#this feels even more of a cop-out. but i think it would be really funny if ryuseitai had elements that matched their color
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rafe had his eyes on you for a while. you were new to the island and everyone wanted to be by you. you seemed to have this energy that attracted everyone, like a fucking magnet.
rafe couldnât believe his eyes when he saw you. you were everything he could want in a girl. tall, slim, curvy, shiny skin, beautiful hair, and most of all you were so feminine. he loved a girl he could take care of, provide for even.
he first saw you at the country club. you were clad in skimpy pink bikini with white polka dots, a white bow in the side of your hair, and white flats on. you read some magazine he couldnât be bothered to even pay attention to. for right now, you were his main object of his attention. you could feel his eyes on you, you usually did.
youâd been here only two weeks and you knew all about the infamous rafe cameron. there were rumors he killed some cop and he had a drug problem.
people said he was one of the most fun people in the world but he would blow up in the quarter of a second. no girl could hold him down and he always got what he wanted. everyone wanted to be him or fuck him.
heâd made slight advances in the short amount of time youâve been in the outer banks. holding a door open for you, paying for your drink, offering to apply your sunscreen while you tanned at the beach, the whole shabang.
you didnât give him the slightest ounce of your attention. you wanted him to work for it. obviously you wanted him but you canât let him know that! if rafe always got what he wanted then he wouldnât mind a challenge.
you liked this game of cat and mouse you guys played. you didnât know how much longer you could take it though. your friend daphne had invited you to some kook party at her stupid chad bfs house.
you went of course because rafe would be there. and you wanted him to see you, especially in this outfit. a lacy pink halter neck and pink mini skirt with ties on the sides. it showed just enough of skin to make him crazy. you wanted him to know what he was missing out on.
who knows? maybe tonight youâll let him have a taste.
after a while of being at the party you started to get a bit bored. there were people making out in the corners, the alcohol tasted shit, and rafe still wasnât here.
you were slightly buzzed and contemplating walking out when you saw him. he wore only a white wife beater and some denim jeans. what really caught your attention was the way his eyes were immediately on you when he came in.
he looked you over, greeting a few people, but not once did his eyes stray off you.
âtop, i gotta go handle something. iâll catch ya later.â and with that he strides over to you, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you into a room upstairs.
you had butterflies in your stomach. after a month he couldnât take it anymore. you were excited to see what he would do now.
he swiftly locked the door and turned towards you with an almost primal look in his eyes. you giggle as he rubs the back of his neck and glares.
âdo you think this shit is fuckin funny? been wanting you for months and you think itâs game. do you know how hard you make me? those skimpy fucking skirts and that coy smile.â
you were positive you looked like a fish out of water right now. you could feel a heat rising in your belly and a blush flushing your checks and neck.
âi didnât know i affected you that muchâ you whispered.
âbullshit. i see you close your thighs each time i fucking look at you. can barely focus on anything when youâre near by.â
rafe is stalking towards you now, and you back up more and more until your knees finally hit the bed. he pushes you back until your lying on your back, with only your elbows and forearms holding you up.
he pulls your skirt over your tummy, glancing up at you as he places a kiss on your thigh.
âtell me this is okay. i needa know what you taste like. i canât fucking stand it. so close to your pussy i can practically feel you on my tongue already.â
you give a shaky nod but thatâs not enough.
he pinches the inside of your thigh and shakes his head with disapproval.
âno. baby i need words. use your voice, ainât even touched you yet so i know youâre not fucked out already.â
âyes, yes rafe this is okay! please i need itâ you whine while your lips pout slightly.
he was being so mean right now! is this what it felt like for him all this time?
he places a kiss on your clit over your panties and thumbs at your entrance. he smoothes your arousal over your lips and curses under his breath.
rafe takes his time making you whimper and whine. you push your hips up for some kind of friction, something more than heâs giving you. he uses his left hand to hold you down while his right pushes down on your clit, the pressure making your eyes roll back.
âcalm down sweet thing. sâokay. m jus getting you ready. been dreaming bout this and i wanna take my timeâ
the cameron boy takes off your underwear and pauses. you canât tell if heâs in awe or disgusted.
âso fucking pretty baby. is this all for me?â he questions as if he doesnât already know the answer.
ârafe of course it is, do you see anybody else in this fucking room?â youâre mad now, youâre so fucking horny and heâs being a tease!
âalright alrightâ he laughs, placing a kiss to your thigh and looking up at you one last time.
ânot letting you go after this is done. youâre mine.â
#rafe#rafe fanfiction#rafe smut#rafe x reader#rafe imagine#rafe fic#rafe cameron fluff#rafe cameron smut#rafe cameron x reader#rafe obx#rafe outer banks#outerbanks rafe#rafe x you#rafe cameron#rafe cameron obx#obx 4#obx smut#obx x reader#obx fanfiction#obx fic#obx#obx season 4#obx cast#obx4#obx spoilers#outer banks#outer banks rafe#drew starkey#drew starkey smut#bimbo!reader
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yuta's really giving "seems lyney is saying some strange things again" here lmao
#â˘âËâš đŠˇâĽrubyâĽyoďźide yo !!#fr tho like. yuta NEVER flirts with the producer#but hinata will toss in throwaway lines like this at the most random times#bruh omg what if#yuta anemo#hinata pyro#just throwing it out there since i'm on this train of thought#but nazuna really feels fontainian to me. i don't have an explanation. just Vibes#still thinking about whether shu is fontainian or just a big fontaine enthusiast#and ofc subaru pyro cuz he's basically bennett#idk if it would be a cop-out if tori were anemo since he and venti share a va#i don't know enough about the guy to say otherwise either tho#this feels even more of a cop-out. but i think it would be really funny if ryuseitai had elements that matched their color#with the slight exception that tetora is electro since there's no black element#(unless you count abyssal energy but i'm sticking with the seven mkay?)#(also in super nova revolu5tar the spotlight used for him was violet so there)#also come on. there's no way kanata isn't hydro#i should make this into a tier list at the risk of running my mouth in the tags like i always do and nothing making sense lmao
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Mahito x darling
TW: NSFW, noncon, psychological torture, Mahito in and of himself
fem reader
Mahito is so scary because you're the only one who sees him.Â
You can't tell your friends, you can't call the cops, you can't even discuss it with your therapist for fear of being committed.Â
You're all alone with him â half the time convinced youâre going insane.
He doesn't even need to kidnap you. Why would he? He likes your cozy apartment. To see you in your natural habitat with all your personal trinkets. Your books, your decorations, the contents of your fridge, your makeup, your clothes, not to mention the soft warmth of your bedâŚ
Sure, his sewer has its charm, but you probably wouldnât like it there very much. Not that it would stop him, but heâs sure youâd be boring if all you did was stay cooped up there all day.Â
This is much more interesting. To be there when you come home from work, having trifled through all your belongings, dragged everything out â made a mess like a new puppy would. To watch you try to cling to your sanity, going about life, trying to live it normally even when heâs right there on your sofa wanting to dish about how much you loath your pissy boss or that loud neighbor and what fun it might be to kill them.
You brush him off as intrusive thoughts â a manifestation within your mind. Thatâs the only explanation that allows you to keep your wits with you.
But itâs become hard to bring anyone home. Even though others can't see him, heâll walk about your friends and the odd date and comment on all the things they do, ridiculing them when they say something cheesy, feigning puking before giving it away with a snicker, then asking you why you bother hanging out with them at all. And you wonder if thatâs what you really think⌠why else would a figment of your imagination say something like that?
No. You decide. He doesnât represent your thoughts. Heâs just⌠a roommate who knows no boundaries.Â
Funny enough, you donât really recognize that heâs any dangerous before youâre getting dressed after a shower, opening a drawer on your dresser you rarely look in â only to find it overfilled with dozens of tiny shrunken heads.
You scurry back on the floor with your hand clasped over your mouth until your back meets your bed â skin crawling. Thereâs no air left in your lungs from the shock to produce any such thing as a scream â so instead, you start heaving â then crying.
âOh â I was wondering when youâd find them!â A cheer is heard from your bedroom threshold.
Your eyes pan to look at him â or it. Mahito, with a big grin on his face â clapping as though impressed by your performance.
���Wh-what â what is this?â You splutter, trying not to throw up â casting shifty glances over at the lump that had fallen to the floor â its face twisted with agony, unrecognizable, but you think you still knew⌠âWhat have you done?â
It doesnât smell of rot, but something else â like unwashed clothing â sweat and piss and shit â you donât understand how you hadnât smelled it before. You donât understand how you hadnât heard it before â the moaning, though only in hoarse weak voices, still there, in a chorus, crying in pain.
âIâve been studying them.â He says â casually, padding across the floor before bending down to pick the one up.
He looked at it with disappointment, throwing it up and catching it like one would a baseball â then clicked his tongue.Â
âBut I must say youâve got boring taste⌠I donât feel like I learned much of use from any of them at all.âÂ
He drops it to the floor in a fleshy splat, and you cringed anew â wanting to crawl away, wanting to get out, to call the police â maybe it wasnât such a bad idea to be committed â maybe there was something genuinely wrong with youâŚ
Mahito doesn't share your concerns, though. Heâs got his mind on other things.Â
âI think Iâll learn better through practice.â
You donât realize what heâs talking about before youâre being lifted up on the bed and then pushed down against it.
His lean but muscular frame has you dwarfed as he crawls after you â caging you between his arms and legs.
âI wouldnât mind the floor, but Iâm sure youâd prefer the bed. Thatâs how you humans usually like it, right?â He smiles â as though heâs doing you a favor.Â
Heâs taken off his usual tunic â showcasing a pale grey chest patchworked together in crude stitches â and you donât really understand why youâd ever conjure something that looked like it. So human, yet stillâŚÂ so not.Â
âI didnât know what size youâd want â they were all so different â but I think bigger is better, isnât it?â
It doesnât register before you feel the weight of it on your stomach.Â
Fat and warm, ridged with veins and hard against you.Â
Looking down, feeling the situation settle on your skin like the raw cold â you realize, though you donât understand it â Mahito isnât just some imaginary friend.Â
Whatever he is â heâs no such thing as a friend at all.
Your chest flares. âMahito, no â â
Your hands fly to try and push him off, but theyâre easily caught. His fingers stretch inhumanly like playdough, using only one hand to reign in both wrists, pinning them to the pillow above you.
âNo? Still too small?â He asks, as though your uproar had been a cry for more â his voice in a playful lilt. âI can make it bigger if you like~â
You squirm when the thing between your thighs grows an inch â swelling up into something fatter than your wrist â weighty and twitching atop you.Â
It alone churns your guts, but the sight of his face gleaming so innocently makes it all so much worse.Â
You whimper as he drags a rude finger through your folds â bluntly poking at your hole.
âYouâre supposed to be wet, no?â He posed, keen eyes watching your face grimace in discomfort â drilling his digit inside you despite it.Â
When knuckle-deep, he curled it, nail scraping into the gummy of your tender walls â making your whole body twist with an ache, shaking your head while sinking your teeth into your lip.
âStop-â You croaked pitifully, still trying to wring your wrists free â but the hand keeping them jailed had hardened into something that was no longer skin.
He just yawned at your struggle. âSo noisy...â Bored while looking down at you and the ugly way your lips curled at his crude fingering â but then his eyes widened. âWait â oh! I get it now! So, this is what kissing is forâŚâ
He didnât give you much time to turn away before his mouth locked on yours â more in an attempt to swallow than to kiss, feeding you his tongue â which felt so much longer than it should be â winding through you until it licked your gag-reflex and made you choke.
You tensed in response, clenching the finger prodding you â and he took it as an invitation to squeeze another in â making you squeal out a sob in his mouth.Â
But though it was a cruel ministration, it was enough to tickle the instinct â dragging wet out from within you, bathing the digits that now slid with greater ease in and out.
âSee~ I told you Iâd learn better through practice...â He mumbled against your lips â having felt the change â also noticing the quiet that befell you⌠looking so cute beneath him.Â
He chuckled â the taste of your kiss still warm and wet on his lips.
âThat really did shut you up, hm~Â you humans are so funny.â
That thing resting heavily on your belly does a little jump, and you flinch with it. Left panting after being throat-fucked by a tongue â youâre really only able to shake your head as he slips the beastly thing down between your thighs â its fat head licking your clit on its way until kissing your entrance.
Two fingers haven't done you any justice â nothing could â to prep you for something of that size.
âI think this is correctâŚâ He muses, nudging himself against the slim coin-sized hole â looking a little confused while he did so â though not exactly unsure of himself⌠more as though it was the whole procedure in and of itself that was at fault and not him. He was just following instructions, after all.
Sucking his teeth at the tautness, he continued to press the tip through you.Â
A whine was ripped from your chest as it arched off the bed â thighs quaking on each side of his hips, kept spread despite wanting to force themselves shut.
âItâs better if you relax.â He offered then, though without much sympathy. Sounding almost jaded â as though you were keeping him waiting.Â
But then a thumb pressed down on your clit, forcing another jolt to rush through you.Â
âWomen like to be touched here, right?â He rubbed crass circles into it â worse than amateurishly â rough patterns that bore no real intention of making you feel good.Â
Then his mouth slid from your mouth, down your neck â only to sink teeth in your tit.
âAnd here~â He giggled while nomming your nipple, rolling the little nib between his teeth before flicking over it with his tongue again and again, sucking on it harshly.
None of it made you relax like heâd suggested. Either way, he continued to sink his length one thick chub at a time as fast as your hole allowed. And soon enough, he reached your end before your hole could reach his. But that was no issueâŚ
The hand on your clit, cupped your mound instead â and beneath it, where warmth pooled, you felt inner things alter â change, rearrange, allowing the giant member inside you to sink deeper even though you knew there couldnât possibly be any deeper to go.
âWow~ look at thatâŚâ He awed when his pelvis smushed against your mound â kneading into your clit as he pressed a curious hand down on the bulge he was making in your belly.
Strings of drool stuck from his lips to your chest â and a sick look pooled in his eyes.
Thicker and thicker breaths left him. He swallowed thickly. Barely blinking.
âI think I get it nowâŚâ His voice had shed its humorous tone, now sounding soft with something you didnât want to have the attention of. âItâs like our souls are playing togetherâŚâÂ
His hand stroked your stomach â like he was petting something.
âFeels good.â
#yandere x reader#yandere#yandere x you#yandere imagines#yandere smut#yancore#yandere jjk#yandere jujutsu kaisen#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk#jjk x reader#jjk mahito#mahito smut#mahito#yandere mahito#mahito x reader#mahito jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen mahito#jjk imagines#jjk headcanons#jjk headers
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My thoughts during âThe Signâ [SPOILERS!!!!!]
