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someone just told me that i missed the chance to say "he's boned" bro fml i need to get my funny up
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scene is from ch. 24 of the fanfic "sans tumbles through the multiverse headfirst" on ao3 by @papiliovolens, go check it out yall, its great :3
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⥠ď¸ęąá´á´á´á´ĘĘ: You go through a whirlwind of emotions when drunk.
⥠ď¸á´Ąá´Ęɴɪɴɢęą: drunk!reader, Reader annoying Sirius
⥠ď¸ęąĘÉŞá´: James Potter x drunk!Reader
You were slumped between James and Sirius, giggling uncontrollably, your legs swinging off the armrest of the couch as you hiccuped. The room was warm, and everything felt so funny. Especially Sirius's hair.
"You know what, Pads?" you slurred, poking Sirius in the cheek. "You look like a... a giant poodle. But a mean one. Like, the poodles at the dog shows that bite people."
Sirius's jaw dropped. âA poodle? Youâno, absolutely not. I amâwhat did you say I was, James?â
James was trying not to laugh. "Uh, majestic, I think."
"Majestic!" Sirius pointed at you dramatically, like that would prove his point.
You snorted so hard you almost fell off the couch, but James caught you, his arm wrapping around your waist and steadying you. "Sure, sure, 'Padfoot the Majestic Poodle.'"
"It's mostly because of your hairâ" you giggled, reaching out to pat the top of his head, missing entirely and booping his nose instead. "It's so fluffy, like a big, angry puppy!"
Sirius frowned, swatting your hand away dramatically. "I am not a dog, and my hair is majestic, thank you very much."
"Fluffy," you repeated, poking him in the cheek now. "Sirius, fluffy like a⌠like a poodle!"
James tried to hold back a laugh as Sirius looked properly offended, folding his arms with a huff. "Are you serious?"
You snorted at his pun. "No, youâre Sirius!"
Remus groaned from beside Peter. "Oh no. Not this again."
Peter shook his head, barely holding back his own giggles. "Here we goâŚ"
âAre you lot serious right now?â Sirius grumbled, crossing his arms. âA poodle. Really.â
âSirius is serious,â you added, and then cracked up at your own joke. âSirius is Siriusâwait, Remus, did you hear that? Itâs his name.â
Remus rolled his eyes, but there was a smile tugging at his lips. âYeah, we got it.â
âBut Iâm not a poodle,â Sirius muttered, still offended, while you continued to giggle.
James still eyed the bottle of firewhiskey in your hand like he wanted to take it away. Not that you noticed. Nope. You were too busy trying to poke Sirius in the cheek.
âYouâve gotâgot something there,â you slurred, leaning in far too close to Siriusâs face.
âWhat? Where?â Sirius asked, looking genuinely concerned as he wiped at his cheek. âDid I get dirt on me?â
âYeah, itâs called your face,â you giggled, falling back onto James and laughing like it was the funniest thing youâd ever said.
Sirius gasped dramatically, hand over his heart. âHow dare you! James, do you hear this? Your girlfriend is cruel.â
You waved him off, turning your attention back to James, who was trying not to smile. âHeâs just mad âcause heâs not as pretty as you,â you said, squinting up at James like you were stating the most obvious fact in the world. You reached out and patted his face, a little too hard. âSo. Pretty.â
James chuckled, grabbing your hand before you could slap him again. âAlright, love, I think youâve had enough for one night.â
âNoooooo,â you whined, stretching out the word. âMâfine, Jamie. Look! I can sit up perfectly straight.â You immediately leaned to the side, almost toppling over onto Peter, who yelped and quickly scooted out of the way.
âMaybe⌠maybe a little too much,â Remus said from beside Peter, watching with raised eyebrows.
âRemus!â you called, throwing your arms out toward him. âYouâre so boring, you know that?â
âHey, I like boring,â Peter mumbled from his chair, crossing his arms.
âYeah, Wormtail likes boring!â you repeated, pointing to Peter like he was your greatest proof.
You sat up suddenly, looking around the room, eyes wide and dramatic. âWait. Wait. You guys canât ever leave me, okay? Promise.â
The Marauders exchanged confused looks. âUhâokay?â Peter said hesitantly.
âIâm seriousânot like Sirius seriousâ" you hiccuped, "But you guys canât leave. We have to stay friends forever or IâllâIâll hex all of you!â You threw your hands up, trying to look menacing, but it came off more like a flailing octopus.
James quickly wrapped his arms around you as you dramatically collapsed into his chest. âLove, weâre not going anywhere.â
âSpeak for yourself,â Sirius muttered, though he was still looking somewhat offended by your earlier insult. âI donât think I can handle another âyour face is the problemâ comment.â
But you werenât having it. You pointed a shaky finger at them, wobbling slightly. âYou better not, Sirius Black! Or Iâllââ You narrowed your eyes dramatically, trying to look intimidating. âIâll hex you into next week! I know spells, you know!â
James bit his lip, trying not to laugh as Sirius raised an eyebrow. âOh yeah? What spells?â
âSpells!â you repeated, waving your hands in the air as if that was a valid explanation. âDangerous ones!â
Peter snorted. âIâm terrified.â
Sirius held up his hands in surrender. âAlright, alright! Merlin, youâre scary when youâre drunk.â
âGood,â you said, immediately softening. âBecause I love you guys, even though Sirius is a poodle, and Remus wonât laugh at my jokes, and Peterâwell, Pete, youâre just so cute, arenât you?â
âThanks,â Peter mumbled.
Tears welled up in your eyes, and you reached out, pulling all of them into a big, awkward group hug. âI just love you guys, okay? Donât leave me⌠ever.â
James chuckled, his hand warm on your back. "Alright, let's get you to bed, yeah?"
âI donât wanna go to bed,â you pouted, leaning into James like a rag doll. âI wanna stay here and annoy Sirius more.â
âIâm not listening to this nonsense,â Sirius huffed, throwing his hands up.
âOh, but Siriusâdonât you wanna cuddle like a big, fluffy dog?â you teased, blinking innocently.
He narrowed his eyes. âYouâre going to regret this in the morning.â
James stood up, pulling you gently with him. âCâmon, love, youâre barely standing.â
âWait, no, no, noâyou're all amazing, even you, Remus, boring and all.â You paused, eyes widening as if you had just realized something horrible. âWaitâdonât ever leave me, guys.â
Your lower lip started to wobble.
âDonât leave me! You canât! What if you just disappeared? Poof! Gone! And Iâm all alone. Iâll die. Iâll actually die.â
James squeezed your hand, leaning down to whisper in your ear. âI think youâre driving everyone mad, love.â
You looked up at him, beaming. âBut not you, right, Jamie?â you gushed, running your fingers through his messy hair, making it even worse. âYouâre perfect, James Potter. Like⌠a Quidditch god! And your glasses are so⌠shiny.â
Sirius fake gagged. âUgh, Iâm gonna be sick.â
âShush, poodle!â you shot back at him, your words blending together into a cute mess of slurs. âYouâre just jealous âcause James is my shiny glasses boy.â
Remus rolled his eyes, but there was a fond smile tugging at his lips. Peter was full-on laughing now, while James was just gazing at you, completely smitten.
You huffed but allowed him to help you stand. âYouâre the best, James,â you said, leaning heavily on him as he started to guide you toward the stairs.
âYouâre pretty great yourself,â James chuckled, tightening his grip on your waist so you wouldnât stumble.
Just before you reached the dormitory, you stopped, looking up at him with bleary eyes. âNo, really, Jamie. Youâre the best. Donât ever change.â
James grinned down at you, his heart melting a little. âI wonât, love. Now letâs get you to bed before you start threatening to hex me too.â
You smiled sleepily, letting your head rest on his shoulder. âIâd never hex you. Youâre too pretty.â
And with that, you were out, leaving James with a fond smile and the rest of the Marauders shaking their heads behind him.
Downstairs, Sirius was still sulking. âA poodle⌠unbelievable.â
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Kinktober Day 17
Prompt: Threesome/Moresome Pairing: OT8 SKZ x fem!reader WC: 4.4k Summary: Maybe after this the term âcomebackâ takes on a new meaning.
This is a work of fiction, it does not represent any Stray Kids member. On top of this it is an 18+ work. For my comfort and boundaries please if you are under age do not interact with this.
I feel the need especially with ârougherâ prompts like this to put the disclaimer - fanfic should NOT ever be used as a guide to relationships or sex. ESPECIALLY SEX. Again, itâs fiction. Stuff gets glossed over for the sake of a good story. Please PLEASE please again, not fact, not a guide, just a fantasy.
Additional TW/CW below the cut.
TW/CW: Gangbang, lots of cum, light bondage, reader goes nonverbal, all consenting, traffic light system and boundaries discussed, anal, piv, oral (male receiving), titfucking, multiple partners, dirty talk, multiple pet names, cumming prematurely(?), some aftercare/during care.Â
âEight pairs of hands. Eight types of touch to match their eight personalities. Sudden squeezes, languid strokes, hesitant brushes, deep pushes, light tugs, gentle pats, intermittent shy caresses, persistent strong grasps. It was Chanâs idea that youâd heartily agreed to. ââThe boys have been seeming sort of down lately,â youâd mentioned over the thundering rush of dishwater. âShould I make a cake or something?â âNose pressed to the side of your head Chan inhales deeply, squeezing the fronts your thighs. The scent of your scalp and the squish of your quads soothing his anxious mind. âWeâve been working hard. I think itâll turn out well.â ââSoâŚcake? Can you all eat it? I could make a carrot cake or modify-â âChan grabs a handful of ass, not one to miss the opportunity for a bad pun. âWouldnât mind sharing some of this cake. Iâm sure we could all enjoy it.â ââYou think?â ââBaby, the reason the boys are always excited to see youâŚâ ââItâs not the novelty of Betty Crocker Funfetti?â Chan giggles, grabbing a handful of bum as he grinds against you, an obvious lump forming in his sweatpants. âWe could make you into Funfetti.â ââHow do the boys feel about pie,â you ask coyly, pushing your hips back to greet him.
âThat was how this whole idea started. And now you were tied to a bench, trussed up like a pretty present, holes exposed and ready. Blindfolded.
âItâs easy to sink into the sensation of each of their hands, unique in their own right. You can only really for sure name Chanâs, calloused and firm. ââ...and we can do anything?â Jeonginâs voice twangs, tense at the thought. âShe really will let us do anything?â âYouâre only half listening, indulging in the peace of mind numbing stimulation. Moaning and nodding as your chin wrests on the bench youâre strapped over. ââShe knows how to say no. Color system, if sheâs unable to speak, two pinches is slow, three is stop everything.â âA chorus of tenor and baritone voices murmur in agreement. Your stomach tingles, chills passing the inches of exposed skin. Youâre so ready. Youâre beyond ready.
âThereâs almost a ghost of a touch, floating down your side as the room shifts. ââWeâre going to pass you around like the cheap whore you were born to be.â A deep bassy voice purrs in your ear, Felix. Your back arches exposing more of your holes like a cat in heat. âYou like that? You like the sound of my voice, pretty? Does that turn you on? Weâre all watching you.â ââMhm,â you bite your lips and you wiggle against your confinements. ââWant me to tell you everything weâre gonna do to you? Dirty slut. First weâre all gonna give this cute little cunt a try,â you feel him slide his fingers along your slit, staying shallow enough to tease your entrance before catching the rim of your jeweled plug weighing heavily in your hole. âChris did say we can use you however we want.â Felix muses as he pushes the end closer to your rim, jostling it just enough to earn a whine. ââHurry the fuck up,â another voice chimes in, two fingers roughly ramming into your wet hole. Seungmin. Impatiently pressing his tip against the cleft of your ass as he fingers you open. âSheâs ready, Iâm ready. Keep doing your perv asmr thing but Iâm fucking her.â
âWith that Seungmin pushes into you, sighing with relief. Your spine curls as much as you can, spread over the bench as you are, fingers scrambling in the air. ââOh fuck!â Seungmins hands wander over the small of your back, pushing weight down on you as his hips rock back and forth. âYou have to try this pussy, god damn. Now i see why the old man is so fucking whipped.â He groans again as he pulls all the way out until only the very tip of his shaft is still sheathed. Glistening with your arousal he uses his thumbs to spread your slit wide, watching your walls stretch to accommodate him. ââMinnieâs right, youâre taking him so well. In fact, youâre going to take all eight of us arenât you?â Felix purrs. âNow, be a doll and open your mouth for me.â âYou drop your jaw, tongue lolling out, blindly accepting whatever Felix was going to give you. âBefore Seungmin can build any speed and before Felix has his way with your mouth you hear a commotion at your rear. Then Seunmgin being pulled from you, leaving you jaw agape and whining from the loss of fullness.
ââAsshole, before you fuck her up we all gotta try.â Sharp words with crisp plosives cut through the confusion. Suddenly a thicker intrusion bullies its way between your walls. âTremendous ass princess,â a hearty smack of a rough hand comes down on your ass cheek. Youâre barely breathing with the thick length shoved snugly inside of you, the force of the spank has every muscle flexing to hold you together. âYou moan. âTwo hands grab each lobe, molding them like putty in his strong grip. Changbin. âCanât wait to run you through.â âYouâd always wondered about the rapper, most closely your type following your own boyfriend. How did his dual persona fit into his bedroom manner, how alike would he be to Chan, was it true what they said about rappers and their tongues? As suddenly as heâd entered you feel the protested drag of your walls, eager to keep him as he exits. âA thinly voiced dragged out ânoâ escapes your lips. ââBok-ah, you want next?â Changbin offers, patting your ass. âYouâd almost forgot Felix was there. ââIâm okay with just these pretty lips up here,â he says as he thumbs over your lower lip. Dropping your jaw again you remember heâd wanted this to begin with, before the other boys had started tag teaming your cunt. ââIâm okay too,â IN chimes in, âI can wait my turn.â He lowers his voice almost imperceptibly, just enough to sound like a cool mature guy. You could just imagine him standing a bit farther back, eyes transfixed on your glistening lips as they stretched for each of his members. ââYeah youâre the only impatient one, meathead.â Minho. Of course Minho. His hips roll easily against you, just a taste of whatâs to come. His hand runs over your ass, over the other entrance. âGot any toys for her?â He addresses the room, talking as though you couldnât reply.
