

he’s still shaking, still gasping for air, dazed and pink and soaked in sweat.

you don’t stop.

you rock your hips, slow and deep, and he whimpers, already overstimulated, already twitching under you.

“m-mommy,” he breathes, blinking up at you with big, wet eyes. “too much—can’t—”

“yes, you can.”

he cries out again, hips bucking helplessly as you fuck him slow and heavy, drawing out every aftershock. you reach down between your bodies, rubbing your clit now, chasing your own high, using him like a toy. and he lets you. like always.

you come with a soft gasp, legs trembling around him, cunt clenching hard around his overstimulated cock. and he takes it—eyes wide, breathing ragged, watching you fall apart on top of him like it’s the only thing that matters in the world.

when you finally slow down, he’s panting.

“mommy,” he says quietly, voice raw. “i love you.”

you smile down at him, cupping his flushed face in your hand.

“i know, baby. you’re my perfect little puppy.”

he melts into it. into you.

into everything you’ve made him.

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[threegoldfish]

The loss of physical contact is noted, but thankfully does not seem to cause Steven any discomfort; He's too focused on what they're talking about, and he's... feeling a lot better already, yes. Still worried, still sad, still a little panicked somewhere within himself - but Harrow promised to not sedate him, promised Steven wouldn't be restrained, and he's here, keeping him company.

All of that helps so, so much to make this more endurable, even though the nose (and a split lip, Steven assumes?) are certainly annoying him, yeah. So is that headache he still has... but... he can do this, it isn't as bad anymore as it was mere moments ago - the shock of not knowing where he is, why everything hurts the way it does, finally faded away enough to allow him to breathe more easily, have that tremble calm down with the seconds passing.

Another sigh, a glance back at that nose spray ... and Steven reaches for it, carefully, closes his fingers around the bottle to bring it close, read along the label. ---Says a bunch of stuff he has never heard of before, but... it does look like a normal nose spray, and it looks like they must've used it on him before. Hm.

"... I hope he won't feel weird w-when some random person's writing him all of a sudden." Thoughtful, again, without Steven taking his gaze away from the bottle; He opens it and then... uses it, one pump of that spray into each nostril. Honestly, Steven doesn't even know why he's aware of this being okay for him, or why he knows how to use it, but... he doesn't think about it, not at all, just grimaces a bit at the odd tickle it causes inside his nose. Ugh, that's... kinda disgusting! But... oh, he thinks he can already feel it working, the pressure easing a bit---

"I mean, I-I wouldn't feel weird, I would feel ... happy, y-yeah! Happy that someone wrote me! But... I know that other people don't a-always... agree with what I feel. So... I-I mean, I can try, yeah! maybe it would make him feel a bit... better?"

Gaze back on Harrow, something almost hopeful within those dark eyes - and Steven sniffles, honest to god sniffles, to which his eyes widen and that smile returns, attention back on the bottle of nose spray. "Oh, this helps!" Like a kid elated about something cool happening, Steven giggles a bit, decides to keep the bottle - putting it into the pocket of his sweatpants. "---N-not being able to breathe through the nose is... a-annoying, like, so much! Never get your nose hurt like that, doctor, it... i-it really sucks, yeah."

Another swallow, and Steven... looks back at Harrow, the man who had made his way over in the middle of the night just for him! That... oh gosh, makes him feel guilty again, causes Steven to take in the sight of him a bit more, the way he sits there---

"I...I can tell that you... rushed to see me." Sheepish, a little, with Steven clearing his throat, cheeks burning with shame. "I... appreciate it. A lot. I'm... sorry it happened. R-really am. I don't like being a burden, y'know? I... I-I prefer to handle things alone, so no one is getting annoyed or something... ---I'm okay now, I feel a lot better. You... don't need to stay. But..."

Another glance toward the nurse, then back at Harrow - something almost scared now there again, all over his still messy and bloody features, as he leans in a bit, eyes wide-open, pleading.

"---Can I... go back to my room, please? I... I-I don't wanna be alone with her, and... I... I really wanna... uhm." A nod toward his own bloody shirt. "...Clean up. Take a shower. Can you... c-can you give me the clear to do all of that? I... I think if I stay here with her, I'll just... y-y'know, panic again?"

Arthur’s chest tightened again, as he nodded once more. There was something softer in him, something almost sad; he didn’t like lying to Steven, didn’t like spinning careful half-truths. But it was the safest way to break to Steven what all was going on; let him know Marc, first. Let him get to know the man, before letting him know that they were one and the same; it would be too jarring to do it all at once. They’d do it in steps - and the same for Marc. 

He had a suspicion that Marc knew more than he let on - but if the man didn’t, then he would need to be gently eased into it, as well. 

“I think he’d love it,” Arthur promised. “But he might not know how to say it. He needs to hear that he’s not a bad man, that someone sees something good in him. And I think he’d like it, because I think you’d be very genuine about it. I think you’re very good at seeing the good in people, Steven. And that’s a rare gift.” 

He smiled, both reassuring and simply happy that Steven’s speaking was calming down. Less stuttering, a bit smoother - longer sentences. He found comfort in being able to give care, perhaps; it could be good for Steven to have someone to talk to, to care for. And it’d be good for Marc to have someone like that - someone who could care for him with this genuine kindness, a friend at the end of things. 

“You don’t have to say anything specific, if you don’t want to. You can just… write about yourself. Introduce yourself, tell him the stuff you like and what you don’t. If you’re a morning person or a night person. He might not write back right away, but I think he’ll read it. And I think that’d help him with a lot of stuff.” 

He stayed rubbing Steven’s back for a few moments longer, before letting his hand drop, just to see how Steven handled the brief loss of physical comfort. Steven seemed to be doing better - but Arthur wouldn’t be leaving him alone for a bit, not until he knew that Steven would be fine on his own. 

“As for the nurse… I’ll speak with her later, yeah. That’s not how we treat people here, there’s no excuse.” He’d yell at her, was what he’d do; he’d scream at her, would take this to higher ups. Treating anyone like that, violent or not— there was no excuse. 

