#so I know where ur comin from

[oceantornadoo]

okay but best frien johnny who gets in your last nerve when you’re pms-ing or ovulating. and he absolutely knows what he’s doing bc he tracks ur cycle

“johnny, just stop! god, it’s like you’re a little boy.” you get up in a huff, leaving a bewildered gaz and johnny in the common room. johnny’s still loosely gripping the remote you were fighting over, stuck doing mental math as he watches your retreating figure stomp down the hall and out of sight.

gaz breaks the tension by snatching the remote out of johnny’s hand, a murmured “sorry, mate” as he picks the first action movie he sees, just to have some background noise. it doesn’t drown out the buzzing in johnny’s head or the concerned look gaz is shooting his way, that ever-present cap doing little to hide his questioning eyes. “‘s fine. the lass isn’t feelin’ her best. gonna go check up on her.” he jerks his body off the couch, not waiting for an ok by gaz as johnny makes his way to your room.

you’d been snappy at him all week. critiquing his messy room (he preferred the term eclectic), his handsiness (was never an issue before), even his smell (he knew you liked his musk though). suddenly, he had an inkling to check that app on his phone, the one hooked up to your period tracker, and lo and behold, he had his answer. now it was a matter of getting on the right side of your hormones.

johnny stopped in front of your door, fishing out the copy of your key he made, unlocking it without announcing himself. he walked in on you changing, hand on your back to unhook your bra as you slipped out of your day clothes. you didn't acknowledge him, instead slipping on your pajama shirt (one of his old ones) and taking off your underwear, kicking it towards your laundry bag as you pulled on sleep shorts. "now who's bein' messy?" johnny muttered, ignoring your scoff as he picked up your discarded underwear and placed it in your laundry hamper. "you here to apologize?" you spit out, refusing to make eye contact as you looked in your mirror, pulling your shirt this way and that. johnny stalked over to where you were standing, settling behind you as he met your eyes in the mirror, shaking his head. "yer period's comin' soon, bonnie. 's why yer all mean an' spittin'."

your mouth dropped at the insinuation, taking a step forward to get out of his atmosphere. unfortunately, he followed you, taking two steps until your back was flush against his chest. one hairy paw reached out to cup your breast over your shirt, his fingers ignoring your pointed nipples as he squeezed you to his liking. "tender?" all you could do was nod and bite back the pain he was sending your way, hormonal nerves shouting at you to stop him. his hand traveled to your stomach, rolling your pudge between his fingers. "bloated?" you nodded again, his motions giving you no relief from your pms symptoms. he didn't seem to care, focusing more on your body reactions. "skin's hot. temp's goin' up, hm?" so that's why you woke up in a sweat last night. which you didn't even tell him about...

"you're being weird, johnny. how do you know all this?" he shrugged, his hand on your stomach traveling again to cup your pussy, his other hand sliding against your spine to reach the back of your neck. "what are best friends for? i know she's all sensitive." he squeezed your cunt for emphasis. "think i should kiss her an' make it all better, mo leannen?" you nodded silently. he pulled down your shorts and got to his knees, turning so he was eye-to-cunt with your sensitive pussy. he gave her a sniff, then a kiss on your clit. another for emphasis, tongue flicking in like he was trying to make out with her. the angle was all bad, the pleasure minimal, which he knew. it was for pure emphasis - to stake his claim that he knew you better than you knew yourself. after another kiss, he rose back up, righting your shorts. "c'mon, need yer sleep before the blood comes." it would be impossible to sleep with him, an absolute human furnace, but you went along anyways, your best friend johnny leading the way.

more best friend!johnny here!

[ba9go]

being miya atsumu’s no. 1 cheerleader

miya atsumu does not need a fanclub when he has you.

miya atsumu x fem!reader; pre-game shenanigans means holding atsumu’s hand when he has to lock in and also flirting with him to rile him up on the bus ride!

both my exes are volleyball players and let me tell u these volleyball men walk around carrying such huge egos but at the end of the day, they still fall at ur feet when u say the simplest things to them… so cute lol i wanna step on them

the miya atsumu fanclub is notorious for being loud and utterly obsessed with the inarizaki setter.

it was a little funny at first, hearing their poorly-concealed squeals whenever he stepped onto the court. but damn, did it get annoying real quick.

on the bus ride, atsumu seems calm. he’s holding your hand, and he has his earphones in, even though you know he’s not actually listening to anything. he’s so uncharacteristically quiet during the 30-minute drive to the stadium, it’s almost scary, but you know it’s because there’s only one thing in his mind right now.

winning.

atsumu sits facing towards the window, but you know he isn’t looking at the blur of scenery and cars driving past. no, atsumu is focused right now. he’s in his head, thinking about the game, from the very moment he steps onto the court to when he’s finally leaving the stadium with yet another win.

the bus pulls into the parking lot and already, there’s a horde of fangirls crowding outside the stadium entrance, ready to ask for signatures and selfies.

atsumu finally tears his gaze from the window with a harsh click of his tongue, and you can’t help but laugh at his antics.

“i hate mosquito season,” atsumu says through gritted teeth, crossing his arms like a petulant child, and you know he’s not talking about insects. “i can’t stand em, seriously! these pests.”

"don’t be like that,” you scold lightly, patting his thigh twice. “be nice to your supporters.”

“but they’re so annoyin’! even as supporters, it’s like they’re cheerin’ jus’ to throw me off ma game!” atsumu pouts, and there it is, your chance to butter him up and really rile him up for the game.

“nothing can throw you off your game, ‘tsumu,” you say sweetly, reaching up to cup his face in one hand. atsumu leans into your touch immediately. “you’re better than that.”

“yer right,” atsumu smirks, placing his hand over yours to guide it to the back of his neck for you to comb your fingers through his hair. “‘sides, s’hard to pay them any attention when yer here, doll.”

“yeah? you like it when i watch you play, ‘tsumu?” you tug a little at atsumu’s hair, just the way he likes it, and it has him leaning forward until his head is resting on your shoulder and his face is pressed into your shirt.

“i love it. yer my lucky charm, babe. my darlin’ cheerleader. don’t need any of those pigs squealin’ f’me when i got my pretty girl ta support me.”

“i can never take my eyes off you, atsumu,” you murmur softly, and you mean it. atsumu always looks so good on court, doing what he loves most. he carries his passion for volleyball everywhere with him, but the court is where it truly shines through, where his hard work finally pays off.

atsumu’s a proud guy, with an ego bigger than most, and yet he melts at your words and keens at your touch.

“ya mean it?” atsumu tilts his head to the side to look at you, and you grin.

“you don’t believe me?” you ask, and atsumu grins and shrugs. “hmm, how about this. i’ll help coach take down team stats* today. i’ll give you a kiss for every service ace today.”

"god, yer the best. yer comin’ ta all my games from now on.”

“you’ll lose your fangirls, y’know,” you say, half-jokingly.

“don’t need em,” atsumu says, completely serious. he grins wildly at you. “yer all i need.”

atsumu had no shame breaking the hearts of his fangirls walking into the stadium with your hand in his, but the cherry on top was definitely the way he pointed at you before every serve. (he got 16 service aces that match.)

i miss volleyball… i miss competition szn… siiiiiigh

*team stats r like a lil sheet of paper for the coach to take down n keep track of every player’s performance in a match. points scored, mistakes, for spiking, receiving, setting, blocking, all that stuff. my ex used to come to my games and help me take down stats for me (and my whole team) so we could review my games tgt

[teojira]

TEDDY! I checked ur old blog and saw u have a this one :3, and i saw u write for the KAIJUUUS? bro i love godzilla sosososoosoOSOSOSOSO MUCH, if you're down for it, could you do some headcanons of being Godzilla's favorite human?, ofc platonic, (i dead ass love this gigantic lizard sm i made a wedding pic art as a joke cause someone said marry the damn lizard and i said fine i will, and i wanna clarify twice, it was a joke, i just love large lizards)

[Being Goji's favorite human headcanons] [platonic]

Summary: What being a huge lizard titans human entails!

Warnings: None! Just platonic companionship between you and the Big guy.

Word count: 650+ words

A/N: Omg Tama :(( I'm so happy to see you're here from the call of duty blog!! It's always a joy to see you in my notifs 🫶 ofc I got you, Godzilla headcanons comin right up! I hope these are okay!

- Being Goji's favorite human comes with alot of good, but alot of bad as well.

- It makes you special. There is no documentation in any of Monarchs database of him having any explicit connection to humans, no country, no specific race, and you're seemingly the first person in history. But that also means you're under their control due to your ties to the Kaiju.

- He doesn't visit nearly as much as he wishes he could, despite you both being connected by seemingly fate. He is the king of monsters, bro is busy! He has to keep the balance.

- Monarch learned the hard way that you cannot be housed at a base, it sets Goji off, so they literally have to place you on a private island somewhere for when he does come to see you, he can't destroy anything.

- Contrary to most of the publics opinion, he IS sentient. He knows what he does. Destroying usually comes with the territory when he has to fight a threat, but visiting you isn't so he makes sure not to crush your home, bellowing to let you know he's come to see you.

- He doesn't know why he cares for you, but it feels right, coming to you and curling up on the sand, waiting for you to come closer.

- Goji has ever been touched by one other human without intent of harm, Serizawa. He still remembers how comforting it was, how a small little human seemed to care for him when he was at his lowest.

- He enjoys when you pet him, more often than not being more than okay with the touch. It also helps that you take care of any issues he may have due to him being in the water extremely often, and he gets the occasional barnacle.

- The first time you took one of him, he snarled so loud that it sent you flying onto your back in fear, his large head whipping around to see just what the fuck you were doing.

- You explained to him calmly that you were removing the parasites from his scales. All you got was a huff in return. But he did turn back and rest his head again, so you figure that was him saying it was okay.

- It's hard to spend quality time with the titan due to just how BIG the fucker is, but he allows you to climb up him and make your way to his head, he's eerily still when he feels you on him, he knows his strength and size and one wrong move and you fall, shattering your legs.

- He would definitely bring you back things he's found in the ocean. What do you mean you're not interested in this deep sea squid that's the size of 3 school buses? He got it just for you! (You let Monarch take it to study, but you pretend to Goji that you are taking it for yourself.) (He lets out a pleased rumble at providing for you.)

- He somehow has the uncanny ability to find you no matter where you go, one time Monarch took you to the Japan base for a meeting that they deemed you necessary to attend.

- Imagine everyone's shock and awe when he appeared, roaring in a rage as he slouched down to the ground, not relaxing until you ran out in view, frantically waving your arms.