âFelix, you assume, finally taps the tip of his length against your tongue. Much to your delight heâs slightly sweeter than youâd assume as you lick against him. Chanâs reply to Minho is inaudible as Felix purrs. âYou like that? Been drinking nothing but pineapple juice for you. Chris told me youâd like that.â
âTaking him fully in your mouth you bob enthusiastically focusing fully on him as two more strange new cocks slide into you all too briefly before Seungmin settles back over you, fucking you with a steady and uncomplicated rhythm. Felix is veiny, fun to explore as you run the length of him. He easily guides you the full way down, your nose pressing into his pubic bone as spit runs down your face. âHey Chris, can we take off the blindfold?â ââSure man, whatever you want.â âThe blindfold flips up to your forehead. Luckily the lights are low enough so your eyes donât have to adjust much. âFocus on my face sweetheart. Just want to see your pretty teary fucked out face while we ruin you.â Felix smiles as he feeds you his cock all the way to the base once more, watching you splutter and fight back your gag reflex. The tight ring of your throat squeezing him as he grinds into the wet warmth. You battle valiantly to keep your eyes looking up at him as they threaten to flutter shut, tears streaking your cheeks. âNot a second too soon he eases up, beaming down at you, thumbs wiping at your stained face. âSuch a good girl for us. Chris is gonna be so proud of you.â âYou smile for a second, spit burbling from your lips, before you feel Seungmins hands at your mid back, pushing you into a deeper arch. From one strong stroke you can tell heâs found it, face opening into a groan. âDo that shit again âLix. I wanna see her struggle.â ââYou heard the man, you ready?â He watches as you gulp and take a deep breath which is almost immediately punched out of you by Seungmin slamming his hips against you. Your fingers grip the legs of the bench as you are pressed between their bodies as deep as they can go on either end. Groaning around Felix and clasping down on Seungmin the noise in your brain crescendos and violently mutes into a peaceful fuzzy static. âSeungmin laughs as you twitch and spasm. ââHoly fuck, I canât-â Felix struggles to keep his hips steady, eyes rolling back in ecstasy. ââIâm gonna too-â You can hear the gritting of Seungmins teeth as he speaks. ââBe good and take it all okay, take all Iâve got-â Felix mutters, spilling down the back of your throat. You gag, tears and spit and snot running everywhere as he pulls back from you, still weakly spurting on his thighs. âBarely able to breathe as Seungmin chases his high you mumble his nickname over and over. âMinnie, oh-fucking- ah-â Felixâs hand keeps your head from scraping against the bench as you become boneless, eyelids fluttering shut. Seungmin pulls from you just as you reach your high, whining and writhing in the agony of denial. Hot cum splashes across your ass slowly dripping down your thighs.
ââHowâs our girl doing,â a soft melodic voice asks. âWhat your color darling?â ââGreen,â you pant, vision still swimming. âGreen green green green.â âHe laughs. Hyunjinâs giggle. Good. âSlim and strong, there is always something languid about his movements. His finger tip traces your spine gently. âA beautiful sculpture should be appreciated,â he says slowly. It sends shivers running after his hands. Descending to the curve of your ass he spreads you wider, licking into your puffy oversensitive parts. Tongue lapping at you as you squeal the wet lewd sounds fill the air. ââFuck, Hyunnie!â You practically rock the bench as you writhe. His tongue ventures to your other hole, teasing the tight bundle until you cry out. All of your fingers and toes curl and twitch as your walls clench around nothing. âFuck me please,â you beg, voice wrecked with sobs. Youâre surprised at your quick rebound but the promise of the lithe dancer is almost too much to bear. âHyunjinâs lips graze your shoulder blade as he bottoms out in you with a shudder of effort, nearly knocking the bench forward in his attempt to get as much of himself inside of you as possible. Churning in your stomach you feel full again, fuller even. You nearly cum again, world whiting out in front of your eyes. ââThatâs right pretty, all for you.â You wish you could see, could watch the man fuck into you more than anything in the world. He feels larger than youâd have ever expected from his slight frame. âDraped over you, the squelching of your two sweaty bodies pervades your mind as he humps quickly and shallowly. Chasing his high more than anything, each thrust punches you in the gut. The sounds that come from your mouth are unladylike wheezes that catch in your throat and turn into grunts. Two long fingers fill your mouth, sticky and salty from the mix of bodily fluids. Hyunjin cums mercifully quickly, spilling inside of you. ââI wanna see the other guys fuck it deeper,â he whispers, sweat dripping from his nose to your cheek. The thought gives you goosebumps. âStrong arms wrap around your back, caging over you as he undoes your buckled down arms to lift you from your post. Your toes barely sweep the floor before he has you on the nearby mattress. Changbin, stronger than your Channie, surprises you with his gentleness. For all the hurrying and jeering heâd done to the other guys, heâs suddenly soft with you. ââHey,â he smiles all too familiarly, in a way that makes your gut stir. âTired yet, princess? Told ya weâd run you through.â âYou make grabby hands up at him, whining as you try to pull him closer. ââShe usually non-verbal?â Changbin actually sounds a little concerned as he turns his head to ask your boyfriend. âOr should we- are you still good? Still green princess?â âYou nod. ââIf she says go, go.â âChangbin doesnât waste another second, pushing into you aided by Hyunjinâs cum. The stretch despite the other members best efforts still forces a guttural groan from your lungs. Heâs not as long as the others but the change of angle and thickness makes up for it in the best way. You can feel him bullying the plug on the other side of your walls in a way no one else has managed to do. He nuzzles into your neck as he starts fucking into you, only grunts coming from his normally busy mouth. Zoned into the singular thought of filling you. âWith your hands finally free youâre able to explore his back as you scramble to hold yourself together. Your fingernails leave little crescents in the otherwise steel frame. Sturdy and unshakable as you tremor below him. ââBin- Iâm- ah-â you start to warn him of your swiftly approaching climax but heâs two steps ahead as your cunt clenches down. Arms wrapping beneath your thighs he pushes your hips just a little bit higher up. You see stars. Itâs like heâs fully in your guts as he maintains his pace, fucking right into that spongy spot of yours. Mouth agape you can feel yourself wanting to make noise but your head is so full you canât tell if its actually happening or not. All of your muscles contract at once as you climax. ââHoly shit did she-â the next thing you hear is a murmur from Jeongin. Release drips down Changbinâs pelvis as you both pant. ââOh yeah, thatâs our princess,â Changbin smiles like a champion as he slides from you, spent. Both of you are soaked in your cum, his cum, and Hyunjins cum. Grabbing the box of baby wipes he starts to clean himself off before he sees Chan start to clean your thighs. You barely notice heâs waddled off and back until you are being propped up between his thighs, a straw passing between your lips. âDrink for a good job.â
âThe click of a cap is like fingers snapping, awakening you from your fucked foggy state. You look up and back to see Minhoâs upsidedown bemused smirk as he watches the meatheads treat you like the sentient communal fuck doll that needs a tune up. Slowly he strokes himself, appraising you.
ââJiji, care to join? I think this one has room for two.â ââHuh? Y-yeah,â you hear the taut voice of Han on the opposite side of the room. ââHey, big boy, move.â Minho is less gentle with him, sliding behind you to take his place behind you, holding you between his thighs as Changbin had. His hands spread you wide open to the room, fingers grazing over the plug still nestled between your cheeks. The nearly icy drip of lube tickles your other hole, sliding around the stem of the plug. A deep breath in helps relax and allow the applier to slowly fuck the metal in and out.. âMinho chuckles and smacks your thigh, your hole clenching down suddenly. âAre you tired? Huh? Too many cocks? Be thankful thereâs only eight of us.â Thumb positioned on the end of the jeweled plug he slowly teases, swirling in languid circles as you writhe. Each nudge has your stomach tensing, desire growing within you. âHan Jisung is standing in front of you as you look dazed up at him. Blood rushes to his cock so fast he swears he might pass out from the loss to his brain. He watches as Minho finally fully tugs the plug from your fluttering hole and lifts you, slowly spearing you on his cock. Your chest heaves as you slide, mouth open and panting. Minhoâs fingers fill your cunt, the sloppy sound of several fluids mixing reverberates in his skull. ââYou going to stand there or fuck her?â Minho casually nods down to his fingers. âThereâs room. Right, doll?â âYou nod mutely, wriggling your ass on him. âHan dives head first into your cunt, eagerly pushing his tongue deep inside of you, lapping at Minhoâs soaked fingers. Your legs threaten to snap shut on his head as your oversensitive pussy sends waves of bliss through your body. Minho keeps you locked open as he rocks himself slowly against your ass just barely moving his cock inside of you. It isnât like he has to do much with Hanâs tongue flicking so desperately at your slit. âGroaning, youâre unsure of whose name to call out. Minho or Han? ââGoing to cum again? Thought you might be too worn out.â ââH-ha,â you half laugh and moan. You want to boast and brag but the hubris is fucked far from you. Back arching, your hole clenches down on him. Youâre so very very close. His hands migrate to your tits, grabbing them, letting the space between his fingers lightly pinch your soft skin. Theyâd been so neglected and needy that the sudden attention pushes you over the edge, cumming hard on Hanâs tongue. He continues to lap at you through it, not stopping until Minho tugs at his hair. ââJiji, where do you wanna cum, Iâm close.â Minho grunts. Sweat travels down his brow. âHan makes a quick appraisal of you, âwannafuckhertits.â âYouâre tossed like a ragdoll to the mattress again, Minho easily positioning you on your back with your legs slung around his hips. Han straddles your chest, thighs are warm on your ribcage. His cock is practically drooling precum as he slides it between your mounds, quickly slicking up with your sweat. Squishing the sides together his eyes lock where the head of his cock pops out and disappears. Your tits are so hot around him as his precum slicks the valley between. ââOpen,â he commands breathily, waiting for your lips to part. The second they do he drags the pad of his thumb over the wet inner side, pulling them open more. Your tongue naturally hangs out loosely, eyes glazed over. Youâve long given up any pretense of modesty. Of pretending this wasnât exactly what youâd hoped for. His hand goes to the back of your skull to support your head as you crane forward to attempt to kiss his member. Grunting and straining youâre both working so hard for it as Minho pounds away and jostles you just enough to increase the difficulty. âYou feel Minho climax, warmth spreading inside of you. He barely misses a beat as his leg clenches, sinking deeply into you, holding your legs aloft. Your eyelids flutter and toes curl. It feels good to be this full. Feels good to be this filthy. You stretch your tongue just the bit longer and feel contact, hot and salty. Ropes of hot cum jet across your chest and chin and lips as Hanâs breath hitches. He freezes and gasps, staring as his cock continues to dribble onto your clavicle. ââShit I-â ââSsfine -sâgood.â âHe stares at his handy work. ââClean it.â Minho says from behind his back. âClean your mess.â âHan moves quickly without questioning him, licking across all the streams that heâd shot only looking up, ostensibly to Chan to check if he could clean your lips. The only one to dare to do so, tentatively licking your bottom lip before fully taking it between his lips. Not fully locking into a kiss, not quite. âYour stomach churns as you return to emptiness, only your boyfriend and the youngest left. The others preoccupying themselves with clean up and their own after care. ââHow do you want âer?â Chan lifts your torso up off the bed and into his arms again, plying you with water. A quick kiss to the cheek asuages any fear that he wasnât also enjoying himself. âCâmon maknae. Top? Side? Back? Sheâs got just enough left in her. Donât you, my sweet thing?â âYou nod, âhow do you want me?â âItâs only a moment of consideration longer as his eyes linger on your pussy, red and raw. Jeonginâs sweet smile looks all the more sinful as he nears. He slides you into his arms with a surprising ease. A look of shock flashes across your face as he lifts you on to his cock, still standing. Chan had fucked you standing occasionally, but you hadnât expected this of Innie. Your sweet Innie. Squealing as you let gravity bounce you off his hips, driving him deeper and deeper, clit aching as the blunt pressure hits each time. Youâre practically grappled to him, arms locked over his shoulders and ankles crossed behind his back. âCurses spill from your mouth like a prayer. Everything burns bright as you hurtle towards your climax. The thrumbing of your pulse rings in your head and your breath catches. But Jeongin falters slightly, his own breath catching suddenly as well, fingers digging into the meat of your ass. His cock slips between your bodies as he fumbles a few thrusts. A sudden spurt of warmth hits your thigh and stomach. Jeongin is swearing. ââYou didnât- Iâm sorry I-â âYou blink at him bemused. âHe sighs into your shoulder, âI came already.â ââOh? Oh donât worry about it I-â ââI wanted to make you cum.â
âThe puff of air from your short giggle tickles his throat. Your lips are warm where they kiss his cheek. âYouâre so cute.â âAs your arms start to burn youâre ripped from Jeonginâs arms and tossed unceremoniously to the bed again. A strong grip wraps around your ankle and tugs your ass to the edge of the mattress. This was how youâd assumed Changbin would be. Instead you see Chanâs wide grin looking over you. ââYou look so fucking hot babe.â He praises you as he pushes his cock into your ass, watching your eyes roll back into your skull. âLove it when youâre fucked out like this. When all you can do is take cock.â âYou shudder. Tired and overwhelmed and needy under him. Sticky. He feelsâŚgood. Its the only word your tired mind can center on. You feel good. ââInnie- you wanna make her cum right?â Chan asks over his shoulder. âGrab that erâŚbig white thing with the blue buttons and câmere.â Momentarily he leans forward to kiss you, letting his hips gently rock into you. You whimper. He nuzzles you. âDoing alright, sweet thing?â âYou nod into his shoulder. âTired.â ââDonât worry, princess, Iâll do everything,â Chan pushes the sticky strands of hair back from your face and turns to his group mate. Jeongin barely weighs the bed down as he crawls to your side. âSheâll cum quick so make sure that fucker is set low okay? Sheâs had a long night already.â Jeongin nods. The toy whirrs to life and he starts to lower it. âCheck it on yourself first, bro.â Chan knocks the toy back. âInside of your wrist.â âYou hear a few clicks. Chan locks eyes with you, he looks like a god between your legs. He carefully stretches one to kiss your calf. His cock stirs your insides, thick bastard. You moan and close your eyes. You trust him. âJeongin carefully places the toy over your mound, your back arching away from the bed. Chan instructed him well. ââTalk her through it.â ââHuh?â ââShe likes it when you talk to her, she wonât talk back but sheâll sound really pretty.â âYou gasp and whine. Heâs right. âJeonginâs voice is smooth above the buzz of the toy, talking just under his breath enough for only the three of you to hear. âOur prettiest girl did so well for us. Making all your boyfriendâs friends cum. You really are made for taking cock, no wonder Channie hyung keeps you all locked up. Just imagine the trouble weâd get in if he let you into the practice room.â âAnother gasp. You can see it, youâre there with him and with Chan at the same time. ââCouch broken. Mirror streaked with sweat and cum. Weâd ruin it. But youâd like that. Show everyone whoâs girl you are. Right? Youâre our princess.â âYour legs are shaking as you nod. Chest tightening again your gut coils in anticipation. ââCan our princess cum again? Please?â âYour legs tremble in answer, hand reaching out to wrap around Jeonginâs bicep. He can see the tension in your neck as your muscles clench all the way to the top of your skull. Youâre so so so painfully nearly there. ââTight lilâ hole âs likea vice-â Chan manages to slur. âAh, fuck, baby-â his voice crackles as he sucks in air through his clenched teeth,â-cum with me darling. Be a good girl.â âEverything happens in a flash, your breath hitching, head thrown back. A magnificent groan spills from your gaping mouth, almost loud enough to rattle the vibrator back. Chan slows as your hips stutter and kick, his warmth spreading inside you as your walls milk him. Jeongin stares wide eyed, vibrator dropping off to your side, as he watches you flood his friendâs pelvis and thighs. His own stomach caves as weak spurts of ejaculate dribble down to the bed. âChan pulls from you and bundles you into a little ball on your side. Kissing your arms and legs as he instructs the rest of the boys in their clean up duties. Youâd done enough, you didnât need to worry about this, you never needed to worry about this part of the night. Chan made sure of that. Your tired limbs are lifted to a warm tub, eyes too weary to open. Many trusted hands hold you as they carefully wash the filth from you. Their touches are less distinct now as you lean into them. All warm, all sure, all caring. One or many, you couldnât tell. Your boys, all of them.
ngl i blacked out and wrote this. i have not re-read. iâm sorry if its not coherent.