[vibragarlic]

[short ID in alt and full ones under the cut]

here take my disabled headcanon babies because i've been feeling Incredibly Self Indulgent lately!! this is most definitely propaganda by the way cough...

i'm not sure if theres some sort of blind/visually impaired design trope where the character Literally Has No Eyes? if there is and that's offensive please please please kindly tell me!!!

i was able to detail more on rouxls' and ralsei's conditions cause i actually have cleft lip/palate myself LOL. other disabled people, if y'all wanna add onto these or give me any criticism, please do! i'm always open to improvement :D (happy face)

full ID under cut:

[ID: A drawing of a happy Ralsei over a light gray background. This design portrays him with a unilateral cleft lip and palate on his right side. There are various chunks of text surrounding Ralsei, further detailing on his cleft headcanons. One text in the top left corner reads, "unilateral, complete cleft lip and cleft palate (the latter isn't visible; located on roof of mouth)." Another right below it says, "gotten surgery on both (idk how, i just want a little variation on the cleft rep." To the side on the right, another blurb reads, "hyperacusis (sensitive hearing)." The last body of text in the bottom left corner says, "ralsei tried to heal away his jaw pain and constant fucking ear infections but nothing will so he's accepted it." End ID.]

[ID: A drawing of Rouxls Kaard standing idly with his arms raised to shoulder height. He has a Type 5 Tessier cleft going through his right eyelid to the corner of his lip, the underneath of his eyelid showing. He has an incomplete cleft lip on the other side of his face. The text surrounding him reads, "Tessier Cleft Type 5: goes through eyelid to corner of the lip. tessier clefts are very rare irl. not much information online on them :( (frowning face). also gave him a comorbid, incomplete cleft lip." The bottom right corner says, "no surgery cause i can't imagine there being modern medicine in the chapter 1 dark world. has a harder time eating (chewy foods are his worst enemy)." Lastly, the bottom left corner reads, "if you compare his cleft to gaster i will cry a lot." End ID.]

[ID: Drawing of Tenna holding a white cane idly to his side with his other arm tucked behind his back, smiling. The cane reaches above his shoulders, about halfway to his head, and is divided into four sections. The cane has a rolling marshmallow tip. The first text says, "longer cane because more experienced navigating with it (usually they're around shoulder height. depends on user preference)." Then, to the side of his cane, another reads, "folding cane. has 4 sections." For the cane tip, another text says, "rolling marshmallow tip (uses the rolling method for his cane)." In the bottom right corner, it says, "i know for a fact he'd decorate his cane, but i just wanna show how they look on default right now." The 'know' is capitalized for emphasis. Then, lastly, the top right corner reads, "no his tv powers don't make up for his impaired vision or whatever the fuck!!!" End ID.]

[ID: The last drawing features Noelle in her Dark World outfit. She has ptosis and exotropia in her right eye and is waving happily to the screen. The top of the drawing reads, "had to have her eye patched as a child. forever hates the taste of the anti-anxiety medicine they gave her before surgeries." Right after follows capitalized text that reads "(I'm projecting.)" The rest of the paragraph reads, "probably has nightmares over it." Then, farther down below, more text says, "tilts and squints to get a better look at stuff often. uses corrective glasses." Lastly, to the right side of the drawing reads, "unilateral ptosis (droopy eyelid) and strabismus (exotropia. eye faces outward)." End ID.]

[darthwhorecrux]

i'm sick YEAH THIS IS SELF-INDULGENT

475 words fluffy Shinji boy

You sneezed.

Once.

Then twice.

Then thrice.

Your boyfriend didn't give you the typical 'bless you," instead,

"Looks like someone's gotta bug," Shinji observed, brows furrowed together in concentration as he put two and two together, the constant sniffles and the congestion in your tone in addition to this, all adding up at once. How he hadn't noticed earlier, he didn't know.

"Nah." You waved a hand dismissively, smiling mischievously. "Just a cute guy somewhere talkin' about me."

"Spoiler alert." He grinned, winking. "I'm the cute guy talkin' bout ya."

"Fine by me," you mused, laying back in your shared bed.

"Seriously though." He crept forward, laying next to you and poking your face. "Yer sick, baby? Why didn't ya tell me?"

"I dunno." You shrugged. "I feel mostly fine. Just a little stuffed up, sore throat. It's not too bad. I'm surviving."

"Poor girl." He brushed stray hairs from your face, coddling you anyways. "I still wanna take care of ya. My baby's all sick. C'mere."

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into him, peppering kisses all along your face and head. He even kissed your runny nose with no concern for the consequences.

"You're just gonna get sick, Shinji," you chastised.

"Don't care." He pressed numerous kisses into the same spot against your temple, nuzzling his face against yours. "Just need ya ta get better. Ya have no idea how sad it makes me feel when my little doll isn't feeling well."

He snuggled you intentionally, and you thought then that you didn't really mind being a little sick, not if it meant you were going to get babied and coddled by your usually snarky boyfriend. Now that you knew his weakness, perhaps you'd milk this opportunity.

"M'so sleepy," you whined. "Won't you please play with my hair till I fall asleep?"

He began running his fingers through your locks before he even spoke. "Of course. Ya need any medicine before bed?"

"No," you shook your head against his chest, pressing a kiss there. "Just need you. Thanks for being so sweet to me." You smiled to yourself. Of course you knew he was sweet, but it meant extra to you, how soft he could be when you were a little more fragile than usual.

"Feel better, lovebug," he cooed, cradling your head in his hand.

His gentle brushing through your hair had done more than you anticipated, your eyes fluttering shut already, your lips struggling to form a response. His touch was magic, the antidote to the sickness you carried. Though it was hard to breathe as your nose dripped, you began to drift off with ease.

"Shinji?"

"Hm?"

"You're too good to me. I love you."

"Ya have no idea how I love you more..." were the last words that made it through before you began snoring against him.