- He takes all his naps on your private island, curling into a little ball, it's the best rest he has had in years, only thing to make it better is when you join him, bring a blanket or bring a little air mattress and sleep out there with him, it brings him so much joy. If lizards could purr, you're sure he would be.

- Where this Goji, there is Mothra! She wants to see what caught his eye for the first time in centuries, she cares for humans more than he ever has, so she takes a liking to you immediately. So she visits you when she's able to, usually chirping and letting you touch her fuzz.

[graci3sb0w]

Think i really want this...

Gracie Abrams x Female Reader risk by gracie abrams

Summary : Gracie has a crush on u, and she's going crazy.

Warnings : wet dream kinda, gracies pov, stupid?

note : this is kind of a parallel to "You came out of the blue like that.."

she didn't know when it started.

Maybe it was the first time you laughed at something dumb she said, like really laughed, head thrown back, eyes crinkling. Or maybe it was when you texted her at 2 AM, just a simple “you up?”, and ended up talking until sunrise about everything and nothing.

Or maybe it was earlier than that—maybe she was doomed from the start.

Because here she is, staring at her phone, your name sitting at the top of her notifications, heart pounding. Like an idiot.

Like a crush.

she bites her lip, willing herself to be normal about this. To not overthink.

But she can’t.

Because it’s you.

And she thinks she might be in trouble.

she tells herself it’s casual. That she's not doing anything out of the ordinary.

But then she's picking her outfit with too much effort, fixing her hair twice, reapplying lip balm even though you’re not even here yet.

And when you finally show up, she swears, she forgets how to act.

"Hey," you say, stepping inside, the smell of your perfume hitting her immediately.

"Hey," she echo, and then—she just stands there.

Because what the hell is she supposed to do with her hands? Why is she so aware of her own breathing?

And why do you have to look so good doing the absolute bare minimum?

You glance at her, head tilted. "You okay?"

No.

"Yeah."

You hum in amusement like you don’t quite believe her, but you let it slide.

Thank God

they end up on her bed, sprawled out, just talking.

And it’s so normal.

Except it isn’t. Not for Gracie.

Because every time you move, every time your fingers absentmindedly trace patterns into her blanket, every time you push your hair out of your face—she notices.

she really notices.

And then you do this thing, where you turn your head to look at her mid-sentence, your lips slightly parted like you’re about to say something, and it’s so—stupidly attractive that she physically has to look away.

Because if she didn't, she might do something reckless.

Like kiss you.

Or confess everything.

Or, worst of all—fuck it all up.

It’s late when you finally leave, and she should be asleep by now.

But she's not.

she's lying in bed, staring at her ceiling, overthinking every moment. Every glance. Every smile.

she tells herself this is stupid. That she doesn't even know if you’d ever feel the same.

That she shouldn’t feel this way.

But she does.

And that scares the shit out of her.

Because she thinks—I think I really want this.

And I think I’d risk drowning for you.

The pen shakes in her hand.

she hates this.

she hates having feelings she shouldn't have, that they’re eating her alive, that no matter how hard she tries to ignore them, they just—stay.

So she does the only think she can do.

you can just talk and ill stare at ur mouth

The words bleed into the page, ink smudging slightly under her fingertips.

she doesnt cross it out.

Because it’s true.

she bites her lip, tapping the pen against her journal as she tries to breathe through the ache in her chest.

I wake up in the middle of the night, with the light on and i feel like i could die..

In my head, you're in the car, and you're comin' to me

And you get to my door, and you can't even speak

But I think that it's sweet, yeah, I think that you're sweet...

if you're the risk i'm gonna take it

she hates

hates that shes writing about you like you’re some love story she can’t stop herself from living. That she feels sick when she doesn't talk to you. That she can’t look at you without her heart betraying her.

That you’re probably clueless.

she drops the pen with a quiet thud and press her forehead to the paper, sighing.

And then—

Her phone rings.

She jumps.

Her heart practically leaps out of her chest, her body jerking so violently that the journal slips off of her lap and onto the floor.

The name on the screen makes her stomach flip.

It’s you.

She swears under my breath, fumbling for her phone, her fingers barely working as she presses answer.

“H-Hey.”

"You okay?" Your voice is soft, a little amused. Like you know.

She swallows. "Yeah, I just—uh—"

What does she say? Sorry, I was just pouring my entire soul onto paper about you?

You laugh, and it’s the sweetest fucking sound.

“Did I scare you?”

Yes. But not in the way you think.

She forces a breath. "No. I was just—"

She glances at the journal on the floor, the pages still open, her feelings spilled out for no one but herself to see.

"Just thinking."

You hum. "Good things, I hope."

She closes her eyes.

You have no idea.

The room is dark, quiet except for the faint hum of the AC. Gracie's limbs are tangled in the sheets, her skin flushed and damp, and her breath—God, her breath is ragged, uneven, like she just ran a marathon in her sleep.

Because of you.

It started slow, hazy, like the warmth of a summer night creeping in through an open window.

You were there—of course, you were. Sitting close, too close, your body pressed against mine in that effortless way that made my breath hitch, that made something coil tight in my stomach.

We were talking. About what? I don’t even know. Your voice was soft, teasing, just a little playful, like you knew what you were doing to me. Like you wanted to push me just far enough that I’d snap.

And then your fingers brushed over my thigh.

It was innocent—at first. A touch so light, so fleeting, it could’ve meant nothing. But it didn’t. It meant everything.

Because then you did it again.

And this time, you didn’t pull away.

I remember looking at you, my heart slamming against my ribs, my breath uneven, and you—God, you just smiled. Like this was a game you’d already won.

Then you leaned in, slow, deliberate, letting me feel your breath against my skin before your lips met mine.

I swear I could taste you. Could feel the way you kissed me—soft at first, like you were savoring it, like you wanted to memorize every second before it turned into something hungrier.

And it did.

Your hands tangled in my hair, fingers tugging just enough to make me gasp against your mouth. My hands were on your waist, your skin warm under my fingertips as I pulled you closer, needing more, more, more.

Somehow, we ended up tangled in the sheets, our bodies pressed together, heat radiating between us. Your lips ghosted over my jaw, my neck, lower—

I shivered.

It felt so real. The way you whispered my name, the way your touch burned into me, the way I melted for you, like I had been waiting for this all my life.

Like I needed you.

And just as you were about to—

She woke up.

Panting. Flushed. Aching.

She sits up, pressing a hand to her chest, her pulse hammering against her ribs. The dream still lingers in her mind, you still linger—your touch, your voice, the way you looked at her like you knew.

Like you wanted her just as badly as she wanted you.

Gracie squeezes her eyes shut, swallowing hard, but it doesn’t help. She could still feel it—your hands, your lips, the way her own name sounded from your mouth, the way you touched her like you were meant to. Like this wasn’t something she had to keep locked away, scribbled in the pages of the damn journal.

She exhaled sharply, dragging a hand through her hair, willing her body to calm the hell down.

But then—her phone buzzes.

She freezes.

Her heart lurches in her chest as she reached for it, hands still slightly shaking. And when she see your name on the screen—

I swear the universe is playing some cruel joke on me.

She hesitates for a second before picking up.

"Hey," she whisper, voice still hoarse, like she had just woke up from a dream she shouldn’t have had.

"Did I wake you?" Your voice is gentle, like you’re worried, and fuck, she hates how easily you get to her.

"No," she lies, running a hand over her face. "You okay?"

There’s a small pause. "I just couldn't sleep."

Neither can Gracie. Not when her body still burns from the dream.

"Want me to stay on the phone with you?"

You let out a small breath. "Yeah. Please."

So she does.

And tries not to think about the fact that just minutes ago, she woke up panting your name.

It was late. That kind of late where the world felt softer, quieter, like the universe had paused just long enough for Gracie to sit in this moment with you. They were on your couch, a movie playing on the screen, but neither of them was really watching. You were half-asleep, your head resting against the cushions, your fingers lazily scrolling through your phone.

And gracie? She was looking at you.

Not in the way friends do. Not in the way she was supposed to.

(pathetic)

Her heart was doing that stupid thing again—beating too fast, too uneven, too obvious. She swallowed hard, forcing her gaze away, trying to focus on anything but the way the dim light cast shadows on your face, the way your lips parted slightly as you yawned, the way she wanted—needed—to reach out and touch you.

She was so, so screwed.

You glanced at her then, eyes half-lidded, a small, sleepy smile pulling at your lips. “You okay?”

exhaling sharply, she nodded. “Yeah.”

lie.

Silence stretched between them, comfortable, but her chest felt tight. It had been building for weeks, maybe months—maybe since the second she met you. And now, sitting here, with the weight of it pressing against her ribs, Gracie felt like she was drowning in everything she couldn’t say.

too soon to tell you i love you

too soon to tell you i love you

too soon to tell you i love you

But she was tired. So damn tired of holding it in.

So she said it. Stupidly. Carelessly.

"I love you."

The words slipped out before Gracie could stop them, quiet, but there. Hanging in the air between them, irreversible.

Your phone stilled in your hands. Your brows knit together, like you weren’t sure you heard het right.

"What?"

She licked my lips, her stomach flipping violently, but she was already in too deep. Her laugh came out shaky, almost breathless. "I mean… it’s too soon, right?" Gracies fingers picked at the hem of her hoodie, her pulse hammering in her own ears. "Too soon to tell you I love you-." She tries covering it up like she was referencing something, letting out a humorless chuckle, but failing miserably.

You didn’t say anything.

Didn’t move. Didn’t blink.

Just stared at her.

And that was somehow worse.

Panic crawled up Gracie's throat. She wanted to backtrack, to laugh it off, to pretend like she hadn’t just ruined everything—but she couldn’t. She meant it. Every word.

Finally, you spoke. Voice barely above a whisper. "Gracie."

She swallowed hard, suddenly regretting every decision she had ever made.

But then—then—you moved.

Shifted closer, your fingers hesitating before reaching for hers, lacing them together. Your grip was warm, steady, grounding.

And when you spoke again, your voice was soft.

"What if it’s not too soon?"