ID in ALT
More thoughts under the cut
So I think most of us can agree that this is the best episode of Bluey so far. It was so emotional and satisfying in ways that are kinda new for Bluey. It answered so many questions while giving us a few new ones. Iâve been waiting for this episode for months and it did not disappoint in any way.
This is just a Chekovâs firing squad of an episode. As in a lot of stuff that was set up in earlier episodes all pay off in this episode. I kinda understand why people love soap operas now lol. I will say that this episode was a tad overwhelming for me in the best way possible. As in I had to pause and rewind every 30 seconds or so so I could emotionally process what was happening before moving forward (but thatâs a me thing). There was just so much going on and Iâm happy about that.
Now onto individual thoughts about specific things:
The callback to Baby Race (âyou took your first steps in that house!â) really got to me because Baby Race was the first episode of Bluey that I watched and it immediately made me fall in love with it so it just got to me.
When Chilli said âFrisky and I came up here as teenagers toâŚumâŚthink,â my mind started racing immediately with âwhat the FUCK happened at the Lookout?â âWho hurt Frisky and/or Chilli?â And Iâm just so curious about what made Chilli say that line like that but weâll probably never know what happened.
So yeah that scene at the end when the music was playing and Bandit ripped the sign out of the ground and Chilli tackled him to the ground ABSOLUTELY CHANGED my brain chemistry yâall. I canât articulate my feelings any more than that.
I know some people were upset that Brandy ended up getting pregnant but I thought it was great for her! Iâm happy for her! And I think that even though she got what she wanted in the end doesnât negate the feelings she had about her infertility earlier. But I think weâre all wondering who the father is and I donât know if the show really needs to answer that.
The whole message of âweâll seeâ in terms of if something is good or bad is such a mature message that I never really thought of like that so I will be taking that philosophy forward in life. Congratulations Bluey, you managed to teach a 22-year-old childless person something new and insightful about life that I donât think Iâve learned from another show.
I want to know more about what Bob was going through and feeling and why he went to India, but again, weâll probably never know.
I just love how the wedding photos were beautiful but imperfect. Like of course weâre not perfect and nothing will ever be perfect but itâs beautiful and worth remembering anyway.
So many little jokes and moments were so funny in a mature way (I.e. âare we allowed to do that?â And Nana thinking there was about to be a baby announcement) were just so funny and memorable.
I think some people would say itâs a cop-out to end up not selling the house after building it up for 2 episodes but I donât know, I think it works. I think Bluey and Bingo learned a valuable lesson and Bandit (and Chilli kinda) learned itâs not always about making their kids lives âperfectâ in their eyes. Also Iâm just personally glad they didnât end up selling the house and I also kinda like that it wasnât entirely their choice to keep it.
On a more serious note I think this episode has some interesting commentary on like gender roles and gender relations in straight relationships. In this episode Chilli and Frisky (both women) have to deal with their male significant others pressuring them to move with them far away from what they know and love. In the end they donât end up moving and the men didnât seem to have like malicious or selfish intent with it, they were just kinda basing their choices off their jobs instead of whatâs best emotionally for their loved ones. But I think itâs interesting to have this conflict where gender is kinda brought up in a way (âbecause your husband is making youâ). It kinda plays into the traditional idea of like men are the breadwinners and the family has to move with them regardless of what they actually want. And this episode kinda like deconstructs that and says âno, itâs not always about the job or money, itâs also sometimes about connections and emotional attachment.â And Iâm not saying that you should never move or whatever, but really weigh your options. I just thought that it was interesting that this episode kinda touched on that.
So yeah thatâs kinda the main thoughts I had on this episode if you made it this far thank you for reading my rambles and have a good one!
#Bluey#bluey the sign#meme#Bluey heeler#rad heeler#bandit heeler#chilli heeler#baby race#my ramblings#my rambles#frisky heeler#brandy cattle#spoilers#bluey the sign spoilers#bluey spoilers
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so what if im ovulating đ doesnt change anything
anyways closer to a full moon remus would be so mean and rough and sirius would have to be the one thats soft with you and praises you and its such a 180 it makes you feel even dizzier than you were already feeling, hed coo and tell you how âyoure doing such a good job for our moony, sweet girlâ and remus would just be grunting âmine mine mine mineâ
ive not rly studied for my exam do u think theyd pass me if i wrote this instead? xoxo
....... I'm not proud of this.......
wolfstar x fem/afab!reader close to the full moon (nsfw, 18+)
CW: pure filth, 100% smut. little fluff in the aftercare. p in v sex, cumming inside someone, over stimulation, slight subspace mention (?), slight dom/sub dynamics if you really squint and look at it sideways, writer is still new to writing smut and not well versed so be nice
There were quite a few things that Remus and Sirius had in common.
They were both very mischievous, they were both funny and teasing, they were both very protective and possessive, and they both seemed crazy about you.
But there were also a lot of differences between your two boyfriends.Â
Remus was calm and assured; he was your rock and safe space when life got crazy. He was the good cop to Siriusâ bad cop, he was always down to leave the party early, and he was so incredibly soft with you.
And Sirius, whilst soft on you, was rarely ever soft with you. He was boisterous and excitable; always down for fun and adventure. He was quick to anger but just as quick to fold when your lip wobbled or you bat your eyelashes at him, and he knew how to push all of your buttons like a professional pianistâs fingers dancing along the keys of your soul.Â
And it was because of this that you found your current predicament quite contrary to the norm (and thus, so much hotter).Â
âIâŚI canât, I canât.â You cried breathlessly; currently held upright by a strong arm around your ribs and another hand gripping your neck.
The only response you got from the boy behind you was a low grumble as he tightened his grip on you and thrusted into you with new vigor.Â
âCan you give Rem one more, sweetness?â Your usually very brazen boyfriend murmured softly, pushing some of your sweaty hair away from your face so he could see you.Â
You keened and shook your head as you felt Remus move his hand that had been roughly gripping your waist down to your clit; every muscle in your body strung taut in response.Â
âSheâs close.â Remus gruffed from behind you before replacing his teeth gently into your neck.
âAre you close, sweets?â Sirius confirmed.Â
It was too much, too much. You were very quickly reaching your⌠(third? Fourth?) orgasm of the evening and you werenât even sure youâd been going at it for that long.Â
Sirius was in much the same state, currently soft and satiated below you where heâd just spilled down your throat before you were pulled back up vertically to the sound of steady chants of âmineâ by Remus.Â
That had been his third of the evening too.Â
âYouâve been so good, baby; so good for our Moony, yeah?â He cooed at you softly as he sat up. You felt tears form in your eyes as Remus shifted you in his grip so that your knees were barely touching the bed any longer.Â
âTell her sheâs been a good girl, Moons.â Sirius encouraged gently, taking your hand in his that you quickly held in a death grip.
âSâgood.â Remus nearly growled behind you. âMy perfect girl.â
You cried out as you felt yourself fall over the edge one last time, tears falling down your cheeks as Remus fucked you through it.
Remus shifted his hands again to grip each of your wrists behind your hips and let your torso fall forward into the bed as he sped up his already merciless pace into your sopping cunt; the sound of his skin slapping against yours echoing against the walls of the room.Â
You felt Siriusâ hand push hair away from your neck and rub a thumb against your temple.Â
âGonna fill your good girl up, Rem?â He purred to your boyfriend.
Though you couldnât see it, you could hear the two of them share a deep kiss which never even slowed Remusâ thrusts.Â
âMine.â Remus repeated as he pulled away from Sirius.
âAll yours, Moony. Show her how much you love her, hm?â
And with that, Remusâ thrusts stuttered before he was spilling deep inside of you.
He came with a sound that bordered a whine and a growl as he fell forward; his body blanketing yours and burying his face into your neck as you both fought to catch your breath.
Youâre not sure if you had fallen asleep, but the next thing you knew you could feel gentle kisses being pressed to your shoulder as Remus pulled out of you as gently as possible; with how oversensitive you were, it still caused you to hiss.
âIâm sorry, Iâm so sorry, dovey.â He whispered; pressing more kisses to your neck. âAre you sore?â
You whined in response and tried to shove your face further into the bed.
âTalk to us baby, are you okay?â Sirius added, appearing beside you and encouraging you to face him.
âMâOkay.â You mumbled, staring what you were sure was rather dopily at your long-haired boyfriend.
âI think Pads ran you a bath, sweet thing.â Remus murmured quietly, rubbing soothing strokes up and down your spine from behind you. âYou feel okay to get up?â
âYeah.â You sighed, though made no movements to rise from your current horizontal position.
You heard Sirius chuckle but Remus made a sympathetic cooing sound. âIâm so sorry, dovey. Are you sore?â
âNo. Just sensitive.â You grumbled as you pushed yourself up to sit back on your ankles. âThat was a lot.â
Remus sighed and brushed some hair away from your face. âIt was a lot, but was it too much?â He clarified; tone inlaid with a subtle vulnerability completely at odds with the relentlessness heâd just treated you with.
âNo.â You said as you offered him a sleepy smile. âNot too much.â
âI, for one, had a ton of fun.â Sirius said with a clap of his hands, causing Remus to snort a laugh.
âYeah I bet you did.â He responded teasingly.Â
âWanna take a bath, princess? Go pee and then you can climb in with moons.â Sirius instructed as he helped you stand up on slightly wobbly legs.Â
âNo, she can climb in with you.â Remus argued.Â
âWhy would she climb in with me? I ran the bath for the two of you.â
âI was the one who took things too far, so-â Remus started, causing both you and Sirius to squawk in protest.
âShe just said it wasnât too much.â Sirius drawled. âLet me take care of you guys!â
âNo!âYou listened to the two boys argue over who got to perform the aftercare for the other (and thus, who loved each other the most, according to Sirius) as you went pee and then sunk into the perfectly drawn bath alone.
#marauders era#marauders au#mutual love#reader insert#self insert#marauders fanfiction#sirius black#remus lupin#wolfstar#poly!wolfstar#poly!wolfstar x reader#poly!wolfstar x you#wolfstar x reader#wolfstar x you#sirius black x reader#sirius black x you#remus lupin x reader#remus lupin x you#sirius black x remus lupin#wolfstar smut#poly!wolfstar smut#elle does smut#ellecdc fics
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The idea of Wade as a used car salesman found a love of his life during his midlife crisis before he met Logan. They donât have a clue that heâs Deadpool. They just fall in love with Wade the used car salesman Wade Wilson, even see him as a funny, harmless person till one day his partner showing a picture of Deadpool and goes âHe looks hot, could we find some costume to wear next time we fuck, dear?â
Wade totally forgot that heâs retired from Deadpool cause heâs in his suit, ready to fuck the love of his life for eternity. đ
Wade Wilson knew he was in love the first time you cried laughing over one of his stupid jokes.
Youâre probably too good for him with your easy smile and kind heart, and he knows heâs punching above his weight when he asks you out - but somehow you end up saying yes.Â
At the bar that night he keeps you laughing until there are tears in your eyes and then continues the show in bed. Itâs so lovely to have you all giggly under him, pressed into the mattress as he makes you cum so hard all you can do is moan.Â
You lie there, walking your fingers up and down his chest, molasses-slow as the streetlights outside your apartment silhouette you both in fluorescence.Â
âI like you, Wade. Youâre nice,â you sigh, in a way which suggests you donât often meet nice people. Ah man, he fucking melts. Heâs never letting you go.Â
Your relationship is pretty easy. He never feels like he has to work to impress you or keep you onside, you like him for him. Itâs a⌠refreshing feeling, from a world where Wade Wilson constantly feels like heâs too much.Â
He catches the Deadpool keyring on your house keys one night after the two of you have grabbed pizza on the way home; spotting the telltale red and black while trying to keep a pile of boxes in place between his hands and his chin.Â
âOh, Deadpool fan?â he asks, trying to affect nonchalance. He sees you get a little flustered.Â
âI mean⌠yeah? Back in his heyday I thought he was cute, kindâve a shame he disappeared. Merc with a mouth, whatâs not to love?â you pause for a second. âHe reminds me of you actually.â
Wade laughs at that way too loud and way too hard.
âWhat? No. Thatâs crazy!â
You throw him a side-eye but donât comment further.Â
He lets it rest for a couple of days so as not to draw suspicion, but when you make yourself a cup of coffee and his own mask is staring back at him from the ceramic, he canât hide his wandering eyes.Â
âWhatâs up?â you ask.Â
âNothing. Just didnât realise they made those.â He didnât get a cut. Should he have gotten a cut? Would have been nice if whoever had merchandised his face had asked him if he was cool with it. Â
âOh, look, everyone has a crush on at least one superhero, okay? Itâs impossible not to. Theyâre everywhere and theyâre hot!â
He lets himself digest this. You think Deadpool is a superhero? He didnât get that much. Mostly he was referred to as âgodâs curse to crimefightingâ. But also you have a crush on him? Both of these facts are⌠interesting.Â
âI⌠think Deadpool is hot, too,â Wade blurts out when he realises heâs been silent for ten uninterrupted seconds.Â
âOh,â you reply, settling down a little when it turns out heâs in agreement with you. âWell, cool! Glad we can agree.â
Phew. Got outta that one, then.Â
He really doesnât think any more of it, or tries not to, until a couple of weeks later when you bring it up in bed.Â
âWade, can I ask something kinda kinky?â
Cuddled in post-coital bliss, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin, he pauses.Â
âAbso-fuckinâ-lutely, sweet cheeks. Iâd be offended if you didnât.â
âHow do you feel about roleplay?â
He turns to you with a grin which threatens to split his face in half.
âOh, youâve been keeping that under your hat!â he laughs, âBut, in answer to the question, very positive. What were you thinking? Cop and criminal? Nurse and patient? Iâm down to play any of those roles by the way, I believe in equal gender opportunities in the bedroom.â
You chuckle, but when you tuck a piece of hair behind your ear and try to work out how to phrase the next part of the question, he cottons on.Â
âOh my god. You want me to roleplay Deadpool, donât you?â
âItâs okay if you donât want to! Itâs just, you said you thought he was sexy⌠so I wonderedâŚâ
He puts a finger on your lips, stoppering the spill of panic from your lips.Â
âBaby, I am so down to clown that you might as well call me Pennywise. Let me sort the details and Iâll give you the best night of in-character boning thatâs ever been known to man.â
You look giddy at that promise. Truth be told, heâs kinda excited himself.Â
Wade retrieves the suit the next day and feels a little weird putting it back on, covering his body again with red and black. When heâs done this in the past itâs in order to go and kill like, a lot of people, not to fulfil a fantasy. But hey - thereâs a first time for everything. And itâll make you so happy, too.
