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first i just want you to know your works give me comfort 🥹 can i please ask a request a fic abt the boys being worried and basically just taking care of reader bc they sprained their ankle… i sprained my ankle 3 days ago and it still hurts so bad 😭
hello sweets~ i'm so sorry to hear that 💔 please get well soon !! REST UP & DRINK LOTS OF WATER !!! thank you for the compliment teehee this one is for you anon 😚



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You never thought a sprained ankle could earn you royal treatment.
Two days ago - a bad landing during choreography run-through had landed you to where you were now. One second, you were spinning through the eight count, and the next, the world tilted as a sharp pain shot through your ankle, sending you straight to the floor with a cry.
Since then, you were banished from practice for the rest of the week, doctor’s (more like seungcheol's) orders. A sprain. Nothing serious, they said. Just rest, ice, and no unnecessary movement.
But apparently, to the members, that translated to: You are not allowed to lift a single finger.
The moment you woke up the next morning, Dino was already crouched by your bedside with a tray. “Rise and shine, it's time for breakfast.”
“Chan-ie, I can get up, you don’t have to—”
“Nope.” He waved a spoon in your face. “The hyungs specifically said you are not allowed to get out of bed.”
Seungkwan, from the doorway, chuckled at your confused expression.
Later in the afternoon, Joshua brought you coffee, Jeonghan fluffed your pillows every other hour, and Jun kept popping into your room every hour with a “need anything?” expression like he was your butler in training.
The only time you tried to stand and hobble to the bathroom, Seungcheol caught you mid-hop and lifted you to the bathroom like you weighed nothing.
“You guys know I’m not dying, right?” You muttered, cheeks red.
“That’s what you think,” Vernon said in passing, heading for the kitchen. “You almost gave us a heart attack in practice.”
Woozi appeared briefly to drop off your ice pack when you were back in bed - grumbling that if you kept dancing like you had a death wish, he was going to write you out of the next song entirely.
Minghao, too, spent the evening sitting beside you on the floor with a coloring book he claimed was for “mental rest,” though he kept handing you pages and not letting you use the black marker because he “wasn’t finished with it yet.”
It was chaotic, smothering, and oddly touching.
You lay back on the couch as Seokmin carefully adjusted your blanket, while Seungkwan passed you the TV remote - one the both of them used to fight over all the time.
"You’re all too much," you mumbled, heart full despite the ache in your ankle.
“Too much?” Jeonghan gasped. “We cancelled our date with Hyungwon for you.”
“It was Hoshi’s idea,” Seokmin whispered behind his hand.
“Okay, who’s on lunch duty?” Seungcheol clapped his hands. “She needs protein.”
“Why don’t we just keep her injured forever?” Mingyu grinned. “I haven’t seen everyone this helpful in months.”
“Eh?—”
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It was 2:36 am, the dorm was quiet - a rare, sacred kind of quiet that you'd enjoyed after everyone spent a whole day fussing over your injury. Every member was out cold, sprawled across the couch, beds, mouths open and breathing soft.
You blinked up at the ceiling from your bed, the ache had simmered, dull, but still persistent. It wasn’t the pain keeping you up, though.
It was the hunger.
You’d skipped dinner, too tired to eat earlier, and now your stomach growled loud enough to make you flinch. You checked the clock again and sighed.
Too late to call anyone, too early to wait for breakfast.
The snacks on your shelf had long disappeared - thanks to Dino and Seokmin’s late-night cravings the day before.
You sat up slowly, biting your lip. Your ankle twinged, still tender under the wrap. They’d kill you if they knew you had gotten up. But were you supposed to just starve?
Your stomach answered with another growl.
“…Sorry, guys,” you muttered under your breath.
With the stealth of tip-toes and socks, you slipped on a hoodie, stuffing your wallet into its pocket. Masked up, you slowly limped to the front door, holding your breath with each step.
You avoided the creaky floorboard outside Hoshi’s room, opened the door quietly with a prayer, and finally slipped out into the night.
The cool air hit your face instantly.
You tugged your hood low and made your way down the street toward the nearest CU convenience store.
The moment you stepped inside, the fluorescent lights greeted you like a long-lost friend. You sighed in relief, heading straight to the ramen aisle.
“Come to me,” you whispered, cradling the cup noodles like it was sacred.
Ten minutes later, you sat outside the store on the bench, steaming ramen on the table, an apple juice beside you, and a triangle kimbap for dessert. You reckon you’d regret it in the morning when your face puffs up, but your soul was at peace.
That is…until a low voice broke the silence.
“You really thought we wouldn’t find out?”
You froze mid-slurp, looking up.
Standing in front of you under the lights were four very familiar silhouettes. Seungcheol. Wonwoo. Mingyu. And Dino, still in pajama pants and slippers, arms crossed with a pillow mark on his cheek.
“…Oh, hi.”
“No,” Seungcheol said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Don’t ‘hi’ us.”
“I was hungry,” you argued. “I didn’t want to wake anyone!”
“And we said you’re not supposed to be walking without help,” Mingyu said, already crouching to check your ankle.
“She limped out the front door like no one would notice,” Dino mumbled, rubbing his eyes. “I heard her. Thought it was a ghost.”
You sulked, blowing on your noodles. “…You’re all so dramatic.”
But even as they nagged - taking turns throwing away the trash, and insisting on piggybacking you home - you couldn’t help but grin.
They were dramatic.
And you were so glad they were.
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#seventeen 14th member#seventeen imagines#seventeen#seventeen scenarios#seventeen drabbles#seventeen x reader#svt 14th member#svt imagines#svt scenarios#svt#sevsevasks
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Shut up and call me Shirley
Summary:
“Is… Is it not too big for you?” Bob pulled out a –very expensive, mind you– babydoll set from the shopping bag you just brought into his room.
“Well, it might be too big if it was meant for me, fortunately, I think it will fit you like a glove”
Warnings: Codependent relationship but make it fluff (delulu, don’t try this at home), smut, female anatomy and pronouns for reader, crossdressing and feminization (?), Bob looks cute in lingerie fight me about it, P in V sex, handjobs, blowjobs, if I need to mention any more jobs i will implode, reader gets eaten out, reader has a bush idc idc idc, a sprinkle of CNC just to spice things up, edging, creampie. Bob and reader are in a fwb kind of situationship but everyone knows they are together.
Disclaimer: Mainly movie-accurate Bob + he’s growing back his brown hair, but is still mostly blond bc I said so.
Tbh I was hella inspired by this one song by Cuarteto de nos, and a ramble I sent to Mae (@undyingdecay) , my lovely moot who's also a menace that plagues my mind with every post she writes. So yeah,, enjoy U w U
This is my first time writing for Bob! All likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated
Also not beta read, sorry for any mistakes!
Word count: 6.3k
Earlier that morning you told him you had to run some errands, pick up a few items you saw online that were available at the store, maybe grab a coffee while you were at it. But there stood out a word he wasn’t used to hearing from you: alone.
He didn’t like it when you left him –not that he was defenseless, God knows he isn’t– but he wanted to be with you, preferably all the time. Honestly, he felt the best when he was next to you. Yet you promised him you needed to go alone, that it was for a good reason: your birthday was coming close and you wanted to treat yourself a little bit. He insisted even more on tagging along; he could carry your bags, hold your stuff while you tried on clothes, pay for your stuff, anything.
You shut him down at every turn. You mentioned something about a surprise for him, so he stood back, watching you disappear behind the glass doors.
When you left he kept fumbling, walking in circles trying to think up an answer as to why you didn’t want him there. Were you tired of him? He knew he could be too much sometimes, he would get it if that was the case.
But as soon as your lover saw you walk through the elevator doors with the various shopping bags in hand, he understood you had called it right; he wouldn’t have been able to control himself if you were trying on lingerie.
…
He kept looking at your bags –full to the brim with various sets of lingerie– then back at you. You didn’t miss the way his cock twitched under his sweatpants, already excited to see you wear them. Any of them would suffice.
That would not be the case, though. Well, at least it would not be the main event.
“Is… Is it not too big for you?” Bob pulled out a –very expensive, mind you– babydoll set from the shopping bag you just brought into his room.
“Well, it might be too big if it was meant for me,” You grabbed the bag, emptying the contents over his bed. Various sets he was yet to see were now scattered over his blankets. Both your gazes roamed all over your stash. Satin, lace, tulle, velvet and silk glinted under the light of his bedside lamp. “Fortunately, I think they’ll fit you like a glove”
The saleswoman that helped you pick the outfits was sharp, there was something to her gaze that let you know of her experience selling lingerie. She asked who you were buying for, if it was a special occasion. “It’s for my girlfriend,” you said “She’s shy, so I came here to get something cute for her”. The lady only nodded, ready to guide you through your options. Corsets or bras? Lace or silk? Maybe some cotton? Thongs or panties? Are we thinking red or black?
You picked out mainly light-toned colors that you considered would compliment his face and body structure the most. The yellow babydoll was your second favorite, the pastel blue lace set was a close contender. Ah, don’t forget the matching garterbelt and stockings –they were the hardest to find in his size.
He was standing next to you, babydoll still in his hands. He kept fumbling the fabric between his fingers, too shy to ask if you were serious.
You saw the way he looked at the clothes and then back at you, half expecting you to start laughing, to tell him to man-up. Never would you dare do something like that. You noticed him yearning for a chance to be more vulnerable since long ago, he just didn’t know it was a possibility to do it like this.
It had always been a possibility, you just gave him the push. You saw potential, your pretty girl looking back at you. He smiled, nodding at you to come closer. It didn’t matter that he was wearing the blue, long sleeved sweatshirt he always wore. He needed to see how beautiful he would look wearing what you bought for him.
You held a sheer bra to his chest, extending it over his ribcage. The under wire framed his pecs beautifully, if not barely. Your arms kept going on until you hugged his torso, clasping the buckles behind him. It fit, obviously it did, and Bob could not be any redder than he was now. He took a peek at himself in the mirror. The bra looked cute, it amazed him how good it looked even over his sweatshirt. He could only imagine what it would look like under it.
Then you walked over to the handbag you brought with you, too. Another little surprise waiting for him there. You pulled out a few lipsticks you found on sale as you were exiting the department store. Just three shades, only to try on, of course.
“Nude, pink or red?”