[moonybug444]

Queen i love ur stories will you ever do other characters one day? keep writing girl ur killing it

i actually have been working on something for gojo so here it is lol but i didn’t think people wanted other characters! please let me know someone you guys would like me to write for!

you had it comin’

tw: daddy kink / reader is called a brat a lot / gojo ruins an orgasm / ——————————————————————————————————

“y’like it satoru? really?”

gojo looks at you like he’s got stars in his eyes. the second he even sees your pretty frame he was done for.

he had just come in from an entirely too long stressful day of work, the only thing on his mind was you. and of course, like you read his mind, you had a pretty surprise for him

you’re cutely giggling by the time he finally walks over to you, quickly shuffling himself so he sitting on the king size bed and your straddling his long legs.

with a bright smile on his face he demands, “gimme a spin beautiful,” and you happily get up. raising to your tip tip toes and giving him a short yet thorough spin. you’re in a short, pretty, baby blue lingerie set, and paired with the cute little matching bows you topped, he thinks you want him to explode.

when it comes to your husband, it doesn’t take much to get plenty praise from him. in his eyes your perfect. shit, it’s gotten to the point where you wake up in the morning already expecting praise just for opening your pretty eyes.

of course that has its ups and downs though. i mean you’ve always been really, ‘taking cared of’ as you call it, though satoru calls it spoiled. getting everything you’ve wanted since the day you were born without so much as a rebuttal plus satoru’s constant yes’ didn’t do well for you at all. before you were only spoiled, now you’re a full on brat. you never hear the word no out of anyone’s mouth anymore, and when you do, who cares? you know your husbands going to make it happen for you.

gojo cuffs both hands under your ass and grins handsomely.

“look what you do to me, baby.” he looks down at the hard-on in his dress pants, and your eyes follow, practically drooling at the sight.

you feel like your going crazy the longer you look at it, you need it. it’s not like you haven’t had it or anything, you’re fucking yourself on your husbands dick practically every night. which is why your confused when satoru doesn’t make his move like usual. and you’re even more confused when he shoves your hand away from touching him.

your lips curl back when you pout, “satoru…why can’t i—”

“what you think you deserve it all of the sudden?” he takes a deep breath and tries to put on his stern voice. “you really think weeks worth of being a spoiled brat is gonna erase from this, sweetheart?”

yes. most definitely. even satoru knows it can, but he’s realized going easy on you doesn’t get him anywhere. he can’t help it though, you’re as cute as can be. how’s he supposed to just say no to his pretty wife when she’s looking up at him with those perfect doe eyes, those wispy lashes he just adores on her? that big pouty lip and the puffed out cheeks when you start to throw a fit? exactly he can’t. although he figures he’ll at least give it a shot, just to say he tried.

“but—” of course he sees ‘em before they come. those big fat crocodile tears you force out whenever you’re not getting what you want on your timing. “i have been a good girl…! you just don’t even love me—” you go to wipe at your eyes and whine. usually they work, but this time satoru’s putting his foot down.

“nu-uh, no— baby c’mon, we’re not doing this tonight, ok?” he says the kind words though an antagonizing smile shows on his face, which he tries to hide.

he pulls you back on his lap and rubs circles on your back. he speaks to you in a delicate tone when you’ve finally calmed down he speaks to you in a subtle tone.

“what’s been going on, huh?” he fakes a pout. “what’s up with my sweet girl? i just can’t say no to anything these days, just throw a fit.”

your eyebrows are raised when you curl your head into his shoulder like a cat, trying to get on his good side. “m’sorry toru.” you sniffle out a whiney, “i jus’ miss you so much.” when you puff your chest out and start to slowly move your hips against him, you think your older husband starts to listen.

“i know you do pretty girl, but you can’t just—”

“please daddy…can i make it better?” when you say it like that all satoru can look at is your plush tits in that pretty set you’ve got on. all he can pay attention to is your full hips slowly circling his cock.

out the window is his stern attitude when you lay him down and take his clothes off one by one. out the window is you being a spoiled brat the last few weeks. all your husband can think about now is the way you let yourself sink on top of his leaking cock. he thinks all can be forgiven.

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“hah—” you’re still whining as you bounce on his cock, wanting to hear his praise. “m’doin g….good, daddy?” your pussy still dripping from the last load satoru gave you, sucking everything he’s got.

satoru slaps your ass and pants against your tits, mumbling incoherently to himself. he looks up at you bouncing on your tip toes and he feels like he’s gonna faint. he’s never seen something so beautiful, sure of it.

“mygosh, baby…” he tries to grab on to something—your hips, the bed, anything to keep him stable. “can’t keep doing this, ok? n…next time m’putting my foot done.”

yeah, yeah. you give him a cutely whined, ‘k, daddy’ and keep yourself going, trying your best to fuck him good like he does you. your trying your best and your husband knows it. and it’s almost like he reads your mind, because the second you feel your legs grow aches and tired of riding, he flips you onto the edge of the bed.

satoru leans down to fuck his tounge into your mouth when he starts to hear you whine about how its, ‘too much,’ all the sudden. he just can’t get a fucking break from your shit, can he? when he’s not fucking you its, ‘you don’t love me,’ but when he is you can’t take it?fuck that. he feels himself taking deeper stroke when you complain. fucks you harder and harder. you try to push at his lower tummy but he won’t let up—just grabs both of your hands with one of his and holds them above your head.

when your pussy starts to squirt out more of her mess he knows you’re starting to get overstimulated, but he just can’t seem to get himself to care. when you get too fussy all he does is stuff two of his fat fingers in your mouth.

“yeah,” he looks down to see the mix of slick and sweat pooling at the base of his cock every time he pulls away from you. “pussy feels even better when it’s not a fucking brat in my ear.”

drool pools around your mouth when you go to say something. satorus positive it’s something along the lines of, “m’not a brat!” he’s just glad he doesn’t have to hear it.

your clit pulses against his moving fingers and he can tell your there, just a few more strokes and you’d be making another mess.

“you wanna cum, baby?” satoru watches you hurriedly nod and his eyebrows raise, ready to play. he keeps fucking you deeper and deeper and you swear your feel your pussy gradually molding just for his dick.

his cock getting messier by the second, white ring showing every time he pulls in and out of your pussy. as soon as satoru sees your eyes start to roll back, and feels that little pussy let go. he pulls right out.

the whine that escapes from your lips is beyond satisfying, he can barely hold his smile. “wha— ‘toru!!” your little fingers fly to your clit, trying to at least ease some of the dissatisfaction. you rub your middle and ring finger in circles on your little clit messily, not nearly doing it as fulfilling as your husband. when your twitchy pussy does nothing but ache you cry out.

your eyes are weeping when you look to see your husband already pulling his briefs up and laughing at you. “don’t look at me like that baby.” he looks down at your pretty pussy still leaking with his and your cum and licks his lips, “you had it coming’.

[sourellie]

streamer!ellie

been seein this everywhere n i wanna partake!! ( º﹃º ) the usual bad grammar. not proofread. scared as shit to post this ENJOY!!!

streamer!ellie who met you over a game of fortnite. bear with me i haven't played fortnite in years. she ended up playing teams with you, hearing you talk shit made her and her stream love you!!! you two played quite a few rounds that day...From Then On....god if i got any of that right

streamer!ellie meeting you for the first time was a whole ordeal. she streamed the whole thing??? sweating buckets. spewing nonsense to her chat. this girl was NERVOUS. "Chat. Chat. I'm Scared. Chat Please."

streamer!ellie i can't decide if she's always shown her face or if she Was faceless at one point. but let's just say for shits n giggles the first time she showed her face Was the meeting u stream. "Big Things Are Comin'...Gunna Make Money Moves."

streamer!ellie she was so damn nervous for the face reveal. it was so awkward on her part. someone asked her what she was wearing and said "u know just a calm luh fit."

streamer!ellie let me talk about this real quick. you n ellie started dating Way before chat ever found out. obviously they had hints. aka the entire meeting u stream. she revealed it on accident when she called u babe and the whole chat basically said SAY WHAT!!!! so she had to confess....come clean if u will...

streamer!ellie starts all of her streams with "Hello All."

streamer!ellie OKOK THIS IS JUST PROJECTION ON MY PART BUT this girl cannot let go of "i i i be poppin bottles" she thinks it's so funny to play it at random points in her streams

streamer!ellie as for the games she plays i think she just likes to play whatever her stream tells her to. but she rage quits a lot...so. anyways i think if she had to pick her favorites it'd probably be dbd or any of the resident evil games. maybe even silent hill. but with you she loves to play minecraft!!! n you two even have a server with all your friends!!! she loves to see you interacting with her chat it's so special to her T . T

streamer!ellie when she walks away from her stream, you like to play pranks on her with chat. one time you told chat to ask what was behind her when she came back. she screamed in fear when she seen 'What's that behind you?' "WHAT IS WHAT?! WHAT IS WHAT?!?" she didn't turn around that whole stream.

streamer!ellie when she does just chatting streams all she talks about is you. "well my girlfriend-" "yeah my girlfriend-". she just loves u she wants to mention u as much as she can!!!! the amount of edits chat has made of you two...ellie had a stream where all she did was go through her discord and watch edits.

streamer!ellie chat loves you possibly more than they love ellie. 9 times outta 10 if ur with her, ur gunna get ur picture taken. borderline ur fans. they add u in group chats n stuff n sometimes u pop in to say hey!! and they never let it go.

streamer!ellie when she released merch she had u model :((((

streamer!ellie when u stay with her and she ends up playing something, she has a little place just for you to lay!!! it's like one of them big bean bags. it's right by her set up n sometimes stream catches her jus lookin at u :333

her username is elwilli cuz it's funny anyways enjoy these pics that are streamer!ellie coded

maybe one day i'll write more. anyways. bye

[diaryofaprettyprincess]

(rafe stuff comin soon but heres a eeny beeny teeny thought!!)

stepdad!leon kennedy x obsessed!naive!reader...

shes so obsessed with him...obsessed with everything that has anything to do with him. following him around the house like a lost pup.

one day u get really jealous after overhearing a phone call he had with your mom (she's always out somewhere---either with her friends or... God knows where--so it is truly just you and leon alone). obviously you know that leon has to keep up the image of being a loving doting husband, but when you hear him say the simple words, "i miss you too--alright love you too, bye." to end the brief phone call between the two of them, your face blushes and heats up with possessiveness.

just completely taking leon by surprise--usually he is the one in control,but right now you cant take it anymore!! he was yours, not hers!!!

just bouncing on his cock and grinding ur engorged button on the trimmed hair of his pelvis as you cry. his big arms encaging your smaller body and you just feel so so good!!! except u remember the conversation between leon n ur mom and u start getting angry.

"u--u love me?" u simper out, bottom lip pulled out in a pout as tears sprout from ur eyes n fall down ur face. ur desperate.

leon adjusts his body so his head is against the pillows as you ride, his large and strong hands controlling your bouncing movements. he doesn't respond, not exactly hearing you as you clench your sopping cunt around his veiny cock, small grunts falling from his lips.

you lower a bit, your chest pressed against his as you catch his eyes with yours. "answer!" you whine, sniffling.