[tttt06]

Bad Fight Pt. 2

Black reader x Enhypen

Requests are open! I reply quickly. Masterlist here

Synopsis~ Ending the fight

Warning~ Oral, commitment issues, sexual comfort,

Word Count~ 2.9k

Part 1 Part 2

Heeseung

You hadn't talked to Heeseung since the incident. It was the next day. You stayed up instead of sleeping. Now, you were snappy.

The girls would bicker, and you'd tell them to shut up. You're never like that, so everyone knew it was horrible.

When you got to your dorms, the girls decided to talk to you.

"Y/N...? What's the matter?" You looked at your younger member, "I didn't sleep. Hee and I got into a fight."

Another member rolled their eyes, "Again? You should just-"

Your youngest member was about to shut them up, but you said something shocking. They both froze. "What?"

You repeated, "You heard me. We broke up last night."

They threw their arms around you as you tried not to cry. You were the rock and the caretaker. You couldn't be caught crying.

The doorbell rang, and you felt tears well in your eyes. "Is Y/N here? Yoon? I know she's here."

Your younger member shook her head, and you walked to the door. There, Heeseung was standing with flowers, a plushie, and a big box of snacks.

"Hee, I told you we're done."

He looked in the dorms and saw all the girls were there. He said, "Let's go."

He grabbed you by the arm, and you followed without hesitation. Next thing you know, you were in his car. "Let's talk somewhere else."

You furrowed your eyebrows as your heart raced. You felt panicky. Something inside your heart felt wrong.

Heeseung was your soulmate. It didn't dawn on you that you tried to break up with him until just now.

You started crying as you tried to conceal your emotions. "Heeseung, I said we're done."

Heeseung just looked at you, "Absolutely not. I know I'm a shit boyfriend, and I fucking treat you like you don't matter. But I listen. I always see the disappointment in your eyes. I see the way you long at other couples. I wanna fix us, fix me. I don't want you to leave me."

Heeseung wiped your tears, "Seriously, I love you."

You shook your head, "You said you were too busy for me."

Heeseung clarified, "I was angry at the moment. I said dumb shit I didn't mean. I'm never too busy for you. If anything, you're too busy for me."

Heeseung pushed his gifts over, and you sighed. You looked through the box and pulled out the Lolo Zouaï vinyl you've been ranting about for a year.

You've been saving for it, but you come up short because you like to give your money away.

Heeseung carefully watched your face. You were overwhelmed with joy but also upset.

"Heeseung. Are you trying to win me over with gifts?"

He was stunned. You looked at him, and you could tell from his eyes what his true intentions were. He pouted, detested. "I don't know what else to do."

You said, "You're not there! You're too busy for us. You said that, remember? It's better to leave it."

Heeseung leaped toward you, "Please, Y/N. Please! I love you so much, and I don't wanna lose you! You're the only one who gets it. Gets me. I love you. Please!"

You broke down crying with him. "I don't wanna leave you either, baby."

Heeseung will take you to a hotel that night. He didn't want to disturb the girls or the guys with your rehashing. At first, you'd be confused, but once your clothes were off, you knew what was happening. 

He'd be ripping your clothes off in a second. His tongue would trace your clit as you shook and gasped from his tongue. He made you feel like you taste divine. 

You loved the way he sucked on you. Tongue swirling in your hole. 

Heeseung would then slam into you with full force. He's made sure you felt beautiful. Tell you he loves you, he'd never hurt you, help you through your orgasm.

He'd like to watch you touch yourself. Fuck, Heeseung was the best man in bed. 

Jay

Jay was a ride away. He was at your front door when you came home from work. "What are you doing?" Your face was aloof. Jay said, "I hate that you left like that. I don't understand what's going on, and that fight was really random. Were you... holding that in?"

Your body dropped from exhaustion. Jay was running over to catch you. "Hey? What's going on?!"

You just cried in his arms. "I need you. I need my boyfriend."

Jay opened your door, knowing our passcode by heart. He pulled you into your room and kissed your cheeks. He wanted those tears to stop. 

"What's going on?" You smiled, "I got a promotion, and the workload has expanded by miles. It sucks."

Jay smiled, "Really, when'd you get that promotion?" You wept, "A month ago. I hadn't had a chance to tell you because you barely talk to me anymore."

Jay was sitting across from you. He held both your hands and looked down, "I'm sorry."

You looked at Jay. His shoulders were as low as his head. He couldn't look you in the eye.

"I shouldn't treat you like nothing. I don't even have an excuse. I don't know why I'm acting like this. But I want to be with you."

He looked up, and you saw how sad his eyes were. Your hands pressed to his cheeks as you kissed him softly.

You two would fuck on the couch.

It was passionate and rough. Jay wouldn't have time to finger you. He'd just sink in and make you cum over and over.

He'd kiss you with eagerness. He'd tell you he loved you. He'd groan in your ear, making your stomach churn in pleasure.

He'd get you cum for the third time. 

He'd wait until your clit and folds were swollen before eating you out. He loved how puffy and red your folds were. He'd have you cumming again against his tongue. 

Jay is a passionate lover.

Jake

Jake didn't hesitate. He was flying out to America to come find you. He had a few days of freedom and booked the first flight without telling his manager. 

He had three days to make it up to you

All the odds were stacked against him.

He came to your apartment with nothing. He was him, and clothes. It was 3 AM, and your lights were off.

He knocked.

There was no response. 

He couldn't text you because you blocked him.

He knocked again, and with that, you opened the door with pepper spray in your hand. 

When you saw it was him, you relaxed. Then, you tensed again. 

"What the fuck are you doing? Came to see your cold-hearted ex-girlfriend?"

Jake just kissed you. It wasn't anything he could say. He pushed you into your apartment, closed the door, and had you under him within seconds.

He loved that. You couldn't stop yourself. You still wanted him.

When he was deep inside of you, you didn't push him away. You didn't tell him to stop.

You wanted him to take you like this. 

You liked seeing how upset he was that you'd believe something like this.

Jake was a lot of things, but never a cheater.

A bad texter, a nerd, an idiot, a horn hog, but not a cheater.