You scream when he taps on your window from his perch on your fire escape. Admittedly he should have told you he was coming, but he thought it could be a fun and sexy surprise. He was wrong.Â
âWHAT THE FUCKâ!â
Wade whips off the mask as you lunge for your kitchen knife set, hands up in a gesture of peace.Â
âBaby! Babe, itâs just me!â
You go limp with relief, leaning against the counter to support yourself.Â
âHoly shit! Wade, what the fuck do you think youâreâŚâ
You trail off as you take in the picture of your boyfriend crawling in through the tiny window decked out in his suit. An eyebrow raises.Â
âOh.â
âYeah! See, I told you Iâd sort it.â
Anger and fear now completely ablated, you walk a slow circle around where he stands in your kitchen, appraising his look.Â
âThis is a high quality suit. Where did you get it?â
âPeter,â he says quickly. This isnât a lie. He did get it from Peter⌠Peterâs locker anyway. You look confused.Â
âOur coworker Peter?â When Wade nods you furrow your brow. âHe⌠he hasnât fucked in this suit, has he?â
âNo!â says Wade with far too much force. Actually he canât prove that. Now itâs an image he canât shake from his mind. Not super conducive to the mood.Â
He takes a knife from his belt, and your eyes go wide in a mixture of panic and arousal.Â
âOh my godâŚâ
âItâs blunt! Well. Itâs sharp enough for me to cut your underwear off, which Iâve been rocking a semi all day from imaginingâŚâ
From the smile which takes up your face, he knows heâs done right.Â
Any way you ask him to fuck you, he does. Over your dresser. Against your wall. While running the dulled point of baby knife over the curve of your ass as he pistons his hips inside you, getting the mess of your cum all over the front of his suit. Itâs filthy. Itâs fantastic.Â
But when you lay there cuddled up to his chest that night, Wade feels⌠conflicted. It isnât that heâs lying to you, exactly, but it feels like heâs keeping a pretty fucking big secret.Â
If you knew, would you still like him? Still want to be with him? Having a crush on a superhero is one thing, but being with one is entirely different. Ask any of the assorted Spider-Man and their various fucked up partners. It isnât always pretty.
As if determined to take his mind away from this thought you nuzzle into his side, blissfully fucked out. He buries his lips into your hair.Â
It never needs to be an issue. Deadpool is retired. Heâs never gonna be used for non-kinky reasons again.Â
âŚright?
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summary: your uncle catches you sneaking from the keep and decides you need to be punished, but finds a sweet surprise instead
pairing: daemon x niece!reader
warnings: mature/explicit, 18+ (minors dni!), no use of y/n, afab reader, canon typical incest, infidelity but it's not really mentioned rhaenyra just exists lol, mentions of menstruation, reader is on her period, period kink on daemon's part, blood kink, blood, spanking, mild coercion, oral (f receiving), masturbation (m), slight corruption kink, good cop/bad cop daemon
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âUncle, please!â You plead again, though you know itâs useless; your voice carries in the empty corridors of the Keep, âI promise I wonât do it again! I swear it!âÂ
Daemon merely grunts in response, his grip on your shoulder tightening while he guides you along. You struggle to keep up with his long strides, his quick pace nearly knocking you over; your heart leaps into your throat when youâre finally tugged to a lurching stop.
âIn you get,â he says gruffly, leaving you no room to argue as he ushers you into his study, âYou and I have much to discuss, little niece.â
Huffing petulantly, you duck under his arm and slowly make your way into the small chamber. Truthfully, it was normally used as storage for the library but since Daemon and Rhaenyra and their sons had been back in Kingâs Landing, he had all but commandeered it for himself and had ordered that a writing desk be brought into the room. Glancing around at the various high bookshelves, you wince when he finally pulls the door closed.Â
âNow,â he drawls, walking around to stand before you, arms crossed over his broad chest, âDo you want to explain to me exactly why I found you sneaking through the halls at this hour?â His violet eyes bore into yours, making you feel flush under his exacting stare.Â
âI was merely going to the kitchens!â You murmur defensively, holding his gaze for only a second longer before glancing away, âI just⌠I was going to get more of the lemon cakes we had at dinner this evening! I know itâs naughty, but I ââ
âNo,â he cuts you off, voice low and firm as he narrows his eyes at you, no doubt seeing through your lies with ease. âYou were being naughty, sweet niece, I dare say that bit is true,â he smirks, hooking a finger under your chin and forcing your eyes up toward his, âBut we both know it wasnât lemon cakes you were after.â
âI-It was!â You try once more, internally flinching at the way your voice cracks.
âThis is a very fine dress for simple lemon cakes, then, isnât it?â His brows raise knowingly while his other hand comes up to pluck at an embroidered sleeve.Â
âWell⌠well it wouldnât be proper to be out in my night ââ
âSo, itâs propriety youâre so concerned with now, is it?â He cuts you off again, smirking wildly as heâs hardly even having to work at cornering you, the sweet little thing that you are, âThatâs quite funny, seeing as how itâs also very improper for a young lady, a young princess at that, to be out galavanting around Kingâs Landing all nightâŚâ
You balk at that, lips parting in surprise as your brows furrow. âI wasnât!â You quickly breathe, voice sounding more like a mousey little squeak, âI would never, uncle! I merely⌠I o-only got dressed to go to ââ
âCome now,â he says slowly, voice low but firm, âThis isnât even the same pretty dress you had on at dinner. If youâre going to lie, at least try and be good at it.â
You open your mouth instinctually, a defensive reply ready on your tongue, though you quickly think better of it and snap your lips shut once more, jaws clenched. Your eyes flit away from him and your heart hammers in your chest; you hate the way you can feel blood rushing to your cheeks as you swallow thickly, fighting against the tightness building at the back of your throat, the stinging behind your eyes.Â
âShh, thereâs no need for all that,â he murmurs, swiping a thumb beneath your eye to quickly wipe away an errant tear; your breath catches in your throat at how quickly he can shift from intimidating to doting.Â
âPlease⌠please donât tell my mother,â you whine, switching to bargaining instead, âIf she finds out, I wonât be allowed out again until Iâm married and Gods know when that might beâŚâ
He chuckles at that, a playful smirk on his lips when he shakes his head. âI wonât tell on you, sweetling,â he all but croons, making you relax somewhat until you see a devious gleam in his eyes, âIf you tell me what you were really up to. Because I know damn well it wasnât lemon cakes.â
Your heart sinks again and you chew at your bottom lip for a moment, nervously wringing your hands. You cannot tell him the truth, you know that much but you hardly trust yourself to speak at all, fearing heâll work it out of you one way or another.
Daemonâs impatient grumble makes you wince. âI was just⌠just going to a tavern! Honest!â You rush out, squeaking and stumbling over your words like a nervous mouse, âI merely wanted to go out on my own! Just once!â
He stays silent for a moment, eyes boring into yours and narrowing just slightly, before he sighs heavily and shakes his head. âWhat in the world were you thinking?â He murmurs, sounding exactly as he does when he scolds little Joffrey, âDo you have any idea what mightâve happened to you?â
âI wouldâve been careful!â
âItâs not about what you wouldâve done, naive little thing,â he snickers, making your cheeks flush, âCertainly youâre aware that nearly every man in that wretched city would give to ââ
âIâm quite aware,â you interject, snapping in annoyance and shuddering at the thought of what he was insinuating.Â
âCareful,â your uncle warned, gaze darkening and growing serious once more, âDonât take that tone with me, I could very well march you right to your mother; youâll be lucky to be made a septa if she catches wind of this.â
Your jaws clench and you have to fight the urge to scoff, to roll your eyes. âWell, I donât appreciate you speaking to me like Iâm some idiotic child!â
âOh, arenât you?â He huffs, taking a step closer to you, âOnly an idiotic little fool would venture into Kingâs Landing in the dead of night to get up to Gods know what with Gods know who!âÂ
âI told you!â You bite back, trying to keep your voice steady, âWe wouldâve been ââÂ
The air feels as if itâs been sucked out of the room by the time you manage to shut yourself up, though itâs already much too late. Daemonâs head tilts to the side curiously, a sinister smirk on his lips once more, the second you squeeze your eyes shut and internally scold yourself for making such an error.
âWe?âÂ
âAegon,â you admit after a tense moment, knowing thereâs hardly any use in drawing it out further.
âAh, Aegon,â he drawls, chuckling to himself as he nods, âLetting big brother take you on a tour of the city then?â
âSomething like that,â your voice is little more than a whisper while you nervously bite at your lip, keeping your eyes downcast.
âMy, my,â you can practically feel the smugness radiating off of him as he circles you, arms behind his back, âAn unplucked little flower, galavanting around the city, and with a married man, no less.â
Again, you clench your jaw as anger builds within you, grinding your teeth together while you will yourself to just stay quiet. You canât help but remember a story Aegon had told you once, years before. At the time, you thought it was nothing more than a rumor, just old family gossip compounded by the murmurings of smallfolk. Now, though, just the mere chance that there may be even a sliver of truth to it makes your blood run hot.Â
How dare he.
Daemon snickers again, the sound of it makes you clench your fists. âI do wonder what my dearest brother would think of that.â
âYes, uncle, what would father think?â You snap before you can help yourself, lips set into a tight frown while you peer up at him.
âI said careful ââ
âBecause heâs heard all of that before, hasnât he?â You try, heart skipping a beat when his eyes widen just slightly before quickly narrowing again.
âWatch yourself.â
âNo!â You scoff, chest heaving with a righteous rage, âYouâre no better than me, certainly no better than Aegon â doing the exact same thing to Rhaenyra! Youâve no right to lecture me in this ââ
âI married her, that is the difference,â he says lowly, a harshness to his tone youâve never heard before; he grips your shoulder with one hand, fingers digging almost painfully into your skin, âI made an honest woman of her, something your drunken cunt of a brother cannot ever do.â
âAn honest woman,â you scoff, some part of your subconscious is begging you to shut up but you ignore it, âHonest enough to birth three strong boys, isnât that right uncle?âÂ
Thatâs the final nail in your proverbial coffin â echoing Aemondâs words from earlier in the evening, though you suppose you at least had the wherewithal to not ruin dinner.Â
âThatâs it,â Daemon snaps, violet eyes burning with a fire that would rival that of the Dragonmont, âI really didnât want to have to do this, princess.â
Your brows furrow for only a second and youâre silently planning an escape route as he presses against your shoulder, assuming that heâs making good on his threats to parade you before your parents. Your cheek is already pressing against the smooth, dark wooden surface of the desk before you register that he was never pushing you toward the door.Â
Flustered and disoriented, alarm bells ring in your head as you squirm against the hand on your back, pinning you down. Your eyes widen when you feel him tugging your skirts up, panic flooding through you when you realize what heâs doing.
âUncle, please!â You plead, bracing your hands against the desk as you attempt to push yourself up to no avail, âIâm sorry, truly! I didnât mean it!â
âEnough!â Daemon barks, pulling your skirts up over your backside and letting the fabric bunch in against the small of your back, âYou need to be taught some manners, little brat.âÂ
You hardly have time to take in another lungful of air before his hand is cracking down against your rear, making you yelp even as the pain of it is dulled by the thin fabric of your smallclothes. You fight against his hold all the while, grunting and squirming like a rabbit in a trap.Â
Unfortunately, he realizes after a moment that this particular method doesnât seem to be quite enough. A little panicked yell is wrenched from your lips when you feel his fingers hook into the waist of your smallclothes, making an icy chill run down your spine for an altogether different reason than the threat of pain.
âUncle Daemon, wait!â You beg, shoving an arm behind your back and attempting to bat away his hand, âY-You canât, you mustnât!â
âCome now,â he scoffs, easily pushing your hand away, âItâs only a backside, sweet niece, you think I havenât seen one before?â
âItâs not tha ââ
âAnd you seemed more than prepared to let dearest Aegon see much more than that, hm?â He drawls, going to tug at the fabric once more.
âI wasnât!â You try again, desperate to make him understand, âW-We couldnât have done anything, anyway!â
âCouldnât have doneâŚ?â He questions, brows furrowing as he finally wrenches your smallclothes over the curve of your rear, tugging them unceremoniously down until they hang at your knees. Itâs only then that he sees the issue, unable to keep the smirk off of his face as he hears you whine softly against the desk.Â
This is what all that fuss was about? He thinks, eyes trailing over the bright red streaks, tacky on your inner thighs, until they settle on the blood soaked linens folded in the gusset of your underwear.Â
âNothing I havenât seen before,â he sighs, the hand on your back rubbing up and down in a way that would be soothing in any other circumstance. âNow, what were you saying?â He asks casually, like heâs talking to you about the weather and like your arse isnât out on display.Â
âAegon⌠Aegon and I couldnât have done anything anyway,â you try again, praying heâll take mercy on you, âBecause of, wellâŚâ
âBecause of what? A little blood?â
You merely nod, flushing so badly that your cheeks tingle as blood rushes to them.
âOh, you sweet little lamb,â he coos, suddenly bringing a hand down against your rear again, smirking when you yelp at the sting, âDo you think men care about getting their swords a little bloody?â
He doesnât give you a chance to answer as he smacks you again, easily holding you down when you begin struggling once more. Again, his eyes trail over your slit, heart quickening in his chest while he admires the crimson against your skin. Rhaenyra has only let him have her like this a scant few times, the pains that come along with her monthly blood keeping her from arousal and though he has not given into his cravings, he would be a fool to deny them.Â
His jaw clenches as he grits his teeth, spanking you yet again, alternating between cheeks, before soothing the sting with gentle caresses and smirking when you shiver at the soft touch. You remind him of her, you always have, though heâs never voiced it. All youthful vigor, filled with an untamed confidence that only naivety can bring, and with a fiery temper to match â more like your half-sister than you knew.Â
Perhaps his desires could be managed in⌠other avenues.Â
He brings his hand down once more, relishing the way you squirm and cry, your delicate skin hot beneath his palm. His member stirs, pressing angrily against the ties of his trousers, when he notices a little rivulet of red running down your inner thigh.