#skz smut#stray kids smut#stray kids kinktober#skz kinktober#skz ot8 x reader#stray kids ot8 x reader#kpop smut#kpop kinktober#kinktober 2023#kinktober 2024#kinktober#bang chan smut#lee know smut#changbin smut#hyunjin smut#han smut#felix smut#seungmin smut#jeongin smut
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I love how the Titan isnât a God; heâs a father who has used his power to try and communicate with the girl who has shown nothing but love and compassion towards his son. She wears the Bad girl coven shirt. Thereâs a Hooty piece where heâs missing an eye. Her last words to her son are âI loaf youâ because she knows he likes bread puns. The Titan has more in common with witches and humans than he does with the immortalized version Belos created.
I love how Belos intentionally turned the Titan into this Godlike figure because heâs a colonizer. White colonizers thrusted their religious beliefs onto the people they deemed lesser. They actively took over entire continents and actively stole from and killed people because of their perceived superiority. Belos thinks heâs better than the witches, and so he stole the magic from the Titan, appointed himself its ruler, and attempted genocide against the witches of the Boiling Isles.
And I love how Luz saves the day, not because she was a chosen one with some innate power, but because sheâd proven to the Titan that she deserved power.
âAlmost as if the world wanted to hide them from me.â
âAlmost like the Titan himself didnât want me to have that knowledge.â
Because he didnât. Because the Titan knew Belos didnât have good intentions. But she showed the glyphs to Luz. He chose to show his power to her because he knew she would use it for good, and she did. Unlike Belos, Luz appreciated the culture of the Demon Realm and she learned to love the people of the Boiling Isles, including King, in a matter of months. Belos was there for centuries and yet he never bothered to treat the Boiling Isles with any respect. Why should he earn the Titanâs power when he canât even respect her or any of the beings she shelters?
Iâve seen a few people (mainly on Twitter), reducing all of this to a âdeus ex machinaâ or, âanother cult metaphorâ, but itâs so much more than that. Itâs about respect. Respect of land and the people who occupy it. Itâs about respecting people enough to understand them and their culture without forcing your own beliefs onto them. More than simply being an obvious criticism of the witch trials and the Catholics responsible for them, itâs also a criticism of people who use religion as an excuse to hurt people. Belos used the Titan as a substitute for his own God and then weaponized her against her own people, while Luz treated her offspring with nothing but love and respect.
Luz won because she loved and looked after the Titanâs son and thus, loved her. Belos lost because he didnât even bother to learn anything about King, his Dad, or the people he protected.
Edit: A really nice commenter reminded me it was the Puritains and not the Catholics who were responsible for the witch trials. Thank you for that. Message still stands but just keep that in mind.
#itâs perfect#the owl house#owl house#toh#belos#the titan#luz noceda#watching and dreaming#iâm gonna miss this show
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The Tarot symbolism is cool, but it was this post that made me realize that Beelzebub told Gabriel to open his fly and expose himself in front of everyone, and he did.
One sun pun : Gabriel's tomatoes
Hello there tomato-wonderer @scottishmushroom. I saw your post about tomatoes and I come bearing fruit answers! I was also wondering about the tomatoes, and it led me down a spiralling path of tarot cards and visual puns. I'm pretty sure Gabriel's entire entrance scene in season 2 is based on tarot card 19: The Sun. Allow me to explain...
Here is the Sun tarot card in the Rider-Waite deck, which was used as visual inspiration both season's 1 & 2 of GO. Notice anything familiar?
All of the elements of The Sun card are hidden in these opening shots quite cleverly. I am suggesting here that the red banner (that the sun carries on the card) is represented by the spill of red tomatoes because: it's a sun pun! You see tomato in English & French from the Spanish word "Tomate" that took over in the 1850s, but there's also an older expression for tomatoes that was used since it's import to Europe, that is still the origin of the word in Italian : Pomodoro.
In French we used to call it pomme d'or: just like in Italian today, the French (and the normans who were the reigning class in England) would have called it a Golden or Sun Apple, due to it's need for extreme sunshine to grow.
Which is a great callback to Gabriel's character in season one because of this iconic line:
But that's not all: Tomato was also called "Pomme D'amour" or love apple, due to how it looked like a human heart. So Gabriel walking into Soho triggering a spill of bright red sun-apples also has a double meaning as he steps on one : crushing a heart. Still not enough sun for you? Well, there's more! While Gabriel is marching into Soho we get a musical number called "Into Soho" on the Prime video series soundtrack. However, once Gabriel gets to the door and knocks, it quickly switches to a preview of a theme we won't hear until episode 6, when Gabriel opens the fly and remembers : it's a track on disc 2 called "Gabriel Revealed".
Yes, haha they made a secret "Gabriel is naked" joke in the soundtrack when he is revealed. The bonkers part comes when your realize what number the track is in the list....
#good omens#tarot#things of symbolic importance#that pun was so obvious and rude it HAD to be on purpose right?#oh dear#how did I miss that before?#I am slow on the uptake
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STRESS
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>After long missions Ben is obviously stressed. What else can you do if not help him?
warnings/notes: smut, minors dni! oral (m receiving), female reader but there aren't many real descriptions other than calling reader a "heroine", no usage of y/n, no proofread I'm gonna die, ben is being canonically really rough, but there's just a bit of his softer side i wish was there in canon so maybe ooc, supe!reader, reader is a second captain of payback (like starlight in the third season but no parallels between starlight & homelander and reader & soldier boy)
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It hadn't been a hard day, not even a hard week, it had been going on for a hell of a long time. Everyone was on edge, even Tessa and Tommy were exhausted, and if all those missions, he filming of that stupid movie Legend had insisted on, could exhaust the twins, whose energy had always burned like dynamite, pun intended, then obviously no one had any energy at all.
People deal with stress in different ways. Some people try to abstract themselves from society - that's what Mindstorm did, and something in you told him that if he missed one more training session, then as soon as his coat even looms in Soldier Boy's peripheral vision, Dan would be dead.
Some were trying to forget themselves in training, and some were trying to beat the crap out of them in training. And you, as co-captain of this incorrigible team, as a supe who still had some humanity left in her, it was unbearably painful to watch Ben take it out on the others. But not at you, of course. Of course not at you, you were fucking special.
For instance, you were special when you sat between his legs in the meeting room.
No, don't think anything terrible, Ben wasn't the kind of man who would force a woman to do something like that, after all, he may have been a bastard, a misogynist and...a lot of other bad things, but he was a real man of his time - or at least he thought he was. In his opinion, it was much more manly to get a woman to fall at his feet - in this case, literally.
No, it's just that after he almost smashed Black Noir's head on the table during today's meeting, you had no doubt that he could use some stress relief.
And who, if not the second captain of the Payback, America's No. 1 heroine, on a par with the Statue of Liberty, could help him, America's greatest hero, become even a little more forgiving? The answer was obvious: no one. Did you do it out of fear, Stockholm syndrome, or because the only humanity left in you somehow cherished the bastard? It wasn't that important. Not now, anyway.
Not when his big hand was clutching your hair, painfully pulling back and literally slamming your head into his lap again and again. His cock slammed into your throat with a sharp and tremendous pressure, and somewhere through the veil of your own pleasure in the process you could hear his absolutely animalistic growl. Well, knowing that you could bring him to such a primitive state fueled so much pride in your chest that you obviously grew bolder.
You could grip his shaft lightly with your teeth, which made your hair pull back especially hard, forcing you to let go of his length from your mouth. You only laughed, and Ben only feigned annoyance.
And just a few moments after that, he's back to exhaling your name gutturally, stretching the "r" sound especially hard when he says you're his "good girl". And soon enough, Ben's grip on your curls tightens, and he's moving your head at an unsteady pace in pursuit of his pleasure alone. You suppress your gag reflexes, because to your great surprise, not only he likes it, but you as well. You were definitely a masochist.
His growls, guttural moans, and sloppy grunts mingled with your whimpers and the wet slapping of your face against his heated skin. How strange was it that you were ready to cum now without even touching your needy slit with your fingertips, just from the feel of his huge length in your mouth? It was probably very strange, but you didn't have that thought in your head, or any other, God, Ben had literally fucked the shit out of your brain, because all your sick mind was thinking about was his voice, his face, his hands, just fucking him. Thrust, thrust, another thrust--
He stops abruptly, apparently not wanting to end it like this. Soldier Boy lets go of your hair, pats your head approvingly (a rare sign of tenderness on his part!) and then takes up the locks again to lift your face off his still-hard cock, glistening in a mixture of pre-ejaculate and your saliva. He grins smugly, taking your chin with his finger. Judging by the fact that he's even allowed himself that smirk, some of his stress is already gone. But this is not enough.
"Get up, love. And sit on the table," he growls, lifting you off your lap as you almost hit your head on the edge of the table, and Ben lowers himself to you, pressing his lips dangerously close to yours in a scalding kiss. His lips taste gross, a mixture of expensive whiskey, weed, and smoke, but you grasp the taste with your whole life line. But before you can even open your mouth to his tongue, Ben soon pulls away, biting your bottom lip.
"I'm not going to end this with you so easily."
a/n: of course know this man is huge asshole and i hate him with all of my heart but your honor he's played by jensen ackles so he can be pardoned. idk what was the last time i written smut tbh
#the boys#the boys x reader#the boys x you#soldier boy#soldier boy x reader#soldier boy x you#soldier boy x female reader#writers on tumblr#soldier boy smut#smutty smut smut#your honor im just a girl
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list of things ive observed after watching tfone 2.5 times (the 0.5 was because i was speeding through looking for image proofs etc)
starting with something funny: B's cogless form has an energon compartment.
assuming that this is standard for all cogless models, it makes it especially hilarious to think that OP during the intro chase sequence either didn't think of storing his energon, or that he's just hungy enough and he's snacking as he runs
2. cameo guesswork (excluding jazz, since he was the only one that got formally mentioned and any screentime outside of main cast). has varying confidence/accuracy levels. here we go.
moonracer, prowl, perceptor (or sideswipe), ironhide, wheeljack, hound (if it is hound, at a later scene a mech of a similar frametype had a line in a fem-sounding voice), sunstreaker, arcee, red alert, and chromia (caught only because the announcer said so lmao. im more used to her darker blue paintjob like in idw and cyberverse). i think i also saw a helm that looked like drift (not deadlock, drift) but i can't really confirm.
3. bots that appeared on the iacon 5000 leaderboards but to my knowledge no screentime otherwise (can also be seen as a list of bots that are cogged and will later join the autobots, assuming the timeline will follow traditional bot/con division):
silverbolt, deadend, slingshot, cliffjumper, motormouth; powerglide, jetstorm, blurr (of course. this is his natural habitat after all); swindle and tailgate.
admittedly i found the inclusion of swindle so so funny because like?? dude i thought you'd be running the betting rings rn lol.
4. sentinel's characterization (outside of g1, i watched reruns as a kid but i don't remember them anymore) has always been either someone grossly incompetent or a menacing/suppressive force on cybertron. i thought it was interesting that they made him devious and actually kind of cunning this time around.
anyway. i also thought his paintjob was based off of tfa, but no his g1 counterpart laid the groundwork there.
they did away with the cheeto orange (goodbye cheeto orange) but the gold is striking. really gives him that image of glamor and opulence.
telesync kinda fucked up the colors but: elita's optics have a greenish hue to them, more aquamarine/cyan than the regular autobot blues that B and OP have. D's is, of course, yellow.
verging into speculation territory, i wonder if there's a reason why they gave D distinctly hexagonal optics? the yellow is pretty obvious, its easier to transition from yellow to red than blue to red. but the hexagons are very eye catching (pun intended), given how they spin around. it's not exactly something people would miss. tune in later for my Outlier/Point-One Percenter D theory
6. sentinel's guards (excluding airachnid) are kinda weird.
theyre very homogenous in shape, no individual characteristics, not even a little kibble to separate them from one another. and when they speak its very stiff, almost droning. its most certainly not an animating/funding/studio issue, given that almost all other cybertronians (even in the background) have been personalized one way or another.
so: possibly cold-constructed mechs, mass produced and onlined for the singular task of serving sentinel. think of the eradicons/vehicons from tfp, the shapes are certainly similar enough.
7. in the cave scene after the sentinel/quintesson reveal, D stomps on something, breaking it.
that's his worker's tag. all the miners have them. pictured: D's, OP's, and jazz's. elita and B all have their own tags too.
what i found most interesting though, that directly after the sentinel surface encounter, D crushes his (as said before), B and elita remove theirs (it left a faint indent on B, which begs the question how old he actually is and how long has he been working, exactly?), but OP keeps his tag on.
(continuing in a rb, ive hit image limit lmao)
#transformers#transformers one#tf1#tf one#transformers one spoilers#tf one spoilers#optimus prime#orion pax#megatron#d 16#elita one#elita 1#bumblebee#b 127#sorry ultrakillers im back on my tf bullshit again...#anyway why does tfone have so many variant tags?? how are we tagging this???#makes me long for the days of tag maccaddams and boom we're done#im so normal. everyone trust me.
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Alastor x a reader who is obsessed with his voice perhaps? Like they could just listen to him all day. Also misconduct is SO GOOD I am actually rabid
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Alastor was a sharp man; he had to be given the type of hobbies he partook in during his time alive and dead. So when you- a recent addition to the Hazbin Hotel- began stiffening up every time he entered the room, he obviously noticed.
Did you think he wouldn't catch on to the shivers that touched your skin as he told his jokes? That he didn't observe the tensing muscles of your thighs as he laughed? That he missed the way you flustered as he threatened and killed oncoming dangers towards the hotel?
He knew, from the first incident, that it wasnât fear that caused you to tremble. No, no. It was something else entirely.Â
So as to why your body seemed to seize up around him was what he had decided to decipher. What he wanted to decipher. Alastor would rather end his existence before becoming the type of man to ignore mysteries and secrets.
And a secret you had.
Regardless of his inclination to uncover your strange tendencies around him, he wouldnât deny that he did in fact enjoy your company. He found your reciprocation of poorly punned jokes quite tasteful, even if they were as bad as his. He enjoyed how, despite your flustered form, you engaged in thoughtful conversations with him. However, he would deny how he was rather fond of your physical reactions toward him.
Although sharp, Alastor had always been an oblivious man to the desires of love; the wants, kinks and fetishes that surrounded the subject. So it started to become slightly agitating when he began finding it increasingly difficult to uncover why in the seven rings of hell you were having those reactions. What emotions were causing it? What thoughts swirled your mind as you shook?
But lady luck finally graced him, and he found out your little secret.
He didn't intend to find out your little obsession so abruptly; he offered you to sit beside him to listen live whilst he broadcasted his next show. You had asked him multiple times before if you could hear him broadcasting in his studio, and despite his usual preference of enacting his shows in solidarity, he began to fantasise about you; slotting yourself next to him as you trembled.
So when you sat next to him, quivering only when he spoke, it became abundantly obvious that it was his voice that sent tremors down the supple flesh that covered your bones within you. It was a sense of obsession over his voice that caused lustful trembling, he concluded.
And oh did that do something to him; something he wasnât expecting. An emotion that he hadnât had experience in prior to this moment. It had him conflicted. It was a very entertaining feeling, one sickeningly similar to how he felt during his first kill when he was alive.
From then on, Alastor made it a point to jump out of the shadows when you were alone, only to end up whispering in your ears as he held one of your shoulders; feeling every flustered quiver. He knew you didnât catch on to the fact that he knew about your little obsession despite his hints. And it was becoming rather hard, resisting how youâd react once you realised.Â
So he took it upon himself to straight up ask you.