You felt him press into your spot one last time before unraveling around him.

Jake said between heavy breaths, "I didn't kiss her, baby. It was just the angle of the camera. I was talking to her. She ran her fingers through my hair and tried to flirt."

You were too tired to pull away from him. 

"What happened after that?" You carefully watched Jake's face. He seemed to be telling the truth. 

He bit his lip as he confessed, "I had to flirt back. I did. That fan tried to kiss me, but I pushed her away. My hands were on her hips, yeah? I was pushing her away. Her shoulders were too high, and I was thinking too quick. Thinking about you... I didn't know what to do."

You asked, "Did she kiss you?"

He shook his head, "I wouldn't let her. These lips are only meant for yours, baby."

You sighed. Jake's body was still between your legs. He kissed down your stomach. He stopped and said, "Let me show you that."

You thought he was talking about face lips. Not pussy lips.

Jake is such a munch. He'd lap at your pussy for hours. He'd even call you out of work and make you stay with him the next day to do nothing but have sex.

It was hard being in a long-distance relationship with someone you only saw once a year.

Jake worked hard to tour every few months to see you again. He was the best at being there.

Sunghoon

Sunghoon's not the type to give you space after an argument. He doesn't see the need for it.

He needs to fix the problem now. 

He opened the door again, realizing he had a key.

"Babe." You turned around, eyes full of fury and hurt.

"What the fuck do you want from me?! You don't see us working in the future, so leave now so it won't hurt more."

Sunghoom would stride toward you. He'd cup your cheeks, take a deep breath, and say, "I love you." 

You melted. You loved Sunghoon, too. He doesn't usually say those kinds of words to you. When he does, it carries weight.

You wrapped him in a hug and said, "I love you." 

Sunghoon said, "You aren't traditionally wife-like, but that makes me want to marry you more. You don't fit the standard, and you think differently from me. It keeps me interested."

You whined, "Why aren't I wife material." Sunghoon smiled, "For starters, you wouldn't be a housewife. You go out, have fun, and work hard at your job. You're nurturing, but you're harsh on me. I love that you don't worry about how honesty can hurt my feelings, too. You're crazy. You go from 2 to 10 in a second, and you feel so free. I can't see myself tying you down. I don't even know how we're together now. We're so different."

You pulled away to stare at him. He's so right. You aren't wife material. You're the crazy woman he saw arguing and fighting. Throwing punches at a man in an alleyway outside a club while drunk.

He didn't need to protect you. You were fighting your own battles.

You stood on your tippy toes to kiss him. His big thumb slides over your puffy cheeks. His head tilted right to get closer to you.

He'd carry you to the bedroom. He'd take your clothes off and make everything about your pleasure. His fingers would be deep inside your hole as he ate at your pussy.

He'd try to stop you, but you'd push him down and get on top. His pants were still on as you rode his clothed cock. 

He'd grunt, "I'm sorry for embarrassing you. I'm sorry for making you angry and making you cry. I won't do it again."

He earned this. You slid down onto him. His dick stretched you out as it sharply hit against your spot. He was so deep.

You only lasted ten minutes before you were clenching and cumming around him. 

Sunoo

When Sunoo came over after that week, it was awkward. You opened the door to him. He had an awkward smile.

You said, "Come in."

Sunoo came in, sliding his shoes off. He sat on the couch with you and checked your facial expression.

"How are you?" You said, "I submitted the project, and we got a dealership out of it. Now they want to give me a promotion."

"That's good. But what about you?"

You smiled, "I'm okay. And..." You took a deep breath. You really didn't want to say this, but you had to for the sake of your relationship.

"I'm sorry. We've been working through our toxic relationship, going to therapy, and I almost reaffirmed it." Sunoo cupped your cheek as he said, "That was really big of you to apologize." You nodded as he leaned in to kiss you.

Sex was sacred in your relationship. It was something that really meant 'I love you.' You weren't surprised Sunoo was pushing you to the bedroom to have sex with you.

You loved the feeling of his hands traveling to your thighs as he spread them apart. The feeling of his tongue collecting slick and shoving his tongue into your hole. 

Sunoo made you feel beautiful. It was something no man could ever do. 

Then, Sunoo was stretching your folds wide with his dick. He was cleanly thrusting. It was so soft with him.

He kissed against your neck and pounded harder. You were gasping in his ear like a maniac. You came around him, and Sunoo kissed you again.

"We're staying together, and I won't leave you." You held him close, "Please don't. I really need someone like you in my life."

Jungwon

What could you do? Jungwon isn't the type to leave things unopened. He'd have to talk to you eventually.

You didn't know if you were breaking up or if he was with other people. You didn't know, and that hurt you. 

You are aware of Jungwon's patterns and schedules. You got in your car and drove to see Jungwon. He was in the studio, practicing. You know he was. 

You walked in, tears streaming from your eyes. Wonnie was sweaty. His eyes shook over yours in an uncomfortable silence.

"Y/N, why are you crying?" His voice was stern and unwavering.

You wiped your tears, "Because I want to be with you, and you left me." Jungwon was silent as you confessed, "I worked really hard to open myself up to you and try to be emotionally available, and you just leave like it's nothing."

Jungwon furrowed his eyebrows, "How is this my fault?!" You yelled, "It's not! That's the problem! YOU'RE TOO GOOD FOR ME, AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH THAT I'M SCARED WHEN YOU GET DISAPPOINTED AND LEAVE, I WON'T COME BACK FROM IT."

Jungwon froze. "When I leave?" He stuttered, "Wh-who said I was leaving? Where'd you get that idea from?"

You said, "My gut." Jungwon said, "Sometimes, instead of trusting your gut, you have to trust your heart."

You wiped your tears, "Promise me you won't hurt me! Promise! I'm scared you'll cheat, manipulate me, or make me think I'm crazy! Maybe you're waiting to hurt me and leave me high and dry."

Jungwon hugged you and stated, "Baby, you have commitment issues." You were silent. You were steady your breathing while in his arms. You cooly said, "I know. I've been trying to work hard to fix it."