âYou know,â he starts, petting his hand over your back while you sob, tears leaking onto his desk, âMany men quite enjoy their women this way, sweet niece.â
He smirks when he hears your breath hitch, swears he can hear your heart fluttering like the wings of a little bird in the quiet chambers.Â
âWarm, open⌠slick,â he drawls, taking a second to squeeze at the soft skin at the back of your thigh, the very tip of his thumb just barely running through a little crimson drip. He brings his hand up, marvels at the dark droplet staining his finger for only a second, before flicking it away with his tongue.Â
You gasp, having been watching curiously from the corner of your eye as an altogether different kind of heat swarms your veins. You donât fight his hold any longer, victim to his spell even as your mind wars with itself.Â
âI-Itâs messy, thoughâŚâ You try, your voice sounding unconvincing to your own ears; you swallow nervously when he chuckles.Â
âMm, itâs not all that different from any other honeyed hole, sweet niece,â Daemon soothes, putting your worries at ease while he trails a hand over your inner thighs, licking his lips at the way your tacky skin feels against his fingers, âIt can be messy, yes, but⌠some men prefer mess.â
Do you? You wonder, although you already know the answer, legs spreading unconsciously at his touches. A whine slips from your lips when he moves his hand back up, rubbing it over your still sore backside.Â
âStill stings?â He asks, one eyebrow raised. He tuts when you nod, soothing you gently, like the sting isnât his fault, âLucky for you, I know just the thing for it.â
âWhatâŚ?â You question, brows furrowing as you attempt to push yourself up from the desk, only to be pushed back down against it â albeit a little gentler this time.Â
âYou just relax,â he croons, all traces of the anger from before gone; the fires within him extinguished at the thought of finally getting what heâs missed for so long, âLet uncle kiss it better, hm?â
A shiver goes through you at his words and your breath catches in your throat, eyes wide as you feel him move around you, slinking from his place at your side to your back. Fabric rustles behind you and just as you open your mouth to ask whatâs going on, a loud gasp tears itself from your throat.Â
Daemon kneels on the floor behind you, bent down on one knee, and leans in, pressing a gentle, feather light kiss against one cheek before alternating to the other. His hands grab at your hips, holding you in place, eyes trained on the side of your head drinking in the little flashes of emotion on your face â shock and uncertainty slowly giving way to a cautious curiosity. He could work with that.Â
âFeeling better?â He husks, smirking against your soft skin when he sees you nod, hears the little whimper halfway trapped in your throat. He carries on, pearlescent hair tickling the backs of your thighs each time he leans in, kissing your skin. Eventually, his touches begin to linger, hands rubbing over the sides of your thighs while his tongue licks against you every so often. The soft, patient touches soothe you, tamper your worry, and soon enough pleased little sighs and hums begin filling the room, music to his ears.Â
Quickly, he pulls at the ties of his trousers, groaning against the curve where your ass and thigh meet when his member springs free, bobbing against his lower belly. Wrapping a hand around himself, he continues â kissing and licking along the backs of your thighs before finally reaching what he most desires.
âU-Uncle!â You gasp, eyes squeezing shut when he licks into the crease of your thigh, the skin there no doubt smeared with the blood you can feel running down your legs every few moments, painting streaks of red down to your knees.Â
Your feeble little warble is drowned out by the deep, throaty growl that leaves him â a man dying of thirst finally finding an oasis in the desert. He nudges at your thigh, panting a low, âGood girl,â when you part them more â as much as your smallclothes, still bunched around your knees, will allow. His head spins thinking of how passionate youâll become with more experience, already so eager.
âFuck,â he mumbles, spitting into his palm and grunting while he works a hand over his cock, panting as he admires your flowering center for a moment â your little petals shining, crimson staining your skin nearly all the way down to your knees. He feels like a man possessed, drunk and proud as his cock twitches against his palm.Â
Another groan rumbles in his chest when he dives in, all thoughts of being gentle and slow thrown to the wayside as he presses his face against you, uncaring as to whether he can fill his lungs or not.Â
âDaemon!â You yelp, hands scrambling over the smooth surface of the desk, mind reeling while you try to find something, anything to hold onto. His tongue is unlike anything youâve ever felt, eons better than the way your own fingers feel pressed against your cunt in the wee hours of the morning.Â
Your chest heaves when he groans against you, tongue toying with the stiff little bud at the apex of your slit for a second before he fucks it into you, all but punching whines and moans from your throat. Your cheeks flush at the sound of it, the slick, wet sounds of his tongue working against you almost painfully loud in the small study.Â
His hips rut into his hand as he suckles at your pearl, burying his nose into you while deep moans resound in his chest â head clouded at the taste of you, at the slick feel of your blood against his lips, on his tongue.Â
Gods, heâs missed this.Â
The fire in his belly builds steadily while he takes what he needs from you, the little throbs your cunt gives around his tongue only serving to push him further and further toward the end.Â
âSeven Hells, you taste divine,â he growls, rubbing his thumb over the head of his cock, his other hand tugging an arse cheek to the side, opening you more for him before skimming his fingers over your taut bud, smirking at the way your core clenches.Â
âPlease, please,â you pant, hips canting against the edge of the desk, breath foggy against the dark wood.
âDonât worry, sweetling,â he murmurs, licking your taste from his lips, âIâm not done with you yet.âÂ
Your knees nearly buckle when he licks you again, laving his tongue over the entirety of you â lapping from your pearl almost all the way up to your other hole, the thought of such a thing stealing the air from your lungs. Your mind reels as he suckles at you, core aching from how tightly the knot in your tummy is wound.Â
Daemon growls against you, the rhythm of his hand stuttering the closer he gets, stones pulling tight as he nears his end. He can tell youâre close as well from the way you press back against him, rutting on his tongue while breathy little moans tumble, unbidden, from your lips.Â
The thought of your wet cunt clenching around his tongue causes his length to pulse again, causes it to leak against his fingers. Gods, he needs that.Â
âAh!â You pant when he redoubles his efforts and presses his tongue as far into you as he can, groan rumbling against you as he nuzzles into your folds, savoring the sweet coppery taste on his tongue.Â
He feasts then, hand striping up and down his cock with abandon while he fucks his tongue into you, curling it and pressing it against as much of you as he can while his chin presses against your pearl, pulling loud cries from you.Â
âU-Uncle, uncle, I⌠Gods, Daemon, IâmâŚâ you stutter, words dying on your lips as pleasure threatens to white out your mind. You pant, breathlessly rocking against his face while your body tenses, instinctively preparing for the incoming onslaught.Â
He grunts into you, fucking into his fist while his other hand squeezes at your arse. His eyes roll back in his head when he feels you tighten on his tongue, your walls finally beginning to suck at him in earnest. Just as his stones tighten to the point of no return, he smacks his hand against your rear once more, groaning victoriously as the dam finally breaks.Â
âFuck!â You shout, muscles tensing and falling limp all in the same breath as your high slams into you, rough and unforgiving â heightened by your menstrual flux. You can hear Daemon grunting and growling behind you, your cunt pulsing on his tongue.Â
Below you, he feels as if heâs ascended to the clouds, stomach lurching like it does when Caraxes takes flight. He groans, long and loud, against you, into you, as his cock throbs, spend splashing down against his trousers, dripping to the floor.Â
âO-Oh!â You breathe, hips twitching as he licks over you for a moment more, taking all he can. Your little tired cries make him chuckle as his touches border on overstimulation. He finally takes mercy on you and pulls away with a satisfied sigh, tucking his member back into his trousers as he stands, grunting at the soreness of his knee.Â
Thereâs a heady fondness in his eyes as he lets them trail over you, watching as you catch your breath, limp. âFeel okay?â He asks, petting a hand down your spine before bending to press a sweet kiss against the back of your shoulder.Â
You nod, your cheek slick against the desk while you finally start coming back to yourself. âGods,â you sigh tiredly, blinking the fog from your eyes.Â
Daemon chuckles at that, his normally mouthy niece reduced to little sighs. He pulls a handkerchief from his pocket and walks to a small mirror on the wall, well really an old, polished placard, but itâll do.Â
His eyes widen when he catches sight of himself, features distorted somewhat in the reflective golden surface, but clear enough to see the blood left on his skin. A smirk grows on his lips and he lets himself admire it for a second, mind flashing back to the aftermath of his victory against the Crabfeeder, before he begins wiping at his skin.Â
From the corner of his eye, he sees you beginning to stir, arms shaking as you push yourself up from the desk. He stares at his reflection for a moment, jaw clenching as his heart pangs feebly.Â
With a sigh, he walks the few steps over to you and steadies you, pressing a hand to your back. âCareful,â he warns, playful glint in his eyes while he guides you to the spare chair against the wall and coaxes you to sit, not caring if the fabric gets stained, âYouâll give me a complex.âÂ
Your lips quirk into a smile at that and you chuckle, eyes widening when you finally get a good look at him. âOhhâŚâ you balk, not expecting to see blood, your blood, trailing down his chin, painting him like a satiated lion, âIâm⌠Iâm sorryâŚâ You murmur, not knowing what else to say.Â
âWhy?â He chuckles, affectionately carding his fingers through your hair as he blindly wipes at his face a little more, âDid you not enjoy it?âÂ
âI didâŚâ you admit softly, bashful before him now. Strength seems to find you again and you bend forward to pull up your smallclothes, only to stop yourself when Daemon leans down to do it himself.Â
âThen thereâs no reason to be sorry,â he says with a sigh, pulling your smallclothes back into place and letting you adjust them to your fancy, âBlood can be wiped away, sweetling.âÂ
âIâm sorry for what I said earlier too,â you murmur, wringing your hands while the two of you stand together. You watch as he busies himself with righting his clothes, making sure his trousers are tied well and smoothing out his tunic. You canât help thinking that he looks handsome like this, finally seeing him how Rhaenyra might.Â
Nervously, you pull at your skirts, smoothing them out and fidgeting with your bodice. You look up when he clears his throat, surprised to be met with a smile.Â
âAs I said,â he placed a hand on your shoulder, gentle this time, âBlood can be wiped away, sweet girl.â
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Survival Skills
Summary: Suguru has to go on a business trip, leaving you and Satoru to fend for yourselves. Will you be able to? A/N: I really really like this fic. I thought the idea of you and Gojo trying to figure out how to manage without Suguru would be very funny. I doubt Suguru minds caring for either of you, my whole thing about him is that he needs to be needed. Comments always appreciated!
CW: SFW, Fluff, Polyamory, Food, Teasing, Humor, Comfort, Light Angst, Suggestive Joke, Very Mild Infidelity Joke, Gender Neutral Reader, They/Them Reader W/C: 6,697
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âAlright, I made some garden pasta for the both of you. Itâs in the fridge. I also left out some recipes in case you guys go through that fast.âÂ
You stand next to the door, staring up at Suguru as he lists off the food he had left for you and Satoru. He was such a worrier, if you didnât know any better you would think Suguru thought the both of you might starve the second he left.Â
On second thought, you might.Â
âThank you Suguru-â you start.Â
âAnd I left some chicken in the fridge for tonightâs dinner. It just needs to be cooked, I already marinated it, it's that one you liked from-â He interrupts you, his lips twisted in a frown.Â
â-Thank you, Suguru.â You grab him by the arms, holding him firmly as you cut him off.Â
Suguru stops talking, no doubt getting the message. You had been trying to get him out the door for thirty minutes now, you were certain the taxi driver outside was nearly losing his mind.Â
Suguru peeks over your head, sliding past you to walk towards Satoru. He was laying on the couch, his long limbs hanging over the edge. You really should get a bigger couch.Â
Suguru leans down and places a kiss on Satoruâs lips, almost melting down when Satoru lifts a hand up to hold the back of his head. The sight almost brings you to your knees.Â
âDo you really have to go?â Satoru asks when Suguru peels himself off.Â
Suguru hums before squeezing Satoruâs shoulder, turning around to face you once more.Â
âAre you sure you guys are going to be okay?â Worry is etched into his face.Â
âYes, mom. We'll be fine.â You reassure him, even though the words feel hollow.Â
Would you be fine? You and Satoru were grown adults, fully capable of handling yourselves.Â
âIf Satoru got an extra kiss, I want one too.âÂ
Suguruâs face relaxes into a smile as he leans down, placing a gentle hand on your cheek. His lips slip perfectly between yours. You have to fight the urge to drag him back inside.Â
A horn sounds out, breaking the tender moment.The cab was still waiting.Â
âOkay. Text me if you need anything.â Suguru speaks, punctuating each word with a kiss.Â
The overt signs of affection soothe your nerves the slightest bit. Everything would be fine. And you wouldnât be completely alone. Satoru would be here with you.