"wh-?" he begins, and you cut him off. his eyebrows are pulled together in both confusion and concentration.

"you l-love me, r-right daddy?" his cock is pummeling inside of your pussy as he pounds his hips up into yours.

"o-'f course I do, baby.." his voice is so soft as he takes the back of his hand, wiping away your tears and pushing your face to mesh with his, sloppy kisses sounding between the two of you.

"ur only m-mine!" you cry out again, wrapping your smaller hand around his throat. "s-say it."

"i--" he chokes out, slightly surprised by your burst of dominance that you seem to be having. however, he can see right through it. just a frightened little girl afraid of being abandoned. but he would never. you mean everything and more to him. he can feel your hand tighten around his throat, nothing too bad --and he can still breathe. its just the hint of shock that chokes him up for a second.

he can tell you are worked up. must have been worked up for some time now. poor baby, he thinks. you sometimes got this way--too many emotions that flood in ur head all at once. it was overwhelming for you, and he understood that. his hands run along your torso for a second, then slow your jackrabbit-like hips down from its quick bouncing.

"shhh," he shushes you gently and he can feel your hand loosen. your eyes are big and glossy and begging. he takes your hand from his throat and kisses your palm gently, adjusting himself again so as to sit up and be skin to skin with you. he sees how upset you are. he throws your arms around his shoulders so you can be in his lap. close to him. "i'm yours baby--yours and only yours, yeah?"

your eyes are big and pleading as he leans forward, the thrusts have momentarily halted so that he can place you properly in his lap; but he's still inside of you. he kisses your lips gently--so tenderly that it tickles. "you're everything to me, mk? i love you so much.."

you whine, feeling his hands run across your back and the sides of your torso. your still breathing heavily through your nose---but he can see your calming down. he kisses across your neck to your cheek. "gimme some deep breaths, okay?"

you nod, and he breaths deep along with you for a few seconds.

"what's got you so worked up, honey? hm?" his voice is so soft and sweet. so saccharine. it makes you melt even more in his hold.

"don' like you talkin to her.." you whimper out, and he automatically knows. you and your mom never had the best relationship. she was always very mean to you, and you especially didn't like her cuz you have seen her cheating on your stepdad. she just wanted him for money or a warm body to sleep next to. she was very verbally abusive. that is why you loved when she was gone. which she almost always was. leon knew all of this. he was planning on a divorce for a while now, but wanted to wait until you started back at college. he wanted to be with you.

"oh, sweet girl..." he sighs, kissing your lips. "she means nothing to me, baby. need you to understand that, m'okay?"

you nod, playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck. "mkay, daddy."

leon smiles gently before kissing you slowly, beginning to use calloused hands for a soft touch as he plays with your peaked nipples.

"know why i love kissin' you so slowly baby?" you shake your head no, a little mew leaving your lips. his tongue drags along yours. "cuz it feels like we have all the time in the world together."

you sigh at his words, beginning to start up your grinding and he helps you pick up your speed.

"all yours, princess. daddy's all yours."

[hqbaby]

two — still winning

fuck ur instincts — suna x reader & atsumu x reader

you and suna are just fooling around—so why does he care so much when you start falling in love with someone else?

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He doesn’t care. Why would he? He’s not your boyfriend or anything. You’re just two close friends who happen to fuck sometimes. You’re a grown woman. You’re allowed to go on dates with guys… who aren’t him.

“What is wrong with yer face,” Aran says. He reaches out to touch the corners of Suna’s lips. “Smile!”

The boy just scowls at him. “What are you doing?” he says, yanking his friend’s hands away from his face. “Don’t touch me.”

Aran bursts into laughter. “Yer so serious!”

“What’s goin’ on with ya?” Osamu prods, launching himself onto the couch between the other two boys. He pokes a finger to Suna’s cheek. “Ya break up with yer girlfriend or somethin’?”

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

“If she’s not yer girlfriend, then why don’t ya tell us her name? Doesn’t matter if we know now, does it?”

Suna sinks deeper into the cushions and groans. “Will you guys just be quiet for once?”

“Such a grump.” Osamu sighs, slumping against the couch’s arm. “Anyway, what’re we doin’ over the break?”

“Kita and I are headin’ home before trainin’ starts,” Aran says. “I miss my bed.”

The gray-haired twin hums. “I’d go home too but I got that internship comin’ up.”

A pillow lands on his face.

“Quit braggin’ ‘bout yer internship.”

“I’m not!”

As the two of them bicker, Suna takes his phone out of his pocket. He pulls up your chat and reads your last message to him.

y/n the love of my life: nah i have a date

His eyes linger on your contact name. You set it up, obviously. The two of you (read: just you) were baking a cake in his kitchen (and failing miserably because his only contribution to the effort was distracting you with memes). You had asked him to send you a video he found of a bird freaking out when its owner “disappeared” behind a blanket because you wanted to show it to Oikawa and tell him that’s what he sounded like when Iwaizumi left him alone.

“Y/N L/N?” you gasped, reading the name he had you saved as. “Is that all I am to you?”

He burst out laughing when he saw how offended you looked. “Are you seriously upset?”

“Duh!” you said. “You’ve literally been inside me. And I’m just ‘Y/N L/N’ to you?”

“That’s your name isn’t it?”

You glared at him. “I’m not letting you have any of the cake.”

“Good. I’m pretty sure I’d get food poisoning anyway.”

“Rin!”

He laughed again, holding his phone out for you to take. “Fine,” he said. “Change it to whatever you want.”

A devilish smile appeared on your face as you took the phone away and started typing. He tried to see what you were doing, but you just pulled the screen closer to you so he couldn’t look. “It’s a surprise,” you told him. “Can’t ruin it.”

“You type really slow.”

“Your dick is microscopic.”

“Hey!”

With one last look at your handiwork, you gave him back the phone. “There,” you said. “Now, it’s accurate.”

He glanced at his screen and smirked. “Gee, you got a big ego.”

“Yeah. Bigger than your dick.”

“Stop talking about my dick!”

He tries rationalizing your “date” in his head. It’s not like you’ve mentioned liking anyone, he doubts it’s anything serious. He figures that you just decided to make plans because he was supposed to have plans. That’s probably all there is to it. You’ve done this before. It’s not any different from the other times. It’s not like he cares anyway, he has no reason to.

“Where’s Atsumu?” Aran asks, pushing Osamu’s feet away as the boy tries to stick them in his face. “Thought he’d be here after his test.”

“He came home earlier to get dressed, said he was goin’ out tonight,” Osamu says, trying to get his feet in Suna’s face this time. “Dunno where he thinks he’s goin’ without us.”

“Probably has a girl.”

“Doubt it.”

“Ya never know. Some girls like an airhead.” Aran pretends to swoon, forcing himself on top of Osamu. “‘Oh, ‘Tsumu! Yer so dreamy! Have my babies!’”

The twin’s hand lands in his face, pushing him away. “Gross,” he says. “Well, if Suna can get a girlfriend, I guess ‘Tsumu can too.”

“I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Boyfriend then.”

Osamu is rewarded with a firm kick to the groin.

“I’m tellin’ ya! It tastes great!” Atsumu insists. “Ya just haven’t tried it yet.”

Your face is a mix of both disbelief and amusement. “Uh-uh,” you say slowly, laughter threatening to spill from your lips. “I guess I’ll have to find out the next time I crave cereal with orange juice.”

“I’m serious! Don’t knock it ‘til ya try it!”

You laugh. “But why would I want to try it?”

He shakes his head and makes a faux serious face. “It’s in the pulp,” he explains, gesturing wildly as he tries to convince you that no, this is not a crazy person thing he’s saying right now. “Ya mix it in with the fiber and it just makes the flavor pop, y’know?”

The two of you burst into laughter.

The date’s been going well so far. You’d be lying if you said Atsumu’s the perfect gentleman because he isn’t. He talks while he eats and bulldozes through his meal without an effort to look proper in any way. He didn’t bring you to any of the nicer places on campus where the guys usually take girls that they want to impress, but the restaurant has its own charm. It’s cozy and warm and Atsumu talks to the owner of the place like she’s his own grandmother. He’s clearly a regular. And the food’s great too.

He’s fun to be around, you think. He’s, well, a regular boy with the usual quirks, but there’s a sweetness to him. Like you know he means well. What you see is what you get, and you don’t mind what you see at all.

“You’re on the volleyball team, right?” you ask when the conversation lulls as the two of you eat.

“Yup,” he tells you eagerly. “I plan on going to the Olympics.”

“Wow. That’s big.”

“It is. But it’s also what I’ve always wanted to do.”

You nod in understanding. “I have friends on the team. Your schedules get crazy sometimes, don’t they?”

“Yeah, they do, but we love it,” he says with a smile. “Who’re yer friends? I probably know ‘em.”

“Oikawa and Suna—I mean, I’m not really friends with Suna,” you correct yourself. “We’ve spoken a few times.”

“No kiddin’!” he exclaims. “They’re both great—just don’t tell ‘em I said that. Suna’s actually one of my best friends, went to highschool together and everythin’.”

Your eyes widen. “Seriously? What a coincidence.”

He chuckles. “Can’t believe we haven’t met before.”

You nod and smile, but you can believe it. You and Suna live in separate worlds most of the time. The only way you’re technically supposed to “know” each other is through Oikawa and you barely get involved with that part of your friend’s life anyway. It makes you wonder, though. What kind of person is Suna with his friends? Is he any different from the Suna that you know? Maybe you wouldn’t even recognize him.

The rest of the dinner goes on without a hitch and Atsumu drives you back to the dorms after.

“I had fun,” you tell him, digging into your purse for your key. “You shouldn’t have paid though. I’m the one who owes you.”

He waves it off. “Ya can always pay next time.”

The corners of your lips curl upward at the bold remark. “Next time?”

“Well, if that’s… y’know, somethin' ya wanna do,” he says sheepishly. “Would ya? Wanna do this again, I mean. Soon maybe.”

He looks at you like a little boy with hopeful eyes, an image that doesn't entirely match his rather large physique. It’s endearing. It’s sweet. And you decide that you might actually grow to like this boyish side of him a little.

“I have practice tomorrow,” you tell him. “And we have a team dinner after.”

His face falls slightly, trying to hide his disappointment. “Oh, sure. No, I get it.”

“How does coffee sound to you then?”

He lights up at that, face bursting with joy. “Sounds great,” he says. “Meet ya at the quad?”

You nod. “I’ll text you when I’m free.”

“Cool,” he says, still beaming. “I’ll see ya tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow,” you say, reaching up to plant a kiss on his jaw. “Night, ‘Tsumu.”