Jungwon said, "What can I do to help you believe I won't hurt you."

You stuttered, "I don't know. I really don't."

Jungwon said, "My phone password is your birthday, my Instagram is open, my credit cards are yours, and you know about my exes."

You said, "I just wanna learn to trust you. I don't want to have to go through your phone. I don't want to have to go through these trials to know you're honest."

Jungwon said, "I am honest." He pulled away and said, "Let's go home, yeah?"

And with that, Jungwon took you home and fucked you crazy. You were on the wall, the floor, in the shower, the counter, and finally, your bed.

He was in you until your eyes were lulling to sleep. He was rough but praising. He was serious but relaxed. 

Everything felt right. Jungwon was the closest thing to a soulmate. If not, he was. 

You loved Jungwon. 

Ni-ki

He knew you must've been fed up. He hated how angry he made you. 

He knew you were giving more attention to his game than you. That was his problem, his mistake. 

He asked Heeseung for a ride without a second thought. A knock was on your door ten minutes after you arrived home.

Ni-ki was opening your door without hesitation. "Babe." You shook your head, "Babe, my ass."

He hugged you and whined, "Baby." You huffed, "I don't wanna talk to you."

Ni-ki smiled, "Are you mad that I've been playing the game too much or that I call you adorable instead of sexy."

You were embarrassed. You covered your face and said, "Both."

Ni-ki lifted you like nothing and plucked your hands from your face. "Yeah? Do you want me to tell you how sexy I think your voice is? How sexy you sound when I hit the right spot."

You looked away. Ni-ki said, "That angry face you make when I slap your ass. That pretty face when you're about to finish. Fuck. How pretty you look when you're sucking my dick."

He kissed your lips. Your arms wrapped around his neck as you pulled him in closer. 

Ni-ki wouldn't let you go. He would be close. Everything about the moment would be intimate. He'd stare into your eyes as you unraveled for the first time in the night. 

Pounding into you like a monster. You'd be screaming as Ni-ki said, "You can take it."

You were the only one who could take it. Ni-ki was so attractive, fuck.

His thumb would rub over your bud. Your pussy would clench around him, and you'd both cum together. He was insane like that. He felt amazing.

[loveharlow]

can u pretty plzzz write more toxic!jj, i loved ur thots and dreams thing for him but there's no toxic!jj content anywhereee -🍒

I'VE HAD AN IDEA FOR THIS SO LONG IDK WHY I KEEP DAYDREAMING ABOUT IT

swearing, toxic!jj, mean!jj, drinking

"Alright, whose turn is it to… uh… pick a card from the thing?" you giggled, your hand trembling as you reached for the deck. You missed the card by a good inch, your fingers fumbling against the tabletop.

"Easy there, Y/N," Kie chuckled, gently trying to grab your wrist. "Maybe you should sit this round out."

"I'm okay, Kie," you declared, attempting to bat her hand away. Your elbow, however, connected with the stack of cards in the middle of the table, sending them fanning out in a chaotic mess. "Oh shit," you mumbled, a dopey grin plastered on your face.

Before anyone could fully react, your other hand, still clutching your half-full beer, swung wildly as you tried to steady yourself. The cup tipped, and a golden cascade of lukewarm beer sloshed over the table. It splattered onto the scattered cards, soaked into the flimsy napkins, and, with a sickening squelch, landed squarely on JJ's phone, which had been resting innocently beside his own drink.

A beat of stunned silence hung in the air, broken only by the drip, drip, drip of beer from the table's edge.

JJ, who had been mid-laugh, froze. His eyes, usually crinkling with amusement, narrowed as he slowly picked up his now-sodden phone. Water droplets beaded on the screen, seeping into the charging port. His jaw tightened.

"Y/N," he said, his voice low and dangerous. He never called you by your name. "You just soaked my phone."

You blinked, the alcohol blurring the severity of the situation. "It was an accident." You shrugged, a little too casually. "It'll dry. Or I'll buy you a new one..."

He tossed the phone onto a relatively dry patch of the table with a frustrated sigh, then turned his gaze to your still-clutched cup. Without another word, he reached out and snatched it from your hand.

"Hey—" you protested, a sudden burst of energy coursing through you.

"You're done."

"JJ, stop—" you slurred, snatching the cup back from his hold. "I'm fine," you asserted with drunken, slitted eyes.

"Give me the cup," he ordered, more serious than you were used to seeing him, even on a good day. As he reached for the plastic cup once more, you held it out of his reach. "Y/N, I'm serious. Chill out."

"You don't tell me what to do, J, I don't need you monitoring me—"

"Bro—" He tried reaching for it again, only for you to pull it further back. This time, you took steps away from him. "You're about to piss me off."

"Yeah, well, I don't care—"

"Guys, c'mon..." Pope tried, him and the rest of your friends standing up to verbally intervene. They knew better than to actually get between the two of you when this happened, which was more often than it should've been.

"Please, not tonight," Kie pleaded.

"She's bein' difficult," JJ snapped at his friends, swiftly walking across the room to where you had hidden behind the kitchen counter. You tried to dodge him but didn't manage. JJ took advantage of the space to box you into the corner. "Gimme the shit," he gritted, grabbing hold of your wrist and snatching the cup from your fingers. "I'm not fuckin' playing with you right now," he mumbled, walking away from you to pour the cup down the sink.

"JJ, calm down," Kiara defended, her face twisting in annoyance as she walked over to stand in front of you. "She's drunk, it's not her fault—"

"I don't wanna hear that shit, Kie." He dismissed, brushing past the both of you. "I don't give a shit about her being drunk. She was being a brat, and now my phone's fucked." He gestured with his hand in the direction of his sodden phone.

"Why are you talking about me like I'm not right here?" You cried, eyes welling with tears as Kie rubbed a comforting hand up and down your back while you still stood in the corner of the kitchen.

"'Cause I don't feel like dealin' with you right now," JJ snapped from across the room, fuming between John B and Pope.