…
“Not gonna lie, I’m a little envious “ Your voice sounded giddy. Way too giddy for someone who looked like they were about to jump their lover’s bones. “It actually fits you better than me”
“Y- you’re being too nice. It just… fits, unlike yours” Bob’s gaze was downright pornographic, not even trying to hide how good he thought the floral tulle set fit you. It was the only one that you bought for yourself, only because the embroidery work matched his by chance. “ –Yours is… astonishing”
You ogled at Bob’s beautiful legs. The way the garterbelt kept holding on to the pink-ish white stockings as if it was fighting for its life was downright sinful. The only thing that could surpass that image –now permanently engraved into your brain– was the way the G-string you convinced him to put on bulged over his member, clearly not meant to hold something so big.
His ass was spectacularly framed by the garterbelt. Truly, the g-string did a shit job at hiding anything, no matter back or front. Thank all heavens that was exactly its purpose. You could see how his pink tip was already turning red, peeking from behind the elastic band. Your mouth watered at that.
Bob traced his fingers over the lace, feeling out the texture under his digits “Are you sure they are not too small? T- they… uhm. They feel too tight on my… yeah” His hand snagged on the fabric, trying to –pointlessly– give himself more space. As soon as he let go the elastic snapped back into his skin, silently, but it was enough to elicit a gasp from him.
He was leaking already.
“I know they hurt, baby, but you have to be a big girl and put up with it just a little bit longer,” You grabbed his hand, leading him to your vanity “I’m gonna make you look pretty. Prettier” He sat down on the little chair in front of the mirror carefully as you cupped his face with your palm.
A smile formed on his face, the slight flush of his cheeks making a return “Alright”
“I know you’re not too experienced in the whole ‘putting on make-up’ thing, but trust my methods, alright? I’ve been told I’m good at this” He nodded, waiting for you to get out a makeup kit, brushes, or something of the like, but you plopped down on his lap instead. A memory came to your mind “Did I ever tell you about the time I infiltrated a wedding?”
He didn’t know whether to pull you closer or pay attention to what you were saying, it was like his brain was melting. “Uhm. No, y- you’ve never told me that story, actually” Both your lacy sets of panties were rubbing against each other, the friction only getting him harder by the second.
“Well, I had to get intel on one of the guests and I needed to be discreet, so I took a few courses on makeup, pulled some strings, and managed to land the job as the bridesmaid’s makeup artist. I’m not gonna lie, it was hard” You rubbed against him, his hands quickly reaching for your legs “Very, very, very hard” You kissed his cheek.
“Really? W- woah, I wouldn’t have guessed. Ah–” You grabbed the lipstick of his choosing: pink, and started applying it on him. He closed his eyes, unsure of where to look at, when he heard you sigh.
“Wait a second, I think this color might get lost with your hair, baby. Lemme try, I’ll make it work” The tone was too light, almost non existent. It didn’t pop out; even his blond hair was more distracting than the pink color in his lips. You’d have to try the nude shade. “If not… we can try the others” You signaled to your back. Bob looked past you, admiring the other two shades. Hopefully one would work on him.
Your face was inches away from his own. His breath filled your nostrils, the heat only driving you closer to him. You kissed him only a few chaste kisses before his mouth was already open in anticipation, wishful. Your mixed saliva and messy movements were enough to wipe the pink off of him. “Where was I? Oh, yeah, I had to apply this to… hmm… I think four girls,” Your thumb grazed his lips spotless.
You turned around, grabbing the nude shade without moving your legs –which were still secure under his touch. “And how was it?” You paused, waiting for him to continue “ –with the bridesmaids, I mean. I hear it’s uhm– difficult, y’ know? Being up and close with the people you work with” At chuckle escaped you.
“It was nice, I told them it was my first time –job, I mean. They were very understanding” A certain heat sparkled in his eye, overanalyzing every word you said “Though it was hard to make them even prettier than they already were” His hands tightened on your legs, only slightly. Bob would never admit to it, but he was a very jealous lover. His brows raised in something akin to a tantrum. He did not appreciate you calling other girls beautiful. “ –but none of them got close to you, my sweet girl.” You pressed a kiss to his temple.
He smiled, and pulled you closer. Close, and still closer until your chest was snug to his, lace to lace, both pink bows at the center of your bras snagging against each other. Then you noticed the shade, or rather how little it stood out “Oh no, I don’t think this shade is right either” You tried not to think about how your nipples rubbed on the fabric as he put his hands to your waist.
“P- please, I just want to look pretty for you. You still have the red there, I can see it. I- I can pull it off, I s- swear!” Truth be told, you’d been holding off the red. It may be too bold a color for him yet, but seeing him like this, so close to crying… had you thinking twice.
“Alright. Just hold still, baby. I think I know how to make it look good”
Bob was already puckering up his lips, ready for you to apply the makeup, when he noticed you putting the lipstick to your lips, red mixing with the lighter shade you had on already. You grabbed him by the face, swiftly kissing him again and again until the mixture of colors stayed on his lips.
Blurry and messy around the corner of his mouth, yes, but the shade fit him just right. The color was soft enough that it didn’t overshadow his features, yet had enough pigment to stand out. Besides, the blissed out smirk on his face was the real cherry on top of the cake.
A thought came to his mind, immediately slipping out.
“Can I eat you out? I swear I’ll be gentle, I- I just–” His mouth fell on your clavicle, equally kissing, biting and licking at it as his hands traced your curves. Desperation was palpable, like a stray animal begging for food. He needed you inside, around and on top of him. But right now his hunger had won the battle.
“Only if you promise to be a good girl for me, baby” He nodded fast, his face buried in your shoulder. He needed to hear you say he was good, to fulfil your every desire. You could feel him throbbing beneath you “Ok, then let’s get on your– Woah!”
You always forgot how strong he really was. How the same hands that lulled you to sleep most nights were the same ones that could break Walker’s shield in two with no effort. Bob picked you up and placed you on his bed, surrounded by discarded lingerie sets he was still to fold and store in his dresser. The soft fabrics framed your figure, making you look like sin come alive.
He spent only a few seconds admiring you before falling back into you, your legs already parted to let him explore you as much as you wanted to explore him. His hands were all over your body fast, especially on your breasts. He traced his thumbs over the embroidered design, as if looking for a secret pattern you were yet to figure out, tenderly. In impossibly soft touches, like petals dancing over your –almost bare– chest. It almost made you forget the way his erection kept rubbing at your panties, how the lace enhanced the sensation every movement left behind.
He parted from you, catching his breath. His lipstick was still on, blurrier. You were sure to have many stains all over your clavicle and neck with the shape of his lips. A fair price for love, you thought.
“Can I?” His hand had moved lower, looping a finger under your tulle panties and slowly pulling them down. Not all the way, though. He wanted, no, needed to hear you craved for him. It was like hearing you quelled all the doubts inside his head.
“Only you let me return the favor later, princess” And you, of course, would always give him the world. He had feared you’d turn from him when you saw him in nothing but a bra, a g-string, a garterbelt and matching stockings, but you had been to one to give them to him. You stayed.
You would always be there. He needed no further convincing he had found the one.
He nodded at your inquiry. You raised your hips off of the bed to make it easier for him to remove the undergarments. His heart rate quickened at the sight. It was beautiful –all of you is beautiful– but this? This was just for him.
Bob held your thighs further apart, resting his head over your inner thigh for a moment, admiring your lower lips. The rosy folds under your bush were like a beacon calling for him, crying for his attention. Even though you knew he was dangerous, a being to fear, someone who should not be here, you wanted him. You worked hard to pacify the noise inside him, the voices that wouldn’t leave him alone.
And so he delved into your mound with closed eyes. He didn’t need air, he didn’t need to taste anything that wasn’t your juices. He only needed you, to make you feel good –to be your good girl.
He licked a long strip, downwards up to lap at your clit. He parted for only a second, then he started kissing it full mouthed, his tongue drawing circles around the pink bud. Your moans egged him on, guiding him through your pleasure.
He continued his exploration, looking for your aching hole with one hand. Two slender fingers found themselves at your entrance before long. They worked the fleshy ring with care, mindfully opening you up for him. “A-ah– Bob!” They continued deeper inside you, twisting and rubbing along your walls, looking for something. “Ngh– Tha- that’s good, pretty. You’re –ah! Doing good, so… g- good for me”
A third finger inserted itself as you spoke, eliciting something between a gasp and a moan to come out of your mouth; amplified when his fingers found your g-spot. “W- wait… Bob– Baby, stop. I– I’m gonna–”
“L- let me– please, I w-wanna m’ke you gnnh–” Bob tried speaking, but was too pussy drunk to form complete sentences. He could only babble simple words while pulling you closer to him –even as you were flailing your legs, trying to get away from him–, his mouth getting more and more ravenous as time went on.
“I– can’t. Won’t stop, ‘m gonna make you– ghng. Give me–” You tangled your fingers in his blond hair, unsure if you wanted more or if you wanted to stop him from brutally attacking your pussy until you came.
The sensations were all too much, he knew you too well. You thought you’d be leading him, but he knew you like the palm of your hand; maybe even better. Your orgasm reached you before words did. Your thighs constricted his head, making him unable to move anymore. You tried to ignore the happy moan coming from your lover.
As soon as your legs gave out, you pulled on Bob’s hair; uselessly trying to get him off of you, to let you ride out your peak on your own. He didn’t budge. He would never let a drop of your pussy juices go to waste, he wanted to lap at you until you were swollen, red, hot and bothered –and maybe even then he’d continue if you let him.
He knew you liked it when he followed your command, but you liked it even more when he pushed your limits –when you had to put him in his place.
His strength never ceased to amaze you. With how gentle he usually was with you, you almost forgot he was more than capable of overpowering you in the blink of an eye. You’d let him do that another day, though. Tonight was for you, and he had been a bad girl overstimulating you.
It took you a few more pulls of his hair, but eventually he left the safety of your bushy cunt. His eyes told you everything you needed to know: he wanted to make you cum again, not even letting you rest from your previous orgasm. “I… uhm. I don’t wanna stop. You’re too good– I swear I’m fine, I just wanna–” You pulled his hair even harder when he tried ducking back into your folds, making him whimper.
“And here I thought I had tamed you right, missy” You brought him to your face, his lips still carrying your slick. Your tongue darted to taste it, mixing both your scents in a disorienting –chaotic– kiss. His tongue battled yours for dominance. He wanted to continue eating you out, he always did, but you had other plans.
“Sit here. Now” Your voice ordered. It was not rough, nor loud, but it managed to get a strong reaction out of Bob. Sweet, dumb, pussy-drunk, Bob. He lowered his gaze, unable to look at you directly. You could only imagine tears forming in the corner of his eyes, too ashamed from disobeying your command.
You sat down behind him, both of you on the feet of the bed looking directly at the mirror attached to his closet door.
He had been opposed to mirrors in general when you first moved into the tower. He told Bucky they made him anxious –which was true– but deep in the night, when nobody but you listened to him, he had told you the other reason why he didn’t like them: he was too embarrassed to look at himself ever since the Sentry serum changed his physique.