âDo you like my voice, dear?â
Alastor wasnât expecting you to almost choke on your own spit as the words left his mouth, but it amused him all the same; laughing almost hysterically as you began to become more flustered than he had ever witnessed.Â
A sight to behold.
But before you could pull away from him and put a distance between the two of you, he gripped your shoulder; pushing you into his side before he rested his head against the side of your own.
âDonât worry my dear, you can listen to my voice until the end of time.â
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#hazbin alastor#hazbin hotel#alastor x reader#alastor x you#alastor#reader insert#hazbin hotel x reader
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Random's Lore Drops - Canon Fall but in past tense Sans
Y'know, It'd be funny if I made a post about an Undertale AU character that I originally believed in the fanon version (mainly just the being edgy version). So, uh...
(Art by THE Underfella themselves)
This is the Canon Underfell design, by Fella.
(Before we get started, here's canonfell brother relationship so i can cut away some of the lore that's already explained right here.)
I'll be going from the oldest post I can find from Fella, to the newest lore post I can find. Numero uno consists of...
Canon Fell Sans' sneakers. More specifically, why the hell does he wear them instead of slippers? Just design choice? Or maybe it's because he's not allowed to? Nah. According to Fella themselves, "he likes the squeaky sound it makes because everyone hates it". So basically, he likes to squeak the shoes on the floor like he's on a basketball court.
Second post, why the hell does mf sweat so damn much? Well, first reason, he starts to sweat when he's angry. Second reason, because of the Sick Ass Jacketâ˘ď¸ that he got from making Grillby laugh. I mean, have you seen how thick it is? I'd be sweating too.
Random post I had to find, how did Sans get his jacket? Well, it's obvious of course, I said it before. He made Grillby laugh (unintentionally), and when you make Grillby laugh in Underfell, he gives you a smaller version of his coat. Now Sans is kitted with Sick Ass Jacketâ˘ď¸ and was forced to dress better, wearing said Sick Ass Jacketâ˘ď¸, a turtleneck, a gold chain (that's usually under said turtleneck), basketball shorts, and squeaky squeaky.
Third (lore relevant) post, the brothers dynamic. They DON'T hate eachother. On the fucking contrary. They both care for eachother, and don't really express it all too well. Brother relationship post HERE.
Fourth post, he's got 5 rings. 5 sick ass (not trademarked) rings, and the reason he can wear them is because he uses his magic so they don't fall off. From Fella themselves, the reason he has them on is because "the guy wants to flex so hard heâs constantly using his powers to keep them there. He doesnât even think about it, he has so much power to spare he might as well âliveâ a little." So yeah, he uses his magic to keep wearing his rings cause he can.
Fifth post? Sans canonically CAN ball (so can Frisk, but Frisk is scarier)
Sixth, he's capable of opening his mouth. But it's usually when he's in battle, otherwise it won't ever open, because he's never under enough stress to have enough power for such.
Seventh, mf's eye is always glowing, no matter what. Mainly because he's had so much stress and emotional trauma, his magic is piled up, so his magic sorta does some wacky shit, like make his coat look cool.
Eighth, an almighty lore post by Fella, explaining how Sans awoke his powers and also how Papyrus got scar. Long story short, Gaster went missing, Sans was to take the blame, his punishment was Asgore crushing his skull, Paps retaliated, got hired and had his skull scratched through for a scar, and Sans got pissed off and woke his magic.
Ninth (nineth? idfk) semi-unrelated one is that Sans is the ONLY character not directly affiliated with Asgore who wears red and gold.
The rest I find from a canonfell wiki. Such as, he likes mustard and relish more than ketchup, and prefers knock-knock jokes to puns. Supposedly one of his more favorite drinks is a green martini, either appletini or honey dew martini, with larger quantities being a margarita
oh shit there's an official ask about sans hates women underfell (or technically a nod to it), which then displays that "i sans underfell love woimen", by the very words of sans underfell himself. REAL!
Oh yeah, he canonically sells chimichangas instead of hotdogs. His provider is not the store, but instead Papyrus. And according to this wiki, he gave Papyrus a hang-in-there cat poster as a joke, and Papyrus hung it up on the wall.
anyways thats all the lore i will feed you and that the wiki has fed me. goodbye.
#random's lore drops#this was made as a draft on may 8th 1:30 AM. i'm sleep deprived lmao#send help. send sleeping drugs. and send something else idk.#sans#utdr#underfell#undertale au#undertale#edit before i send this out at 12 AM#but like. the queue was supposed to send this WAY before#but tumblr was fuckin shitty and never sent it BOTH times i scheduled it#and so i have to send it now
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Skeleton has S/O that brother doesn't know about and brother is confused when he comes home with cartoonish lipstick marks on his face. I love your writing so much <3
Undertale Sans - Oh it's a big brother time. Sans is so going to tease Papyrus to death, one pun after the other, as Papyrus is desperate to hide how red his face is. Sans is not letting that one go. He waited his whole life for this to happen and loved seeing Papyrus lose all his confidence, trying to justify himself very badly.
Undertale Papyrus - He never thought he would see the day. Sans has always been very discrete about his relationships and he's good at not answering Papyrus' questions or distracting him until he thinks Papyrus forgot. But Papyrus was not fooled and KNEW there was something weird with his brother. And now that there are evidences Sans can't hide anymore, Papyrus is going to harass him with questions. He's curious now. What do they look like?
Underswap Sans - His soul misses a beat. The hell? Blue stares at his brother with wide shocked eyes. He never expected his brother was see someone? Honey is usually pretty obvious when he's in love, and Blue is shocked he saw nothing. Huh. Anyway. It's time to investigate. He wants to know what's going on!
Underswap Papyrus - He rolls his eyes. That's definitely not the first time it happens. Blue does this effect on people sometimes. He doesn't assume it's a romantic interest, as he's pretty sure some grandma he helped cross the road did the same thing once. He's curious though.
Underfell Sans - He stares at Edge in shock, then smirks loudly. Edge cracks his neck towards him and asks if he has something to say. No, no. He doesn't have anything to say. But he's definitely taking a picture as soon as he looks away to send Undyne. Edge is not happy about this.
Underfell Papyrus - Urgh. Red is parading around the house, clearly proud of himself. It makes him want to puke. He's not jealous or anything (yes, yes he is a lot). Red knows exactly what he's doing. Is he trying to assert dominance? Because Edge can assert dominance too.
Horrortale Sans - He stares. Longly. Mainly because his brain is trying to process what monster or human could be as tall as his brother to kiss him on the top of his skull. That's very suspicious. Actually, he only knows one monster tall enough to do that and that's Toriel. Now, he's not judging but he didn't think Toriel could like his brother like that. That's when Toriel points out that his brother looks really smug. Uh. He forgot she was right next to him. So that's not Toriel? But who then? He needs to know. He notes the incident in his notebook. He knows Willow won't talk but he has other ways.
Horrortale Papyrus - He struggles not to laugh as his brother looks at him in complete confusion. Oak clearly forgot he has lipstick marks all over his face and he is completely oblivious to why his brother, and later Toriel, are laughing at him. He even gets defensive when Willow finally has enough pity to clean him. You don't give him a bath! He will bite you!
Swapfell Sans - Rus is looking at him with a smug face, clearly proud of him. "hey bro you know what i did tod..." "I DON'T WANT TO KNOW. HOW MANY TIMES WILL I HAVE TO TELL YOU THAT YOU DO WHAT YOU WANT WITH YOUR ROMANTIC LIFE. I AM NOT YOUR MOTHER I DON'T WANT YOU TO REPORT TO ME EVERY TIME YOU HAVE A WOOHOO SESSION WITH YOUR HUMAN THANK TORIEL. WHY THE HELL ARE YOU ALWAYS TELLING ME THESE THINGS?!" Rus just smirks. Then as he leaves, he randomly says "actually there were two humans". Nox just screams as Rus chuckles at his reaction.
Swapfell Papyrus - Rus' eyes light up as Nox passes next to him, the face entirely purple. Nox tries to speed to escape him, but Rus puts his legs in the way, making him gasp in offense. "so how was your... what you said again? ah, yes, woohoo session?" "SHUT UP. JUST SHUT UP I HATE YOU SO MUCH WHY ARE YOU EVEN LIKE THIS?" "the guy who was supposed to educate me joined the royal guard at 12 and let me get horny all alone for the first time" "RUS YOU'RE THIRTY YEARS OLD." "stop changing the subject. was it that human that came yesterday? are they hot?" Nox leaves, face entirely purple. He doesn't want to talk about this!
Fellswap Gold Sans - What. What? What! Hell no! Who the hell is trying to steal his brother? Wait, when did his brother find someone? Why did his brother not tell him? Is the human threatening him if he tells him? Wine is upset, he needs to investigate. He's worried.
Fellswap Gold Papyrus - Coffee is a bit shocked. That was clearly not planned because Wine would have never showed up like that otherwise. That's the first time Coffee actually sees him blush. That's also probably because Coffee wasn't supposed to be home. Now, Coffee knows better than to tease him because he knows his brother is a grumpy old man. But he's happy for him.
#undertale#underswap#underfell#horrortale#swapfell#fellswap gold#sans#papyrus#undertale ask blog#undertale asks#undertale imagines#undertale headcanons
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Surf & Turf Wars (x reader)
(A/N: In this story 'the end' didn't happen, hence tord being here. also this is just a silly story i wrote based on one of the eddisodes as you can see!! since i can't find a lot of eddsworld + reader </3. might make a pt2)
(f/d): favorite drink
It was the middle of summer, and the house felt like it was on fire.
You were sitting (slouching) on the right side of the sofa, with Tord and the rest sitting at your left as they, absentmindedly, watched television.
 It really didnât help that the couch wasnât that big. It made everyone even more sweaty as you all were hunched together. You grimaced at this, starting to wave more the hand fan you had, to try and give yourself some air.
The five of you were sweating a lot. Sighing, your gaze averted to the right, eyes landing on the grey cat who occupied all the fan to herself. Purring as she rolled on her belly.
ââGood for you, girl⌠Good for you.ââ,  you mumble with a frown, your wrist feeling numb from all the fanning.
ââUgh, itâs so hot.ââ Tom complains, wiping some sweat out of his face.
Tord groans, nodding slightly. For once, he seemed to agree with Tom on that one.
ââYouâre so hot.ââ Edd spats out, his eyes then opening wide, realizing what heâs said. ââOh. Wait, no. You⌠suck?.ââ He mumbles, more sweat coming out of his forehead from how hot the house and everything was. ââWait, what did ya say?ââ He eyes Tom, as he quirks a brow.
ââI donât remember! It's too hot.ââ He says again, melting more on the sofa.
ââYouâre too hotââ. Edd smiles proudly at the ânew comebackâ he made, looking back at the TV.
The interaction made you smile. Amused, you glance at Tord, whispering.
ââDoes that count as flirting?ââ You chuckle, finding the situation funny.
ââMmh? What'd you say?ââ Tord blinks, getting out of his daze as he registers your words. ââDoes what count as flirting?ââ. You shake your head, muttering a never mind as you look at the Cola commercial that was presented, becoming quickly distracted to even notice Tord stealing your hand fan, a tiny smile of mischief on his face as he starts fanning himself. Relaxing more onto the furniture.
You then hear the window opening, and lean forward to see Matt sighing pleased, ââAh, much better!ââ He says as a breeze passes past him, his hair catching on fire. You shrug as he seems to not notice, your attention going back to the commercial
ââAre you so hot youâre melting into your sofa? Then you need the ice-cold drink in your mouth! Survive the heat with Cola. Cool Cola.ââ Edd perks up, lifting himself up from the sofa and smiling.
ââAre you guys thinking what Iâm thinking?ââ He asks all of you, excitement obvious on his tone. You hum, thinking of drinking a nice, iced beverage.
The guys, however, seemed to think all of different stuff.
ââI hope so.ââ Tom then says, smiling.
ââLetâs go to the beach!ââ ââCoconut bra!ââ
ââIced (f/d)!ââ
You snort, a bit confused as how Matt seemed to get his hands on a coconut bra, while Tord stared at it.
ââFinally! That five-hour drive was worth it.ââ You say, stretching yourself as you all get out of the car. ââDefinitely.ââ Tom mumbles, looking at you up and down, mesmerized by the outfit you chose to wear to the beach. When you look up at him, his eyes widen and he quickly looks away, coughing and putting a fist near his face to hide his blush.
ââSun on a beach!ââ Edd throws out a pun, his mouth agape. ââItâs⌠beautifulââ He takes his sunglasses off to look around the beach, a cute smile tugging at his lips, his eyes closing as he feels the cool air on his face.
ââHow are you holding up, Matt?ââ Tord turns around to search for the mentioned. Now that you were all sitting on the inflatable sofa with your towels placed, only he was missing.
ââOh, donât mind me! Just taking precautions.ââ He says, as he grabs a huge, family-sized bottle of sunscreen, bathing himself on it. The guys stare in disgust at how all the sun screen covers him, meanwhile you stare in disbelief as he wastes all the sunscreen you bought for everyone on himself. The sunscreen quickly vanishes, his skin absorbing it.
ââMatt, dear. That- was supposed to last for all year.ââ You say, body trembling slightly. But the ginger doesnât seem to hear you, as he puts an umbrella hat on, walking as he knocks people over with the hat. ââAll that sunscreen, my money, gone just like that huh.ââ You sit back on the inflatable couch, looking down with wide eyes as you stare at your sandals.
Tord pats your hair, shrugging. ââMeh, itâs not like the rest of us need or even use the sunscreen.ââ
You roll your eyes at this. That was exactly the problem. The last time you all went to the beach, Edd and Tom kept whining to you like little kids all next week âcuz of their burning skin. Tord tried to play it cool, but it was so obvious he was suffering too, you remember how his skin was peeling off the days after. Yikes. The only one who was fine was Matt, as he always uses sunscreen.
ââSuuure.ââ You say sarcastically, but finally deciding to let them be as you put your sunglasses on and get into a comfortable position. Â ââJust donât come whining to me when Iâm right.ââ Tord holds back a smile, waving you off.
ââAh, donât you just love the beach?ââ Matt says now sitting with the rest of you, a controller in his hands as he plays a video game base on the beach. (Ironic) He then blends a banana, throwing the peel away. Edd, who was beside him scoffs.
ââHey, donât litter!ââ He reproaches Matt, his head turning back as he hears a man slipping on the banana skin. ââAhhh yes, not a care in the world.ââ Matt relaxes as he continues playing, his gameplay not lasting long as it suddenly turns off.
You tilt your head. ââWhat happened?ââ You ask, seeing Matt throw the controller to the ground as he pouts. ââIt turned off! How could this happen?!ââ He crosses his arms pouting, making you giggle at his dramatic reaction.
ââThereâs a lot of other things to enjoy!ââ Edd says, suddenly with a can of soda in hand. Tom nods, agreeing. ââFor me, itâs the cool, refreshing sea breezeââ He says as he moves his right hand in a breeze motion. You turn your head as you hear footsteps approaching, it was a worker with a refreshing beverage. ââSir, your sea breezeââ. He says, giving the drink to Tom.
Tom then starts drinking the sea breeze, and you canât help but stare at it, crearly thirsty. The taller one notices this, and stops drinking to offer it to you, leaning closer. ââHey. Want some?ââ He offers it to you so casually, that you donât notice the faint blush on his cheeks.