You couldn't stop the tears that formed at his words. The two of you just glared at one another from across the room, piercing gazes locked. Two separate fires were burning in The Chateau, somehow with the same origin point.

When your rage consumed you, you let it. "Fuck you," you spat in your drunken rage, swiftly walking to the back of the house as you let Kie's hands fall from your shoulders.

At your words, JJ's eyes narrowed at your retreating form, jaw clenching before he stormed after you. It was then that the Pogues all knew this was far from over.

"JJ, don't-" John B tried, taking one step after the blonde before he just sighed, resigning himself when he heard the bedroom door slam shut.

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[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Hello, I recently came across your blog and have read some of your stuff and I am in love. I just recently watched fresh and was wondering if you could do a Steve Kemp x girlfriend reader. I was thinking Steve decides to tell reader that he’s a cannibal and reader doesn’t react how he expects, and she just casually says that her best friend is a cannibal and that she’s cool with it as long as he doesn’t try to like force her to eat human meat.

Please and thank you and totally cool if you decide not to write, I just wanna let you know that I love your stuff.🫶🏻

Honesty » Steve Kemp

Pairings: Boyfriend!Steve Kemp x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: You love and appreciate Steve’s honesty when he finally decides to tell you that he’s a cannibal.

Warnings: Fluff, language, mentions of cannibalism, kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you for the request @whispxrrs 🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckyys-babydoll / divider made by me

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

You and Steve have been dating for almost 6 months. You and him tell each other everything. Well, you tell him everything. Steve, on the other hand, hasn’t told you everything. Meaning, he still hasn’t told you that he’s a cannibal. He’s nervous to tell you, because he thinks he’ll scare you away when he tells you. Part of being in a relationship is about being honest with each other. Lately, he’s been trying to come up with a way to tell you without scaring you off.

“Since our 6 month anniversary is this weekend, I was thinking we should do something romantic and fun.” You suggested.

“I’m sorry, baby. What was that?” Steve asks.

“Are you ok, babe? You look like you have something on your mind.” You say.

“I-” He sighs softly before saying anything. “I have to tell you something and I’m not sure how you’re going to react to it.” He says.

“You’re not cheating on me or breaking up with me, are you?” You asked, nervous that it’s one of those.

“No! God, no!” He immediately answers. “I love you too much to do either of those things.” He says softly.

“Ok, good.” You said relieved. “What do you need to tell me?” You asked curiously.

Steve looks down, trying to find the words. You maneuvered yourself to sit on his lap and cupped his cheeks, getting him to look you in your eyes.

“Stevie, you can tell me anything.” You say softly.

“I know.” Steve says softly.

You kissed him softly to make it less difficult for him to tell you what he needs to tell you.

“Just tell me, baby.” You almost whispered.

“Promise me you won’t be scared when I tell you.” He says.

“Nothing you say will never scare me, sweetie.” You say.

“I’m-” He pauses for a second and takes a deep breath before telling you. “I’m a cannibal.” He says.

“That’s what you needed to tell me?” You asked. “I’m not scared that you’re a cannibal, Stevie.” You say.

“You’re not?” He asks.

“No. One of my friends is a cannibal too. This isn’t the first time I’ve heard something like this.” You say.

Hearing that made Steve feel better about telling you. He’s glad that he didn’t scare you away.

“So, you’re not going to leave me?” Steve asks.

“Of course not. Why would I leave you?” You asked.

“I just thought it would scare you.” He says.

“It doesn’t scare me.” You assured softly. “All I care about is your honesty. That’s all that matters right now.” You say.

“Ok.” He almost whispers and smiles.

You smiled back and kissed him passionately.

“Just know, I’m 100% cool with it, ok?” You say.

“Ok.” Steve replies.

“One more thing.” You say.

“What is it?” He asks.

“Promise me you won’t force me to eat human meat.” You say.

“I promise.” He almost whispers.

“Good.” You smiled, pecking his lips softly. “I love you, Stevie.” You say softly.

“I love you too, baby.” He says.

-Bucky’s Doll

[n0t-evenhere]

Heeyyyy✂✂✂✂

if MC has a lot of piercings and stretches some of them every few months would Ray like that

If MC had nipple piercings and flashes Ray every few days just to get him exited but leaves him hanging how would Ray react (I would never let that happen)

What if MC leaves Ray (in that one ending when MC doesn't call him and he gets salty) and they leave but he finds them again so they try to make up for it

HALEY

Would haley let MC eat them out

What if MC jumps onto Haley with a lot of biting

DOUBLE

What if MC rips out his piercings

What if MC gets away from him again

Byeee✂✂✂✂ sorry if to mucchhh😼

I am soooo sorry, been working on job stuff since this morning. Totally didn’t mean to leave this in my box for this long. 😭

When it comes to pricing Ray downs have a preference for piercings, if you streatch em out, of off it. In fact, in his mind, it’s like a ‘go against the government’ thing. Before for Ray, he got piercing because the NAHA (which is pretty much the government behind the scenes) said he couldn’t and he was like. “Yea….guess what I did~” got piercings, wanna stretch em, do it.

Oh really? You think you can just….flash him and leave him high and dry? Nah, not happening. He is literally speedy, he could even freeze you in place with his telepathy. You can try to escape sweetie but that’s not happening. Might even grip that back of your neck and pull you back if he’s close enough. Imagine if he just snagged you by your shirt, pulled you back to look at him and he’s just 😐. “Take the shirt back off…you were so brave, just take it. Take off the shirt…I can do it for you if you’d like….”

I mean, isn’t that kinda what happens? You leave, gets kidnapped, he save you and then you guys basic go on living. I would say it wasn’t exactly worked out per se in a healthy way. However, if it’s the second time you ran. He’d be frustrated but he would do everything. To get you to stay. He’d practically be begging to know why you left. Might even cry. He’s insecure. Might be a bad idea.

Ray: *voice breaking.* “Why did you leave me?”

MC: *stepping back.* “y-you’re scaring me.”