Even the foggy mirror in his bathroom after he came out of a shower felt like a mockery. He didn’t recognise the reflection of the person looking at him. That was not his body, and if it was his body, he didn’t deserve it.
He felt your touch through the flesh you were hugging, but it was hard for him to grasp it was his own. Your breasts were flush against his back, you heat warming him in all the right ways. The reflection in front of him had a smile on his face, too lost in bliss to question why someone as beautiful as you –as capable, smart, strong– would settle for someone like him.
Meanwhile –unaware of the mental battle currently occupying his mind– your hands kept fondling the bra strap, fixing it in place. “Look at you, baby girl. So beautiful,” You planted a kiss behind his ear “even if you don’t know how to behave sometimes”. The lingerie he was currently wearing pulled him back to this plane of existence. The way it stretched thin over his muscular body reminded him that yes, that was him.
The smile in his mouth grew even bigger, now curling at the ends in a feline fashion. He opened and closed his mouth in an instant, wanting to ask something but unsure if he was allowed to speak. “What is it, lovely?” You asked in that syrupy sweet tone of yours, reserved only for him.
“You’re too good to me” He said, in a tone of finality that you thought didn’t fit your shared moment. Your hands clasped themselves over his chest, pulling him further to you, his nape draping over your shoulder.
“Am I, now? And here I was about to punish you for making me cum too fast” You peppered kisses along his temple. “What a terrible lover I am”
“No! Never” He turned to look at you suddenly, almost making you lose your balance behind him. “Y- you anchor me here, you’re the one that always brings me b-back. You- You’re the only one Sentry listens to” His voice getting pitchier as he spoke, afraid of you not believing his words.
“Oh, and Void doesn’t?” He could see your lips curling into a smirk too.
“Y-yeah, but he’s meaner about it” Bob relaxed again, his head resting over your breast –now hearing your heart beating steady, no longer under the aftershocks of an orgasm.
“Mean, huh?” Your hands traveled lower down his body. Your fingers falling over the bra, following along the silhouette of the underwire framing his pecs. “Mean like me, making you wear women’s clothing for my amusement?”
You looked at yourself in the mirror. The man trusting you with all of his self laying across your lap and chest, draped as if you held the knowledge of every answer to the universe. You loved him as much as he did you, but it was hard to accept it. The world has taken too much from you already. You feared he would be torn from you eventually. So you held him close for now. Savoring every second you could spend together, unsure if that’d be the case tomorrow.
“That’s not mean. You just want me to be pretty for you, right?. I want to be good for you” His mouth found its way to your nipple, already visible under the sheer embroidered tulle. “So, so, so good for you” He parted his lips, taking you into his mouth “ –wanna b’ y‘r –Ah– pretty girl” he said between gasps and suckles.
You ran your fingers through his hair anew “Hey, don’t try to distract me. I still have to punish you for almost making me pass out” His eyes opened then, aghast.
“I ‘lmost m’de you –ah– pass out?” You separated him from you, making him face the mirror again, fixing his arms to his sides. “L-like just from my mouth?” He said as his cock almost sprung out completely out of the restraints of the g-string, if not only for the base hiding under the lace. That gave you an idea.
“Yeah, yeah, your fingers helped too. Boast all you want, I’m still gonna return the favor” A gasp came out of his mouth when you hand reached his unattended cock, alternating between working on his aching balls and the base of his dick. A task too great for only one hand, but you’d have to make due with every little advantage you had at your disposal.
You knew him very well too.
“Ah– Ah- W- wait! I don’t– I need to get this off,” Bob grabbed onto the pink garterbelt attached to his stockings, stopping him from moving too much. “Th- the lace! I swear it’s gonna break! –need to take it off– I–” He needed to move, but the clothes were just too tight. Then you stopped your ministrations, your hands suddenly on his.
“If you dare take off any of the pieces I gave you, I swear I will leave you here to take care of this alone” You mouthed at his ear. Only a whisper, yet more menacing than if you shouted. He shivered as he felt his cock bounce at your threats. You wouldn’t do that, that’d be too cruel, right? “Now, why don’t we try this again, pretty girl?” Your hand grabbed at his, with a strength he hadn’t seen from you ever. He looked at his wrists, your grip sure to leave some marks behind.
You positioned his hand over his dick, slowly guiding it over the tip. “Look at your clit, baby. Look how red it is already” Up and down, his palm kept rubbing at it until the tender head started leaking precum. You dialed up the speed, wanting to bring out more.
“Ah–! St- stop! It's mmh– My clit is hurting, p-please!” His hips buckled in front of you, making the garterbelt snag the stockings even more. The poor things were about to snap; the lace was already tearing from the way his legs kept flailing. “I’ll be good! I p- promise!”
You fake-thought about it, giving it a few seconds of meditation. “Alright, we can go slower,” Your hand decreased its speed “but only if you talk me through it”
“What?” You could see the drool already forming at the corners of his mouth, about to lose it.
“I want you to tell me what you see, beautiful” Your other hand grabbed his jaw, directing it to the mirror. There he stood still, looking at the reflection of the two of you in a scene of pure, unrestricted, debauchery.
“U- uh… I see you, and me” He stammered out.
“Now, don’t be shy… Tell me more” Your hand let go of his, instead grabbing his cock. You started pumping him little by little, now using his salty precum as lube. “Because I see two girls, but what are they doing?”
“Th-they are… Ah– One is grabbing the other’s… uhm” Your thumb started working circles on his tip. It was hot, almost too hot, and very reactive to your touch.
“On her what, baby? You can use your big girl words for this” Your breath seemed to burn at his ear. Hot poison to his sanity.
“O– one girl is laying on t-top of the other. T-the one behind is very be-beautiful, she’s glowy –like the sun. She’s a goddess… –Oh God, she’s magnificent– a-and the other girl is cute, too. The b-bra is making her tits pop out, she’s not u-used to it. Th-the thong is… Ah– is also making her m-more sensitive… and ghnn– the goddess i-is grabbing… th-the other girl’s big, fat, cock” You hand increased it pace, satisfied with the answer, except for one little detail.
“Aw, baby. You were doing so very good, but you forgot that this–” On cue, you dragged your hand over his length, squeezing in measured motions, as if trying to milk him. “is your clit”. You could feel the way he twitched, his cock begging for release. “It’s your big, fat, clit that’s begging for me”
“Ah– Ah! Yes! That’s my c-clit. M’so sorry, I– I can’t–” Your hands were just too good to him. “B- but, please. Please, don’t–” Your unforgiving pace kept going on “Don’t make me cum, please, I– I need to–”
That last part took you by surprise. “Why don’t you want to cum, precious? You can let go, I’m right here for you” Your honeyed tone was no help. He was about to cum, but stopped himself from doing it. You felt the way he tensed up –legs open, locked in place and his hands grabbing at the blankets– but he spilled no cum into your hand. Not even after a few more pumps.
“I –Ah– only want to cum in– inside you. I want to stick m-my clit inside your little p-pussy and fuck you. Fill you– I– I want your juices all over my pretty clit, plea– please!” He gritted between sobs of unclaimed pleasure. He edged himself in your hand.
You half-expected this outcome. Bob had a thing for cumming inside, which was… dangerous to say the least, but you tried your best to accommodate him “Alright, we can do that” His hasty breaths told you he would be unable to move for a few more seconds, too sensitive still to move if he didn’t plan on cumming to nothing.
“You’ve always liked spilling your seed inside me. Haven’t you, lovely?” You felt him tense right on top of you.
“Please d-don’t say that while I’m still…” You felt his back doubling, still twitching over nothing in the wake of his failed peak. “ –sensitive”
Your legs left him as you crawled over to the headboard “Then I guess you’ll have to shut me up real quick, because I was planning on moaning out your name all night long– ”
He acted before you could even finish that sentence. His body was on top of yours in an instant, already fumbling with the buckles of your bra, humping you while you were still on all fours. “H- hey! Don’t mess it up, I just bought it” You could sense how that statement was of little to no importance to him. What about it? He could buy you another set.
He looked like he was about to rip it off, so you told him the real reason why you liked this piece in particular “I- it matches yours! Don’t tear it!” And he stopped, clearly admiring the set anew.
Indeed, you matched.
The set you were wearing was a light –pastel?– olive-green color while his was a nice baby-rose tone. That on itself didn’t make much of a match, but then he looked closer. The flower embroidery was identical. White orchids with a purple center, all in very heavy detail drawn in thread. His bra and even the g-string had the same pattern as yours –minus the garterbelt, but only because your set didn’t have one.
How could those details have flown over his head?
His hips buckled to your behind, letting you feel his unattended erection. “O-oh– God. You’re perfect” He started humping your core, unable to make the tip catch yet. “So perfect f’ me. Let me fuck you, please. I w- wanna cum inside. Please, ple–”
You moved one of your hands behind you, grasping at his dick, leading him to your hole “Of course, baby. I still have to ride your pretty clit” –and you slammed against him with enough force to send him to his back, almost reaching the end of the bed.
His hands instinctively reached for your legs, trying to ease your movements, but your hips seemed to move on their own –putting on a show for him as you rode him in a reverse cowgirl.
Usually, Bob would insist on positions that let him be close to you, but you guessed this was a polite exception seeing how he was unable to do anything other than threaten to puncture something inside you with all the intensity he put behind every thrust inside your gummy walls.
“Please” His hoarse voice called from behind you, he was going out of breath.
“Please what, baby?” You teased him, already knowing what he was about to ask.
“Please kiss me. I– can’t cum if you don’t k- kiss me. I- I’ll die, I swear, please–” Shaky curses followed his plea, evidence of his yearning for your love. His hands kept trying –in vain– to move you off of him, or at least to give himself a few seconds to recover from the constant assault of your hips against his he couldn't help but correspond.
You stopped, all too suddenly. Yet his hips kept trying to meet you.
“Wh- why did you stop?” Bob thrusted his dick upwards, but your hand in his thigh blocked him. “S’ not fair. I wanna cum. I– ”
“You told me to stop” A bounce “I did” A sadistic smile formed on your lips as the drool in the corner of his mouth was already forming a steady stream down his chin. “ –but I also had a better idea” Another, slower, bounce that reached his base “Why don’t you show me what you want? Take control”
In a second Bob had thrown you into the mattress, pinning your knees to your head in a mating press. You didn’t even have time to react before his cock was already at your entrance, gathering your slick, ready to push in. Which would have been fine, if not for the way his tip kept rubbing against your swollen clit. The sight was way more intense than you expected; how did that behemoth of a cock fit inside you?