“Night, Y/N.”

You unlock your door and step inside, waving at him one last time before closing the door behind you. You lean against the wall, a kaleidoscope of tiny butterflies already gathering in your stomach as you sink to the floor. It’s a new feeling. Interesting, but nice.

Buzz. Buzz.

You reach into your pocket and pull out your phone to find a text from Suna.

rin: how was the date?

you: pretty good actually

you: i’m seeing him again tmrw

rin: nice

Suna feels the urge to chuck his phone across the room. “Nice.” That was his great response. He groans, feeling like a bumbling fourteen-year-old again. He didn’t like being fourteen at all. -3/10, not an experience he’d ever recommend.

He looks down and reads your message again. You’re seeing the guy tomorrow. That’s soon. You just had your first date and you’re seeing him again. It must’ve been something special, Suna thinks, and it makes him feel sick.

His phone pings. Another text from you.

y/n the love of my life: can i come over?

He stares at your words for a while. For a moment, he’s convinced that his mind is playing tricks on him, that he’s just seeing what he wants to see. Then, he smirks, knowing that of course it’s real.

Somehow, he’s decided that, though the guy might be special, it means something that you’re going to end up in Suna’s bed anyway. He doesn’t know exactly what it means, but it means something. It means: Mystery Guy 0, Suna 1. He still comes first, he wins this time. And that’s all that matters.

It makes him feel better than it probably should, but he tries not to think about that. Not now at least.

notes. i'm gonna let u know rn that all the characters in this series are dumb college kids w big feelings and no idea what to do w any them. today is suna's day to be oblivious to his emotions but everyone's gonna get their turn eventually 😩 (also the spice starts next chapter hihihi)

[edenspoem]

your royal jizzness aestra

do you believe in sub!ellie rules dom!ellie drools

OBVIOUSLYYYYY, have you seen that girl?? but usually i kind of see it in a praisey, simpy (I need a different word for this) type of way where she WANTS you to do whatever, or let her do whatever. which.. leans more subtop sometimes?? but it still works. for example, sub!ellie is the type of gal that requires skin–to–skin round the clock, as in like the split second you join her in bed after a bootyfuck–long day, (ellie was most certainly laxing in bed an hour prior scoping you across the room, dramatically waiting: "you comin' to bed now? getting kinda sleepy, babe.") she's thrumming up sweet lies about how oh so heavy her lids weigh— until, you actually slip under the covers, and she's satiating the dew pooling through her panties with nippy kisses at the hinge of your jaw and laughing like an idiot, which, naturally, brings about the end of miss ellie willace williams as we know it! otherwise known as: artistically revealing showy bits of her stomach by means of 'accidentally' nooking the trim of her tee up at the exact moments you gazed at her, not the tv. ends up in some nipple suckage, her fav btw! "pull it, please— fuck, with ur' teeth, uh–huh.." prematurely cums from the sensations and the proximity her clit has with your thigh, every damn time.

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[sofisturns]

remember everything

chris’s pov

au by me and @angeliolo

chap.5 - warning

the sun hadn’t fully risen when I woke up, but I was already wide awake. my mind hadn’t really let me sleep much anyway— not when it kept circling back to y/n

i stretched, my body still heavy from exhaustion, but there was this energy running through me. anticipation maybe, or nerves. i didn’t really get nervous around people. but then again, I didn’t really meet people like her.

the house was still quiet when I padded downstairs. matt was still passed out— no surprise there. the aftermath of his usual chaos was all over the living room: an empty bottle, random wrappers, someone’s sunglasses on the floor. i stepped over it all and grabbed some water, my eyes flicking to my phone every few seconds. i didn’t know when she’d text, but I kept hoping she would soon.

i’m outside, hope ur ready for an adventure: @y/n.y/ln

@chrissturniolo: comin miss lady

my chest did this weird little flip. i got up, brushing my hands on my jeans before heading toward the front door. and when I opened it, there she was.

she was leaning against the side of her car, her arms crossed loosely, the wind tugging at her hair. she was smiling when she saw me, and damn if it didn’t knock the breath out of me just a little.

she grinned. “c’mon, let’s go. I promised you a proper tour.”

The drive was quiet at first, but not uncomfortable. she quietly hummed along to the music playing low through the speakers, her fingers tapping out a rhythm on the steering wheel. I watched the way the light caught on her profile, how peaceful she looked— like she belonged wrapped up in sun and sea air.

the ‘tour’ started with a beach I hadn’t seen before — quieter than the one from last night. The sand was soft and cool under our feet as we walked along the shoreline, the waves brushing close.

“this is my favorite spot,” she said softly, her eyes fixed on the horizon. “when everything gets too…loud, this is where I go.”

i understood that feeling all too well. “it’s peaceful,” i said, my voice low. “i like it.”

she glanced over at me, something gentle in her expression. “I figured you might.”

from there, she took me to a little café tucked into a side street, the kind of place you wouldn’t know existed unless someone showed you. we sat outside with a couple drinks and a smoothie each, the conversation flowed just like it had the night before — easy, unforced.

at one point, she was telling me a story about when she was a kid, something about getting lost in a tide pool, and I was just…watching her. the way she talked with her hands, the way her eyes lit up when she laughed.

It scared me how invested i was. how much i enjoyed these stupid conversations. how much i knew id miss this the minute i got home.

we ended up back on the beach later, walking again. the sun was higher in the sky now, warming the sand as we walked along the shore. the waves kept brushing against the sand, tugging at it before slipping away again — kind of like how I felt right then. always halfway between wanting to stay and wanting to pull back.

y/n walked a few steps ahead of me, arms stretched out like she was balancing on some invisible line. the wind pulled at her hair, sending strands of it across her face, and she didn’t even seem to notice. she was so…at ease. like this her place, right here at the beach.

“you’re quiet,” she said, glancing back at me over her shoulder.

“yeah,” I admitted, kicking at a piece of driftwood in the sand. “just…thinking.”

“about what?”

I hesitated. about her. about how this felt so easy, about how the longer I stayed close to her, the more I wanted to — and how worrying that was. but I couldn’t say that.“about how weird this is,” I said.

she raised an eyebrow. “weird?” “not in a bad way,” I added quickly, seeing the flicker of something cross her face. “just… I don’t usually do this.”

“do what”

“let people in.” my voice quiet enough that the sound of the waves almost swallowed it up. for a second, she didn’t say anything. and when she did, her voice was softer than before. “well… I’m glad you did.” the words sat between us, and I wanted to believe them — I really did. but part of me couldn’t help waiting for the other shoe to drop.

i kept walking, letting the silence stretch out, until I felt her hand brush against mine. and before I could think too much about it, she laced her fingers through mine.

It was such a simple thing — small and easy, but it still made my chest tighten. I tried not to pull away. I really did. but it happened almost before I realized it, my fingers slipping out of hers as I pretended to adjust the sleeve of my hoodie.

y/n didn’t say anything about it, didn’t even seem to notice — not really. she just gave me a small smile and kept walking, her eyes flicking back toward the waves.

but I noticed. and I hated the way it made me feel. “sorry,” I said after a beat, my voice awkward and rough. “i— i just…”

“it’s okay,” she cut in easily, like it really didn’t bother her. “don’t worry about it.” and maybe that should’ve made me feel better. but it didn’t. because if I couldn’t even hold her hand without feeling like I was gonna drown, what the hell was I doing here?

still, she didn’t bring it up again. and by the time we made it back to her car, she was laughing at something I’d said, and everything felt light again.

but in the back of my mind, that moment stuck — like a quiet warning I wasn’t ready to listen to yet.

last night we were cooooking w ideas for remember everything guys u don’t understand it’s ab to get crazy

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[desire-mona]

this most definitely isnt an original thought and i've probably heard it on a podcast before but. i am so married to todd's sweaty tooth madman poem being a metaphor for not accepting being gay.

so here's me picking the whole thing apart (and not proofreading anything)

so starting with

the sweaty toothed madman of course being walt whitman, who we all know is (at least rumoured to be) gay. now the interpretation of whitman being a metaphor for todd's sexuality is nothing new, but i'd like to expand on it.

"i close my eyes and this image floats beside me"

i see this as any moment todd has to himself, no matter where he is, he is reminded whitman/ the fact that he's gay. the specific usage of closing your eyes to mean that the image/ reminder is always there, always following. i see the use of the words "beside me" in a couple different ways. either to suggest that the reminder is just out of view, being pushed away just enough to not be the main focus and more something you see in your peripheral, or in a 3rd person perspective, seeing todd and the imagery of walt beside eachother, coinciding with eachother. i could see both interpretations working equally as well, or even comined.

"the sweaty-toothed madman with a stare that pounds my brain"

THIS LINE. i loooove his use of sweaty toothed!!!!!

if you're not sure what sweaty toothed means, it just kinda means ur teeth r. wet. drooly mouth. i see this madman being sweaty toothed to mean that he's "hungry", not literally, but more desiring something. this being truth, which i'll get into later.

the stare that pounds my brain. oh man. ok so obviously this means that the image/ thought is intimidating, terrifying, threatening. the implication that todd being gay is as much of a threat to his life/ wellbeing as a madman that has it out for him, both ideas causing him an insane amount of stress.

this line is fairly simple to me, the reminder goes from something that terrifies you but ultimately can go unacknowledged, to a constant, overbearing thought that suffocates you enough that you HAVE to face it in some way or another. todd is facing it fearfully, letting it take control of him and how he acts rather than tackling the idea himself. he is defenseless against this part of him

truth (ur gay)

todd thinkin this truth will leave him unsatisfied in life :-( not only in the love sense tho! with his family too, if they find out god forbid, theyll surely view him differently and cast him off even farther than they already do. i also like to think this is him lowkey complaining that the blankets at welton are too small.

this also, devastatingly enough, reminds me of the bit from rocketman where elton comes out to his mom.

clip from rocketman (2019)

and he's mumbling. he's mumbling! this truth is still cloudy, not full realised, still being pushed away. whitman wants the truth, todd wants the truth, but he's still not ready, everything's still uncertain. this uncertain truth could also pertain to todd's feelings toward neil specifically, but i dont think that was the intention. todd does exist as his own person!

this ones simple again. you can fight off your feelings and sexuality all you want but it still wont really lead you anywhere you wanna be. you either end up marrying someone you dont love (women), or you end up alone. also the heavy emphasis on physical violence toward the Truth Blanket could be a metaphor for the physical danger todd would be in if anyone found out, but im not hellbent on that idea.

god. "from the moment we enter crying, to the moment we leave dying," is a BEAUTIFUL way to convey "your entire life" todd you have such a way with words. anyway. i take this as something like. this is something you're born with and cant change, todd was born gay, obviously, and it will never go away with any amount of effort. hence the wailing, crying, and screaming.

also i view the specific line of "it will just cover your face" in a couple different ways. either to mean this truth will suffocate you no matter what you do, or this truth will leave you needing to hide major parts of yourself from the world.

this got a bit repetitive, i apologise. but i still have more to say.

some parts of this poem i find to be a bit too wordy to have been come up with on the spot. do i think todd is talented enough to do so? absolutely! but i just dont think that's the case. i have no doubt in my mind that a LOT of what he said in front of the class was either already on his mind, or was written down beforehand but eventually scrapped.

specifics i have in mind are the concepts of a sweaty toothed madman and a blanket that leaves your feet cold. i dont think this sweaty toothed madman was written specifically with whitman in mind, i think it was just a vessel for his anxiety generally. but the blanket i just KNOW was thought out and written down with the intention to like. be a metaphor for being unsatisfied.

and that only makes the class laughing at that line that much worse, no wonder he wanted to stop! not only was todd incredibly brave for continuing after, but keating was unimaginably quick to get the focus back to the poem. he knew that metaphor meant something to todd, and choosing to expand on that was actually an amazing way to drive that home.

either way, todd's far more brave than i ever could be. i'd be shitting myself up there.

also if u disagree with any of these points are wanna add anything then TELL MEEEE!!! art is anything but subjective and i looove seeing how you guys view things like this.