Your fingers tremble as you close the door behind Suguru, and an unnerving silence begins to take hold of your residence. It wouldnât be silent for long though, not when you had Satoru in the house.Â
âSo what do you wanna do now? We could throw a rager and party till the cops show up.â Satoru proposes.Â
You snort and drag your feet away from the door, bringing yourself to the couch.Â
âWe would need to have friends to do that, Satoru.âÂ
âWh- I have friends, donât know about you though.âÂ
You roll your eyes while he snickers to himself. Your foot nudges his leg, and he clicks his tongue. You wouldnât throw a party, although the noise and commotion would have been greatly appreciated.Â
âCome on, why donât we eat some of the leftovers Suguru made and put something on.âÂ
Satoru sighs dramatically at your denial of a party before sitting up.Â
You dish out two bowls of garden pasta for the two of you, your stomach rumbling at the mere sight of Suguruâs cooking. Satoru puts on your favorite show while the two of you start to eat. The food tasted amazing, like always. When Suguru first entered your life, you were sure that eventually you would get used to his cooking, but no. It amazed you every single time you had it.Â
At first, it was sort of nice having some extra personal time with Satoru. Being in a polyamorous relationship could be difficult at times, trying to navigate the best way to divide your attention. With Suguru on a business trip, the two of you were able to spend some much needed time together. You even noticed that Satoru clung onto you a little more when you slept, no longer having to share you with Suguru.Â
When you wake up in the morning, the bed is decidedly more cold than it was the previous day. You turn your head to the right, Suguruâs designated spot, only to be met with air. You feel a heavy weight against you, long limbs tangled in yours. Satoru. His arm is thrown across your body while his bottom half is laying on top of you, his legs on yours. It was suffocating. But it was just what you needed with the lack of Suguru.Â
You close your eyes and focus on Satoruâs breathing. It's a steady pattern, one that could lull you back to sleep if you werenât careful. It was the weekend so realistically, you and Satoru could stay in bed all day if you wanted to. The idea sounded nice, but you needed something first.Â
You jostle your legs, causing Satoru to grumble. You pinch his arm and he yelps, squeezing you tighter.Â
âI know youâre awake, Satoru.âÂ
âNo I'm not.â He responds, voice devoid of any sleepiness.Â
âI'm hungry,â you whine âyou should make us crepes. Suguru left the recipe.âÂ
Satoruâs eyes flick open and youâre almost startled by the blue looking at you. His hair was ruffled, an adorable look on him.Â
âWhy don't you make it?âÂ
The two of you could go back and forth for hours; this was why it was good to have Suguru there to cook.Â
âBecause I just woke up, Iâll make dinner when we run out of leftovers.âÂ
Satoru thinks for a moment, before dramatically groaning, pushing himself up. Heâs wearing a loose white shirt with black pants, and he looks so cozy you almost felt bad for making him get up. You did need to eat though, and so did he.Â
You trudge after him, plopping on a stool at the bar as you watch him navigate the kitchen. He looks confident, like he belongs there, even though you know damn well he hasnât cooked a thing since Suguru walked into his life.Â
You're telling him about your dream as he holds a mixing bowl, leaning his back against the counter as he listens to you while stirring the crepe batter. You decide on Nutella and strawberries for the fillings, the mere thought of it making your mouth water.Â
âAnd then when we left the house, you got struck by lightning-â youâre talking before he interrupts you.Â
âHah? You killed me off in your dream?â His eyebrows are touching his hairline, looking the slightest bit offended.Â
âI can't control my dreams! You can't either. Remember when you had that spicy dream about-âÂ
He rushes to cut you off, not wanting to be reminded of it. You werenât sure why he told you stuff, he knew you would just tease him after. It wasnât like he was any better.Â
âOkay okay, point taken. Kill off Suguru next time though, yeah?â He turns around, and starts to pour the batter into a pan to cook.Â
âDuly noted.â You remark, picking up a strawberry to pop into your mouth.Â
Satoru faces you again as the crepe cooks, his fingers tapping his arm. He looked impatient. He usually was. You drag your eyes down his body before bringing them back up to his face, where you notice he's already staring at you.Â
âSee something you like?â He comments, a cocky grin on his face.Â
âI do, you wanna go out some time? My boyfriends not home.âÂ
Satoru chuckles and walks towards the bar, leaning over in front of you.Â
He reaches across it and grabs your hand, turning it over until your palm is facing up. He looks calculated as he stares down, running his thumb over the skin, light enough it almost tickles. A small smirk appears on his lips once he sees you squirming out of the corner of his eyes.Â
âWanna play rock paper scissors on who has to do the dishes?â You ask.Â
He flicks his blue eyes up to you.Â
âIâm cooking, why donât you do dishes?âÂ
âOh, so youâre afraid of losing.â You prod, knowing youâll get a reaction.Â
Satoru sneers and stands up straight with his hand out. You reach out too, noticing the size difference of your fists.Â
âReady?â You wait a moment. âRock, paper, scissors, shoot-âÂ
You lay your hand flat while he keeps his in a fist. Satoruâs brows furrow while you grin. His lips twitch while he looks up at you and pouts, always a sore loser.Â
âTwo out of three?â He proposes, already getting his hand ready for the next round.
You jokingly roll your eyes and set your hand out again. Satoruâs looking at you intently, his tongue poking out the side of his mouth, eyes wide as if he could predict your next move.Â
He was able to, apparently.Â
âRock, paper, scissors, shoot-âÂ
You put down scissors, and his hand is formed into a rock. Satoru cackles and taps your scissors, happy with himself.Â
âDonât get ahead of yourself pretty boy, thereâs still one round left.âÂ
The two of you get into position for the final game. Thereâs a distinct smell floating over to your nose, and you crinkle it as you look over Satoruâs shoulder.Â
âSatoru, I think itâs burning-âÂ
âYeah yeah hold on, letâs go.â Satoruâs in the zone.Â
You shrug and straighten in your seat.Â
âRock, paper, scissors, shoot-â you recite.Â
You put down scissors and he puts down paper. You chuckle as you snip at his hand. He juts his lip out as he grieves his loss, and you almost feel bad. The smell is getting stronger now, and Satoruâs finally picking up on it.Â
âOh, shit- why didnât you tell me it was burning?â He turns around and fumbles, rushing over to the burner.Â
You give him a deadpan stare, shoving another strawberry in your mouth.Â
âGotta cook, gotta clean, gotta do everything around here.â Satoruâs mumbling under his breath.Â
âI know, youâre like Suguru.âÂ
Satoru dumps the burnt crepe in the trash before turning around, pouring more batter in the pan. You watch him from behind as he cooks, his hip popping to the side as he rests a hand on it, tapping his foot as he waits for the crepe. The sight was borderline mouthwatering.Â
Once the crepes are finished, Satoru sits next to you as the two of you decorate them, slathering the chocolate spread on and placing strawberries neatly down. While he burned the first one, all the others turned out perfect. Leave it to Satoru to be good at something. He groans in satisfaction as he takes a bite of his.Â
Breakfast was good, decidedly so, but there was something missing as you ate. Or rather, someone was missing.Â
~~~
You lay on your stomach on your bed as you gaze at your phone. You were calling Suguru, hoping to catch a glimpse of him before you went to bed.Â
The phone flashes the second he answers and your head perks up.Â
âSuguru!âÂ
âHey baby.â
Your heart falters at the sound of his silky tone.Â
âHow was your day?â He asks.Â
Heâs lying in a hotel bed, dark circles beneath his eyes as he watches your face. The sight hurts you. Heâs made an off-handed comment before that he didnât sleep well without you and Satoru. Your fingers twitch with the need to reach through the screen to grab him.Â
âIt was okay, how was yours?âÂ
âIt was alright. Nothing interesting has happened yet,â he pauses and his eyes flick down before he brings them back up to you. âWish I was home though.âÂ
âDo you?â You tease, your teeth digging into your cheek.Â
âI do. It's a bit weird. I havenât had this much alone time since Satoru got the stomach flu in school, and even then he was calling me every hour to baby him.âÂ
You let out a laugh.Â
Suguru gets up from his bed and carries the phone with him. It looks like heâs in the bathroom now, you can tell with the shower curtains behind him. Heâs shirtless with a pair of pajama pants on, they were red plaid that hung low on his waist. It was a Christmas gift you had gotten him several years ago. Even though he was far away, there was still evidence of your love on his body.Â
Suguru sets you on the counter, digging his teeth in the hair tie around his wrist. It hangs from his mouth as his hands comb through his hair, putting it into a bun. Youâre mesmerized as you watch the action.Â
âSatoru tried making your crepes earlier.â You comment, watching Suguru.Â
He hums to prove heâs listening, as he stares into the mirror. You watch his tight stomach as he washes his hands, leaning forward to pull out his contacts.Â
âThey turned out okay. The second batch anyway. The first batch he got distracted and almost burnt the house down.âÂ
Suguru blinks a couple times before looking down at you, his eyes squinting.Â
âIâm kidding! Well, kind of. We were playing rock paper scissors and he was losing, so he was distracted and the first one burnt. I won by the way.âÂ
Suguru lifts up his phone and carries you back to the bed, sitting down and sliding on his glasses. He always thought he looked the worst at bedtime, unpresentable he said, but you always thought it was when he looked best.Â
âOh hey, you talking to Suguru?â Satoru enters the bedroom and asks, flopping down.Â
He inches up the bed, and lays on top of you, pushing his weight on your back while he grabs the phone, pointing it towards him.Â
âYou miss us so much you just had to call?â Satoru says lightly.Â
âSure, Satoru.â Suguruâs face softens as he watches him.Â
âDid they tell you that I won rock paper scissors?â Satoru goes on.Â
You wiggle beneath him, trying to distribute his weight. Fruitless effort.Â
âNo, they didnât. They did tell me that they won, though.âÂ
Satoru plasters on a shocked face and uses his other hand to push your face down towards the bed. You chuckle beneath him, poking your head up again.Â
âIâm being bullied in your absence, you know.â Satoru tells Suguru.Â
âWell, someone has to keep you in line.âÂ
You giggle beneath Satoru. It was true. Someone had to manage Satoru while Suguru was gone.Â
âI have to head to bed, got an early day tomorrow. I love you both.â Suguru says, and you can tell he really doesnât want to hang up.Â
âOkay⌠I love you!â You try to make your voice cheery.Â
âI love you more!â Satoru almost yells.Â
The two of you smile at the camera until Suguru clicks off. You try not to let the silence get to you.Â
~~~
The next several days were relatively harmless. Suguru called every day, sometimes multiple times if he had the time. You finally ran out of the garden pasta and chicken leftovers, much to your chagrin. Satoru had eaten more than you thought he would. It was because he told you he thought the two tupperware were his, and that there were two others in the fridge for you. When he overheard Suguru saying he put leftovers for the both of you in the fridge, he took that as there was a container for each of you.Â
There wasnât.Â
So here you are.Â
You end up driving to the store as Satoru was a self proclaimed Passenger Princess. He talked to you the whole time while shuffling through his playlist.Â
When the two of you arrive, Satoru makes a beeline to the carts. His lanky figure hunches over as he pushes it, walking at a much slower pace to keep up with you. Satoru and Suguru usually walked extremely fast, given their freakishly long legs.Â
And they made fun of you for being slow.Â
Satoru always offered to give you piggy back rides, but you only made that mistake once. You were green in the face once he finished, sick for the rest of the day.Â
âWhatâs on the list?â Satoru asks, eyes trailing over the shelves.
You look down at the paper in front of you, carefully reading Suguruâs neat handwriting.Â
âBeef, noodles, broccoli, ginger, and green onion.â You read off.Â
You link your arm around Satoruâs (he wasnât the only one who was feeling extra needy while Suguru was gone). Satoruâs arm is thick and hard underneath yours, the result of working out daily for years. Calling it mere eye candy would be gross negligence.Â
The two of you had gotten everything on the list, save for the noodles. You were debating in the middle of the aisle between two different packs.Â
âWhy canât we just get that one? Comes with more.â Satoru says, pointing to the package in your right hand. It was twice the size of the other one.Â
âCause itâs not the brand Suguru wrote down.â You respond, eyes flicking back and forth.Â
It would be nice to have extra, but stillâŚÂ
âTheyâre both noodles.â Satoru remarks.Â
âDo you want it to taste like Suguruâs?âÂ
You take Satoruâs silence as an answer, stuffing the larger package back on the shelf. Honestly, you didnât really see the need to get the specific brand either. But Suguru was meticulous, and you decided you would be too, in his stead.Â
You throw the noodles in the cart, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction flow through you. See? You didnât need Suguru to function. You normally did shopping with him anyway, but you tended to just talk his ear off the whole time while he picked out what he needed. He liked the company, he said.Â
When you turn around, you see Satoru shifting everything in the cart. You raise your brows, waiting for him to explain.Â
âGet in.â He lifts his head up, signaling for you to hop in.Â
You dart your eyes back and forth between the cart and him.Â
âIâm not- we could get in trouble-â
âOh, so youâre a scaredy cat.â Satoru has a shit eating grin as he leans against the cart.Â
Now that was something you couldnât have. You grumble to him and take his hand as he helps you crawl into the cart. Itâs a bit fun, you feel joy sparking in your body the second he moves the cart. He pushes it fast before jumping on the back with both feet, letting the momentum carry the two of you. Your laughter fills the air and Satoruâs grinning at you. You felt so carefree, momentarily forgetting the sadness that lurked beneath.Â
What feels like an earthquake shocks you from your moment of joy. You whip your head around to the front of the cart, eyes popping out once you see the cause. Your cart had knocked into someone elseâs, the older woman scowling at you.Â
âYou need to watch where you're-â she starts, her gaze moving from you to Satoru, â-going.â Her words sound light as she stares up at Satoru, clearly in awe of his beauty.Â
âIâm sorry, that was my bad.â Satoru says with a chuckle, scratching the back of his head.Â
The woman sputters as she stares up at him. Lucky bastard. He could start a war, and apologize right after and get away with it. Pretty privileges.Â
âItâs-itâs okay. Just try to be careful? You wouldn't want to get hurt.â She says, aiming her words at Satoru, even though you were in the one in the cart.Â
The audacity.Â
âYes! Thank you!â Satoru is smooth as he waves her off. He doesnât stop smiling until sheâs out of sight.Â
âYouâre unbelievable.â You murmur under your breath, looking up at him.Â
Satoru drops his head to look down at you, and youâre almost startled at the intensity of his eyes. You werenât immune to his beauty either.Â
âItâs not my fault old women love me.âÂ
âEveryone loves you.âÂ
Satoru grins, shoving the cart before jumping on it again. He didnât learn anything. You canât be mad though, not with the way you start to laugh in fun again. The two of you travel down the aisles, slipping different treats into the cart, shoving them on your lap.Â
Satoru pays and the two of you head out, the daunting task of cooking dinner resting on your shoulders.Â
~~~
You stand in the kitchen feeling completely out of place as you stare at the ingredients before you. It wasnât a hard recipe by any means, Suguru picked it for its ease. But it was still incredibly daunting. With a sigh, you begin to start cooking the meat, trying to shove the nerves from your mind. You kicked Satoru out of the kitchen, banishing him to your bedroom while you cooked so he wouldn't distract you.Â
It was going okay, it really was, it smelled and even looked delicious. That was until you added the garlic powder. You swear it came out faster than it normally did, probably intent on ruining your night if you had to guess. Your eyes stare at the lump of powder in the pan before you rush to mix it, hoping by some miracle that it would dilute.Â