Your legs parted as the mere sensation of him fitting his cock inside you obliged your body to make more room for him. He inserted himself deep into your mushy hole in a swift drag. You felt his pulse inside, just from the pure force of him distending your guts. He bottomed out without warning, his tip kissing your cervix once, then twice, then some more. You tightened up, of course you did. You had never seen his member this close up, much less as it was about to break you apart.
“So g-good, baby” You sobbed under him, all air escaping your poor, cramped lungs as if they were about to collapse under his weight. You held on to his hands, either hoping for him to relent a little or to cum quicker, whichever one came first. “Such a good girl for me, my blonde baby”
That set off something in Bob, provoking him in ways unbeknownst to you. His hands left your legs, leaving them free to lock behind his back. Then your hands met as he pinned them to the sides of your head, locking your faces together with a kiss.
You felt the tears spilling down his eyes, tasting them in his mouth along your own slick, and lipstick from your previous activities. Your mixed scents were enough to make the coil inside you about to spring once more. His pace had changed dramatically, now slow but not less relentless.
Now you felt the drag of his length in your walls, his past intrusion leaving you in a state of hypersensitivity. You could feel the way his hesitant shoves seemed to look for your g-spot, stumbling along your walls, feeling out your snatch. Ah, but then he found it.
“Gnhg– ” You wailed as his tip hit it onslaught, ready to hit it with every thrust.
He was as close as you, so you did the only thing that occurred to you. You pinched your hole as tight as possible.
You both came in a rush, vision going white like Void’s eyes. You could feel the way his hot cum flooded your womb; he was so deep inside you doubted any would leak out.
His hold on your abdomen brought you back to reality. His back was curved in an awkward angle, hugging your torso to him as you clenched your legs behind his back in an act of reassurance. He rode out the last of his aftershocks, still twitching and spilling the last of his seed into you.
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Bonus:
Bob rested his legs between yours –softly plopping on top of you– not ridding himself from the coarse clothes already digging at his skin just yet. “Can I ask you something?” He sounded like a lovesick teenage boy, wanting to hear the story of how his girlfriend fell for him in the school halls. “Did you really look for matching sets?” Even his head was now resting over the back of his hands, still on top of you.
You chuckled “I saw them about a month ago in the online store. I tried to purchase it, but they had run out of stock very fast” He wriggled closer to your face, almost as if wanting to melt them together –which may not have been too far from the truth.
“I kept looking for them for weeks, they were just too cute. And guess what? Just yesterday I saw they had a pair available for in-store pick up. I didn’t want to get my hopes too high in case it didn’t fit me, or you, so I kept it a secret” You kissed the tip of his nose, eliciting a few giggles from him. “Sorry”
“Don’t apologise for that, I understand” Bob tried to play off the nervousness you had obviously noticed when you went out. But truly, he wanted to come along. It was normal for couples to go everywhere together, you didn’t have to be the exception “It was a nice surprise, by the way” His fingers lay on your discarded panties, playing with the material “ –but, uhm. Do you think we could…”
“Sure, this one’s on me. Just move so I can– yeah, like that” Bob lifted himself off of you, falling right next to your side. His eyes followed your every move as you got up, fixed the sullied blanked and changed it for a new one. The fresh smell of laundry hit him as you draped it over your naked bodies.
You shimmied yourself next to him, already waiting for your embrace. His arms found your body even in the dark cover of the moonbeam shining through your window. You held him close to you until you fell asleep as one.
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Streetlights flicker softly above, casting pools of golden light across the sidewalk as the two of you walk side by side. The distant hum of traffic blends with the low buzz of cicadas in the warm night air. A cool breeze brushes past, tugging at your clothes and whipping your hair into your face. Beside you, Nanami’s usually pristine hair, always neatly slicked back at work, is mussed slightly by the wind, a few strands falling loose across his forehead. It’s strange, seeing him like this. Less buttoned-up. More… human. Gentle.
“You really didn’t have to walk me home, Nanami,” you say softly, glancing up at him. There’s a hint of guilt in your voice, though you’re secretly grateful. It’s rare to have time alone with him like this.
He glances at you out of the corner of his eye, his hands tucked neatly into his coat pockets. “It’s really no problem,” he says, and a small, genuine smile appears, subtle, but unmistakable. “It wasn’t all that much trouble.”
You smile too, looking ahead again as the two of you slow your pace. “Still… I know you’ve been working non-stop lately. You could’ve gone straight home.”
“I could’ve,” he replies, calm as always. “But I didn’t want to.”
That quiet admission makes your heart skip. It’s simple. Honest. You don’t reply right away, unsure how to answer something like that without sounding like a schoolgirl with a crush. Which, unfortunately, you sort of are.
Nanami stops at the curb as you reach your building. He turns slightly to face you. “I know you’ve had a hard week. Between the mission and all the reports piling up… I just thought you might want the company.”
You glance at him again, the way his eyes soften when they meet yours. He always speaks so plainly, so carefully. Like every word is chosen with purpose. You admire that about him—his control, his composure. He never lets anything slip… and yet here he is, letting his guard down just a little.
“I do want the company,” you admit quietly. “Especially yours.”
For a moment, the air between you shifts. Something unspoken hovers just beneath the surface—warm, uncertain, but full of potential.
He exhales softly, almost like a sigh of relief. “That’s good to hear.”
You glance at his hair again, a small laugh escaping before you can stop it. “Your hair’s all messed up, by the way.”
He raises a brow, bringing one hand up to smooth it back with his usual precision. “Is it that bad?”
“Not bad,” you say, still smiling. “Just… different. Kind of nice, actually.”
He lets out a quiet hum, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, but the corner of his mouth quirks up again. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
You linger at the entrance of your apartment building, neither of you making a move to leave.
“Do you want to come in for tea or something?” you ask before you can talk yourself out of it. “Only if you’re not too tired.”
There’s a beat of silence, and for a second you think he’ll politely decline, like he usually does. But then he nods once, slowly.
“I wouldn’t mind tea.”
Your heart does another flip, but you manage to keep your face calm, at least on the outside.
You push the door open and hold it for him. He steps in beside you, and for the first time in weeks, something feels a little easier. A little lighter. You’re not sure where this is going, or what it means, but for tonight… it’s enough.
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you should do when Sammy does the trend with will the is it princess treatment of it it the bare mimium and will is inside his shower when they are doing the video and evey time he gets one wrong she turns on the shower and gets him wet
wait YESSS i have seen this all over my fyp and i think it's so funny bc will is like what do u mean there's another tiktok u want me to make 🤨 and the fans in the comments just eat it up because he only gets one wrong and then samy just drowns him in water for the fun of it at the end -- these would also be based on what samy personally thinks is the bare minimum and princess treatment
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"samy, i don't know how many times i can keep doing these tiktoks.." will mumbled as he stepped into the shower while the girl giggled trying to set her phone up.
"aww come on, they're fun. i always get the most views when i post with you anyway," samy grinned and will rolled his eyes.
"right."
once she got her phone up, she stepped around him so she had access to the hot and cold handles. will mumbled something about how he needed to stop saying yes to these before turning to the camera and smiling.
"this is princess treatment or the bare minimum," the hockey player said while the soccer player giggled and looked at her list of notes she wrote up.
will hoped he wouldn't get wet because he liked to think he knew what was the bare minimum and what wasn't after years of knowing samy and having grace as a sister.
"making her breakfast," samy began, eyeing her boyfriend.
"bare minimum," will said confidently and samy nodded.
"carrying her bags while out shopping," she continued and the boy thought for a moment.
"princess treatment?" he was unsure and flinched when he thought samy was going to turn to shower on, but she didn't and nodded again instead.
"wait, good. you're doing good so far," she grinned.
"holding the door open and opening doors for her."
"bare minimum," will quickly said. that was an easy one.
"taking her out to eat every week or every other week," samy said and will wasn't sure again. him and samy ate out or ordered food every week for their weekly date night, but he didn't know if that was a normal thing for everyone.
"bare minimum?" he said and the cold water hit his neck and back almost instantly. the blonde flinched and shrieked while samy laughed.
"dude," he shook the water from his hair.
"it's princess treatment. not everyone is a millionaire like you," samy giggled making him roll his eyes again.
"alright."
"letting her wear any clothes in your closet," the brunette continued.
"bare minimum," will said quickly and smirked when he looked at samy wearing one of his old boston college t-shirts.
"going dancing with her when it's raining out."
"princess treatment?" the hockey player raised his eyebrow and he smiled when he didn't feel the water.
"paying for her food and drinks."
"princess treatment?" another unsure answer, but the water still didn't come. will grinned.
"okay, last one. texting her goodnight and good morning."
"bare minimum," will smiled and samy clapped for him only getting one wrong.
"wow, you did better than i thought you did," she giggled and the boy gazed at her proudly.
"you have so little faith in me. i know my shit," he said and samy smiled.
for fun, she reached over to drench him because he was already wet to begin with. the blonde cursed and then struggled to find the handles to turn it off.
"samy," will complained, finally finding the faucet to turn the cold water off. all of him was now soaked from head to toe and samy was just bent over laughing.
"sorry babe," she said through her giggles.
"oh, you're so getting it for that," he tugged her into the shower with him and turned the water on so now both of them were wet. the girl shrieked, trying to escape, but will's hold on her waist was strong.
he leaned in, his lips inches from hers, "is this princess treatment or the bare minimum?"
"neither," she deadpanned but let him kiss her anyway.
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user1 AWW wait will knew them pretty well okkkk
user2 yeah u know samy whipped him into shape so he got them all right besides one
user3 this is so cute
user4 i like how he wasn't into it at first but then got into it when he started getting them right
user5 my babies they're so adorable
user6 i love these tiktoks
user7 i hope they never break up they're sooo cute
user8 not will pulling her into the shower too omg
user9 oh i knowww what they did when the video ended
user10 this makes me feel so single wow
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Fiiirst, CONGRATS ON 700!! ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜That's awesome! Can't wait to see you hit 1,000 bc you def deserve it. ♡ Now for my submission! I rolled a 5 for Style and a 2 for Wild Card for a Shigaraki x reader piece. The only squicks I have are super-underage and bodily fluids that aren't blood, spit, or cum. Everything else is fair game! ♡ @league-of-simps
you know my name: tomura x reader
submission #2 for the 777 event. thank you so much harleyyyy <3 so excited to live out my gamblin dreams thru our fav meanie (ʘ ͜ʖ ʘ)
shigaraki x reader- oneshot- 2.8k words rolls: 5; 2 (porn with plot & casino au) summary: tomura's losing streak in poker pisses him off. what happens when lady luck gives him an assist? cw: 18+, mdni. fem reader, smut, doggy, kinda switch tomura, drinking, gambling. tomura is snarky, reader is worse. mutual pining hidden by poker faces. casino // hotel setting. other league members mentioned (dabi, twice, compress, spinner). the league plays poker its CANON no beta readers: read at your own discretion! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
"I fold".