Ray: *gets closer.* “Was I too much? Did- did I do something wrong? Was it something I said? Please…please I begging you tell me what I did wrong. I’ll fix it.” *borderline panic attack.* “I promise, I can fix it! I’ll fix it! I can make it better! Please! You make me better! You can’t leave me!”

MC: “Ray, please, calm down. It’s okay, really alright. Just relax, we can talk it out.”

Ray: “talk it out? That’s what I’m asking for that’s what I want! To talk it out!”

MC: *clearly worried.* “Okay, let’s talk it out in a calm manner.”

Ray: *something darkens in his gaze. A realization if you will* “No….we aren’t talking it out…not anymore. you don’t get a choice…you belong to me…you always have. From the moment I saw you. You. Have. Been. Mine.”

For Haley, I think it’s up to you. Haley comes off as a go with the flow kind of person. However at the same time they seem the more recovering bossy type. Get what I’m laying down? I guess I’m not decided, it’s a 50/50

Haley would either get upset and bite you back, or might do something petty like shed on your bed. 😭😂 if it’s just a playful thing, like a mutual playfulness then Haley might be into it. Laughing about it. If it’s just a regular moment in a random Tuesday, yea. Haley isn’t going to take that well.

Double is very much to me a ‘I can do whatever I want with your body it’s mine but you absolutely cannot do anything to me.’ He can hurt you all he wants but you hurt him? Yea that’s going to get you punished. Rip out his piercing, he’s taking your fingers. The only time he might let you hurt him is if it’s like a matching marks type of thing. You aren’t allowed to hurt him.

Welp, if you ran again and Ray doesn’t have your back this time. You are loosing those fights and probably some toes. Maybe even a whole hand. Security will be tight, you are t leaving again. He lost you once. He’s not going to let it happen again. I wouldn’t be surprised if he kept you on a chain to a wall. You will bee broken down until you can be reformed into his perfect pet. He’s perfectly, broken, loyal, pet. Kiss what ever life you dreamed of without him good bye.

[greypistacchio]

alright, do you remember Sam and Dean from seasons 1-5? they would and did die for each other, they would rather doom the world than their sibling, and their devotion to each other was unconditional. and, for all we've all joked about their codependency, it was very much real and now that it's starting to fall apart the debris is hitting Dean, particularly, and leaving deep cuts.

so I'm on 9.13 right? at the end of the episode, Sam and Dean have a discussion about whether they will let Maritza go back to Peru, and they end up arguing about their own bond. mind you, it's pretty clear to both of them as well as to the audience that their relationship is on the rocks, but I don't think either of them had realised how much they've drifted away from each other until now.

so when sam says, "That's the problem. You think you're my brother, my saviour, the hero (...) you've convinced yourself that you're doing more good than bad. But you're not (...). Please, tell me what is the upside of me being alive?" you can see him flinch. he doesn't blow up at Sam, though, which is a new one considering that he tends to have angry outbursts at people when he's feeling cornered or vulnerable. instead he scoffs, because he cannot imagine a world in which them being on the road together again isn't better than one in which Sam is dead.

but then sam goes on with, "You didn't save me for me. You did it for you. I was ready to die, I was ready—I should have died. But you? You didn't wanna be alone, and that's what all of this boils down to. You can't stand the thought of being alone! i'll give you this much, you're willing to do the sacrificing as long as you're not the one being hurt," and you can see in Dean's face, I fucking swear, you can see in his face how deeply that hurt him.

right now, Dean simply cannot hear those words. regardless of whether Sam is being fair or not, Dean is just not in the right place to hear Sam out and try to understand what he's expressing without getting defensive. again, he doesn't blow up at his brother. but he does something that ends up hurting him infinitely more than snapping at Sam would've, because he ends up stating his belief that Sam would've saved him too if the situation had been reversed and Sam says he wouldn't have.

i was left speechless after hearing that.

eight and a half seasons into the show, it's been made abundantly clear that Dean struggles with a chronic sense of guilt, loneliness, and unworthiness. many times the only reason why he's kept going has been his duty as Sam's protector, and he even gave his life and spent 40 years in Purgatory just so Sam would live. whether you agree or not with Dean's feral commitment to keeping Sam alive, it's been his driving force all this time, to the point that he DID sacrifice his own happiness when he let go of his life with Lisa and Ben to join Sam on the hunt again.

and look, Sam is right when he says that Dean doesn't want to be alone, but it's so fucked-up that he throws it in Dean's face as if that wasn't a result of a lifetime of trauma, or were an evil thing. regardless of whether he agrees with Dean's refusal to let go of him, Sam knows how unbearably lonely Dean is, and he knows how much Dean has sacrificed because he has fucking seen him do it.

yeah, of course he's got every right to be pissed, particularly considering that Sam has deep issues with being denied his autonomy be it by not allowing him to make his own choices or by possession. he DOES have every right to be mad that Dean, once again, didn't let him go when he was ready and willing to pass away. but the way he handled it is NOT OKAY at fucking all, and I don't care that he's Sam with the puppy eyes and kind heart.

and that's why I see this scene as the first time that Dean realises how far away from each other they really are. up until now he wasn't aware that Sam was furious that Dean didn't let him die. yes, he knew that Sam was angry about what Dean did to keep him alive, ie. letting an angel possess him, and he knew that Sam was really mad at him for lying to him and going behind his back. but I don't think Dean was aware that Sam is also fuming over the fact that he is alive at all, beyond the technicalities of how Dean made that happen.