You turn the stove off with a dissatisfied expression, glaring at the meal as if it personally did you wrong. A heavy garlic smell hangs in the air, permeating in the small kitchen, as if to shove your face in the failure.Â
âSatoru! Itâs⌠done.â You mumble the last part.Â
Satoru comes bounding out of the bedroom, a large grin on his face that twitches the second he reaches you before he forces it back.Â
âSmells great!â He comments.Â
Your lip wobbles into a frown as you stare up at him.Â
âSatoru.âÂ
âWhaatt? Iâm serious. Smells fantastic.â He puts an emphasis on the last word.Â
You have to keep a sob from bubbling up your throat. You knew there was no way you could compete with Suguru. Turning around, you mope while grabbing bowls, dishing out the dinner for you two. A dinner that would kill any vampire, even if they just looked at it.Â
Hanging your head in shame you nudge Satoruâs bowl over to him. Honestly, you were debating if it would have just been better to starve for the night. Satoru grabs his chopsticks and immediately dives in, shoving the utensils in his mouth once he has a hefty amount of food piled on.Â
âWait-!â You try to stop him, although you're not even sure what youâd say.Â
Satoru bounces his head side to side as if heâs thinking, his pale cheeks puffed out from the amount of noodles he had. Your eyes are wide open as you stare at him, unsure if you would need to grab water or google how to do the Heimlich maneuver.Â
âItâs good!â Satoru says, chopsticks snapping as he picks even more.Â
Your mouth is hung open as you witness him chowing down on the food. He canât be serious. Itâs bad. You know itâs bad.Â
Why is he lying?Â
âSatoru- itâs okay, you donât, you donât have to keep eating it, we can order something.â You move to grab his bowl from him.Â
Satoru slaps your hand and flicks his lashes up to you. His face is incredibly serious, and for the life of you, you canât figure out why.Â
âI want this.â He maintains eye contact as he grabs more, slipping it past his pink lips.Â
You feel exposed under his gaze so you look away, crossing your chest. Is he trying to prove something to you?Â
âWe should tell Suguru heâs kicked out of the kitchen once he comes back, since you can cook.âÂ
âOkay, now that feels like youâre making fun of me.âÂ
âIâm serious! Howâd you get the meat so tender?â Heâs speaking around mouthfuls of food.Â
The meat was tender. You were actually really proud of it, even snapping a picture to send to Suguru. The food was going good until the incident.Â
You poke and prod at your food, taking several bites before you nudge the bowl away. Satoru may be able to put on a brave face as he eats it, but youâre much weaker than him.Â
Not only does Satoru eat his bowl, he gets seconds, leaving next to nothing in the pan once he finishes. The first couple bites amazed you, how could he pretend it wasnât bad? Then he had more, and more, and you were starting to worry the copious amounts of garlic had killed his taste buds.Â
You were still hungry so once he finishes, he stands up to make you instant ramen. It wasnât the healthiest of meals, sure, but at least you werenât going to go hungry. Satoru sits next to you and watches as you dive in, much more eager to eat this than the monstrosity you created. He has love in his eyes as he stares, opening his mouth wide when you offer him a bite.Â
Just where did all that food go?Â
âAll done?â He asks, standing up to grab your bowl.Â
You arenât even feeling upset anymore. Satoru was good at that, though. He always knew how to cheer you up, using his ridiculousness to his advantage.Â
âThank you, Satoru.â You murmur and wrap your arms around him.Â
He uses his free hand to pull you in closer. When you look up at him you feel like youâre floating; you had so much love in your heart for him. Satoru leans down, lips pushed out in an attempt to kiss you.Â
You could smell the garlic from where youâre sitting.Â
You press your hand against his mouth and attempt to push him away.Â
âN-no! I donât wanna kiss your garlic lips.â
âBaby, youâre so mean to me!â He presses against your hand, face inching closer to yours.Â
âGet away from me!â You screech with a laugh, running to your bedroom.Â
Satoru cackles behind you, pushing the dirty dishes in the sink to clean later, before he chases after you.Â
~~~
Several days had passed since the night you cooked for Satoru. Suguru would be coming home today, you think. It was hard to remember. The days had blended together in a conglomeration of time without Suguru. You were excited to see him again. You hadnât slept well the past couple of days. You hadnât slept at all for the past two, really. No matter how warm Satoru felt hogging you at night, his limbs wrapping around you like an octopus, your right side still felt remarkably cold. There was a hole in your bed, a Suguru shaped one.Â
Heâd be home today. Heâd be home.Â
When Suguru arrives home, he feels something like excitement and relief wash over him. He was able to come home way earlier than anticipated. The sun was barely starting to peek over the clouds, he wasnât supposed to be back until dinner time. Suguru digs into his pocket once heâs stopped at the door, rummaging around until he grabs hold of his keys. He carefully pushes them in the door, not wanting to wake you.Â
The house is silent when he walks in, almost eerily so. Is this what Satoru was used to? He was always the early bird out of the three of you, waking up hours before you and Suguru even thought to. Suguru keeps his steps light as he walks into the house, leaving his bags by the door. The first thing he notices is a bump of hair poking out above the couch. Your hair.Â
Why were you out here?Â
Kicking Satoru out, he would understand. But you?Â
Suguru makes his way closer to you, standing behind the couch. He leans over and places a hand on your shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse of your face. You jump in your seat and screech, your phone flying from your hands. Suguru winces once it makes impact with the floor, and brings his eyes back to you.Â
You looked⌠awful.Â
There are dark circles underneath your frenzied eyes, your chest heaving as you stare at Suguru. Once youâre able to comprehend that itâs just him, you twirl around and jump over the couch at him.Â
Suguru instantly wraps his arms around you so you wonât drop.Â
Are you⌠lighter?Â
âSuguru!â Your words are muffled into his neck, your breathing tickling the side of his throat.Â
He feels relief at the weight of you against him. He missed being crushed by the presence of you and Satoru. Suguru lifts a hand up and holds the back of your head, shifting his fingers into your hair. The two of you stand like this until he begrudgingly sets you down.Â
Your eyes are lit up as you stare at him, your body practically jumping up and down.Â
âYouâre here early! Right? What time is it? What day is it?â You ask.Â
Suguruâs brow lifts up as he watches you, only tearing his eyes away to stare at his watch. It was very early.Â
âWhy are you awake?â He asks, looking at you.Â
The definition of guilt pinches up on your face. You look away, suddenly finding everything else in the room much more interesting than him, even though you were attached to him moments ago.Â
Suguru waits for an answer that doesnât come.Â
âHow long have you been awake?â His voice is deeper this time.Â
He knows he found the sore spot by the way you wince. Suguru says your name in a reprimanding tone.Â
âI am willfully choosing not to answer.â You murmur.Â
Suguru grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him. His heart breaks at the sight. Sure, he probably also looked like he hadnât slept well in awhile. But that was him, and you are you. And youâre his baby.Â
Suguru repeats your name a second time, voice much softer. Your face relaxes as you sag in his hold.Â
âTwo⌠days.â You respond quietly, Suguru has to strain his ears to hear the end of it.Â
Suguru normally tries not to overreact. That was left to Satoru. But he canât stop the way his eyes bulge from his head, his lips parting in shock.Â
âHuh?â He feels the sudden urge to wrap you up and tuck you away.Â
âItâs not my fault! The bed was just so cold⌠and then I got distracted by my phone, which-â you look over your shoulder at your phone on the floor â-shouldnât be a problem anymore.âÂ
Suguruâs heart tugs into guilt. He knew that wasnât what you were intending. You would never want to make him feel bad.Â
You couldnât sleep without him?Â
Suguru sighs and pulls you into a warm hug. You nestle into his embrace, your face smooshing against his broad chest. Suguru swears he can feel himself drifting off to dreamland, but he forces himself out.Â
He pulls away and reaches over the couch to grab a blanket. He wraps it tightly around your body, including the back of your head. You look a bit like youâre in a cocoon by the time heâs done. He pulls it tight around your chest, and grabs your face with both hands.Â
âGo lay down.â His voice is soft but commanding. âIâm gonna cook something, Iâll get you when itâs ready.âÂ
You look to the ground like a scolded child as you nod, dragging your feet towards the bedroom. Suguru feels a renewed sense of responsibility as he watches you trudge away. He takes a deep breath and looks around.Â
Where was Satoru?Â
Suguru knew he would be up. At least, he should be up. Suguru walks into the house, going towards the kitchen. He finds Satoru sitting at the table facing away from him, looking down.Â
âSatoru?â Suguru says to announce his presence, learning from his mistake.Â
Satoruâs head whips around, tossing his phone on the table while he bounces up to his feet. He charges toward Suguru, jumping up until heâs latched around him. Suguru doesnât have to hold him in place, he can feel Satoruâs legs wrapped tightly against his back. Suguru sways in place and smoothes a hand down Satoruâs back. He peers over Satoruâs shoulder to the table where he notices a bowl of something. Ice cream.Â
A wave of smell coming from Satoruâs shampoo washes over Suguru, and he buries his face into the side of Satoruâs neck even more. He missed that smell.Â
Suguru pulls Satoru away, reaching behind to unlatch Satoruâs limbs from his body. He sets him down and looks at him, able to maintain eye contact without looking down.Â
Satoru looked good. He thought so, at least. He looked wide awake, probably having been awake for at least thirty minutes. Suguru adjusts one of Satoruâs stray white hairs, before looking him up and down.Â
âWhenâs the last time you ate something green?â Suguru asks, knowing that would be Satoruâs issue once Suguru was gone.Â
Satoru looks over his own shoulder to the table at his bowl of ice cream. His bowl of mint chocolate chip ice cream.Â
âUh, now?â Satoru responds, looking back at Suguru.Â
Suguru squints at Satoru, clearly unimpressed.Â
âHave I told you how handsome you are lately?â Satoru goes on.Â
âFinish what you have, but Iâm making something for everyone. Iâm gonna make sure to put lots of vegetables in it, just for you.âÂ
Satoru whines as Suguru turns around, tying his hair up and shoving his sleeves out of the way.Â
Youâre nestled in the sheets of your bed when Suguruâs voice pulls you from the deep sleep you managed to find yourself in. It was like just knowing Suguru was in the house was enough to calm your nerves to grant you rest. You twist and turn in the bed, debating on whether or not to bring the blanket with you. You hadnât realized how exhausted you were until Suguru woke you up, and you found yourself wanting to go back to sleep.Â
A delicious smell carries over to the bedroom, snapping you out of your haze. The one thing you missed more than sleep was Suguruâs cooking.Â
You jump out of bed and make your way to the kitchen. Suguruâs standing next to the stove, a spatula in hand as he looks down. He isnât wearing his sweater anymore, instead he was wearing a loose white shirt. Satoru is sitting on the counter next to him with a bowl held firmly in his hands, a spoon in his mouth. Heâs wearing Suguruâs sweater now, and you donât doubt for a second that he begged Suguru for it.Â
You didnât blame him. You wanted to drown in Suguru just as much.Â
âIs it ready?â You ask, lifting a fist up to wipe the sleep from your eyes.Â
Suguru turns around and a soft smile grows on his face as he watches you. You really were his baby.Â
âJust about, will you take Satoruâs dishes? He wonât let me have them.âÂ
âIâm not done yet!â Satoru complains, gripping the bowl closer to him.Â
âSatoru, the bowl is empty.â Suguru says, as if heâs already repeated that.Â
Satoru digs his spoon back into the bowl, lifting it up to his lips again. The bowl was empty. There were only melted remains of the ice cream clinging to the glass, Satoru scooping it up and easing it past his lips.Â
You walk up to him and try to tug the bowl from his hands. On the second tug Satoru finally relents, letting you take the dish to the sink. That was one thing you did right. There were no dirty dishes, the house was in relatively clean condition in general. You refused to let Suguru come home to a messy house.Â
Suguru dishes out three bowls for you all, evenly distributing the food. Your mouth is watering by the time heâs done, and youâre diving in the second he gives you yours.Â
The food all but melts in your mouth. It was so good. And it didnât reek of garlic. Suguru stands in the kitchen as he eats, watching you and Satoru sit at the bar. Thereâs an easy smile on his face as he watches you both, only looking away to shovel more food into his mouth.Â
âIâm sorry for making you cook.â You mumble around the food, guilt tugging at your chest.Â
You really were pathetic, you could hardly survive with him out of the house. He just got back from his trip, yet he dropped everything to take care of you.Â
Suguru picks up on the sadness on your face.Â
âI donât mind, really. I was craving a home cooked meal anyway.âÂ
Satoruâs lips twitch into a smile. Heâs up to something.Â
âIf you wanted a home cooked meal you should have just said so. They made beef noodles while you were gone, we actually saved the leftovers.âÂ
Your face heats up, and you kick Satoruâs leg besides yours.Â
âShut up! No I didnât, Suguru!âÂ
Suguruâs brow is raised as he watches the two of you bicker.Â
âDid you? I didnât see it.â He talks under his breath as he turns around, opening the fridge to look into it.Â
âSuguru!â You whine.Â
âItâs in the-â Satoruâs voice is muffled as he speaks through your hand, â-the front in the container.âÂ
Suguru reaches to grab it, turning around to set it on the counter. They were the leftovers you hadnât eaten, as Satoru had consumed everything else. Your face is scrunched up as you watch Suguru open the lid.Â
A strong smell of garlic fills the area and you sob, covering your face with your hands. Embarrassed didnât even cover the half of it.Â
Suguruâs face is curious as he peers down, using his utensil to dig into the container, not bothering to heat it up. If he can tell how overpowering the garlic is, he doesnât show it. Suguru bites into the food, chewing for a moment while the room quiets down.Â
âYou put a unique spin on it.â He finally says.Â
You sob even louder, dropping your head. Satoru is chuckling beside you, taking a sip from his cup.Â
âI didnât say it was bad! Itâs just, a choice.â Suguru tilts his head as he takes a second bite.Â
âPlease stop.â You whine.Â
The two boys were ruthless together. Sometimes you forgot, but it didnât take them long to remind you. It was hard to tell which was worse, the upfront bullying of Satoru or the teasing Suguru took up, that often left you wondering if he was being mean at all.Â
Suguru closes the container, and for reasons unknown slips it back into the fridge. Personally, you would have preferred if he threw the whole damn thing away, container included. Or lit it on fire.Â
âI hate you.â You murmur to Satoru.Â
He side hugs you, pulling you close to him; as close as he can without yanking you from your seat.Â
âDid you guys have some good bonding time together?â Suguru asks, picking up all your dirty dishes before dropping them in the sink.Â
âWe did!â Satoru says proudly.Â
You did, and that was nice. You just couldnât announce it right now, you were too busy showing your displeasure.Â
Suguru steps out of the kitchen and makes his way to you both. He presses a kiss to Satoruâs forehead, and grabs your jaw. He bites back a coo at the scowl resting on your face. So damn cute. He presses his lips against yours and you nearly melt. Suguru pulls back and lets his eyes float between you two. He really missed you guys.Â
âYou wanna go back to sleep?â He offers.Â
You grin excitedly and hop off the stool, pulling Satoru with you. The two of you trip over your feet as you run to the bedroom, Suguru trailing behind with a smile on his face.Â
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âşâş choso x 18+f!reader
âšđš tags: switch!choso, switch!reader, choso is a perv tbh
âšđš notes: thought i'd make a lil smthn smthn while it's still valentine's day <3
A = Aftercare (what theyâre like after sex)
âşâş still sticky from the mess both of you made, choso prefers to cuddle you for a long time, skin to skin. he likes to feel your warmth when he spoons you (although he does like to be little spoon sometimes too!)