Tomura sighs, shoving himself away from the velvet table. He doesn't know what it is tonight, maybe its the smoke cloying at his throat from the heavy cigars, maybe his tolerance has dropped below normal to the whiskey; tonight's hands have all been shit. Shit, so shit that he's debating taking his losses and going upstairs for the night.
After months of playing amateur backyard poker with the boys, fooling around with an old set of playing cards they found in a junk drawer, they decided to try and make it big. A few weeks in the gambling capital of the world oughta set them up nice for life. Cozy furnishings, a stocked liquor cabinet, and a fully furnished basement for their own underground poker ring. What a life it could be.
Professional poker against lifelong gamblers is surprisingly harder than they ever could have imagined. Perhaps Tomura was in over his head. Maybe Zen was right; maybe he is just a child. He could just stick to the family business; he and Touya combined could make out more than comfortably. Between their two respective fathers, they could amass a fortune just from their names. But Tomura didn't want to cheat. He wanted to play his own game, write his own rules- even if that meant starting at the first level. He could never leave Spinner, Atsuhiro, or Jin out of this, either. They had made out good for the past two weeks, anyway. He just had to get over the hump. It was just a rut. The tournament still had a few days to go- and if they made it this far, they'd make it to the end.
He sits on a barstool at the long marble counter. A small bartender comes, taking his order down and making it as he answers, not wasting any time. He pushes a strand of long hair from his face, taking a slow sip, his eyes falling closed for a moment.
"Boulevardier," a voice whispers in from over his shoulder. The scent of vanilla, incense, and amber envelops him through the tobacco haze, and his eyes snap open. You stand beside him, eyes raking over his suit-clad body. You can tell from one glance he's not a regular, he's not usually a drinker, and he's trying desperately to forget his last round.
"What?" He turns his head completely, his eyes glistening under the dimmed lights.
"Boulevardier. Dee-ay. Not Boulevard-er. It's an E-A sound. You butchered your pronunciation".
He takes a moment, nodding. "Thanks," he mutters, turning back to the bar.
"I'm just saying- if you don't want them to know you're a rookie-"
"I'm not," He snaps back, face flat. "Who even are you?" His voice is sharp, but curious still as you swirl your drink.
Your eyes dance on his crooked tie, his pale face humming with displeasure. You reach your hand out to him, nails manicured and fingers steady. "Just a spectator," you smile softly. He looks down at your hand for a brief moment before taking it, pressing a chaste kiss to your soft fingers. His lips are warm, slightly rough against your knuckles. You speak again, his eyes less sharp now as he takes another swig from his glass. "Your tie is crooked".
He rolls his eyes, but it's nothing more than a facade. You lean into him, adjusting the silky red material before tugging at it briefly, his eyes following you in awe. Strands of cornflower blue frame his face as it comes loose from what used to be a neat ponytail.
You had been watching him play for a few nights. It wasn’t often you were here, but the time you spent had paid off, as crimson eyes now look over you slowly. You can feel his gaze hanging on you like a bee to honey, clinging to you as if you’ll disappear from sight. He doesn’t say a word as you both sit beside each other now, sipping from your glasses respectively. The silence between you hangs thickly, webbing the two of you together. His pretty face remains flat, but you can catch the glimmer of curiosity in his gaze every few seconds.
He goes to speak, maybe to ask your name, or your deal, when the next round starts, and Touya waves him over. You can see the tall man in your peripheral vision, thick black hair pulled into a half-up bun, piercing blue eyes that feel like ice running down your spine. You knew all their names by the second night of watching– and you knew their story by the third.
Tomura stands, grabbing his glass. He turns to speak to you again, but you silently lace your arm under his, his cheeks flushing pink as you walk back to the table with him. Touya's face shifts, teeth baring at the sight. “Got a date there, Tomura?”
Tomura makes a cut-throat motion, urging Touya to stop. His cheeks are flushed, but maybe it’s just warm in here.
He pulls out a chair for you, and you sit beside him as the hand is dealt. Like every other night, you don't join, you simply watch. This time, though, you get to watch front and center, your arms brushing against each other gently. You lean into his ear, whispering to him, "If you win this round, you'll know my name".
He chuckles, brows furrowed at the idea. His slender fingers curl around his glass, and he mumbles out "Deal" as your glasses collide. He wasn’t exactly the type to turn down a bet.
By default, he has a good hand. The round plays as usual, until the last stifling few minutes, tensions rising as Tomura's red eyes shift to his hand. It's only him and one other person— soem stuffy-looking man in an all-white suit and dark eyes.
"Raise," says the man across the table. He slides a pile of chips in— a three-thousand-dollar raise from the original pot. Tomura smiles ever-so-subtly as he nods. "I'll call". He slides his stack of chips into the pot.
The man across plays his hand, a smug smile tugging at his lips. "Full house," he boasts loudly, beady eyes shining. Tomura nods slowly, eyes shifting around. He leans back in his seat, pinching the bridge of his nose. Every move he makes is calculated, deceitful. There’s something powerful about him, but you can’t quite put a finger on it.
The dealer waits patiently, arms crossed tightly against his chest. Tomura lowers his voice, dragging out his alleged defeat. "Okay..." faux trepidation coats his tongue as he lowers his head slightly before extending his arm out. He tosses his cards out in front of him, masking his grin. The man in white smiles and laughs preemptively, reaching for the stack of chips. The dealer puts his arm out, waiting for Tomura to make the announcement.
"Fours".
Touya smiles as he shakes his head, Spinner claps his hands together almost as if to pray. You lean over Tomura's shoulder again and press a gentle kiss to his ear before whispering your name to him. The man in white slams his fist on the table, and the dealer bows slightly to Tomura while holding a hand out to stop the others.
“Good job, rookie”. His ears heat at your touch, and the rest of the men surrounding watch. He takes the rest of his drink in one go, and your hand rests gently on his thigh.
As the night progresses, he grows more impatient. Every round is a win for him or the boys, their victories painting their faces with insatiability before last call is announced. By the time the game is cut for the night, Tomura has gained increasing levels of incentive to win more. A bite on his neck, a pinch to his hip, a breathy promise in his ear. By the end of the night, his slacks were tight, and his curiosity was piqued.
He drags you out of the casino with a firm hand on your hip, barely hiding his frustrations from the incessant teasing. He walks fast, pushing you into his hotel room and clicking the lock in one movement. There's no time to speak or even remove your shoes before he's smashing his lips onto yours, breathy and full of want.
Tomura’s lips are softer than the kiss he placed on your hand earlier, despite his hungry kisses. You slip your tongue between them, tasting the whiskey on his breath. He presses into your mouth desperately, every movement sending pricks of electricity through your bones.
Your arms wrap around his neck, undoing his hair. It cascades down his shoulders, the scent of orange-vanilla curtaining around you, his long fingers gripping your jaw. You two continue stepping back, almost dancing around the room as he presses you to the bed, you land softly under his arm, cradling your lower back. He kisses down your jaw, across your bare collarbones, slipping the strap of your dress down to expose more of you. His hands move feverishly, gripping into soft skin, curves melting between his fingers. You pull at his tie, and he yanks it off, tossing it aside as your hands nimbly undo the buttons of his shirt, his face dark with heat. He can't stop himself from kissing you again, he can't be patient anymore– he tears the rest of his shirt off and pulls it off, leaving his bare chest and torso open now.
Soft marbled muscle carves his body, something you hadn't seen under the expensive-looking suit and tie. A few scars drape over his creamy skin like brush strokes, and you feel your eyes melt over his entire image. As he hovers over you, you watch his biceps flex, his shoulders twitching every time he lowers himself down to kiss another part of you. You run your hands down his body, dragging against the tuft of soft blue hair below his navel, and you can feel his cock twitching against your thigh as your fingers near.
He mumbles your name like a hymn in your ear as you undo his belt, his arms already shaking. His breaths collect against the crook of your neck as he slides more of your dress down, the slippery material slipping off your legs like water, leaving you completely bare. His breath hitches, and he bites into your thigh without warning, causing you to gasp out in shock.
His pants are only half undone as he shoves them off along with his boxers, not wasting any more time as his cock springs free, tapping up against his stomach as it weeps. His fingers lace into yours as he pins your arms above your head, leaving rosy marks on your neck as he sucks and nips at it.
"Fuck," he drives himself into your hip, then adjusts himself between your legs. Your head falls back into the pillowy mattress as he rubs the head of his cock into your swollen clit, but he retreats slowly and gets on his knees in front of you. His lips are slightly parted, his chest rising quickly as lowers himself between your legs, lifting under your thighs and placing them on his shoulders. Your hands tangle in his soft blue waves as his tongue darts between your folds, his moaning following immediately after tasting you. His nose presses into your clit as he dips his tongue inside of you, his name falling from your lips softly.
Tomura's fingers grip into the flesh of your thighs as he buckles down, devouring like he had been starved his entire life. His teeth nip at your skin, he rolls the bud of sensitive nerves between them with his tongue, drinking down your sweetness with muffled moans and whimpers. The muscles in his back shift each time he grinds against the mattress, already dangerously close to making a mess of the duvet.
The numbing heat in the pit of your stomach tightens, pulling like a tight cord. Tomura's moans doubled with his frantic licking are enough to do you in, and the cord snaps. Your hands grip at his hair, pulling him into you as if he could get any closer, and you grind yourself into his mouth. He whimpers loudly, swallowing hard as he laps up every drop of you.
You try to push him away as his tongue flickers across your pussy, but he resists with a greedy smile. His breathing is hot and fast against your overstimulated clit, and you tug his hair more and more to get him to pull away. He growls, gripping into your thighs tightly before pulling away from you and flipping you over with deceptive amounts of strength. He pushes your face into the pillows, positioning you like a doll, legs spread wide and cunt dripping onto the duvet. He shivers as he lines himself up, keeping one hand on your lower back, pressing you down. He grabs his tie, shoving it into your mouth with two fingers, grabbing at your soft cheeks. His previous pathetic worshipping has since been replaced with a sadistic grin and a low voice. "The quieter you are, the faster I'll go, okay?"
You nod, eyes squeezing shut as he shoves himself into you tightly. You bite down on the silk tie as he stretches you out, that same heated coil inside of you building back up. He bottoms out, knees wobbling as you grip around his cock like a vice, but he steadies himself again, thrusting slowly. You whimper, the tie forcing you to breathe slowly and deeply.