You smile a bit flustered, but nod nonetheless as you start drinking from one of the many straws the drink had.
Tord huffs, crossing his arms as he sees you two interact. Suddenly, an idea pops onto his head. Whistling, he looks away and waits for Tom to take a sip of the drink, to then slap his head from behind the couch, making him spill the drink.
ââUgh. Why, youâŚ!ââ  Tom quickly hands you what whatâs left of the drink, to then pull Tord by his red t-shirt. You deadpan, ignoring the two of them fighting and Edd telling them to knock it off. As you take in the âSea breezeâ, you look to your right, noticing someone was missing.
ââHey, where did Matt go?ââ You ask to no one in particular, making the guys pause a second to process what you said. Some seconds in silence passing, to then go back to fighting as if nothing.
'Ah, why do I even bother'. You think, sipping on the iced drink.
ââHey, beach buds!ââ A man with glasses and a clipboard approaches your group, ââSurfing hard or hardly surfing! Am I right or am I right?
This makes the guys halt in their tracks, as they stare at him in silent.
ââ⌠Cool, cool. Are any of you signed for the fun-petition?ââ He asks with an annoying, but cheery tone.  The norwegian quirks a brow ââHuh? Thatâs not a word.ââ
ââWell I never claimed-ââ ââYou suckââ
ââHeâs right, thatâs not a word. You do suck!ââ Edd points out
The guy was about to respond, but was pushed to the ground by a taller dude. ââOut of the way!ââ The blonde dude says, lading on top of the poor guy and then laughing as heâs about to go away. Edd frowns, and approaches the guy.
ââ You canât walk over people like that, man. Not cool.ââ Your friend says, and you decide to ignore the fact that he was standing on top of the clipboard guy, who was still knocked out cold. ââSo what. Whatâcha gonna do about it, huh?ââ He mocks Edd, his two other friends laughing with him.
ââUs against you. The fun-petition.ââ ââThe losers donât get to come back to the beach.ââ Tord says with his arms crossed, pointing at the sign that confirmed it. He was now standing at Eddâs side, Tom doing the same.
ââDeal. And we get your girl.ââ The dude says, making you spill the drink and cough. ââWhat?ââ You stand up, shocked. Edd quickly gets you behind him, staring dead in the eye at the dude. ââNo.ââ The man scoffs, rolling his eyes ââNot her! Her.ââ
ââCoconut bra!ââ Tom exclaims, wearing a coconut bra.
ââOh.ââ ââDeal.ââ
Youâre not sure if be offended or glad at what just happened, ââWhatâŚââ
I still wonder where Matt went to though. Huh.
ââLetâs start the fun-petition, then!ââ
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''Okay! Uhm.'' You look at the clipboard in your hands, unsure on how you ended up being the judge for this competition.
ââSo, the first event is theâŚsand eating contest.ââ You announce, trying to hide your confusion for this weird start. Shouldn't the event be something like who makes the best sandle castle instead?
Your thoughts go away as soon as you hear eating sounds and sand. Quickly looking up from the paper, you find Tom bending over as he grabs fistfuls of sand and stuffs them into his mouth.
You gasp, now even more worried about this. Checking the clipboard again, you realize the paper was stuck together. ââDude, wait! The first event is the watermelon eating contest!ââ Tom spits out sand, looking at you with widened white eyes.
ââThe what?!ââHe says, and you look over to a table, Tom doing the same. There were the watermelons, with Tord on one side as he smiled âinnocentlyâ at Tom. Edd waving at him with an actual genuine smile.
ââSorry Tom, paper was stuck together- letâs start now.ââ you apologize, cheeks red from embarrassment.
#eddsworld#eddsworld x reader#edd#matt#tord#tom#x reader#ew x reader#eddsworld tom#eddsworld tord#eddsworld matt#eddsworld edd
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please. -choi yeonjun x reader
: afab!reader x yeonjun â youâre watching a movie when you notice yeonjun acting a little weird. the morning after is when things really start to unfoldâŚ
: sub!yeonjun, sex w/o condom, slapping yeonjunâs ass a lot lolâŚ, a little bit of oral?yeonjun receiving, totally fucked out and overstimulated yeonjun of courseâi know how i like to write him teehee, kinda soft at the end[no pun intended]
: 2k words â happy very late yeonjun birthday!!
Today was weekly movie night.
A night where all of you guys hung out together and watched a movie of whoeverâs choice it was. Last week was your turn, and this time it was Soobinâs.Â
âSoobin bro, what kind of movie is this?! Whyâre we watching Fifty Shades of Gray as a group you weirdo,â Beomgyu was bickering with Soobin about his movie choice.Â
Soobin only scoffed and crossed his arms, his bunny lips in a pout while he talks, âHey! It was my turn this week, and this is the movie I want to watch so suck it up! Itâs probably not even that bad and you guys are making a big deal out of it!â As they continued bickering, you couldnât help but laugh at how crazy they both are. You turn to Taehyun, whoâs on his phone scrolling, not paying any mind to the argument. Heâs only here to spend quality time with the group anyways. You turn to see that Kai was also watching them bicker with a smile on his face, they were too entertaining.Â
Finally, your eyes were on Yeonjun. You were sitting next to him and he lookedâŚnervous? Heâs never this quiet, like, ever. Worried, you touch his arm, not missing the way he jumped a little while he turns his head to look at you. You wish you could stop the way your heart beats rapidly, almost scared it was going to pound out of your chest. Maybe you liked Yeonjun. Ok, you did like him, but nobody had to know. You donât want to ruin anything, things are already perfect and you don't want anything to change.Â
âY/n..?âÂ
You finally snapped out of your hazy thinking, eyes finally looking at the pretty orange-dyed hair man in front of you. âOh, sorry, I spaced out.â He just smiles at you and nods. âUm, but, are you okay Jjun? You seem kind of..like, nervous or something. Are you hurt? Or do you feel unwell?â Yeonjun just looks at you, finally registering your words and shaking his head quickly, âah no, no, Iâm okay, really.â Staring at him unconvinced, you tell him alright and sit back to your original spot. You see that Soobin was finally putting on the movie, even against Beomgyuâs wishes. You giggle as you hear Taehyun finally make a remark at Soobin for being a pervert, Soobin frowning and pouting, and everyone else laughing. You see that Yeonjun only lets out a dry chuckle, not really laughing. You turn back to finally talk again amongst the group, and he just couldnât help but to look at you from the side of his eyes, thinking about things youâd probably never find out. Â
The movie was alright, it wasnât as crazy as everyone thought itâd be, until it was getting to those kinds of scenes. You could tell the group was feeling awkward, from the way they coughed and were the most silent theyâd ever been since you met them. There was a scene now where she was laid out on his lap, getting hit and slapped on her ass with a peg and his hands, hearing her cry out in pain and pleasure, and you felt a shift on your right side where Yeonjun was sitting. You slowly, trying not to make it too obvious, try to look at him. He had a look you havenât seen on him before, and a couch pillow on his lap. You couldnât tell if he was trying to avoid eye contact with you, suddenly his face seemed way too focused on looking concentrated, staring at the screen. WeirdâŚ.you try to shake off the strange thought that appears in the back of your head as you continue watching the movie.Â
Throughout the movie, you see and feel Yeonjun shift constantly. You really want to ask him whatâs wrong.
The movie was finally over. The guys are chatting now, laughing and making jokes about it now that the awkwardness is over. âI think Soobin should never be able to choose a movie again honestly,â Beomgyu said. With this single comment, bickering erupts in the room again. Also again, you see the way Yeonjun looks uncomfortable. He makes short eye contact with you, before quickly getting up and scurrying to his room without saying a word. The group watched as he left, and once they heard his door shut, they bursted out in obnoxious laughter. You didnât laugh, you wanted to know if the reason theyâre laughing is the actual reason he left. Of course you wanted to go into his room, wanting to talk to him more, stare at him so long that maybe youâll seem like a creep, but you canât help it, heâs too cute. But you know this probably isnât the right time. As you all head to your rooms, you stop at Yeonjunâs door, wanting to knock, but going against it.Â
The rest of the night was normal, you didnât see him again, sadly. As you slowly drift to sleep, you imagine Yeonjun in your head, wanting to know what itâd be like to be with him.Â
You wake up groggily, stretching your arms and feeling the sun hit your face as you yawn. You realize it was quiet, they mustâve left to practice or something, as they usually do. It wasnât strange for your roommates to not be at home, being in a dance group required a lot of practicing, so they were out of the house a lot. You paid it no mind, scrolling on your phone for a few minutes before you slowly get up, feeling tired for no reason.Â
You enter your restroom, wanting to finally get ready for the day. You were finally done brushing your teeth, until you heard a cry come from across the hall, sounding like it was from Yeonjunâs room. You felt your body still as you got goosebumps, running your fingertips against the skin, feeling fear in your stomach. What and who was that? Arenât they all supposed to be at practice today? Are they actually home? No, like you realized as soon as you woke up, it was way too quiet for them to be at home. All these thoughts start running through your head as you tiptoe towards the room, cries and moans getting closer. They sound as if someone was getting fucked. Fear hitting you again, you start thinking, âwhat if some hobos broke in and are having sex on Yeonjunâs bed??â Yeah, thatâs ridiculous, you almost laughed at your own crazy thoughts when you hear anotherâmoan? You slowly pluck up the courage to slowly open the door, and thatâs when you see a sight youâll never forget.Â
Yeonjun was naked, legs spread out on his bed while holding his weeping dick in one hand and another on his neck. He doesnât seem to have heard you from the loud sounds he was making. Your mouth went dry as you just stared at him, unable to process what was happening. You were about to slowly leave, hoping to save both of you from embarrassment and awkwardness, until you heard your name coming from his lips. âY/nâŚ.â You thought he knew you were there in the doorway, just watching him like a weirdo, until you realized his eyes were still locked shut. You could see the way his cheeks were a pretty pink, his mouth opening and closing as he whimpered, âPl-please y/nâŚbeen badâŚâ
Huh?
 He was writhing in the bed, hand still on his neck. You couldnât believe what your ears were hearing. You could see the way his thumbed on his dark pink tip, spreading his precum around his head as he continued to jerk off. You couldnât handle it any longer, he wanted you, and clearly from the current state of your panties, you wanted him back. You quietly get closer as you start to sit next to him on the bed, âJjunie..âÂ
He lets out a small yelp as he quickly opens his eyes, as they immediately land on you. âY/N..?!â You watch as he tries to cover himself up with anything. âI-Iâm so sorryâŚI..I thought theyâd all left!! I really thought you went with them! Iâm so stupid I shouldâve checked your location or somethingâŚIâm really sorry. Please forgive me. I'm so sorry y/n.â You see that he puts his face in his hands. It seemed like he was..crying? You panic as you reach over and remove his hands and grab his face by his chin with one hand. His eyes were red, his cheeks still pink, and his face wet from tears, you guess he was crying from embarrassment. Cute. âOh my poor Yeonjun,â you coo. âWhyâre you crying?â
 He avoids eye contact and hiccups as he responds, âwas thinking of you when doing that, I know youâre disgusted and Iâve ruined everything, Iâm sorry.â Seeing him in this state ignited something in you, maybe it was that one scene of the movie from last night, but the roles here were reversed.Â
âJjunie, youâve been bad havenât you..?â You smirk down at him as he finally holds eye contact. You watch his eyes go wide as he slowly shakes his head yes against your hand, finally processing what was happening. With your other hand bunched into his hair, you pull his head back. âWhat were you imagining Yeonjun?â You see the way he opens and close his mouth, biting his lips in the process. He shakes his head no, he doesnât want you to know his dirty and perverted thoughts. âCâmon, you can tell me, Iâve already seen everything.â He cries out and you see his dick twitch, making you feel a sudden urge to grab it. As bad as you wanted to, you didnât. With your hand still holding the back of his hair, you lean down to kiss him. He immediately kissed you back hungrily, teeth hitting each other and mouths making out messily. You stop kissing him soon after as you tug on the back of his head again. Hearing him hiss at the action, you ask him again, âJjunie, tell me what you were imagining.â Heâs still shaking his head no, not wanting to tell you.
 âFine.â
In a swift movement, you have his body over your thighs now. You can feel his tip rubbing against one of them as you start scraping your nails against his broad back. âTell me Yeonjun.â Even though heâs humiliated from the position, he says no. âDonât want to. Youâre never gunna see me th-the same.â You say nothing as your palm makes contact against his bare ass, hearing a yell come from him. You soothe over the skin, already pink, and you donât miss the way he shakes a little after the hit. You can feel his precum start to drip down your thigh at this point.
âTell me now. Look how I have you already, nothingâs going to change my view on you now, youâre all pathetic and nasty for me.â Hearing nothing from him as he whimpers and slightly cries, you slap his ass again. This time he lets out a strangled moan, and you see the way he bites his lips and the way his eyes roll back. âI already know youâre dirty,â you whisper against his ear as you hit him again, âlook at you, practically cumming just from me hitting your ass, arenât you ashamed?â Yeonjun just puts his hands on his face as he tries to cover up another moan, and you feel him thrust lightly against your thigh like a shy animal.
âIâm going to leave if you donât tell me.â You see his orange hair move as his head shoots up, eyes wide, âY/n, no!! D-donât leave please..âm so closeâŚpleaseâŚâ you stare at him for a while until you respond. âTell. Me. Or I will leave. You want me to stay right Jjunie?â This time he shakes his head quickly in a nod, âI was..was thinking about you having me like this, bent over your lap, and you smacking me the way you are now, just like in that movie. Wanted it so bad. Also want to fuck you, please.â âYou couldâve just told me you know,â you start running your hands over his body, liking seeing him shake. He licks his lips as he looks back at you, âthought you didnât like me like this, I was too scared.âÂ
You smile as you respond, âIâve..liked you for some time now Yeonjun. Always thinking about you.â You didnât realize he could blush any harder. Now heâs thrusting hard against your thigh again, whining and mewling as you see drool leave his mouth a little. You loved it, seeing how pathetic and how badly he wanted to get off. Giving him one last hard slap, you heard his mewl loudly, eyes furrowed, still rutting against your skin, he opens his mouth wide, âY/n! Ffffuuuuckâ heâs still whimpering and shaking as you felt your thigh become warm, his cum dripping down. You grab his shirt he mustâve taken off earlier and clean yourself.
You then tapped him, signaling him to lay down on the bed, and he did so, probably thinking you were about to cuddle him or something. Yeah, right.
You love seeing his fucked out face. Heâs sweaty, his hair is a wet mess, drool still on the side of his mouth, trailing down to his jawline, and heâs breathing heavily. You watch his chest heave up and down quickly, still regaining his composure from his high. You get up, removing your tank top, along with your shorts and underwear, looking over at Yeonjun who still had his eyes closed, trying to catch his breath. You crawl over to him and he opens his eyes now, looking up at you. He quickly glances over to your naked body, making a cute sound that you think might be a held back whine.
You smile at him like a cat, knowing what you were about to do was a little evil, but he couldnât just leave you like this, right?