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerâs)
âşâş he likes his hands the most. he definitely knows how to maneuver his fingers with precise motions. he knows what he's doing
âşâş he thinks it'd be cruel to pick just one part of your body that is his favorite, when everything about you is his favorite. so he would say all. but if you kept bugging him about it, he'd confess it's ur thighs. he definitely likes laying his head in ur lap and taking naps, or just squishing them <33
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
âşâş he thinks cum swapping is hot tbh. sometimes he tells you to not swallow all of it so he can kiss you after. (bonus: just likes fluids like cum + spit teehee). also loves cumming inside you
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
âşâş he has stolen your used panties before and used them. multiple times. in multiple ways. you thought the washing machine just magically ate them, but no, choso is a little pervert
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what theyâre doing?)
âşâş although he's always been a lil freaky, he doesn't actually have much experience outside of your relationship. you kind of woke something in him tho. at first you had to teach him, but they always say the student surpasses the teacher :3
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
âşâş mating press.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
âşâş he can be both. sometimes you can see the super concentrated look on his face, but usually he's really laid back and in tune with yours and his emotions / feelings. if something funny happens (like a queef) he will laugh. but so do you
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
âşâş he does what you like tbh. (this is not a cop out answer he just thinks since ur the one down there that u should tell him what to do)
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
âşâş he's so fkn cute fr. he loves holding your hand in whatever position you're in, intertwining his fingers with yours. he definitely whimpers and says "i love you" like a million times in a session
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
âşâş aside from the used panties stuff, he tries to limit the solo stuff. he'd rather save his loads for you than waste it in his hands. but on the off chance he does feel the urge, he's either using something of yours or watching the many videos you two made together
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
âşâş mommy kink frfr. he loves calling you mommy. and although he is a switch and does like to dom, nothing beats being taken care of by his mommy <3
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
âşâş literally anywhere. he will do it anywhere he doesn't even care. choso thinks semi public stuff is fun, like the forest or beach.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
âşâş anything to do with you. looking at you, hearing your voice, smelling you, thinking about you, literally anything.
N = No (something they wouldnât do, turn offs)
âşâş he couldn't do any pain towards you or even that much from you. choso would be fine w/ a light slap or spank, but nothing too rough ><
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
âşâş absolutely loves eating you out. he is a certified munch every day of the week. he could do only that and still feel satisfied. (he definitely jerks himself during that or dry humps the bed)
âşâş he loves you throat fucking him, but not as much as your cunt. he'd rather use that
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
âşâş both :3 starts out pretty slow and rhythmic but as he feels himself approach his orgasm he starts erratically and frantically fucking into you
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
âşâş it's alright, but he prefers longer sessions and would rather wait until you have a few hours alone
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
âşâş he will try anything you suggest to him. anything you are curious about he's instantly the #1 fan of
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
âşâş multiple rounds, an hour at least. he likes to switch up positions and take breaks with foreplay and toys to extend the fun time tbh
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
âşâş loves being leashed and collared by you. but also the same to him. he uses whatever you want, vibrators, dildos, plugs, etc on you. he sees it as a great way to have more fun
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
âşâş he prefers being teased more. he likes you bullying him
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
âşâş this man WHIMPERS a lot. such a slutty yet angelic sound tho tbh. he's loud, vocal, and likes to talk
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
âşâş too scared to ask you to wear thigh highs and let him thigh fuck you but he drools thinking abt it
X = X-ray (letâs see whatâs going on under those clothes)
âşâş 5 in soft, 7.5 in hard. cut, slightly curved, pale base like #FFF1E4, gradient towards the tip which is much redder like #FFD3CA, fluid #FEFEFE, slightly salty
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
âşâş as much as he can do it. he's a horndog fr. multiple times a day at least. but he always respects when you tell him no ^_^
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
âşâş near instantly. the post-sex cuddling almost always ends with him snoring within minutes :3
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End Game 5
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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, stalking, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
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Summary: Your gaming buddy asks to meet up but it doesnât go exactly as planned.
Characters: Andy Barber
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Thereâs another tap on the window. You shake your head, ignoring it. Go away, go away, go away. Another comes, this one louder and you turn, ready to shout at him to leave you alone. Why is he there? Why is he bothering you?Â
You spin and stop short. A little boy smiles from just over the little ledge and his dad stands behind him, his hand hovering at the window. You blink and move forward to slide open the glass. As you do, you peer around, searching for the bearded man in his button-up. Heâs gone. You think. You hope.Â
âSorry, I was cleaning,â your voice tremors before it evens out, âhow can I help you?âÂ
âWhat do you want, kiddo?â The man puts his hands on his sonâs shoulders, ârocky road?âÂ
âI want choccy!â The kid demands.Â
âDouble chocolate or chocolate chip or chocolate brownie?â You prompt, smiling as your eyes continue to rove around, waiting for any glimpse of that man.Â
âDouble,â his dad answers for him, âIâll have a scoop of praline and cream.âÂ
âSounds great? Bowl or cone?âÂ
âSugar cones are fine,â the man replies as he takes out his wallet.Â
You go through the transaction on habit alone. The man seems slightly agitated by your twitchiness but still drops a tip in the jar. You thank him and lean out the window to see along the side of the booth. Is he gone? Really gone?Â
You canât shake his shadow. You just canât believe he would show up like that, then act so casually. Like youâre old friends. You chatted for one year and you didnât even know who he really was. Thatâs not a friendship, thatâs just strange.Â
You donât close the window. Youâre already nervous about having it closed for so long. Your manager takes complaints very seriously and you canât exactly afford to drop one job when youâre considering a second.Â
You check the time. Right. A couple hours. You can make it through. If you see him again, maybe youâll call the cops. Wonât that be funny to explain? Maybe he could use the humiliation of fessing up to his betrayal.Â
You donât feel better about the back-up plan but at least you have one. Sort of. It all depends on if they even believe you.Â
The after-dinner crowd begins to burgeon and you find yourself forgetting the unwanted customer for a whole line of new ones. You scoop and scrape and dish out the flavours with a faulty smile. When youâre through the rush, the tip jar is close to full. At least you had a fruitful night.Â
You hope that the locals scared Andy away. Or your reaction. You donât think he came all that way expecting that. Surely, he wouldnât bother if he thought you were just going to turn him away. Yet why would he expect anything else?Â
You really donât understand.Â
As your shift comes to an end, youâre anxious to lock up. Leaving is another matter. You canât help but look over your shoulder as you twist the key from outside. You turn your back to the wall and wearily wade through the dark. You wonât be caught off guard again.Â
You take a different route than usual. You donât know why but it seems like a clever idea. You keep in the sheen of the street lights. You keep your phone in your hand just in case. You remember all those precautionary safety presentations they had on campus about walking home alone.Â
You let out a sigh as you reach your street. Your grandmotherâs house sits nestled behind the overgrown walnut tree. You feel safer in sight of it. Â
You slow as you sense something off. Thereâs a car you donât recognise. An SUV that doesnât fit in the neighbourhood. He wouldnât be there. Then you think of the flowers. He knows where you live.Â
Your name makes you yipe as a shadow emerges from the silver vehicle. Your feet tangle and you stumble. Keep going or go back. Either way wonât be an escape. You stop and face him wide-eyed.Â
âPlease, leave me alone,â you beg.Â
âHoney, please, Iâm not here to do anything but apologise,â Andy strides across the street and you canât help but shy away. âWonât you just hear me out?âÂ
âNo, I told you--âÂ
âAnd I sat and listened. Donât you think you owe me the same courtesy?â He insists.Â
âBut-- I already told you, Andy, what you did--âÂ
âI know what I did,â he breathes, âI think about it constantly. Every second of every minute of every day. I think of you and I canât get you out of my head because I know it was wrong. I canât stand that I hurt you so bad. You donât deserve that. After everything youâve gone through--âÂ
âI only told you those things because I thought you were someone else,â you hiss, âI canât... I canât forget the lies. I canât move on, alright? And honestly, I donât think we have much in common. Weâre in different places.âÂ
âThat didnât matter before. We got along--âÂ
âBecause you--- you were pretending to be a teenager,â you bluster, âhow old are you? Canât you see how insane this all is?âÂ
He winces and his jaw ticks. In the glint of the streetlight, his eyes sockets are dark pools and his broad shoulders seem even wider, his figure even taller. You lean back on your heel and sway, looking towards you grandmotherâs house.Â
âItâs not... I never meant to hurt you.âÂ
âYou did,â you shrug, âAndy, I donât know you and you donât know me. We were just gaming, shooting the shit, thatâs whatever. The best thing you can do is get help. Talk to someone.âÂ
âI want to talk to you,â he says.Â
âA professional,â you insist, âIâm nineteen. I canât help you.âÂ
âBut you did,â he snips.Â
âNot how you need to be helped, okay? Iâm asking you to stop. Go. Itâs over. It never really was. I was friends with Jacob, not Andy. You chose that.âÂ
He hangs his head and heaves. You stand in silence. Slowly, you sidestep and flinch as he mirrors you. He reaches for you and you back away from him. He retracts and pushes his fingers through his hair.Â
âSorry, sorry, I just...â he croaks, âhoney,â that word, again, âif I get help, will you talk to me? If I go, get some pills or something, will you just give me a chance?âÂ
You huff and shake your head, âAndy, thereâs lots of people online you can game with. People your own age. Maybe you should try the discord--âÂ
âNo, not them. You.âÂ
âAndy,â you plead, âIâm... no. No. You canât do this. You canât just show up and make me listen. You canât send me flowers and come to my work and force me to be your friend. Alright? Thatâs not... healthy.âÂ
âI wanna be better. For you. Thatâs what Iâm telling you,â he steps closer until youâre against the prickly hedges. âI wanna do everything for you. I can make your life so much better. Honey, donât you want that? Donât you want someone who wants you? For once?âÂ
Youâre quiet, stunned by the insinuation, of the truth in it.Â
âThatâs cruel,â you whisper.Â
âI donât meanânot like that. I only, Iâm trying to show you what I can give you--âÂ
âI donât want anything from you,â you sniffle, âor anything to do with you. Canât you get that through your head?âÂ
He staggers back as if heâs been struck. He shakes his head and stammers, âwhat-- why? Why not?âÂ
You blink, long and hard. How many times do you need to repeat yourself? You roll your eyes and turn on your heel. You brace yourself for him to follow but he doesnât.Â
His shadow looms just along the edge of your peripheral and as you turn into your grandmaâs yard, you glance back. He watches you but stays where he is. He just stands there. You shiver and raise your phone, lighting up the screen, hoping he gets the idea. You could call the police.Â
He takes a step back then pivots sharply. He crosses the street back to the SUV and the door slams behind him. You jump in your shoes and quickly scramble up the walkway to your grandmaâs front door. Youâre hoping thatâs the last time you have to tell him to go away. Next time, you might just have to be mean about it.Â
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You try to sleep. It comes in shallow spurts that leave you more and more tired. You donât have a shift, thank god, but youâre also not so grateful to be left without distraction. You give in to futility as the sun peers in between your curtains and you groan at the dull weight in your temples.Â
You creep out quietly to make a coffee. Just instant powder so the machine doesnât wake your grandma. You go back to your room and sit in a groggy daze, waking yourself with the warmth of each sip. You sigh out and hang your head.Â
There was enough to figure out a week ago. Now, you donât know how many problems you truly have. Youâre not so certain last night got the point across, especially after the first two times didnât work. Third timeâs the charm, right? Besides, how much effort are you really worth?Â
You canât just sit still. Your eyes keep itching to look at your Switch, a now cursed item in your collection. You finish the coffee and change out of your pajamas into a pair of sweats and faded tee. Youâll catch up on some chores, keep yourself busy and grandma happy. Besides, youâre not brave enough to venture outside just yet.Â
You grab your head phone and pop them over your ears and search through your phone for your cleaning playlist. Youâll start with the living room. Give it a sweep and a mop, wait until grandmaâs up to do the vacuuming. Dishes next and the kitchen. Scour the fridge for the forgot produce in the back and take out the trash. You have more than enough to do.Â
You wipe off the end tables then the coffee table, sorting the clutter and clearing the trash. You dust the television and the shelves of knickknacks and the ornamental fireplace against the wall. No matter what you do, thereâs always a slightly dingy smell to the place.Â
When the living room is decent, you move into the kitchen. You turn up your music and drown out the house around you. Dishes, floors, cupboards, cobwebs... You feel the effort in your muscles as you stretch out the kinks from your pitiful sleep.Â
Youâre entirely obliviously to the existence of others until your grandmother appears with a scowl, pinching your arm as she glowers in her house robe. You glance at the time. Youâve been at it for a few hours. You pull your headphones off your ears and pause your music with a tap of the button on the cord.Â
âOh, morning, do you want some coffee?â You offer.Â
Sheâs unimpressed by your efforts as she crosses her arms. It is kind of early for her to be up. Her nostrils flare as she sniffs.Â
âYou better make a full pot for your visitor,â she sneers.Â
You blink at her and scoff, not understanding her, âvisitor?âÂ
Her eyes are narrowed and her lip curls, âthe one whoâs been pounding on my door while youâve been listening to your racket.â She jabs an ear of your headphones, âdamn woke me up.âÂ
âI donât... who?âÂ
âSays you knew his son. The dead one,â she shakes her head, âsad, I suppose.âÂ
You stare at her. You hear movement in the front room, just on the other side of that wall. You glance through the archway and see a shadow shift. Sheâs not lying. How else would she know?Â
âWhat did he tell you?â You breathe.Â
âMore than you, eh,â she snaps, âwhat are you doing gaping at me like a fish, I need a damn coffee. Too early for this nonsense. A dead kid, some stranger in my front room... what trouble are you getting into?âÂ
âN-nothing, grandma, I donât... get him out of here. I donât know him--âÂ
âHe knows you. Knows your name. Says you and his boy were at school together. âSplains the flowers, I guess. Condolences, not that you cared, did ya?â She shakes her head, âyou always were off in your own little world. Well, Iâm not doinâ your dirty work for ya. You ainât gonna be your mother if I can help it so you want him gone, you tell him you didnât give a damn about that dead one.âÂ
You frown. You donât understand why sheâs so callous. Sheâs never shown any concern about anything but her books. Itâs not your fault your parents didnât want you. Or that she doesnât either. You only ever begged for her attention, for a sliver of her approval.Â
You blow out between your lips. You wonât argue. Thereâs no use in it. Besides, itâs a small house, you know he heard all that, that he knows youâre on your own. Maybe thatâs why he came all this way. Because he knows you have nothing.Â
#andy barber#dark andy barber#dark!andy barber#andy barber x reader#fic#dark fic#dark!fic#series#end game#defending jacob
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CHALLENGERS (2024) PROMPTS * Â assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary.