"I wanna keep you forever," he starts, panting as he thrusts in and out of you rhythmically. "You're good luck, fuck-" he throws his head back. "You're so fucking tight", he says as he gets faster, hitting right against your spot with every movement.
You moan, and he slows down. "Nuh-uh". You can't speak, you can't make a sound without him slowing back down. He keeps talking, his voice thick with craving.
"You're gonna be my good luck charm, hm?" He slowly increases his pace again. "You're so pretty, you're so fucking- fuck, you're so pretty".
The man you had set your eyes on seemed timid, gentle, and nervous. The man laying into you right now was none of those things. He was filthy, depraved, and beautiful, fingers digging into you, as if you would ever choose to leave. Your body trembles, your eyes water, and your face feels feverish. His saccharine words drip from his mouth like honey while his hands roam over you. He grabs a handful of your tits, holding onto you close as he pounds you from behind. "Mine," he declares in your ear. "You're all mine now".
Tomura's cock sputters as he gets closer, and you can feel his thrusts get thrown off with the wave of building euphoria. Your orgasm is suffocatingly close, and he yanks the tie from your mouth. "Need to hear you," his pleading returns as he jerks rapidly into you. You take a deep, shuddering breath, reaching your hand between your legs to your neglected clit, rubbing at it. His whines and moans are getting louder, raspy and sweet-sounding. You tighten further around him, causing him to lose himself completely, and he cums, hard. His cock twitches inside of you as it coats you in sticky pearls of cum, the warmth enough to cause you to cum just as hard. His hips buckle, and your chest heaves while you both cry out for each other, the pillow beneath you tear-stained and smudged with mascara.
He peppers kisses down your spine, rocking slowly into you in the after-shock of his orgasm, mumbling the sweetest words. You flip over, and he smooths the hair out of your face gently, keeping himself inside of you, still half-hard. You trace down his chest, catching your breath as you admire him above you. He pulls out slowly, wrapping his arms around you like a prize. "Lucky" he repeats to you, blinking slowly. You soften at the sound of his voice, tired and fulfilled.
"I'll help you win tomorrow, too" you whisper to him as you kiss his nose, and he grins through the exhaustion.
"You don't have a choice now. You're mine". He sighs contentedly, stretching out on the bed. "I wasn't lying".
Your chest tightens, womb fluttering with the idea. "And what happens when you leave?"
He turns to you, thin brows furrowed. "You follow me".
And so, the game begins.
dividers by the lovely @saradika-graphics
copyright d1s1ntegrated 2025 © do not reupload, copy, or use my writing for ai training.
#777event#lowkey wanna write more on this one#this is why i leave all my fics pretty open ended teehee#mha#bnha#tomura shigaraki#my hero academia#tenko shimura#mha shigaraki#shigaraki x reader#myasks#tomura#shigaraki#tomura smut#shigaraki x reader smut#yn x shigaraki#tomura shigaraki x you#mha x reader#league of villains#the league plays poker#league of villains x reader#lov mha#mha au#mha villains au#mha villain x reader#shigaraki fanfic#shigaraki oneshot#dust.writing#dust.txt#dust.ask
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My Bloodline Will Die With Me
Finally, my first fanfiction! This is a somewhat angsty, plot-focused rendition of Final Destination: Bloodlines but Erik survives and tries to keep his cousins and Aunt Darlene safe.
(bonus art i made for this fanfic bc i could :D)
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Waking Up Is Harder Than It Seems
The first thing Erik noticed when he woke up was the smell.
The chemical smell was almost overwhelming. It filled his sinuses and clouded his head, making him dizzy and nearly knocking him back into unconsciousness.
Despite the smell, he realized he was breathing through his parted mouth, not his nose. Ow, his nose. He didn’t dare try to breathe through his nose, that was gonna suck for sure. Well, not that he could even if he tried. The next thing Erik noticed was a scratchy gauze fastened over his nose, completely covering his nostrils.
Erik knew he was laying in a bed, and he knew that he had to still be in the hospital. But where was everyone else? Where was Bobby? As much as he wanted to fall back asleep, Erik needed answers.
Erik slowly opened one eye and was immediately flooded with the sterile brightness of a hospital room. He squinted through the overwhelming whites and tried to take in his surroundings better. As he shifted himself to lean against his pillows instead of laying flat on the bed, he sensed some movement approaching him.
A woman’s face entered his vision, eyes soft yet professional. She was dressed in a nurse’s uniform.
“Erik? Erik Campbell? Are you conscious? Blink if you can hear me.”
Erik didn’t really want to blink. He wanted to ask her a hundred questions, but his voice wouldn’t work yet, so he blinked. He found his eyes began to adjust better to the hospital room, so maybe blinking was for the best.
“Excellent. You’re doing great. You’ve been in a… strange accident, to say the least.”
Yeah, no kidding, Erik thought.
“I know you must have some questions–and frankly, so do I–but you shouldn’t push yourself right now and you should get some more rest. I’m Nurse Sun, and here’s a call bell you can use in case you need anything–”
Oh, no, this woman isn’t leaving me yet. There was one thing Erik needed to know right now. He opened his mouth and coughed, clearing his dry throat as much as he could.
“Mr. Campbell, please don’t try to–”
“—Bobby?” was all Erik managed to get out before he fell into a coughing fit. Well, that was embarrassing.
Nurse Sun looked at him with concern and produced a glass of water with a straw from his bedside table, guiding it to Erik’s mouth. He grabbed the glass and flicked the straw aside, sipping some water directly from the glass in an effort to relieve his throat.
“Bobby…?” Nurse Sun finally asked, seeking some clarification from Erik’s question.
Yeah, this was annoying. How on earth was he gonna ask this woman he’d never met before that he needed to know if his little brother didn’t get himself killed from an allergic reaction?
Erik’s memory began to recall more of what happened before landing in this bed.
He remembered seeing how scared Bobby was at the idea of having Death relentlessly chase him. He remembered how there was no way he was gonna let his little brother end up like Dad or Julia. He remembered getting him those (not unsalted) peanut butter cups from the vending machine. He remembered seeing him eat them and begin to struggle breathing. He wanted to stab him with his EpiPen then and there because he could see how much it hurt. Even though Bobby was bigger than Erik, he looked so small and scared, which only made killing him more painful for Erik, but he had to make sure Bobby died before bringing him back, so that he could be safe from Death for good.
But then… The MRI machine turned on. And Erik’s piercings all flew out. Each one ripped out his flesh and sent burning pain through his skin. Erik tried to hold them in, but he only had two hands–not enough for all his piercings. Maybe he should have taken them out after the incident at the tattoo parlour…
Erik remembered dropping the EpiPen while trying to hold his piercings in, and Bobby leapt for it. Erik, despite his pain, knelt down and tried to grab the EpiPen away from him. Erik didn’t know why–it was instinct, it was part of his plan to keep Bobby away from his lifeline.
He should’ve let Bobby have the EpiPen, since things were already going wrong.
The last thing he remembered was a wheelchair flying towards them.
“Erik?”
Erik turned his eyes back on the nurse, who now had a grave look.
“Bobby… He was the boy who was with you?”
Erik felt a sharp sense of unease and dread. He tried his voice again, which came through easier now, thanks to the water. “Yeah. My brother.”
“Your brother? Oh, I’m so sorry. He… he didn’t make it.”
No. “No. No.” Erik’s face twitched and he shook his head in disbelief. Bobby can’t be gone. They had a plan. He was going to flatline, which was risky, sure, but they were in a hospital. It was the best place to save his life, so what went wrong–?
“I heard noises coming from the room you two were in and metal items were flying for the door. I walked in and saw you bleeding from your head on the ground and Bobby was beside you, sticking an EpiPen in his thigh. There was a wheelchair that was stuck in the MRI machine–I have no idea what you two were doing in there but that machine should not have been on.”
So Erik must have gotten knocked out by that wheelchair when he knelt down to Bobby. Good thing he wasn’t standing, or else he might’ve gotten caught by that wheelchair and–well, ouch. “So then what happened?”
The nurse cleared her throat hesitantly. “Bobby noticed me in the doorway. He stood up, asking me to help you. Then… out of nowhere a coil from the vending machine behind me flew out towards him. Went right through his…” Nurse Sun’s eyes darkened and she pointed at her head.
Erik stared at the nurse after her recount of what happened. He let out a breathy scoff. So Bobby was dead. Gone. He was never gonna see his little brother grow up.
Death really was relentless.
Nurse Sun now avoided Erik’s eyes. “To be honest, I wasn’t sure what to make of the situation at first. Admittedly, I freaked out and three other people rushed into the room, calling out to you two. I suppose they were friends, or family?”
“I came here with my cousins and aunt…” Erik traced his heart brand, which still stung from the fire at his tattoo parlour from yesterday. He was still trying to comprehend what Nurse Sun just told him. To think that what happened with Dad, Julia, and the tattoo parlour was insane enough, but now Bobby?
Nurse Sun let out a long sigh. “Is this a lot? I think it’s a lot. To be honest, I really shouldn’t have told you all of this yet, but surprisingly you are taking this in better than… most, I would guess.”
Erik mustered up an expression that said something along the lines of: Lady, you wouldn’t believe the week I had.
Nurse Sun shockingly might have gotten the gist of Erik’s internal dialogue, because she raised one eyebrow and leaned back. “Interesting life you must have,” she muttered.
The door opened and a tall man with long white hair and a long white coat walked in with a clipboard. Nurse Sun immediately straightened up and turned to him. Clearly, this man was his doctor.
“Hello, Mr. Erik Campbell,” the doctor said, his tired eyes flicking between his clipboard and Erik. This guy clearly needed some coffee. “I’m Dr. Frances, I see you’ve already met Nurse Sun. Are you able to talk?”
Erik opened his mouth and simply said “Yeah. Ow.”
“I can imagine. To give you a brief rundown of your condition, you had a concussion from the wheelchair striking your head. It did give you a deep gash in your temple region, but we patched that up just fine. Nonetheless, you will need some rest from any hardcore physical activity so you don’t make your concussion worse.”
Erik raised a hand to his bandaged temple tentatively. Wow, Erik thought. Despite that wonderful summary, it still felt worse than it sounded. Bobby got a concussion once from a brutal football game, but Erik was never aware of how much it sucked.
“As for your… Smaller injuries…” Dr. Frances glanced at Erik’s nose and ears. Ah yes, his spontaneous piercing-removal procedure. Fun.