âHey.â
He smiles back, letting out a breathless âhi.â You start to kiss him and he kisses you back, this time the kiss being slow and passionate. âNeed you Yeonjun.â âY/nâŚI, I canât, need some time, okay?â You frown as you grab his soft dick and he hisses from the overstimulation. âY/nâŚpleaseâŚfeels so overwhelming!â He once again, had his eyes rolling back as he moaned and shook. You lower your face until youâre face to face with his dick, giving him a lick. You hear him loudly grunt. You feel his dick hardening. Still giving him small licks, you look up to see him, âplease Jjunie?â He looks down at you, tears wetting his face once again from how much overwhelming pleasure heâd felt. He gives you a slow nod, as you get up and start to align him against your slit. You lower yourself down on him, biting your lip and breathing deep and slow, finally feeling full from his pretty and thick dick. You press your hand down against his neck softly, and you see the way he starts to bite his lips harshly. He likes it.
You start grinding down on his dick, and you feel his hands grip your hips hard enough to give you bruises. âFeels so gooooood,â he thrusted up into you messily, becoming a slurring mess, saying nonsensical things, the only things you could make out were your name and âgood.â His hair is slicked on his forehead now from how much heâs been sweating, and you could feel yourself building up an orgasm from his length hitting you right where it needed to. He regularly opened his eyes to stare at your boobs bouncing along with you, holding back from lifting up his body to take one of your nipples into his mouth. You started switching hands from getting tired of having one on his neck, and every time you pressed down on it, he would moan.
Yeonjun felt the way your soft and warm walls started sputtering around him, he was also so close to coming, but he wanted you to come first so badly. He wanted to see you encased in pleasure, only feeling good, because of him. He moved one of his hands off your hips and pressed his thumb against your clit, rubbing and watching your reactions through his blurry vision. Seeing how you moved against one specific pressure and speed, he continued, loving seeing your body twitch and spasm. You start to feel the knot in your stomach come undone as you look down on Yeonjun again, seeing his face in bliss. This sent you over the edge, you start shaking hard, feeling Yeonjunâs thumb still on your clit, making the same movements. You feel your walls clench down on his dick, as if trying to milk him for his cum and he cries out, almost sobbing, feeling himself spill his seed into you.
Body tired, you slowly lay on his body, both of you recuperating from your highs and breathing hard. He looks down at you, âI shouldâve told you about what I wanted sooner if I knew this would happen,â he thinks for a while and gives you a kiss on your head, âand, Iâve liked you for a while too. If a while is about two days after you moved in.â You laugh softly as you bury yourself into his chest.
You were too tired to give back a response, knowing he knows you feel the same, and simply nodding your head against his chest. You both drifted asleep, not caring about him still being in you.Â
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While on they're way back to outpost weiss ask who was jaune's first time, he blushed remembering her long blonde hair, her lavender eyes, her perfect and large breast and how they did made his cock a little bit hard.
*Weiss & Jaune were on a Vertibird, heading back to the Outpost, there was an obvious silence between them*
Weiss: *blushing, gulping* "So, that happened."
Jaune: *in power armor, blushing too* "Y-Yeah."
Weiss: *clears her throat* "Well, last night...you knew what you were doing."
Jaune: "...Yeah."
Weiss: "...So, I know it sounds very personal...w-who was your first time with?"
Jaune: *exhales, his blush becoming redder* "It was when I was an initiate, and I helped Ironwood clear an area of Feral Ghouls. During the scuffle, we got separated, I could've died, then I was saved by this blonde, busty wastelander with one helluva robotic arm."
*Jaune leans back as he reminisces that day*
Jaune: "Her puns, though hit & miss, the hits made me laugh. We had a few drinks, then started flirting...then started getting touchy. Her D-Cup shaped breasts, her long, wonder hair. Those lavender eyes, and the way she--" *stops, biting his lower lip*
Weiss: *blinks* "Erection?"
Jaune: *slowly nods* "Yep."
#answer#answered#answers#answer post#answered post#rwby#rwby au#rwby shitpost#weiss schnee#jaune arc#whiteknight#white knight#rwby whiteknight#rwby white knight#dragonslayer#rwby dragonslayer#post-apocalyptic au#fallout au
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Pyrophile! Freddy Headcanon
This was a headcanon I came up with months ago based on the fact that Freddy burned down the Pizzaplex in that one ending... no Michael Afton/Glammike stuff
Small tidbit: When the glamrocks are first manufactured, I can see them having a similar intelligence level of a five year old.
Since they're AI, the intelligence level increases the more they experience things.
During his preliminary run before the Pizzaplex was set to open, Freddy was very curious about things like the others were
When Freddy discovered that he had a lighter in his finger, that was one of the few things he fidgeted with.
It went from flicking the cap to actually igniting his finger and watching the little flame dance
He could stare at that for hours
Of course, the techs don't think anything about that. They just think it's just a little harmless program quirk he has
They would have Freddy light up candles just to test out the function, Freddy would get a kick out of it every time
He thinks fire is relatively harmless, as he's only lit up candles
He's definitely showed off his little trick to Chica, who was also very intrigued by it
All is well until Fredy gets too curious and sets fire to one of the plushes in a giftshop
He watched the fire spread and was both startled but amazed
Of course, when the entire gift shop is set ablaze, the real issue became obvious, and Freddy realized that he did an oopsie.
While no one got seriously hurt, Freddy learned that fire is pretty dangerous and shouldn't be played with
That didn't stop him from liking fire, though
The techs put a safety measure on his lighter to make the fire less imposing (and not like a mini flame thrower)
Freddy still likes lighting candles in his room and watching the wicks burn
Freddy developed a sense of humor with fire puns (they were not in his original programming)
Every time there's a mini fire in the kitchen that he ends up missing, he gets a little bummed. He has to ask how big the fire was (after making sure everyone was fine...)
He loves pyrotechnics. If there's a chance for cool fire effects during a performance, he would ask for it
He's always delighted to light up a birthday cake if no one has a lighter
Freddy has come in contact with fire fighters before and has asked them many questions about not just the job but some anecdotes.
Freddy found out that stars were essentially tiny gaseous balls of fire, which blew his mind
Freddy would stan Smokey the bear
Freddy would be a fire safety advocate
... that's the post.
Have this doodle I drew months ago...
#glamrock freddy#fnaf security breach#fnaf sb headcanon#its so silly#...hes a little pyrophile#the bot yearns for the flame.
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The time has come... the aroacest person ever will rant about how in LMK Wukong's feelings regarding Macaque were hinted at.
And by hinted at i mean that ultimatelly it can still be platonic but yeah i get why people ship it. I'm grumbling over here like
so you can think of me as a reluctant shipper. (ugh)
Jesus Christ... how do i even start...
I guess with readmore because i'm going to talk about the whole entire show so far. Which means Spoilers for Season 5 (and 4... but like that's been out for a year now)
Also before i start, i'm not gonna talk about Macaque's pov in this because he is even more obvious than Wukong and people talk about him all the time. I should know i'm one of them.
S1E9 "Macaque"
First and foremost it's not much, but SWK's reaction to seeing Macaque for the first time in who knows how long is legit suspicious, not because it's anything special but specifically because it's such a toned down reaction. Even if SWK doesn't know that Macaque is supposed to be dead, Mac has been suggested to be at least MIA since their mysterious fight. He wasn't goofing around, he wasn't taking it lightly, but also he didn't take Macaque's appearance with the weight you'd think he should.
Let's just do a little mental gymnastics: In your mind replace SWK with MK and Macaque with Mei. Imagine that Mei has Macaque's backstory and MK has SWK's. Two long time best friends, with a serious fallout, Mei goes MIA and then comes back. Do you think MK would react the same way SWK did in the episode? Obviously not.
Now i know Wukong is rather secretive, exspecially in S1-3(for plot reasons) but the thing is, that DBK was also SWK's friend, a very dear one at that. His reaction to DBK is goofy, light spirited, hardly interferes with the MK vs DBK fight. He wasn't really shush-shush about missing DBK's company. (S2E2 Revenge of the Spider Queen)
In contrast to that, when he finds out Macaque is back he doesn't take it lightly, no goofing off, but also doesn't seem to want to fight Macaque? In this episode all he does is make Mac back off from MK. I guess he wouldn't want to, of course, but yeah had Mac been anyone else, Wukong would be actively working on how to get rid of him. Ie.: Lady Bone Demon or even the Major("how about him? Is he part of your destiny?" bit)
And we do know SWK was holding back, as he wooped Macaque's behind when he was possessed by LBD no problem.
S2E1 "Happy New Year"
SWK: "It's called misdirection."
MK: "Seems like a shady lesson."
SWK: "Too soon, buddy."
It's not really saying much- again-, after all it's just a one liner joke. It's just that no comparable joke was made in any other character's expense. Also the annotation in SWK's voice wasn't really silly. A "can't decide if i'm supposed to smile at the pun or feel sorry for SWK" thing.
(Now while we are ignoring Mac's side of things, rewatching Shadowplay while having S5 knowledge, it's kind of haunting what kind of parallels the show is drawing between MK and Macaque of all things but moving ooooooon~)
In most of Season 3, Wukong is back to his monkey-ing around personality. S3E1 "On the run" he behaves the same way he'd with DBK.
The next of note episode is pretty far off in S3E9 "The king, the prince, and the shadow"
The importance of this scene
specifically Wukong's expression, is that funnily enough, he believed completely that Macaque was working for LBD, when in truth he was going behind her back the whole time, working towards his own agenda (ie.: freeing himself from her) and also thought he could fool Macaque.
Macaque on the other hand easily read Wukong's intention, something that Nezha fell for completely, that the rings were fake. (Macaque knows Wukong better than Wukong knows Macaque.)
That means, at this point Wukong was convinced that Macaque is a bad guy (something he will mention right at the beginning of Season 5) and still he did not hurt him. He later on almost did, yes, but did not need much convincing from Tang to leave him be.
"If you hurt that kid, i'll..."
"What? Make things worse for MK?"
*cuts to that scene
Obviously intentional poetic positioning, reflecting Macaque in a position that is suggested to be the "made things worse for him" thing that Mac is referring to. Yadda yadda, had Wukong not killed him the LBD would not have her claws in Macaque right now as she wouldn't have resurrected him. *is still a hella sketchy story with holes and i don't intend to make Wukong out to be the bad guy, i'm working with what the show is er... showing us/telling us* !Which is fine!!! The story is on going!!! They choose to tell it as teeth-pullingly slow as possible for plot convenience! Sit down, we all know the truth will be far more nuanced than it was presented in S3
But to get back to Wukong's pov, if you notice, after he hears that Macaque is not loyal to the LBD he tries to tell him that he has a plan, one- presumably (if Mac would have listened) -Wukong would have involved him in. Possibly even help him get free from LBD.
Next in line would be the parallel drawn between Mei and Macaque
Wukong was impulsive way back then and now, hurting "those that care about you the most" But yeah... Macaque's line is also incriminating "She's completely out of control, if there's a time to go it is now."
MK countering it that- paraphrasing now but -"bruh that's not really a punk rock thing to do." Possible reason for ^ that cut to Wukong's reaction is that Macaque's line opened up some scars. Hearing that he'd abandon you when things go wrong is very much the first wound that SWK and Macaque suffered in their friendship (from Wukong's side, again imma just ignore Macaque's side in this post but so help me if anyone goes on a comment rampage about how Macaque is truely a piece of shit i will just tell you to go watch the whole series again because whole ass plotlines and characterDEVELOPMENTS fly right by you)
Nezha: "She controlled the fire? This is impossible."
^ Wukong getting a front row seat view of what could have been had they not given up on each other with Macaque.
"Mei was right, i need to stop dragging you into my fights."
ehm... you guys hear it too i'm sure, but we will get to that later
(On a slight tangent... actually i do recommend a rewatch of the show because LBD's lines get so much more meaning. Macaque specifically gets added to the destiny speech all the time, which is funny considering he should know all about destiny and he is the most againts the idea of a destiny existing, Macaque refuses his own powers???And i do believe Macaque has his future-knowing powers because he has reaction time to things that didn't even start happening yet such as LBD throwing the girl away, hiding from Azure and co. when he shouldn't have known they are free, etc.)
On another cute little side note, Nezha said Wukong is not a loner, no matter how much he seems to be.
Lookit that happy smile, fighting along side all his fwiends awww, go you funky little monkey man
This ending scene for it's few seconds is packed with things to point out. "I hate that guy so much, always acting like he's so cool." Literally no one ever said that or thought that Wukong. That was your take on Macaque's behavior. When i first saw that scene my thought was that "Yeah if i were Macaque i'd have left too."
Or even this gag bit can suggest Wukong being out of balance once Macaque leaves.
Stress eating...
Season 4 goes a bit more into detail concerning Wukong's issues
"Forever is a long time bud, trust me." Shows two monkeys hanging around, eating fruit, doing whatever they want.
So the scroll gets opened, and in no practicular order characters are shown that Wukong feels guilty about, looks properly sad when they show. The stress lines around his eyes start showing after Macaque is shown
Flashback scene, kinda is a thing in season 4 that Wukong is much more physically affectionate than Macaque
not gonna do more screenshots because i could literally just post the clip but the thing that we can take away from these is that Wukong insisted on including Macaque
"You're really going through with this?"
"Correction, WE are going through with this." i'm choosing to take it as a tie back to Nezha's line of Wukong not liking being alone.
Much of the brotherhood doesn't seem to actually care for Macaque and Macaque seems to not care for the brotherhood either. And Peng isn't even our first clue for this, since DBK and Macaque have been around since Season 1 and they have yet to interact with each other, eventhough they are sworn brothers too. Azure Lion and Yellow Tusk if name drop Macaque once the whole season, and Peng is the most vocal about their dislike/hatered of Macaque. (Also when the scroll wants to traumatise Azure it only uses Peng and Yellow Tusk)
You can headcanon that Macaque joined the brotherhood only because Wukong is there, but also it's not really a stretch to think that it was actually Wukong that wanted Macaque in the brotherhood and Macaque just agreed to join because Wukong insisted. Either and both can be true.
I just posted this screenshot because Wukong's face made me laugh.
Wukong being the only one paying attention to Macaque's thoughts and feelings, even if ultimately he brushes them under the rug. (Which says more about the brotherhood than Wukong actually...because the brotherhood just about ignored Macaque completely. Wukong paid attention but ya know... big plans and big dreams require big actions)
His speech is a nice promise, but the annotation is on "like we always wanted". The whole quote going: "Relax bud, when this is over we'll be back here basking in the Sun, getting fat on fruit for the rest of ... well forever!! Like we always wanted."
Since it's a conversation with only Wukong and Macaque in the shot, we as the audience are clued in that it was specifically the dream of those two, not the whole brotherhood.
Btw rewatching the episode, Azure says Wukong had the habit of keeping people at arm's lenght, like bruh that's a straight on lie.
(lmao that Tang joke with the water :'D not thirsty, Tang?)
Now Azure when talking with MK, showing him select few scenes to make himself look the victim says one thing. That Wukong imprisoned them. Did not kill, imprison.
I said this before, i will say it here too. Why would Wukong, who is closest to Macaque from the brotherhood, imprison everyone else, but specifically kill Macaque? Nah ah, i'm pretty sure that was not how it went down. But that's a to be cleared thing for season 6 hopefully.
As.... hilarious as this picture is, it's kinda proof of Wukong's sentimentality.
Finally i arrive at S4E11 A lifetime of mistakes
Nothing much to say about this scene, it speaks for itself.
"Everything i did was for us!" This sentence alone means Wukong's fear of death extended to Macaque. Macaque said that Wukong feared death more than anything which is true, but whenever Wukong talked about his goals the emphasis was on them together spending forever with whatever they wanted.