[hobies-princealbert]

Hi!! Omg i wanna say ur hc’s and fics are sooo good whaaat pls pat urself on the back bc u ate that!!!? I really enjoyed your fontaine bf hcs but i was wondering if u could do some nsfw bf hcs for him. Hes just so 😫😫😫😫

awwww yall go make me blush. thank you very much though it's means alot that to you enjoy my works.

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"taine, you a down bad munch" | fontaine x reader (nsfw)

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♡ fontaine is versatile when it comes to sex. whatever you want, as long as he's down he'll do it. can be rough as hell if you want. he's talking hand prints on your ass, running mascara, bruised hips, raspy screams. all you gotta do is give him the go ahead.

♡ can also be very sappy when you need him to be. not candle light and rose petals sappy. but he'll hold your hand, kiss your wrists, rub your back, just anything you need to get you closer to release. he'll do it. after all, he's here's to make his girl feel good, and he wouldn't be able to get a good night's sleep knowing you weren't at least shedding a couple tears by the time he's done.

♡ he loves to talk his shit. if your shy and don't say much, don't worry he'll get a couple words outta you. he's a big tease too, and will edge you for hours just for you to say one word. he wants you confident enough to ask for what you want, and what you don't want from him. he really does prioritize communication alot.

♡ if you already love to talk your shit, he'll be putty in your hands. loves someone who can boss him around every now and then. tell him where to touch and how to touch, he'll adore you.

♡ loves when you get really soft on him. stroke his cheek, kiss all over his face, even tell him you love him. hell, it's enough to make a nigga blush.

♡ loves car sex. will pull into an alleyway, day or night, and have your heels digging into his dash board. it's a tight space, little to no distractions, and semi public, all the things that gets his motor going (pun intended).

♡ a veteran munch. and he's gangsta enough to admit it. and if someone call him corny, he'll just laugh. cuz he knows a nigga that can't get pussy ain't running his mouth about it. you loveee his munch tendencies, even when he gets the itch at the most inopportune times.

you opened the door to your apartment, just to see taine standing in the hallway. you stare at him confused for a bit, cause wtf. "taine? what the hell you doin' here, it's almos' one in the damn morning?"

"i texted you earlier sayin' 'm comin' over, didn't i?" he did. but that was earlier in the day. once it passed 10pm you thought he got caught up with something, so you took your ass to bed. but you should've known better, taine always keeps his word.

not even giving you time to cuss his ass out, a pair of familiar hands grabbed at your waist, and lifted you off the ground. he kicked the door close, placed you on the nearest soft surface he could find. as you felt your legs being lifted onto his shoulders, you knew exactly why he was here now.

"taine, you a down bad munch" you smirked as he grumbles how tight these damn shorts are, as he desperately tries to get them off.

"yea yea talk all the shi' you wan'. hope you can stil' talk all that' shi' by the time I'm done"

♡ fucking panty thief. what can he say he has a thing for keeping souvenirs, especially if it was a good fuck. he has no shame with it. will slide them down your legs while he's getting dressed, and just stuffs them into his back pocket. and he don't wanna hear it. not like you can protest anyways, you're too fucked out to agrue with him.

♡ loves loves loves when you leave marks on him. the man has a possession kink, that's for sure. bite marks on his shoulders, hickeys on his neck and scratches all over his forearms and back. the man wears them like a badge on honor. And if anyone asks, he grows the most shit eating grin and tell em his girl left him some keepsakes.

♡ and speaking of possessive. if you're in a situationship with this man, or yall haven't cuffed each other yet, either way don't you even think about dealing with another nigga. taine would never be able to tolerate the idea of another dick drilling into your cunt. as far as he's concerned, he's the only one who knows how to make you feel good. good enough to make a blabbering, shaking mess of yourself.

♡ is his girl that greedy that he alone can't satisfy her? well shit, guess he gonna have to convince you other wise. cause to him, with way your cunt clenches around him, she knows he's the only one for you. but it's like your brain hasn't got the memo yet. don't worry he'll fix it.

(and if he ever found that man you fucking with, guess he's breaking another pair of legs. he doesn't like sharing. at all. just the idea pisses him off already.)

♡ his aftercare is decent. he's not to be overly affectionate post nut. he doesn't mind a nice cuddle session though. and he's sweet enough to remember to carry you to the bathroom, so you can pee.

"want some water? sure thing ma"

"hungry? what ya feeling for baby, want me to order take out or sumthin'?"

♡ he'll even have a warm, damp towel on hand to wipe you down, if you want him to.

[broareweabouttoviberightnow]

did someone say EPISODE THREE???

guys I will never ever skip this intro. goes INSANELY hard.

TIM MONTAGE. wait this ep is WAY more clear. I can see so much better.

ponys monolouge ily ily ily ily motherfucker LOVES to just TALK. n I love HIM.

were seein so much tim. where the hell is curly. where is my baby. my son. light of my life. rat bastard.

cherry's accent is so much thicker. also HEY!! they're FRIENDS!!

tim showin up to defend pony n they take one look at him n DROP pony. yall do NOT wanna fuck with this. that's ponys older brothers like. homoerotic situationship. n he will FUCK u up.

tim sayin hi to cherry aough

TIM FUCKIN TAKIN SOME OF PONYS HAOR GREASE AJDBEHEJNE N PUTTIN IT IN HIS OWN HAIR AJEBHWS IM HOWLIN (also honorable mention for pony tryin SO hard not to laugh)

these boys are always just wrestlin around n shovin each other. I love them. so much.

these boys are chronic mutterers what the HELL are you SAYIN speak UP

who the hell is this girl. they are always just introducin women with little to no context.

'why can't tim stay?' 'we've been through this ten times' 'cmon we got the space!' 'ok make it eleven' HA. guys sometimes this shit is actually so funny

pony n soda bein peak whiny brothers beggin darry to let tim stay over. guys. I love this family actually. 'cmon darry he's a stand up guy!' pony. are we talkin. about the same. Tim shepard?

TIM CALLIN HIS MOM MAMA AOUGH. MY BABY. 'you can turn off the water now ma. your hands are clean.' OHHHH. ok. yeah. ok.

WHERE ARE HIS SIBLINGS. WHERE ARE CURLY. N ANGELA. WHERE ARE MY CHILDREN.

enjoyin this tim heavy ep.

tim is incapable of havin a normal relationship. every time he talks to a man he is. two inches from their lips. n sayin some bullshit like. I need you. 🤨🏳️‍🌈❓️

I feel like the only way to see half these scenes are to sit in a pitch black room. n even THEN ud have to SQUINT.

dog why can't these cops ever just fuck off. Tim is literally just tryin to sleep.

WAIT I JUST REALIZED THIS IS CANONICALLY HAPPENIN AT THE SAME TIME AS THE VIETNAM WAR. SO IN UH. between like 1965 n 1967?

NOOO I WAS JUST INFORMED BY A BELOVED MUTUAL WE NEVER SEE CURLY. IM FALLIN TO MY FUCKIN KNEES NOOOO MY BABYYY

pony is played like such a genuine teenage kid in the show. he is so important to me. my BABY.

steve pullin up n just SLAMMIN on the horn n yellin for soda AOUGH. my BOYS.

'darrys real particular about his ankles. spends a real long time scrubbin em. so what about em' 'his ankles?' ??? baffled.

PONYS WRITIN A STORY WITH TIM AS THE MAIN CHARACTER?? HELLO?? MY BABY?? N TIMS DOIN THE DRAWINS?? AWWWWAUGHH

darry comin out n?? pattin tim on the back of the head?? my babies

I'm sorry?? is darry?? hired again?? DARRY PUTTIN HIS NAME OUT FOR TIM?? HELLO??

aw more pony n cherry hangin out. I love those two.

Pony who occasionally reminds me so much of soda. like every now n then he just says somethin so profound about the people around him n then just goes. anyways. n moves on.

TIM IS SO FUCKIN TALL??

TIM WORKIN IN THE FUCKIN STABLES. OH MY GOD. GUYS. THEYRE MAKIN MY HEAD CANON TRUE. TIM WORKIN WITH THE HORSES LIKE DALLAS. PLEASE.

darry stickin his neck out for tim is so important to me. that's my baby.

soda goin to his boss n bein like my paychecks short n his boss is like yeah? you were late? n soda goes 'what?? I lousey 40 minutes?" FORTY MINUTES? SODA WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOIN??

awww darry n pony cuttin out coupons together AOUGHHHHHG I LOVE THEM MORE THEN LIFE ITSELF we get so much more SIBLIN content in the show AOUGH

SODA QUIT THE DX. WHAT THE HELL. SODA! I LOVE YOU! ARE U STUPID!

aough watchin tim be a bad influence in real time. hmm. huh. dog. n we know how Darry feels about his brothers. that man is NEVER pickin any MAN over them.

tim hiding behind the door. when there is a mirror right there. babe. they can see ur ass. also dog do these cops have NOTHIN better to do. guys go stop a CRIME or somethin n stop hasslin teenage boys.

pony bein the voice of reason for soda. huh. hmm. apugh. soda feelin like he ain't goin no where. aough. my poor baby.

tim just standin around buggin his mama. guys. Tim who just wants his mom to love him. I'm sick to my stomach. guys. I'm gonna be sick.

darry n tims. whatever it is. so important to me. that's my son. n his freak.

tim. do NOT. commit a crime. do NOT. Timothy shepard. do NOT.