“We disinfected those wounds and patched them up as best we could. We can provide you with some painkillers if you would like them. All in all, we have managed to stabilize most of your injuries, so as long as you don’t have any more accidents, you can make a full recovery in two to three weeks.”
Two to three weeks? Yeah feel free to wrap me in bubble wrap while you’re at it, Doc, Erik bitterly thought to himself.
His recap done, Dr. Frances tucked the clipboard under his arm and nodded to Erik. “You can expect to be discharged tomorrow. Good day, young man,” he said before shuffling out of the room. Well, all things considered, Dr. Frances seemed like a pretty good doctor. Erik appreciated his straightforwardness.
Nurse Sun got up from her seat and gave Erik a quick smile. “I know you’ve been through a lot, but you should get some sleep. We’ll contact your family to let them know how you’re doing.”
His family. “Wait,” he called out to Nurse Sun. “How long have I been here?”
She glanced at the clock, which read 3:56. “It’s almost 4 AM right now. I don’t know when you arrived, but we picked you up around eight hours ago.”
He’d been out for at least eight hours? Was Death still after the rest of his family? Were they still alive? What did they do about Bobby?
Despite Erik not getting all the answers to his questions, the information he got was still enough to fill Erik with exhaustion. He really needed some sleep. Since the incident at the tattoo parlour and Julia's accident, he hadn’t gotten much rest. The nurse walked away, wishing him a good sleep and dimming the lights in his room. Erik sunk into his pillow and closed his eyes.
The last thing Erik thought of before drifting off was Bobby’s outstretched hand towards him.
#final destination#final destination bloodlines#final destination: bloodlines#erik campbell#final destination au#final destination fanfic#erik campbell fanfiction#erik campbell final destination#bobby campbell#julia campbell#fanfiction#fanfic#tw descriptions of gore#My Bloodline Will Die With Me fic#fix it fic
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#rp sometimes is very wild like#a week ago someone stopped talking to me over confirming how a ship wasn't gonna happen#when i hadn't given any signs on the first place#(and also that's when i discovered tetcho and higuchi as a ship)#also that one time someone who didn't have a rp acc just#came to ppl writing x characters to ask for their d.ck size#and i got asked about atsushi lakjsdflkajs#i genuinelly found that very funny tho#still i only had an answer bcs my answer was: no
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there was another wave of caleb drama on the bird app the other day about him not wanting to be ur gege at all which was lowkey super dumb bc its not true but now its making me think of an au where mc and caleb don't grow up together and meet as adults but caleb's still delusional and crazy enough to want to have that type of dynamic... like just irrationally mad that he isn't the one who raised u LMAO i always saw him as the type to just want to be your everything not Just a brother not Just a lover... it tickles my brain.. love and obsession so all-encompassing that he has to be everything in ur life
..Oh brother 😒 no pun intended. I agree with u tho nonnie 💯 Bro needs to be her everything, & if he isnt he feels worthless.
Prepare thyselfs
Alright, yall already know by know that im a big gege truther- however im perfectly fine with the people who wanna see caleb as the ‘childhood friend’- which the anglicized version essentially goes off on. Now i do believe those individuals dont see all of caleb’s unique little nuances- just because so much of them stem from the brotherly role he was ‘forced’ to fill for mc all throughout childhood- and i think they fail to recognize the paramount correlation it has to their ‘forbidden’ romance (which both he & mc ACKNOWLEDGE in the story; but ig they’re just whiting out the bits they dont wanna hear) but im not gonna flame ppl if they wanna see bro as the friends to lovers trope.
i dont agree with it, but its more or less okay with me bc i understand lots of ppl are icked out by the pseudo trope (reasonable) yet still want to appreciate xia yizhou in their own way— even if ignoring the original intention inevitably brings a certain distance to that for the lack of comprehension over his, well, ahem GEGEISM™️
The way some of them wanna DENY the asian/original canon tho is pretty insane ngl. Like homie u can still enjoy ur own (english localized) idea of caleb- but to try to erase the obvious gege/meimei implications of the chinese version is funny only because its just that stupid. Again im definitely not one of the ppl who’ll yell and shame others for not fucking with the gege vibes, but cmon… its pretty obvious that is in the canon.
And now im yapping at this point but as to whether or not caleb WANTS to be mc’s brother figure? ..Honestly i feel like that is complicated in itself, and i think the answer will vary from person to person. But for me i think its both a yes and a no. He definitely acts as her brother, thinks as her brother, regards himself as her brother. And the self awareness is absolutely there for him- as in he knows its wrong to romantically pine for mc because he truly does- in his own way- naturally see mc as his meimei as well, even if he tries to separate himself from it the more his yearning grows. I think calebs emotions revolving this are super complex. I can barely even put it into words.
He wants the full right, if u will, that the gege title grants him over her— the closeness, the responsibility, the bond— but it ultimately gets in the way when he stares at her in admiration for a little too long or leans a little too much into the fantasy of pretend girlfriend and boyfriend. Growing up, whenever he humored her and they played house, he never had to feign the part of ‘husband’ bc he already carried all that love with him. In a way, a lil piece of him kind of blames mc for ‘asserting’ the gege role on him, but he’s still just as guilty bc he happily gave in to it all throughout their growing up. He liked it, even, in those moments he could almost forget his own pathetic desires.
I truly do believe that caleb feels regretful over the brotherly role he operated under for just about all his life… But i also truly believe that he would have it no other way— the smallest idea of anybody else assuming that spot in her life makes him furious. Because again, he wants to take care of her, he wants to protect her, to bandage her scraped knees and hush away her tears, to cook breakfast lunch and dinner for her and have almost as much of a say in her life as gran does. (…past tense.) He wants the proximity, the domestic life with her, the casual closeness and again, the slight dominion the ‘brother’ role gives him over her.
Lets not forget that in all of this, for all his cheerful, reassuring smiles and easy quipping comments, that there’s a little worm in the back of caleb’s head that wants ultimate control over his meimei. and yes, even just in calling her his ‘meimei’— or her running face first into his strong arms bc she knows, as family, he’ll always have her back— some of that control is given. Its so hard to articulate this pls kill me. But i hope u know what i mean.
At the end of the day, for all his reservations about it- and the actual blame he lowkey tries to put on mc for it- Caleb does and always wanted to be her gege.
Because if he was never her gege, he’d be nothing. His responsibility over his meimei— his sister, his friend, his closest confidant and hopefully, one day, his wife— is frankly all that gives him purpose.
And yeah maybe he is a little crazy because of it... But he knows she loves him too, deep down. He knows her better than anybody else, after all. The same can be said about his love for her: nobody in this world could ever hold even a fraction of all that Caleb both internally & physically shoulders for her.
It’s as much of an ugly curse as it is a beautiful gift.
Duality my friends, duality
#mailbox#caleb love and deepspace#just tagging this as caleb so i can easily go back to this later if i want#ive always wanted to talk about this with yall but never had an excuse to open my mouth#so im soooo happy u sent this ask lil nonnie but at the same time i apologize for rambling ur ear off LOL 😖❤️🩹#this man makes me feel such insane things#analyzing his character feels like a nosedive down a rabbit hole#my shoes is sticking out the top like the cavediver memes lol#anyways i could talk about this for DAYS but i will spare yall the agony of listening to me 💀#also the day twitter burns to the ground will be a good one imo#i deadass thought after elon took it over that ppl said they were gonna leave??#so why are they still there causing needless beef & drama 💀#i only really only use youtube and tumblr in terms of social media so 🤷🏻♀️#im kinda under a rock to some stuff i guess but#more peace to me lol#nonnie i hope u know this ask actually made me gear up tho like i was rubbing my hands to answer this one#but idk lemme know yalls opinions on this#again i know interpretations on his chara can vary bc hes so fricking complex#but do yall think he WANTS to be her brother? hates it? both?#i think he’d be 100% fine with it if it didnt score him all those dirty incredulous looks from onlookers (and mc) :]#what do u mean i cant be in love with my meimei?? Fine. then she’s not my meimei (continues to treat her exactly like his meimei)#(minus the acknowledgment)#Aight ima shut up
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"I think this is the most inhuman; and human, that I've ever felt.." MUCH CAN HAPPEN IN A YEAR. IN FIVE YEARS. A DECADE. imagine how much can happen in a century. just ONE (1). How will you grow? what phases do you find? even in 5 years, you will find patterns.
#jrwi fanart#jrwi show#jrwi suckening#jrwi suckening spoilers#jrwi the suckening#arthur bennett#HEY SO THE REALLY FUNNY THING THAT THE CHARACTER DID THAT SEEMED RLY SILLY N GOOFY IN THE MOMENT?#LIKE THE WHIPLASH BETWEEN SERIOUS N SILLY ALMOST PISSED YOU OFF? WHAT IF I FOUND A WAY TO MAKE YOU SAD ABOUT IT#this was meant to be a scribble that would be a bigger part of a bigger page.might leave it on that page.#but still. bc o that i nearly posted it onto my wacky side blog.BUT NAYY I SPENT TOO MUCH TIME N ENERGY N YOU GOTTA SEE IT#ARTHUR BENNETT DRIVES ME CRAZY. I FEEL LIKE ITS ODD FOR HIM TO BE SO TECHNOLOGICALLY OUT OF TOUCH#WHERE HAS HE BEEN. HAS HE BEEN IN WAR? IS THAT WHERE MAGNUS CAME FROM? WHERE WAS HE WHEN HE WAS WITH EDWARDS CREW?#ARTHURRR I HAVE QUESTIONS ARTTHUUURR!! HEY CAN I ALSO ASK; WHAT THE FUCK HAVE YOU BECOME#DO YOU THINK HE HAD ANY IDEA HE WOULD VEER CLOSER AND CLOSER TO THE MONSTER HE DESPISES. ALL BC HE DESERVES IT. OR WATEVER#HE FASCINATES ME SO MUCH. TO LOOK AT THE STONE COLD STOIC FOOL FROM THE START OF THE SHOW#AND TO FIND OUT THAT HE USED TO BE A BAD BOY.. A DELINQUENT... A LIL PRANKSTER.... MY GODDD THATS ADORABLE#I WOULD LOVE TO KNOW MORE.... BUT I DOUBT THE LAST EPISODE IS GONNA ANSWER THOSE QUESTIONS..i love arthur bennett so much....#AS FOR THE ART!! i mostly used the fire alpaca watercolor brush. tbh im not a brush guy. anti aliased default pen tends to be my main game#but LATELY IM SQQQUIRMIN OUT OF AN ARTBLOCK so expirimenting like this is helping#DONT LOOK TOO HARD AT IT!! im still proud tho. colors are fun :3 im also very proud of the backgrounds#I LOVE THE CARTOON THING where the background looks all fancy n painted but the characters are solid colors#what else can i ramble abt. OH YEAH. i looked up the bikes to make sure they were time accurate tehehehe. 1913 to 2012.#almost a century apart!! isnt that neat? ALSO FUUUCK CAN I JUST MAKE A QUICK CONFESSION. DOWN HERE IN MY TAGS.#only the strongest can read my tags anwyay. SO I REALIZED WHY I LOVE ARTHUR SO MUCH. TIME IS A FLAT CIRCLE#while arthur is a Stoic and Cool vampire w a knack for being playful/silly; who alsos been alive fora century thus witnessing HORRORs#THERE HAPPENS TO BE A ROBOT FROM A BAND W A TITANIUM ALLOY SPINAL COLLUMN#WHOS A Stoic and Cool ROBOT w a knack for being playful/silly; who alsos been alive fora century thus witnessing HORRORS#the fuckkkiiinnngggnn The Spine from steam powered giraffe. WHATEVER. i cant escape from my heart. i guess.#i think The Spine and Arthur could be friends. Arthur saw the band perform back when they were the Steam Man Band#EDIT: WOOPS I DIDNT REALIZE THIS WOULD END UP IN THE SPG TAG. HI GUYS DIDNT KNOW U WERE STILL ALIVE SORREE 4 THE CROSS CONTAMINATION
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the you reflected on my canvas
#satsuhart#temehika#octo2#do you think temenos drew the travelers during their journey... drawing seems to be a purely practical skill for him but#maybe ochette prompts him to draw for fun more after ch3 crackridge banter...#i imagine hikari is the best model for temenos bc he's the only one who has the discipline to sit still for hours#(castti is a bit too much of a busybody to sit still and osvald can probably only do so with a book)#i think hikari is a bit embarrassed to be used as an art model for temenos but it's probably something he's used to...#can't imagine ku has cameras yet. lol#and besides hikari is picturesque as hell look at the hair tousling his hair and clothes in his sprite animation#dancing with a fan and playing a flute in other official illusts.. my god watch him go#temenos tries to capture all these sides of hikari and before he knows it he's overflowing with all these sketches of him#temenos probably says something casually self deprecating like how they couldn't possibly compare to the royal portraits hikari has had don#but hikari smiles and says he likes temenos' more. prob says something like ''so this is how i look in your eyes?''#without realizing how telling the answer to that question would be
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I found another one!!