Third time reminding you of Nezha's statement, that Wukong is not a loner. Something that Azure flat out lied about, telling MK that Wukong kept them at arm's lenght.
It's 2+2 guys... spending eternity alone is boring as fk, of course you need a buddy. And a buddy just as immortal as you, since we know the heartbreak that comes with an immortal - mortal friendship. To the mortal that friendship is for lifetime, to that immortal it's just a small chapter of their lives. Wukong really DID do everything for Macaque, but well... he went overboard, like MK said. He could have stopped right here, he already had his wish:
They already were sitting in the sun, eating fruit and doing whatever they wanted.
But now look at thoooose stress lines
While the show doesn't even suggest what Wukong's full punishment was -because let's keep it PG it is still a kids show- Wukong also just lost his best friend.
In Season 4 peaches were the symbol of their friendship, something that Wukong -probably just out of sheer anger- rejected from Macaque in this scene, only for Macaque to crush said peach in answer and throw it away. My guys, this was an ugly UGLY divorce. Thing is that had cooler heads prevailed, they probably wouldn't have had this fight here. It's dressed up as a gag line, but Wukong says he really wanted that peach.
In the scroll MK and Macaque follow the memories that Wukong punched himself through, trying to find some good ones AKA memories with MK. Wukong saw this memory too, which was the last memory before MK and Mac found Wukong.
After seeing this memory and deciding to escape it he stopped in the next one. Meaning this memory is the freshest Wukong is thinking about.
"I just wanted to protect the people i care about." *camera angles to Macaque.
MK then quotes Wukong saying that maybe they can't fix everything, but they just have to leave it better than they found it. That's just another way to say "fix" btw... and he looks to Macaque, because that's what he wants to fix most.
Well he has an eternity to do it.
He was legit asking permission from Macaque here, idk what for if you are the Monkey King you don't need permission, right?
Next episode "The Plan man" starts with something i already said:
Wukong is looking for Macaque when he notices he is not in the heroic pose with the rest of them. Showing once again, where Wukong's priority laid. He needs to make sure he still has his buddy by him. Kinda going into Sun Mumkong mode, embarassing Macaque:
Do note, Wukong verbally said he wanted all of them to have the "happily ever after" but before that talk with Azure, Macaque was emphasized.
And the thing is, at first i thought, surely i'm reading far too much into this, but this weird Macaque-prioritising will appear in Season 5 too. We will get to that.
This was Wukong's wish, to not be alone.
Anyways, show uppy "tsundere" way of expressing, that he is happy Mac is there.
Like i said, peaches in season 4 were a metaphor for their friendship. Handing Mac a peach ice cream is kinda his way of saying "friends?" but maybe in a different way. The "try again" button in the game if you will.
Season 5 however hooo boi...
I ran out of pictures/post so i'll have to make a part 2, which will be season 5.
#lmk#my fingers are gonna rot off my hands but siiiighh fine i'm tagging it (man i hate shipnames)#shadowpeach#lmk wukong#lmk macaque
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Out of This World
A/N: This is my contribution to the @dieterbravobrainrotclub May server challenge. Was it supposed to be a 1k word drabble? Yes. Did I intend to keep it at that length? Truly, I did. Did I absolutely play myself like a fucking fiddle? Again, yes. Am I sorry? Fuck no, I am not. This story single-handedly pulled me out of a month-long slump, so I was not about to clip it's wings. I had a flippin' blast writing this one, and I hope you will have a flippin' blast reading it!
Prompt: Meet Cute + "Do you believe in aliens?"
Warnings: a bunch of F bombs and other swears if anyone cares about that, mentions of past drug use and addiction but nothing current or detailed, Dieter's wild finger-combed curls
Word Count: 5.7k
Fun Fact: The Rancho Mirage Observatory is a real place, linked with the city's library, which means that it is open to the public. How frickin' cool is that? Learn more here.
I canât believe this is happening.Â
Fifteen years ago, if someone would have told you that double majoring in physics and engineering would eventually lead to you sharing a scene with an Oscar winning actor in a big budget Hollywood film, you would have laughed directly in their face.Â
Which was pretty much what you did when Sharon, the executive director at the Rancho Mirage Observatory where you worked, told you that the facility was going to be used as a filming location for an upcoming summer blockbuster.Â
âSure, Sharon,â you smirked and playfully rolled your eyes without looking away from your computer. âAnd weâre all gonna be big stars, right?âÂ
Sharon had a proclivity for puns. Cheesy, obvious, predictable puns, at that, but it was sort of endearing. You were certain that the ânewsâ she was sharing was just a set up for wordplay that you could see coming from lightyears away. Sharonâs puns were rubbing off on you just a little.Â
You, though, as scientists sometimes are when testing theories, were wrong.Â
âWell, no, not all of us,â Sharon responded, a somewhat mischievous grin on her face. âJust you.âÂ
That got your full attention, your eyes going satellite- wide as you snapped your head up to look at your boss. âWhat?â
She went on to explain that the casting director for the film - a sci-fi thriller called The Goldilocks Zone - preferred to cast actual professionals for small parts when applicable. Doing so meant that there was far less of a chance of an actor fumbling technical jargon or performing a job-specific task incorrectly, meaning that there was less of a chance that something that didnât make sense would make the final cut. Like an astronomer adjusting the telescope lens the wrong way, for example.Â
Right away, you thought of every medical drama youâd ever watched with your mom. Sheâd been an x-ray technician for thirty years, and she always noticed when an actor on screen was looking at a diagnostic image backwards or had hung a film upside down on the lightboard. It happened often. Like, once an episode, often.Â
From that perspective, what this casting director was doing was smart.Â
But from the perspective of you not having a lick of acting experience, you werenât sure it was the best call.Â
When you pointed that out, it was Sharonâs turn to roll her eyes. âPlease,â she said with a wave of her hand. âYou basically put on a live one-woman show every time you lead a tour or host a stargazing night. And you answer the most out there questions imaginable from kids without missing a beat. You can absolutely handle a few scripted lines about your area of expertise. Unless, I meanâŚâ She shook her head and dropped the borderline giddy excitement. âIf you donât want to do it you obviously donât have to. Itâs entirely up to you.âÂ
You stared at her over the top of your computer screen, face frozen in an expression of utter shock. After a few seconds had passed and you realized you hadnât said anything, you blinked and cleared your throat. âUm⌠Can I think about it? And do you know like, what Iâd have to do or say orâŚâ You trailed off, circling your wrist in a so on and so forth gesture.Â
Sharon nodded. âOf course! The casting director just needs to know by Friday whether youâre in or if he needs to start reaching out to other astronomers in the area. He sent me some notes about the scene youâd be in. Iâll forward them to you so you can look âem over.â She spoke your name then, your eyebrows raising in response. âFor what itâs worth, I think you should do it.â She smiled, wrinkling her nose. âItâs not everyday someone offers you a shot to showcase the thing youâre most passionate about in front of so many people.âÂ
Youâd opened her email as soon as she got back to her office to send it, and when you saw the name of the lead actor in the brief scene description, you nearly fell out of your chair.Â
Dieter Bravo.Â
Dieter fucking Bravo.Â
You had to read it three times before the rest of the information sunk in.Â
The scene you were being tapped for was one of the opening ones of the movie. In it, Dieterâs character, Thiago, is trying to connect with his on screen love interestâs space-obsessed kid, Jae, by bringing them to the observatory for a tour. The purpose of the scene is to drop hints at the movieâs main plot without diving straight into the action, as well as to establish the nature of the relationship between Thiago and Jae - which, from the sound of it, is the classic âthis guy isnât good enough for my momâ to âactually heâs not that badâ to âhe risked his life to save mine and now heâs my familyâ pipeline. It involves both actors asking you questions during the Q&A portion of your scripted tour, and the whole scene is scheduled to be shot in two days, with two additional days blocked off for B-roll footage and wide shots.Â
It seemed simple enough. As long as you could get over the fact that youâd be working with Dieter fucking Bravo. You let Sharon know that you were in on Wednesday of that week, two days before the directorâs deadline.Â
And then three months went by, the buzz of excitement growing around the observatory as the filming dates grew closer, but there was still plenty of work to keep you busy in the meantime.
But now youâre standing in front of the RMO with Sharon, watching as trailers and trucks carting everything from costumes to cameras roll into the small parking lot. It seems like an overwhelming amount of equipment and personnel for just a few days, but then again you have no idea of what is necessary to pull off a production like this one.Â
Guess Iâm about to find out.Â
âThis is so frigginâ exciting!â Sharon checks her name badge for the sixth time in half as many minutes, making sure itâs on straight. Sheâs beaming but trying not to explode, and you canât help but smile. Because, yeah. Itâs really frigginâ exciting.Â
âI truly canât believe this is happening, Shar.â You let out a nervous laugh and shake your head slowly as two black SUVs pull in behind where the trailers have finished setting up. âThis is batshit.âÂ
Before Sharon can click her tongue over your choice of vocabulary, the latest arrivals emerge from their vehicles. From one comes a young actor youâve seen in several TV shows, their face instantly lighting up at the sight of the observatoryâs twin domes set against the backdrop of the hills. They turn excitedly to the two women who arrived with them - one you can tell is the kidâs mom, the other you assume is a tutor since filming is taking place during the school year - and when they turn back towards the building, their smile has nearly tripled in width and brightness, and you wonder if they donât share the same enthusiasm for all things space-related that the character theyâre portraying has.Â
If so, this has got to be a dream role. Hell, theyâre what, thirteen? Itâs a dream role regardless.
The trio make their way up to where you and Sharon are waiting to greet them, and hands are shaken and names exchanged - Â River Harmon, playing Jae and confirming your suspicion about their love of science and the stars, Marla Harmon, Riverâs mom who is just as eager to get inside and have a look around, and Addison Wright, Riverâs tutor , who reminds everyone that three hours need to be set aside each day for schoolwork. You chat for a few minutes, just small talk about the weather - hot and sunny before the clock has even hit 9 am - and River mentions the In-And-Out Burger that they passed on the way in, which you tell them is your favorite guilty pleasure in the area.Â
Youâre all laughing at some ridiculous pun Sharon makes regarding the term âanimal styleâ when two more people make their way up the path. You suck in a breath and feel your stomach flip when you register Dieter standing only a few feet from you, accompanied by a petite woman carrying what appears to be a toolbox but upon closer inspection you realize is actually a bag full of hair products and grooming tools. Which makes sense - those wild and wavy curls definitely donât tame themselves, and from the looks of it, Dieterâs go-to grooming method is just to rake his fingers through his hair.Â
Not that thatâs not working for him, honestly. Fuck.Â
You let your eyes wash over the man in front of you for a second before the introductions are made. Heâs wearing loose-fitting light green linen pants that are tied with a drawstring at the waist, paired with a peachy orange tie-dye tee and a white short sleeved button down left open. You can easily see his two signature triangular tattoos, as well as a few hemp and thread bracelets around his wrist and several chunky rings adorning his hands. Despite the fact that summer has yet to officially start, his skin glows a sunkissed bronze hue like heâs been laying on a beach for weeks. To say he looks good is a frigginâ understatement, in Sharonâs words.Â
In your own, he looks fucking incredible. A far cry from the tabloid shots that came out a few years ago, paparazzi taking terrible advantage of the fact that Dieterâs struggles with addiction were threatening his health and appearance. He looks healthier and happier than you ever remember seeing him look in interviews or on red carpets, and despite the fact that heâs still for all intents and purposes a stranger to you, you feel a sudden swell of happiness for him for working through those difficult times.Â
He doesnât remain a stranger for long, though.Â
Plucking one wired earbud from his right ear, he winds the cord up and shoves it into his pocket with his phone, and then steps up next to River, his full attention on you as he slides the sunglasses heâs wearing up to sit on top of his head amidst the finger-combed curls.Â
âHi,â he says in a manner that seems far too casual when paired with the way his deep brown eyes cut right into your own. He gives you a lopsided smile and extends one bear-paw sized hand, and then he speaks your name, which catches you off guard since you havenât given it to him yet. âIâve seen some of the videos of your programs on YouTube,â he says as an explanation to why someone as vastly well-known as he is would know anything about you before youâd even spoken a word. âIâm Dieter.âÂ
You certainly are.Â
He chuckles and so does River and you can feel Sharonâs second-hand embarrassment as you realize that you just said that out loud. Oh, fuck. âI mean,â you let out a huff of laughter as you wince at yourself. âItâs great to meet you, Dieter.â You meet his waiting palm with yours, his skin warm as his fingers wrap around it and give a light squeeze. âWeâre all very excited to have you both -â You look pointedly at River, who smiles widely. â- here at the Rancho Mirage Observatory.âÂ
âNot as excited as we are to be here,â River pipes up, elbowing the man playing their on screen step-dad. âRight Dieter?âÂ
Dieter looks beyond you at the impressive building housing the massive telescope, and youâre struck by the look of awe on his face. âYeah,â he states, nodding. âSure beats the hell out of a sound stage.âÂ
River rolls their eyes and shoots you a look thatâs brimming with adolescent snark as they throw a thumb in Dieterâs direction. âDonât let him downplay it. Heâs been going on and on about shooting at this place since we got the greenlight to come here. Heâs more stoked than I am, and thatâs saying something.âÂ
Youâre not sure, it could just be the sun, but you think you catch a hint of color climbing his cheeks as Dieter spins one of his rings around his finger. âYeah, wellâŚâ He shrugs, expression returning to neutral. âIâve always had a thing for space.âÂ
River nods sagely up at him. âBecause youâre from Pluto. Right. I get it.âÂ
That makes everyone laugh, even Dieter, who pulls River into a joke headlock and ruffles their hair, yanking their hood up over their head for good measure. âEarthlings these days,â he mutters to you, making the same thumb gesture at River that they used at him. âCanât take âem anywhere.âÂ
You laugh, and youâre surprised at just how easily it comes in the presence of one of the most in demand actors on this or any planet. âAh, donât worry. We get lots of Earthlings here.â You shoot River a wink as Dieter finally lets go of their hood, and then you look back up at him. âWe know how to handle their kind.âÂ
âGood, because I have nooooo idea.â He raises his eyebrows and swings his hands out to the sides and youâre not sure why you thought you knew what he would be like before you met him, but heâs smashing your expectations with how real he seems.And how different he is from the man depicted in the tabloids.Â
Before you have a chance to respond, a man holding a clipboard and wearing a headset comes bustling over to remind Sharon about the schedule - A quick tour of the facility for the actors and crew, then time for the crew to get set while River completes their schoolwork for the day, hair and makeup for the actors, which youâre reminded includes you, and then filming - and youâre grateful for the PA whirlwind, because it gives you a chance to process the way being two feet away from Dieterâs smile is making your stomach flip.Â
Get your shit together, this is work⌠Just work, with an insanely attractive actor who keeps smiling like that when the cameras arenât even rolling yet. I cannot fucking believe this is happening right now.Â
Thankfully youâre able to keep your inner monologue where it belongs this time, your thoughts only interrupted by the sound of Sharon clearing her throat and saying your name. âShall we take the stars to space?â Â
Oh, Sharon, you really canât help yourself, can you?