IM SORRY TIM N DARRY WERE GONNA RUN AWAY TOGETHER?? IM SORRY TIM N DARRY WERE JOY RIDIN AROUND N GOT CAUGHT N TIM TOOK THE FALL FOR HIM??? WHAT THE HELL

this toxic queer situationship is so important to me. I'm sorry. been won over. tarry is real to me.

SODA ASKIN TO TAG ALONG WITH TIM AOUGH TIM TELLIN SODA TO LISTEN TO DARRY. N WHEN SODA TALKS DOWN TO DARRY TIM TELLS HIM TO NEVER SPEAK ILL OF FAMILY AOUGH TELLIN HIM TO GO BACK TO BUCKS N GET HIS JOB BACK N WORK HARD AOUGH

do the cops in this town have literally nothin better to do. get a hobby.

AOUGH DARRY RUSHIN OUT TO STOP TIM AGHHH MY SON.

SODA GOIN BACK TO GET HIS JOB AGH!!

oh. oh my god. darrys only problem with tim bein that he could have hurt his family. AOUGH. TIM ON HIS KNEES BLEEDIN LOOKIN UP AT DARRY??? HELLO???

🤨 now why's that cop got tim bent over like that grabbin his face. don't like that one bit. let Darrel shayne curtis Jr's husband go right now

oh. my god. the cop pullin out the same gun he shot dallas with. I'm sick to my stomach.

TIM N DARRY IN THE BACK OF THE COP CAR TOGETHER GIGGLINNNNN OH MY GOD. guys. they're kids still actually. they're my sons.

tim workin at the same poweplant he was gonna rob AOUGH

[curvykittyyssmutfics]

Catch Me If You Can

Jojo: where tf u at? called u like 10 times.

Me: ik. call you back inna minute, dam. chill out.

Jojo: best watch yo mouth if u know was good for u.

Me: why Jo? Not like you can do shit bout it rn..

Jojo: where are you y/n?

Me: atta party..

Me:

Jojo: lil girl, swear to God. Quit fuckin playin with me. Drop ur location.

Jojo: right fuckin now.

Me: naw, I'm good.

Jojo: Ma, you playin wit fire rn..

Me: catch me if you can.

I slide my phone into the back pocket of my mini ass shorts with an amused chuckle before grabbing Marie and tugging her to the living room to dance. It's dim and humid but fuck if I give a damn bout that while me and my girl roll our hips to the beat. [ https://youtu.be/e5RUsVqX37Q?si=00j1_Xqfpqf5Ov7C]

Whole vibe got me sweatin my edges out as we grind through 3 more songs; it's a miracle that I even see the front door swing open as I'm caressin and windin my body to the beat:

Marie and I make it out the back door by the skin of our teeth, giggling as we run cross campus to the next party. It's pitch black and freezing cold out side, but neither of us care as we fly through the brisk breeze. My booty shorts don't do a damn thing to help contain my ass as it jiggles wildly with each step.

We're both wheezing and clutching our sides for air as we fly through the door and slam it shut. It's cracking in here; place is packed with bodies, booze and laughter. Led lights flash allover the room as the music booms, clearly signaling a more lively atmosphere than the last place.

"Y/n! Marie!" Andre beckons us from the corner of room, sitting with his arm slung around Cate's shoulders as he holds up a blunt.

We make our way over, Marie immediately sittin down criss cross on the floor and explaining our narrow escape from Jordan as Andre lights the blunt. Its dark in here too besides the bouncing lights; the air is smoky as fuck in this corner of the room. No way I woulda seen Dre if he aint call out to us.

He takes a few puffs before handing the blunt to Cate. She takes a soft inhale before givin it to me. Just what I need after all that excitement.

I sit, taking deep pulls from the blunt before passing it to Marie. Blowin out the smoke slowly I cant help dippin back into my seat and closin my eyes as I let the tree go to work. It's so easy to let their voices surround me as I tune out their words. The fuzzy, warm sensation wraps my body in a hug, the welcoming high foggin my brain as I recline and laze into the couch.

I'm so relaxed into my vibe that I barely feel Cate tap my naked knee. I turn my head to look at her slender frame leaned into Andre's side.

"You better not let them know we knew where you are; Jordan don't play that shit. Marie might be screwed already but I'm not takin one for the team on this one." Andre says facing Cate, letting her shotgun his hit.

I smirk and close my eyes again before respondin.

"Fine.. Pussy."

"Oh so you extra tough now right? Huh ma?"

Daddy's voice is a low snarl in my ear as my eyes snap open wide. It's comical how quick my cowardly friends scatter as Jordan comes around the back of the couch to stand in front of me.

"Hi, Jordan. See ya y/n/n!" Marie chirps before disappearing into the darkness.

"Don't forget to come say bye before you guys leave." Cate says, dragging Andre off in the same direction.

I'm dying to escape with em, specially wit how Jordans starin at me. Bae look like she on demon time and I'm not sure if I can take whats comin. Got me hesitant to speak knowin I completely got caught slippin.

"Baby," I start sickeningly sweet. "You're here! I'm so happy. Marie said-"

Jordan's hand flashes out like lightening to grip my neck and pull me close. The squeeze makes each shallow breath difficult but the dark stoic gaze piercing my fuckin soul keep me from movin an inch. I do nothing more than limply hold at her wrist while she steps closer to press us nose to nose.

"Tell me one goddamn word that came outta Moreau's mouth. Go head, I fuckin dare you. You're gonna be fuckin sorry y/n."

I don't think I've ever been so quick to shut the fuck up. The silence stretches for a few momemts, makes me uneasy and I'm sure Jordan knows this. Knows every fuckin thing about me, about my body.

"I went through alotta fuckin trouble to find you, so I dont give a fuck what anybody else thinks, thought or fuckin said."

She uses the grip on my neck to slowly pull me from the couch and put me on my knees, refusing to lose eye contact as the other hand unbuttons her jeans. Full lips upturned at the corner inna smirk, button nose flared.. I already know the plans going through that maniacal mind, know what's comin next. I don't know what's pounding harder: my heart or my cunt.

"You listenin to what everybody else fuckin said but which one of them are here to save you now y/n?"

The cold hard wood floor presses against my smooth brown skin as I shift nervously, watchin as Jordan smoothly transitions. Doesn't even bother to check if anyone's looking as he pulls out his rigid leaky dick and repeatedly taps it across my mouth. Daddy stares down at me lookin absolutely furious, his breathing startin to accerlerate as he makes a mess on my face.

So lengthy and so fuckin angry, tip flushed the prettiest and deepest of pinks. Thick clear strings of precum smear allover my bare heart shaped lips as he humps forward over and over, doin the same to my cheeks. He looks fuckin anguished from arousal, but still so goddamn pretty as he uses me.

"You know how long I've been like this? How much I needed you? But you wanna play fuckin games. What bout when you need Daddy? Don't I always give you what you want?"

I know his questions are rhetorical, that if I continue with my earlier attitude that this only gets worst. Still my pussy clenches rhythmically as I lean into his touch, knowin regardless off my permission he's about to pay me back for my insolence.

"Jo pleeeease." I whine, utterly shamed and hoping he'll take me back to his dorm. "Somebody's probably watchin, let's go to your room."

"Naw, fuck that. Tongue out." He spits at me.

I comply at the drop of a dime, drooling a bit as Jordan slides the tip of his dick in and out of my mouth. My hands lay limply in my lap as he holds the sides of my face. Head tipped back, dark chocolate eyes still observing the prey at his feet as he moans loudly into the air. I know his antics are purposeful, hoping that someone hears and stumbles upon my punishment.

"And somebody- mmmmm, ohfuck, just like that, princess- is watchin honey. Wouldn't you wanna see a little brat like you get put in their place?"

The fluids drip from his cock to my tongue steadily as he uses it as a slip and slide. I curl my wet pink muscle on every pull out tryin to get an extra taste.

Even when they're not bein nice, I just wanna please em. It would be a lie if I said I didn't test his nerves jus to end up like this: pussy drippin wet and at their mercy.

"Know what? Mmm, ooooh baby girl, just like that.. I think you're pretendin you don't like bein watched. Hooooh fuck, think we both know it was just a matter of time before you showed everyone how much you love my cock."

His pace speeds; mean words and assault on my mouth make my body heat and pussy clench. Wetness plasters my thick brown thighs as i squeeze them together repeatedly for just a hint a pressure. If I wasn't in so much trouble I'd see if I could get away secretly fingering my clit but getting caught wouldn't be worth it. Daddy's pissed and I'd be dumb to test that.

"Jesus christ, thas it. Ahhh, fuuu- so good, ma, so fuckin good! Shit, put that snappy lil mouth to good use. Daddy'll show you how to talk to me nice sweetheart."

Jordan slides further inside my wet warm cavern, the slight curve of him makin me gag as I try to relax and breathe deeply through my nose. His balls, sticky with my drool, play a game of hit and miss as they occasionally slap my chin. The hold on the sides of my face graduate to one of his big hands with a strong grip in my hair, keeping me in place.

"Fuckin best lil dick sucker I ever meeeet! Should came back to the room baby. Mm fuck, mighta showed you some fuckin mercy."

The rhythm of him fuckin my mouth is so erratic and desperate. Poor daddy seems a bit distressed as grunts and groans turn to sexy whiny moans. I wanna hold em in my arms from how he trembles from the intense nut he's about to bust. The way he tosses his head back with tightly shut lids makes me a bit sad I can't see the pleasure in his beautiful eyes.

"Dammit, I'm so close ma. Yeeees, ohfuck. Uhn uhhhhh.. Get ready, bout to fill that pretty lil throat up with some cream!"

I refuse to shut my eyes shut and miss the way Jordan stills his hips, continuing to use the grip in my freshly styled hair to fuck my mouth on his dick. My eyes tear up but I struggle to blink them back, hoping to not leave this situation so fuckin messy. I moan at the thought of them ruining me, throat already sore from his treatment.

"Ahhhh here it is pretty.. Haaaah sh- feels 'mazin y/nnnn. Take it, mmmmm ahfuck! Thas it. Fuuuuuck!"

I'm so ready when I get the first thick, heavy blast. Takes an extra swallow but I get it down before the 2cnd gush of cum can choke me. Still, Daddy's shootin like I ain't already take 3 of his loads this morning before class.