Look at him 😭😭💕💕

Singlehandedly made me change my boyfie!seung lockscreen to this
He was made for this life
#i only had the boyfie lockscreen because people kept making weird comments about my lockscreen when i used very obvious idol pics#like pics from photoshoots#so i took a ss from a live that kind looked like it was just a picture of a regular person and the comments stopped bc ppl thought#he was my bf or something bc how blurry and normal it looked#i’ll still probably swipe over to that one when in public though lol#feelbokkie answers#bokkie's seungmo tax
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i think part of my problem is i lived with my best friend for two years of my life and have been searching for the same feeling of joy & acceptance & support ever since
#like I’ve sat down and had a think about it and the times I’ve felt the least lonely in the last 5+ years are when my roommates were close#friends I could pray with/laugh with/cry with/unmask with#something something you can’t keep trying to go back somewhere that doesn’t exist anymore you need to go forward#but the only way I can see myself thriving is if I can live with people/someone who feel(s) like home#and I know that can come with time and you meet new people and make new friends and settle down somewhere and slowly build yourself a life#but how do you do that without dying along the way#and I’m here in this new state and I’m trying to be content but there’s the very real possibility everything is going to change *again*#later this year and I just. I’m done I want it all to be over I want to get to find someone and commit my life to them and get to know we’r#we’re gonna figure it out together#and bitterness is so tempting right now bc unless God heals & transforms & really really surprises me#(all of which He CAN do but I just have never thought that was His desire for me); unless that happens I will probably be alone for the#rest of my life#and I can write essays on the importance of platonic friendships and how good and beautiful it is to value them but that grows weaker and#weaker the older you get the more all your friends seek marriage and find their other halves and you’re still. just. There#it’s nearly midnight and I should write a poem instead of processing in the tags of a post but really I may just go to bed#I’m so glad I have a phone call and prayer group to look forward to tomorrow#and the Bible study tonight was good <3 some things were hard about it but my soul was comforted#and I may have even more questions but at the very least right now I know God is Love#and that is the bottom line of any answer that I seek#….which I guess maybe loops back to the processing too. I know He is love I know He’s supposed to be sufficient#so what do you do when that doesn’t FEEL like enough#God I believe help my unbelief. please#elle rambles#[y]#/p
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Right and his work menaces (Brent and Karen).
I don't remember last I mentioned it but apart from crude nicknames to people (except Chris), he also just puts them in his phone really weird (except Chris, who is literally in his phone as Chris). And I bring this up because in Right's phone, Karen is saved as "Lawful Obligation".
#my characters#oops i fell in love#can you guys tell im stressed and hyperfixating on my own fucked up ocs cause i am#also brents nickname at work and in rights phone is fuckwad#and hes like yeah if im called anything else at this point by right its weird and uncomfortable#and when it is finally approached as if paul is only in rights phone as shitty-ex (answer) now that hes an excoworker#what was he in rights phone BEFORE the transfer#and right is like annoying dickwad ... karen is like oh i see thats why you call him a dick still#thats like a nickname from his phone name#and brent has to ask why fuckwad and dickwad and right looks at him and takes a deep breathe before saying#because i like the word wad and it is very comforting bc like a wad of paper ? you can throw it away#and so if i realize i gotta get rid of attachment i wad it up#also dont tell paul that dickwad was a form of attachment or he will never shut the fuck up about it#karen and brent both swear to never mention it to paul#paul is honestly such a weird anomaly in the plot bc he doesnt directly work at the same police station#but he is CONSTANTLY a topic of gossip or annoyance or updates#hes literally karens best friend! aside from chris he was one of the few right worked with who HAD touch privileges before right banned it#hes also just genuinely well liked but no one can actually tell him or he will become insufferable#which is a crime that rick is guilty of once when he meets paul and karen introduces him#and rick is just OH i know that name! youre her best friend#and she looks so betrayed and paul looks so delighted and stunned and radiant over this fact#and rick makes up for it before the night is over which is why karen forgives him - he made paul back in his place#anyway yeah right has lots of fears and hes my bundle of anxiety and i love him and his atrocious nicknames#i think i would die if i gave someone a rude nickname even affectionately irl#also also final note on this ig#since right is a detective and not always at the station its worth pointing out brent and karen just work taking calls and#doing misc other work at their desks which are nearby so they 100% bond and its wonderful#ok i lied final note on them is#for a very long time karen has to check with right to make sure she isnt annoying brent because he doesnt emote well#and shes scared she wont know if shes annoying him please help youre like the only one who reads his moods accurately
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Not "Robin Jason was just an angry, violent, aggressive brat", not "Robin Jason was a perfect, innocent, complete sunshine child" but a secret third thing (Robin Jason was a child who'd suffered abuse and trauma his whole life and never got the proper tools to heal from it; he was happy and silly, and he got angry and could be difficult)
#my dc posting#dc#jason todd#jaybin#robin jason todd#no he wasnt a devil child and no he wasnt a perfect sunshine angel#im much more receptive to the latter bc at least its not demonizing a traumatized child#or victim blaming someone for getting murdered#but it still feels like a big disservice to who he is#and not to be projecting/relating to jason on main but-#my life hasn't been half as bad as his but when any complexity to jaybin is denied bc he Wasn't Bad Like That it feels. bad#my trauma&mental health issues did (and do) make me difficult. when i was 13 i was angry and had a hair-trigger temper#interpreted everything in bad faith etc etc. i was difficult and a lot of work and i was suffering and deserved love and help#(which i've thankfully gotten. love my mom for always being there for me even when i WAS a nightmare)#anyway. i dont like a jaybin who was nothing but angst and rage and behavioral issues. hate it in-fact#i also dont like a jaybin w no issues n no trauma n no poor coping mechanisms and troubles#you gotta get a healthy mix. its the only way forward#once again... the answer to everything is ''people are complex and you gotta think abt things more than surface-level''
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Your greatest hits tag is so chaotic lol
god tell me about it. fun mix of half decent posts and the worst shit you've seen in your life, and a concerning amount of 'posting this for twenty people to see and enjoy' that got entirely out of hand
#namely all the twitter screenshots lmao#and the fucking pottermore quiz????#i was so mad when dnp did it bc although i frankly don't gaf anymore the results of the pottermore house quiz greatly depend#on which set of questions you get#bc there's a lot of them but they only give each person a certain amount#which doesn't usually matter except for the slythering percentage#because for some of the questions the slytherin answer is very normal whereas for others its basically like do you want to murder people?#and that's just bad quiz design when applied to people in real life and not within the hp universe lmao#anyway so i posted that for all the phannies who rushed to also take the quiz bc i was like guys you need the full thing#i wish these were the problems i had still. better times frankly#anyway if you ignore all the gifsets that Barely qualify for the tag#i think there's like. five posts in there that i would deem actually worthy#though i guess some of them are just cringe now and were fine when they were posted lmao#my fav is the misha collins bisexual ask by the way that one's still funny#answered
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Im still so mad about the fact that baldurs gate 3 is over 100gb. Like it's just wasting space on my PS5 rn there is NO NEED for the graphics to be that bloated
#crow rambles#when i finally beat it i am 100% uninstalling that shit#'oh but crow the amount of choices in the game-' there are plenty of other expansive rpgs with choices that dont take up half my storage#bg3 critical#<- i guess#honestly im kinda surprised how neutral i am on that game#like. ik the pc is supposed to be a blank slate to allow oc creation but tav has got NOTHING going on for them#'oh just play durge its closer to a true bg3 experience' i should NOT have to pick a spcific background to get the whole#rp experience. insane.#and ik youre like crow you like veilguard. but like at least veilguard acknoledges the background you choose???#like. not once did a companion ask me my opinion on a random thing? halsin asked if my tav had any fears#and i was like 'oh finally!!! i can flesh out this character -' only to be met with two options. one of which was just not answering the#question. and like yeah theres so many quest choices and they did that well i just. hm.#idk. dont hate bg3 but i am surprisingly neutral on it. especially considering how much i like expansive rpgs???#i think i just dont like larian rpgs all that much bc i have had divinity 1+2 for actual years#and still havent managed to get through either of them once#another thing with bg3 is i feel like i missed so much companion content bc i didnt being astarion with me#and. i should not feel like that!!!! idk. anyways im just in a slight hater mood#bg3 is paced weird and it annoys me so bad.
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