Dean has been actively suicidal since season 2, but I don't think it ever crossed his mind that Sam might be too. not because he isn't a good person, or because he doesn't care—but rather because, as I said above, he isn't ready to acknowledge that his brother might not want to keep pushing through anymore. Sam was the one who got away from the hunt, and who got into college, and who was going to have a picket-fence life with his partner and be happy. Sam is the good-hearted one, Sam is the compassionate one, Sam is the one who Dean thinks deserves to live out of the two of them.

how do you think Dean felt when he heard Sam prove this all wrong? he knows what suicidality feels like, and he has struggled with it for years but endured because he was raised to protect Sam at all costs. how do you think it felt to hear Sam, his life purpose, blow up at him and call him a selfish coward when Dean has spent his whole fucking life taking care of Sam no matter the cost? and how do you think Dean felt when it dawned on him that Sam did not want to live either? Dean was meant to keep Sam alive and protect his chance at having a happy, long life. if Sam doesn't want that anymore, he has failed, so what now? what is he supposed to do with this, with the knowledge that his little brother despises what he did and sees him as an asshole who just keeps him around so he won't be lonely because he is selfish??

god I am so mad right now. not at either of them, per se, though I do think that Sam is being an asshole every time he fails to acknowledge how much Dean has had to give up, lose, or barter just to raise him, then to stand by him when Heaven wanted to kill him, then to remain by his side when Lucifer walked the Earth after Sam was tricked into freeing him. I am just mad on their behalf. this was a point of no return if I've ever seen one, because Sam has spat on Dean's most tender wounds and rawest hurt. what the fuck are they gonna do now? how do you rebuild the trust after something like this?

this show's gonna be the end of my sanity. for fuck's sake.

[sunnwalker]

You can tell when I stopped caring with this and I think that's beautiful.

[aroaceleovaldez]

Nico and Percy's dynamic through the series is eternally funny to me, because it's just. like.

Percy's having a constant mental struggle between his fatal flaw of loyalty with a promise he made to Bianca to protect Nico, versus his Big 3 kid desire to maim other Big 3 kids / Poseidon descendant urge to totally maim Nico specifically. He hates Nico so so much. He thinks Nico's annoying and weird at best, and creepy/sketchy when he's older. The only positive thoughts Percy has towards Nico are "He's Bianca's brother and Bianca was my friend and I owe her/He's Hazel's brother and Hazel is my friend and would kill me if I was mean to him," "He's a powerful asset and useful ally (if questionable)," and "He's kinda pathetic and I feel maybe a little bad about it." Percy has multiple occasions throughout the series where he strongly considers - and on one occasionally actually goes through with - throttling Nico.

Meanwhile, Nico is following around Percy like a lost puppy. He explicitly can never bring himself to even dislike anything about Percy no matter how hard he tries. He has a whole bit in BoO where he's mentally going "UGH he's so stupid BUT IT'S ENDEARING HOW DARE HE." He's totally smitten. He's making deals with his dad for Percy. He's making convoluted plans to help Percy stand a chance against Kronos. During the entirety of BoTL it's like he's playing tsundere - "I'm helping NOT PERCY SPECIFICALLY with this quest! Me helping Percy would be SILLY because I DEFINITELY HATE HIM." Then he proceeds to show up to Percy's birthday party to basically ask him on a weird date and spend the entire next book scrambling around trying to help him or protect him or impress him. And Percy could not give less of a shit.

Just. That dynamic is so funny to me. Percy is the founder of the Nico Protection Club in that he's the one they're all protecting Nico from and meanwhile Nico is throwing himself at Percy to the point where the literal god of gay love calls him out on it.

[munsonify]

Hiya! I hope you're having a wonderful day, I just wanted to say that the Bob SFW alphabet was so amazing! I loved how you captured all the layers to Bob, and how he's ultimately so tender and loving with reader. You mentioned a part about Sentry (or I guess Bob as Sentry) being protective of reader... would you be alright elaborating??

— hi, i hope you’re having a wonderful day too!! you’re so nice thank you so much, i was worried that it was super out of character for him. of course im alright with elaborating, i’ve been wanting to, thank you for asking!! i really hope this all makes sense and im not just brain vomiting on tumblr.com (when am i not)

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before bob gets more of a control over sentry and void (something that’s directly connected to his bpd, a mental health issue he’s working on in therapy), i think he’s more prone to outbursts. i think this only happens in more serious situations though, ones that cant be dealt with relatively easily and shrugged off.

he doesn’t quite have the coping mechanisms he needs to regulate himself properly. bob tries not let himself get so overwhelmed by his emotions, though it does happen sometimes. deep down he knows he has the abilities to help you and protect you, a high he tried not to chase. one that he sometimes succumbs to.

bob wants nothing more for you to be safe, for you to be happy, alive. that’s one of the things that drives his emotions so intensely.

on the off chance sentry does take over during this time, he does become physical. if he finds out something happens to you during a mission gone sideways, he fights a usual losing battle with that switch in his head that tells him to go do something about it. his eyes turn a bright yellow, twitching and darting all over the place. sentry’s cocky, he knows he can win a fight.

he has no issue knocking someone into a wall for your sake, even if you claim you have it under control. why have you do it when he can do it for you? it’s not like he’s going to get hurt or anything anyways. it gives him such a power trip.

when bob has better coping mechanisms, has an easier time managing sentry and the void, sentry usually comes out as more of an intimidation tactic. while his highs and lows are still a little sporadic, bob has a much better time controlling them and harnessing them. sentry and the void are still superpowers/superhumans.

if someone’s being particularly obnoxious to you while the both of you are out in public, someone who isn’t taking no’s or warnings to knock it off, he lets his emotions bubble up a little. his eyes start to glow how they usually do when sentry makes an appearance. it’s as if this other side of hims poking and prodding at his brain, begging to be released for just a second. bobs posture straightens up, eyebrow cocking as he moves to stand behind you.

“don’t make this more of an issue than it already is.”

with being able to harness his abilities more, sentry tends to make an appearance more often during missions. he’s always looking over his shoulder at you, making sure you have things handled. he’s ready to swoop in the moment he thinks he needs to (he always thinks he needs to. not that he doesn’t think you’re capable, but because he likes having that power).

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a/n. man idek if i like this. this could be so ooc

[nabaath-areng]

Been impossible to take photos of these nails due to horrible weather lighting, but since it was specifically inspired by Ieeha I needed to figure out a way... thank you closet for having surprisingly decent lighting and dresses for being a surprisingly decent backdrop!!!