His nut leaks from the corners of my mouth as he pushes in more, givin me a shot straight down my throat. Jordan finally looks back down at me as I struggle around him. He looks so fuck yummy: forhead wrinkled and covered in a light perspiration, a dazed stare in his eyes as his chest heaves for air, and a small smile on his slightly agape plump pink lips. I'm sure if they could could they'd be starin down at me with hearts in their eyes right now.

I can't be more relieved when he slides his dick out, wiping the remaining cum off from his tip on my tongue before stuffing himself into his jeans. I savor a few gulps of air as he pulls me to my feet. Daddy kisses my mouth messily, smacking my ass sharply and tellin me to go say goodbye to our friends.

Yeah the fuck right, with sticky tracks of pre cum smeared allover my God damn face? I can barely contain my eye roll as I turn to walk away. Even if my juices are streamin out my pussy down my leg, ima make em work for their next nut. So I'm out. It's so fuckin easy to pretend to head their way before makin a break for the exit.

"Anybody that recorded that, if I see that shit online or anyone talks shit to my fuckin girl, it's up. Bet on that." Jordan threatens nearby party goers before transitioning, taking confident measured steps toward my hasty retreat.

A/N: The link provided at the beginning of the story is to a music video on YouTube; its the song I envisioned while writing the fic. It's not needed to read it, it's just a lil peek inside the authors head.

[cobrasx]

HEEEEY!!! ✺◟( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)◞✺

I'm a little embarrassed to send my question but I really want to interact JAJSJAKSNS

• Why do you like DTMG?

• Can you make a top 3 of your favorite characters?

¡¡¡¡I love your content!!!!

HOLI HOLIIIIISSSS!!!!!!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA STOPPPP im literally SHAKING rn HELP I LOVE YOUR CONTENT!!! dude ive been meaning to interact w you too, but omlllll I GOT SCARED LMFAO "SMOOTH" N "SAUVE" ARE NOT IN MY VOCAB N REAL TALK UR JUST SO COOL DAWG 😭💯💯 i also speak spanish, pero no creo q se suficiente para mantener una conversacion completa. es q no quiero sonar tan gringa-- como que se me va el avión al abrir la boca AJJAJJSJSAJAASHSX pero si lo se leer muy bien! no te sientas obligada a enviar cosas en ingles, sientate comoda en escribir en el idioma q quieras <3333

reasons why i like dtmg well UHHRRRRRRMM i quite fancy its missed potential ehueheuhrurhur WAIT LMAO LIKE,,, my fondness for the series stems from what could've been, and as for whats already there, i think its just something i can vibe w. truthfully, bjc is what really got me into it, but what keeps me attached is his bond with spencer. i think what they have is special, and ive always adored that kind of friendship where shit just kinda happens, but you n bro just gotta thug it out. you can be at your worst and there'll b someone who can just see through all that and accept you. doesnt mean theyll always agree with you, and sometimes it feels like they gotta put up with you, but they stay. i feel that way with dtmg in a way LMAOAOA

dtmg is very hit or miss w it's humor, but i can't even complain cuz when it's just me n her, dtmg is the funniest bitch in the club <333 ill laugh at literally everything, but dtmg just happens to have that SAUCE. that, and its poor executions sometimes; like sometimes a character can say smth in a certain tone but they're animated to a completely different vibe and that shit just takes me the fuck out. reading too much into it sends me, and just sitting there enjoying the ride blasts me off into orbit. my humor is so ass, but it's great that i can be that vulnerable w a show :3

SHE SAID WHATS UR TOP 3????? STIMMING AND SKIPPING IM STIMMING AND SKIPPING

IMMMMokayokayokay

SO!!!COMIN IN AT NO.3 !!!

MISS BLAH BLAH?!?!!?

. i love me a woman with short blue hair and pronouns <333 AHHHSHAHSHHH i hate how there's so little screen time for her,, like she doesn't even say a WORD, but her impact is so huge she stole the show for me like DUUUUUDE. i like to think that she's one of the only ppl to see billy for all his flaws. i LOVE that feuding with him makes her so happy cause she KNOWS she's getting on his last nerve. i LOVE that bjc feels threatened and offended enough by her to drop several diss tracks ALL to her name. i LOVE that in a world where billy can end careers at the snap of his fingers, shes REMAINED relevant annnnnd looks to be enjoying her celebrity status thru n THRU LIKE OH MY GODDDD IIII LLLOOVVVEEEEE!!!!! AND BJCs STILL MAD YEARS AFTER HIS OWN PASSING MAAAANNNNNEEE HOW CAN U HATE HER IF SHES ON YOUR MIND??? LORD IK SHE A BADDIE,, STAY PRESSED GRAHHH 💙💋

NUMBAH TWO??? YKKK ITS GOTTA B OUR MANNNN

BUCK

. the chillest mf there is. funny asf, a total nerd maximum geekage (i see them pins bbg), ik he rockin it w the lgbtqs, AND a successful businessman with total wi-fri OWNAGE. a fucking DIVA. a fucking LEGEND. the intercom that suspiciously sounds like the 14 year old that frequents the place says free fish tacos for every flyer RETURNED? and his response is "sure, what the hell" yesss YESSS MY KIIIIIINNNNNGGGGGG. REAL KING SHIT. YOU SAW THEM HEELS TOO?? I KNOW U SAW THEM. OUR BOY FRESHHHHH. OUR BOY FLYYYYYYY AND THATS 'CAUSE HES THE GOAT‼️‼️‼️ THE 🐐🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

NOW FURST??? U KNOW I HADDA U KNOWWON

BOBBY

. i think he's pretty tragic as a character; about as tragic as a character can b in dtmg LOLOL!! i like it when ppl r against bjc, and w their own valid reasons. bobby was just a fan who wanted to be like his idol, and in the process he ended up neglecting his own identity to fit the bjc standard. bjc rly set himself up for failure, and i love it when he faces the repercussions of his own actions. billy can't stand to see someone one-up him at his own game, and bobby being so good at being a ghost in such a short amount of time-- YUHHRRRR god that makes me so proud of him. when bobby is great, it's not at the expense of others, and he never showed any signs of intentionally making billy feel bad abt his lack of expertise up until the end of the episode. even then, bobby was never an antagonist for the fun of it. he was able to see the toxicity that billy beared, and i find that him saying "billy's somewhere he can't say mean things about people anymore" speaks volumes for his character. word choice here, "people" instead of the personal "me". he's vile, spiteful and tried to replace billy. he's so FUN. a butthurt and emotionally immature guy, but that's what i find so fascinating. LIKE CHAT THIS ALL COULDVE BEEN A NARRATIVE BEAT

THIS WAS SO FUN!!! thank you for this, i had so much fun talking abt these goobers. hearing from you is always a pleasure pan!!!! KEEP AN EYE ON UR INBOX <33333

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vigilant for mammon please! love ur writing btw!! ^w^

Hi there, anon! I'm so glad you're enjoying my writing!

Okay, this one got away from me a little. As always, I'm concerned about how I write Mammon. I love him, of course, but I think I tend to make him too sweet? Anyway...

It's my own fault for putting a vague prompt like vigilant on the list lol. So this ended up being kind of canon divergent, since I was trying to incorporate my own prompt effectively.

Hopefully it's not too terrible for all that!

Thanks for the request!

GN!MC x Mammon with prompt Vigilant

Warnings: none!

Mammon knew that everybody thought he was a slacker. And yeah, he didn't like to work, but if it was something he was doing for a good reason, he gave it everything he had.

And you were by far the most important reason he had.

You probably thought he didn't pay any extra attention to you. You likely just went through your days, too busy with his brothers and everybody else to realize. That was okay. He wasn't doing it so you would take notice. He was doing it because he cared too much not to.

Ever since that first day you had shown up in the Devildom, Mammon had been watching out for you. Yeah, he complained about it. He made it sound like he wasn't interested, that he didn't really care about what happened to a human like you.

But none of that was true. It was all a front. He tried to convince himself it wasn't, back then. But now that you had been in the Devildom for a while, he didn't even bother trying to pretend things were any different.

You were his human. He wanted to make sure he was always there to protect you, to be vigilant, to be your guardian demon.

So he did his best to be by your side whenever he could, no matter what anybody else had to say about it. He couldn't resist the tempting pull of the casino on some nights and other times he was out doing his part time modeling gig, but he knew it wasn't realistic to think he could be with you all the time.

He made up for it by always knowing what was going on with you. If you were sad, he knew about it. If you were happy or nervous or even just hungry, he could tell. Because he had been paying attention to you for so long that he knew by your expression or the way you tapped your fingers or by the look in your eyes.

Mammon knew all of this, so how did he miss something so important?

Just when he thought he knew you so well he could always tell what you were feeling, you went and surprised him, completely out of nowhere.

It happened one day when the two of you had gone out shopping after school. He needed a few things and you wanted to tag along. It started as it always did, both of you chatting and laughing, comfortable and casual in each other's company.

The two of you had stopped for a moment on the street where there was a balcony overlooking the Devildom. In the distance, the lights of the city twinkled. You leaned against the railing, looking out at the view.

Even though things were easy, Mammon was still paying close attention, watching you as he always did.

And he noticed the second you started acting a little shy. You wouldn't look directly at him, your eyes very deliberately on anything else. He noticed, but he didn't know what it meant. He felt himself start to panic, but managed to fight it down.

He leaned casually on the railing beside you, trying to seem as though he wasn't working hard to figure out what you were thinking. "Thanks for comin' with me today, MC."

You looked at him then and the bright smile you had across your face nearly made him fall over the railing. He saw the blush that sprang up on your cheeks as you moved a little closer to him. "I love spending time with you."

The momentum of this statement caused the heat to flood his own face and he closed his eyes, unable to look at you directly. "M-me too…"

When you kissed him, everything else seemed to fall away. His insecurities, his uncertainty, his concern over your well being, all put on hold while he turned into you, his hands reaching out for you, pulling you closer.

You pulled away just long enough to say against his lips, "I love you, Mammon."

Time stopped for Mammon. Here you were, pressed against him, telling him you loved him, and he hadn't even seen it coming. All that time he spent focused on your feelings and he hadn't even suspected this. He knew you liked him or whatever, but this?

Mammon pulled you even closer, needing to feel you there in his arms, where he knew you were his. "I love you too, MC," he said against your ear.

This changed nothing, of course. Mammon still remained your guardian demon and he would always be on the lookout for anything that might disturb his human. His vigilance would never waver. But now he knew what to expect when you got that little gleam in your eye, when you acted a little shy and started looking around at anything but him. When that happened, he found, the best thing to do was to kiss you.

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