You nod once, grinning. âAbsolutely.â Youâre still extraordinarily nervous about being in front of the camera. But this part? Showing earnestly interested guests around the observatory and sharing the wonders of science and space? This part you are entirely confident about. Beckoning with one arm, you cock your head toward the door. âRight this way.âÂ
â â â Â
Dieter canât remember the last time he was this excited to be on location for a job.Â
Partially because it had been a long time since his dramatic roles intersected with his personal interests, and partially because there was a time period of about five years - with the Cliff Beasts debacle coming at the tail end - where remembering anything at all was almost as big a challenge as was finding enjoyment anywhere. The triple threat of cocaine addiction, isolation and depression was a hell of a hole to dig himself out of. If six feet is the depth of a grave, he was basically five and a half feet down.Â
Crazy how a brush with mortality paired with the realization that his life was still worth saving can make a person want to claw their way back to the surface. And even though things with Anika hadnât worked out long term, not a day goes by that Dieter doesnât acknowledge that there was no way he was climbing those five and a half feet without her help. The fact that they remain friends is constant reinforcement that his worth goes well beyond his work on the screen or his talents in the bedroom or the number of zeros in his bank account. He provides her with nothing but his friendship. Nothing but himself, and itâs shown him that just himself is good enough.Â
Heâs even been invited to her upcoming wedding, and he has every intention of going. But thatâs not for a few months still. Luckily the date is sandwiched between the end of filming for The Goldilocks Zone and the filmâs premier. And with this being the only project heâs working on currently, heâs able to focus entirely on the film and then entirely on his personal life.Â
First though, heâs going to focus entirely on this tour. For three reasons: One being that like he told you, heâs always had an interest in the great unknown vastness of space. The second, that he always tries to immerse himself in the world of the characters he portrays. And the last? The instant interest heâs taken in you.Â
Sheâs fucking incredible.Â
Heâs already familiar with you from the videos that the RMO posted to their YouTube account. As soon as he heard that youâd agreed to take the small role, Dieter watched every single one of them, completely enthralled. Your enthusiasm was so tangibly genuine, your knowledge of astrophysics so deeply complex and your ability to explain things in ways that anyone could understand unmatched. He watched your presentation on Kepler-22b four times for crying out loud, and not because he needed that many times to absorb and digest the information. Heâd watched and rewatched because it was simply that enjoyable. You made it that enjoyable.Â
It didnât hurt at all that he also happened to find you stunning.Â
The five and a half feet down version of him would have tried to make a move on you before youâd even finished the tour. Hell, before youâd even started it. And though there was still a part of him that was screaming with how badly he wanted to drag you off into the domed viewing room and fuck you until you were the one seeing stars, an even bigger part was steering him in a different direction - one where he actually got to know you.Â
Not just the you that was âonâ for a presentation. Not just the you that engaged with River as they asked a thousand questions about the telescope and itâs range. Not just the you that worked at the RMO. From the moment he saw you standing there, from the moment his hand closed around yours and your smile widened so that it reached your eyes, Dieter found himself wanting to know the you that lay beneath your work.Â
And then maybe the you that lay beneath your clothes. But that was secondary. A close secondary, sure, but secondary nonetheless.Â
I wanna know more about her.Â
Thatâs why when the tour ends and River reluctantly heads off with their mom and Addison, Dieter doesnât retreat to his trailer like he normally would when he has downtime on set. Kylie, his stylist, does head back so she can call home and check on her wife and kids, and Sharon, flits off to her office. But you remain in the large circular room watching with interest as the crew starts rigging up the lighting and blocking off marks for the actors with different colored tape, giving him the perfect opportunity to start on that mission.Â
âSo, you ready for your silver screen debut?â You must have assumed that heâd gone with the rest of the group, because when he speaks, you spin to face him with a look of surprise on your face that only makes you more attractive to him. Dieter laughs, the sound a gentle one without ridicule, lifting his hands with his palms facing you. âSorry, didnât mean to startle you.â Â
You laugh at yourself, too, closing your eyes and giving a small shake of your head. âNo, itâs okay, Iâm justâŚâ Another huff of almost incredulous laughter comes from your lips as you open your eyes and look straight at him. âHaving a bit of a âpinch meâ moment, here.âÂ
You walk down the few steps from the base of the telescope to join him on the main level, the railing cordoning off the enormous piece of equipment between you. Dieter leans against it from his side and you do the same from yours. âHey, I get it. I felt the same way the first time I was on set.âÂ
Narrowing your eyes and tilting your head, you respond with, âI think it was a little different for you, Dieter. This-â You gesture to the crew spilling in and filling up the perimeter of the room. â-isnât exactly my wheelhouse.âÂ
He wants to reassure you that youâre going to do more than fine, but heâs caught up on the way his name sounds in your voice. Part of his brain jettisons off to thoughts of what it would sound like in a very different scenario. But thatâs not the him in the here and now, so he clears his throat and his mind all at once.Â
âNah,â he says, bringing one hand up to scratch at his chin. âMy first role had me literally shaking in my shoes. I was a little older than River. That kid is gonna be a fuckinâ star if they keep the mindset they have now, thatâs for sure.â You nod, because itâs clear to anyone with eyes that the kid has their head on straight and an excellent support system to help them navigate the industry. âBut me? I was a basketcase. So nervous, even though it was my dream.â He sighs. âStill get nervous sometimes.âÂ
That makes you widen your eyes in surprise. âReally? Mr. two-time Oscar winner gets the jitters before starting a new role?âÂ
âOh yeah.â Dieter groans, shaking his head and looking down. When he lifts his chin again he finds you waiting, his own smile stretching out across his lips. âImposter syndrome comes for us all. That bastard.âÂ
That pulls a laugh from the center of your chest and his first thought is how do I make that happen again? âIt is a bastard, isnât it?â You hum and Dieter nods. âWell that makes me feel a little better.âÂ
âGood.â He stands up straight, keeping both hands planted on the rail, and you do that same. âFor what itâs worth, I think youâre gonna be great.âÂ
You suck in a small breath that he might have missed if he wasnât so keyed into your every move. âThanks, Dieter.âÂ
âOf course.â He taps his fingers on the railing, one of his rings clanging against the metal. âSo, can I ask you a question?âÂ
You raise your arms to your sides, elbows bent and fingers spread. âThatâs quite literally what Iâm here for.â Looking over your shoulder, you gesture towards the telescope. âIf itâs about this beauty right here, I can-âÂ
âNo, itâsâŚâ Dieterâs tongue slips out to wet his lips, warmth splashing through his chest at the way your eyes track its movement. âNot about the telescope. Though I definitely wouldnât say no if you were just about to offer me a chance to look through it?âÂ
You chuckle. âI think that can be arranged, though itâll have to wait until all these lights are gone. Or at least off. And it would have to be after dark for the best views.âÂ
âSeriously?â His excitement over the prospect of getting a peek into the cosmos briefly overtakes his desire to ask the question on his mind. You confirm that it would be no big deal and he takes you up on it without hesitation. âDone. Tonight?âÂ
You take your lower lip between your teeth for a split second and he struggles not to stare. âSure.âÂ
That would beâŚ
âAmazing.â He smiles and runs a hand through his hair. Suddenly his belly fills with the flap of a thousand monarch wings like he hasnât felt in over a decade. Itâs unusual, but refreshing, and he finds that he kind of likes it.Â
I canât get ahead of myself, though.Â
Clearing your throat, you tap your fingers against the railing. âBut, um, if that wasnât your question -â You shrug one shoulder. âWhat is?â
Kylie comes through the door at that exact moment, calling Dieterâs name before he can answer. âDieter? You in he- Oh. There you are.â She glances at you, and then back at him, her sharp green eyes measuring and analyzing the small amount of space between the two of you, and he sees her do her best to keep a knowing grin erupt. It doesnât, and Dieter shoots her a look of gratitude which he knows she catches. âSorry, but Tyler decided that we should do some promo stills while weâre here, and he wants to make use of Riverâs school time, so that means you need to get to hair and makeup earlier than planned. Like, now, earlier.â She adds that last part with a roll of her eyes.Â
Dieter sighs. âAlright, Ky, Iâll meet you there in a minute.âÂ
She nods and turns to leave, sidestepping the sound engineer who is bringing in his equipment to get set up, and Dieter faces you. âRaincheck on that question?âÂ
You laugh. âYeah. No problem. Ask me tonight.âÂ
âOh, I will,â Dieter promises with a wink. âSee you on set.âÂ
â â â
Your face hurts from smiling by the time Tyler, the director, calls a wrap on the day.Â
For as nervous as you were going into your first - and likely only - acting endeavor, you end up having a fucking blast. And you know that it has a lot to do with Dieter and River being completely amazing to work with. Theyâre both somehow absolute professionals and class clowns, deliberately making each other laugh or flub lines a few times, but also delivering serious and convincing performances that youâre sure Tyler will have no problem selecting from. You only end up fumbling your words once, and itâs only because youâre trying to hold in a sneeze, which ultimately wins out as sneezes do. But you take Sharonâs advice and treat this like you would any other tour or presentation youâve ever given, and since the scripted questions that Dieter and Riverâs characters - along with one or two of the extras in their on screen tour group - ask are right in line with the ones that you get all the time, the answers roll off your tongue easily.Â
âI told you you were nervous for nothing,â Sharon says, nudging you with her elbow as the crew starts to clear out. They leave the equipment where it is since theyâll be shooting again tomorrow, but one by one the room starts to clear, everyone heading to the hotel that production has booked a few miles down the highway.Â
You click your tongue and roll your eyes, the smile still stuck on your lips. âYou did say that, didnât you?âÂ
Sharon laughs. âI did. Hey, you want to get dinner or something to celebrate? My treat. Kevinâs home all week so heâs got the kids and I wouldnât mind a night out.âÂ
Shit, I forgot to tell her about Dieter.Â
âUmâŚâ You lick your lips and return a wave to the last crew member who heads out into the main foyer. âActually, Shar, Dieter asked if I would let him take a swing at stargazing, and I said yes. So⌠I mean, as long as youâre okay with it?âÂ
If she was beaming before sheâs glowing now. âSay no more! Absolutely! Youâll lock up when youâre done?â You confirm that you will and she nods once. âGreat. Iâll see if Margo from the library side is free. Sheâs always fun.â She shoots you a mischievous glance akin to the one she gave you when she first told you about the filming opportunity. âYou have fun.âÂ
You try to tell her itâs not like itâs a date, heâs just genuinely curious and interested. That itâs just better for someone like him to do these sorts of things one on one because otherwise people wonât let him enjoy it. But all she does is hum an âUh huh,â while sheâs halfway out the door.Â
And youâre left to wonder if youâre right.Â
But you arenât left wondering for too long, because only minutes after Sharon leaves, Dieter, looking exactly as he did when you met him earlier that day, strolls into the room.Â
â â â Â
You tell him that it will take you a few minutes to get everything set up. âHope you donât mind,â you add, as you start the process.Â
âMind?â He blows out a puff of air and watches your every move. âThis is awesome.âÂ
As if to punctuate his point, the domed ceiling begins to open at that exact moment, the two sides sliding apart to reveal the night sky beyond. He tilts his head back as far as it goes to take in the sea of twinkling stars. Even without the magnifying power of the telescope, itâs a hell of a view.Â
âIf you think thatâs awesomeâŚâ You begin adjusting the viewing lens, a small, smiling sound coming from you as you look through it. âJust wait until you get a load ofâŚâ You turn a knob, clarifying the view. âThis.âÂ
You beckon him with one hand and he nearly trips over his feet to get there fast enough. He steps up next to you, closer than he was when the railing was between you, and that mass of butterfly wings goes fluttering through him again. And fuck if it doesnât feel great. You move away from the scope but stay close as he bends down to take your place. âWhat am I looking at- Oh, shit!âÂ
In his field of vision floats a swirling, purplish looking galaxy with a similar shape to the Milky Way. For all the things heâs seen and places heâs traveled and experiences - both bad and good - that heâs had, this takes the cake and the cookies and the ice cream, too. It leaves him speechless and breathless and fills him with an emotion he doesnât know how to name.Â
And she gave this to me.Â
You give him a few seconds to absorb it in silence, and then your voice fills his ear, his eye still pressed to the lens. âThat is NGC 3031, AKA Messier 81, AKA Bodeâs Galaxy.âÂ
You explain that the different names for it come from the three different times it was discovered and reclassified. You tell him how far away it is - approximately 11.8 million light years away from Earth - and that it can be found tucked into the constellation Ursa Major. And then you tell him itâs your favorite galaxy to show people, because itâs the clearest one that the RMO telescope can view.Â
âCan you believe that it was first discovered in the 1700s?âÂ
He still doesnât look away, answering you from his bent position. âI canât believe Iâm seeing it now in 20-fucking-24.âÂ
That pulls a laugh from you and he finally looks up, wanting to see the way that laugh changes your eyes. Tugs at your lips. Pushes your cheeks up.Â
Beautiful.Â
You sigh. âYeah, it is, isnât it?âÂ
He hadnât meant to speak that thought out loud but you think heâs talking about the galaxy so he lets it slide. âGorgeous,â he confirms, about you and the view youâve shown him. âAnything else you can show me?âÂ
That laugh heâs starting to crave slips out again as you answer. âYeah, Dieter, Iâve got a few more tricks up my sleeve, hang on.â You motion for him to step aside so you can reposition the scope. As youâre doing that, you bring up your conversation from earlier.Â
âHey, um, what was that question you wanted to ask me?â You shake your head, still making your adjustments.Â
âOh, itâs justâŚâ He shrugs even though youâre not looking at him. âSomething I ask people sometimes when I meet them. Kind of like an ice breaker I guess?âÂ
You step back and let him take another look - this time a gaseous nebula in hues of gold and green - giving him some time to soak it in before expecting him to continue.Â
âI uh - fuck, this is cool! IâŚâ He looks up briefly, finding your face. âDo you believe in aliens?âÂ
Itâs clearly not what you were expecting him to ask based on the expression you wear, but much to his delight this time, you donât laugh. âI do.âÂ
His heart flips like a gold medalist at the admission. Smart, sexy, and believes in aliens, holy shit. âYou do?âÂ
You nod. âYeah, I do.â Shrugging, you go on, stepping in to readjust the scope again. âEverything Iâve studied or seen suggests that the universe is far too big for us to ever really understand. And we already know that there are planets that theoretically could support life.â You gesture for him to look again, this time itâs the stormy, reddish orange patterns of Jupiter. âAnd as special as Earth is, I just donât believe weâre so special that weâre the only ones out there. I mean, thatâs what the movie is about, right?âÂ
âYeah. Well, itâs about aliens looking for other habitable planets and finding Earth, so sort of the reverse of what NASA and whoever are doing. But⌠Yeah.âÂ
You smile. âSo, do you?âÂ
âBelieve in aliens?â He leans back against the railing. âYeah.â He smiles. âSame reason as you. Weâre not that special.â She is, though. Sheâs out of this fucking world special.
You hum. âCool. Good to know we agree.âÂ
âYeah,â Dieter takes a breath, filling his chest and letting the dizzy happiness youâve given him take over. âThis might be a long shot, I know itâs getting kind of late, but⌠Do you want to go get dinner or something?âÂ
You press your lips together like youâre trying to suppress a smile. It doesnât work, and itâs the best sight heâs seen all night. âOkay.â You start shutting things down, pressing the button that closes the ceiling and shuts the sky away. âHow do you feel about In-And-Out? Iâve been craving it since River brought it up and-âÂ
This woman is what dreams are fucking made of.Â
Thankfully - at least for now - he keeps that part in his head.Â
âI feel like you just read my mind. Letâs go.âÂ
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