who says i want somebody to be in love with me?
i don't want to fuck you to prove a point.
fuck me because you want to.
are you gonna do it or not?
tastes even better than it looks.
i just told you i missed you.
i really want to kiss you right now, but i'm worried that if i try, you'll think i'm the worst friend in the world.
you know, it hurts me sometimes how little you believe in yourself.
decimate that little bitch.
let's be honest, you gotta feel bad for the kid.
you're not a spring chicken anymore.
dude. he's a pancake. you're gonna flatten him.
how's this feeling?
we're ready for you.
so obviously this isn't the result you wanted today.
you choked.
i don't want you to embarrass yourself.
i'm just a little rusty. it's a confidence thing.
get your fucking confidence back. i can't do it for you.
i'm so sick of you using this as an excuse to have a fucking meltdown.
you said we could watch a movie.
you're evil.
i'm gonna quiz you on it tomorrow.
sir, i don't know who you are.
i don't think we have much more to talk about.
i haven't spoken to you in five years.
i was just taking a little nap.
move, or i'm calling the cops.
you were really something back then, huh?
we always talked about how amazing it would be to win this together.
i'm a crazy person.
any predictions about how that's going to go?
can you do me a favor? can you not, like... demolish me tomorrow?
shut the fuck up.
if it matters to you so much, i can just give it to you.
i need it to look like i really beat you.
don't guilt me with your dying grandmother.
she's the hottest woman i've ever seen.
you were... fucking incredible.
baby, we've got to get going.
i'm not going to that party.
are you that threatened by me?
we can't both just go in there, dicks swinging.
i'd let her fuck me with a racket.
hey, do you smoke?
of course they will remember you.
see, that's your problem. you think you're like an artist or something.
you just want to win because you love it when people tell you how talented you are.
are you on facebook?
i told you tennis was boring.
you just got this crazy look on your face.
are you on a date?
i don't kiss and tell.
why did you want to have dinner with me?
i think you might be the worst friend in the world.
i didn't know you were so concerned about my feelings.
of course you still have a thing for her.
we just had what i'm assuming is the best sex of our lives.
i fucked your brains out?
what do you think you need? a cheerleader? a fuck buddy? a girlfriend?
you're talented, you're charming, and you've got a big dick.
excuse me for inconveniencing you.
don't expect to sleep here tonight.
stop going easy on me.
i'll be whatever you need me to be. i'll fuck off if you want me to.
i need you here, actually.
you're referring to when i declared my love for you.
you're not in love with me anymore?
i've been dreaming about this for five years.
i'm gonna propose something to you, and it's gonna make you angry. it's gonna make you very angry. but you have to hear me out, okay?
i'm finally ready to listen to you.
how dare you fucking ask me that.
do you think it's cute what you're doing? do you think it's funny?
that's the stupidest fucking thing i've ever heard.
i've always wanted you.
you didn't do anything to me. i did it all to myself.
i think i've reached the limit of my willingness to have this conversation with you.
do you understand how embarrassing it is that you're here?
you've never beaten me.
tell me it doesn't matter.
will you just hold me?
i'm not here to fuck you.
i miss watching you play. you were so beautiful.
#challengers#mcflymemes#rp prompt#rp meme#rp memes#roleplay memes#roleplay prompt#rp starters#ask meme#ask memes#roleplay meme#sentence starter#sentence starters#sentence starter prompt#roleplay inbox prompts#rp inbox meme#inbox prompt#inbox meme#look at me making memes left and right today
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some silly/random headcanons i have for Strade, Ren, and Lawrence!!
i know a lot of people like to think he kidnaps people from the same bar, using the kind of pick up lines, but that wouldnât be an efficient way to keep the bodies coming, and he knows that, how long until someone catches him dragging an unconscious/unsuspecting person in his car? And makes a call to the police? Strade doesn't take chances, not with the cops, he may be insane, but he's still extremely smart at what he does, he would go out to clubs, late-night parties, concerts, crowded busy areas, anywhere he could slip in and find someone and leave toghther with less caring eyes on him.
has cut his finger while using his power tools and made Ren suck the blood from his finger before, not because he wanted comfort or anything he just wanted to see Ren's sheepish look while he did (Ren enjoyed it too for the blood, albeit nervously)
Strade is a confident, charismatic man, but i still think no matter how hard he tries to hide his sadistic psychotic tendencies, they bleed through him with the way he talks to people, you always get this underlying feeling of unease when he speaks which is why he prefers alcohol to be involved to get his victims, it'd be harder to notice Stradeâs eyes staring just a little too long for comfort when you're 4 shots in
always keeps eye contact, almost to an uncomfortable amount, it feels like he doesn't even blink half the time his stare feels like his eyes are always threatening to pierce your skull open and see what's inside from his gaze alone.
Strade is strong, but he's no amazing fighter, if you're fast enough, and have the intent to win, or to kill him i dont think his brute force and heavy swings will do much plus i think he uses a lot of street fighting tactics ie; slamming, grabbing you and pinning you, using weapons instead of just his fist to his own detriment (and thatâs what i think got him killed)
really good at texting, he's very descriptive when he texts almost like you're really speaking to him on the phone or in person, he doesn't use a lot of slang or emoticons, Doesn't abbreviate his words like âidkâ âwydâ so on, and lots of Periods. Commas, exclamation points! might reply to something funny he sees with a âLOLâ in all caps or âđâ but that's it.
really really wants to learn guitar efficiently, but his claws always cut and get caught on the strings when he tries to play so whenever he does try to play he plays with a pick, he doesn't play the best because of it, it was one of the first things he bought with Stradeâs money after he died since Strade didnât want him to get one because it was âtoo noisyâ
avid gamer and discord user to an unhealthy amount, and will spam you with messages when you dont hop on the game he's spam inviting you to play with him
sleeps on Stradeâs old shirts and pants and coats, anything to where he can get his scent again in his room will sometimes cry himself to sleep thinking about him when laying on them, muttering to himself how sorry he is for letting him die
he remembers and still can understand basic Japanese formalities and such, he's since tried to relearn his native language online, and he did horribly because he forgot almost everything
sassy, when he's stressed, or angry, he can and will be sarcastic and make sly remarks regarding the situation to you, roll his eyes, cross his arms, mutter to himself, just more on the pouty side when it comes to handling his stress
has a collection of old chew toys, he's torn and bitten through with his fangs when his more animalistic tendencies kick in when he's in heat or just needs to keep his mouth busy
has been sent to psychiatric mental hospitals many times before when he was an adolescent by his family he never made friends or spoke much when he was, he did well, and never caused trouble
heâs fallen asleep while in the bath and somehow hasn't drowned himself hundreds of times he can't help it, it reminds him of the river,,
smoking weed helps him sleep through the day, it keeps him in a deep sleep since he's a light sleeper, so he isn't startled awake by his neighbors stomping about during the day
enjoys horror movies like âJacobs Ladderâ and âThe Jacketâ movies where the protagonist feels as though they are already dead or trapped in their mind, he relates to that feeling when he watches those films
would definitely be the type to go nonverbal when he is high, resorting to nods and shaking his head to get his point across if he's with you and comfortable around you
hates sweet tea and store-bought tea in general, he hates the way they taste and the texture they leave on his tongue, he prefers making tea himself with his plants and the ingredients he grows
#this my first time ever writing headcanons like this for these characters#and writing headcanons in general#thank you all who voted!!#im sure it's not perfect but please lmk how you feel about them!!#your thoughts and opinions help me explore these characters even more so thank you for reading through through these <3#snvffsoda#:3#btd headcanons#btd#btd strade#btd ren#btd lawrence#tpof#btd2#btd2 headcannons
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ITS TIME. this is my essay on why the chasity family are cannibals
okay so obviously this started with that one line from hatchet town âcareful or your kids might end up on karens plate! she just ate!â but i like to imagine the âchasitys are cannibalsâ is just a running joke in hatchetfield, or maybe a rumor. most people donât actually think theyâre cannibals but itâs just something people say to get under karenâs skin because thatâs fun.
but i like to imagine this rumor started with actual evidence of something. itâs not just like one day someone said âit would be funny to say this about karen lmaoâ itâs more like âpossibly human remains were found in the chasityâs freezer but this is kind of a normal occurrence in hatchetfield so weâre just going to turn it into a jokeâ
ALSO. that one scene in npmd right before dirty girl and basically just every scene where the chasitys interact feels kind of off. its definitely giving the trope of âthis a perfect utopia oh wait itâs actually really fucked up and dark when you think about it for a minuteâ like imagine in the dinner scene the âmouthful of mothers meatloafâ is fully some guys liver. and then karen chasity is like âoh i couldnât have done it without you mark, you work so hard dragging all of these corpses into our basement!â
this also works with the âthis is hatchetfield, people go missing every dayâ line because the chasitys are killing all of them and fucking eating them!! this can also account for why grace was so confident sheâd get away with maxâs murder because sheâs so used to living in a cannibalistic murder family that it doesnât cross her mind to worry. she just didnât account for the fact that this specific murder would be more trackable because she didnât yknow. eat maxs corpse so it was still there for the cops to find
graceâs entire personality in general is also really concerning! like, sheâs fucking insane obviously! but why? she probably didnât just pop out of the womb like that right? well, maybe itâs because she has been RAISED by crazy people. obviously her parents are very intensely christian but even the most devoted of christians donât usually summon five eldritch demons to do their bidding. like! that is most definitely not normal! so it makes complete sense that graceâs insanity runs in the family they are cannibals they eat people
i promise iâm almost done but i would LOVE a nightmare time episode about the chasitys being cannibals i feel like that has so much crazy potential especially considering their personalities i just love the idea of a typical american christian family sitting down together for dinner and saying grace with someoneâs fucking BRAIN on the plate in front of them. like thatâs fucking insane.
could you IMAGINE a nmt episode of karen chasity seducing Ted and luring him into her home only for mark and grace to come bursting out of the closet wielding kitchen knives? i would kill to see that.
#grace chasity#mark chasity#karen chasity#npmd#nerdy prudes must die#hatchetfield#this turned out WAY longer than i thought it would why am i insane#like this genuienly took like half an hour#starkid#jaspers thoughts
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ANOTHER NIKTO X READER I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE I WAS GOING WITH THESE SPECIFIC SCENARIOS JUST COME TO MIND DJDHSKS
this is made with a fem!reader in mind, I try to write everything kind of GN, so sorry, but gender is kind of important for this specific piece cause reader's mistaken for a man and doesn't correct anyone to hide their identity
Tw: drinking, swearing, google translated russian, probably a bit ooc Nikto, I make him a lil softer than he probably is.
Nikto x Disguised(?)!fem!reader
- "You're pretty small for a guy"
- you were more than used to that sentence by now, and you never once saught to correct or challenge anyone on it. Who cared? There where more important things than whats in your pants, and it was better that everyone thought you you a man anways.
- You were very private about your identity, you had friends and family back home you didn't want getting wrapped up in this shit. You've seen how petty people can be for just a little bit of revenge.
- you wore a full suit of gear that masked your feminine form, including a helmet with a built in voice changer. (You sounded similar to that of a metro-cop from half-life 2, but with way more clarity)
- You didn't even push the man narrative, everyone just naturally started using he & him for you, unaware of your past or who you really were.
- You were, for the most part, one of the guys. Your file even stated you as male. A serious oversight by the higher-ups.
- So then why was Nikto currently pointing a gun amd looking at a woman in *your* armor?
- *Funny timeskip that i added here because I thought it'd be a bit confusing jumping between these two bullet points*
- You often frequented the showers late at night, it was the only time you could wash yourself uninterrupted by others prying eyes.
- You never realized how often you and Nikto barely evaded seeing eachother. Youâd finish, disappear from the showers back to your room, and Nikto would come in, with the same idea of a late shower as you within a few minutes to as soon as 30 seconds after you departed.
- Tonight though, maybe by fate, you both got the idea at the same time, unfortunately for Nikto, you walked just a little faster.
- Nikto almost immediately turned around when he heard the water running, there was no point. Yet there was also frustration, and an overwhelming urge to confront whoever it was. Who the hell was showering at this hour?! Heâs never had this problem before, who was deciding to give him problems tonight?
- He cracked the door open, head peeping inside, his eyes widen big at you- whoever you were- in his fellow solider's suit.
- Now it should've occured to someone as intelligent as Nikto that this *was* his fellow solider, but he had known you for a while, and had never suspected anything before, he would've known if you weren't anyone you said you are...right? Had you truely bested Nikto?
- He pulled out his gun right as you seemed to notice him, letting out a yelp. You were a confident 'man' on the battlefield, but now, you were red in the face, caught in a web of lies you didn't even mean to string.
- *Timeskip from earlier ends here :3 there will be more timeskips tho because my ADHD ass LOVES giving context*
- "ŃйНŃдОк, ŃŃ ĐşŃĐž? Where is our teammate? What did you do to him?" He growled, cocking his gun and aiming it right at the girl's head.
- Your eyes are wide, as big as half-dollars, and threw your hands up into the air.
- "Nikto its me! Its me!" You plead. Only receiving a sneer and angry grunt
- "You think I'm a stupid man, ПаНонŃка�� довОŃка?!" He yelled, stepping closer, finger twitching on the trigger, his bloodlust rising.
- The running water is the only thing breaking the terrifying tension in the room, you're mind is racing, how do you get this killer off your back. You needed to prove who you were. Think! Think!
- "Please don't shoot- let me prove it, I can prove it's me Nikto. I-..." You feel your cheeks heating up, god this was fucking embarrassing, and Mr. Emotionless here is the last person you wanted to slip up with. Even if you did prove yourself, he might kill you just because he felt a little angry that you didn't tell him personally. You gulp at that thought.
- Nikto grins under his mask, amused, truely, his gun lowers a bit.
- "Go on." He muses, "tell me something only HE would know." He smirks, thinking about how he's going to lay your body in the shower and watch the blood seep down the drain.
- *Time skip backwards again here, cause I love me some backstory :3*
- Your mind races. You and Nikto weren't 'friends' per se, but you had a past, you had met him right around when he had come out of rehabilitation after his sickening torture. He was worse back then, he would snap on teammates. He snapped on you, pinning you to the wall once, eyes dilated and filled with a primal kind of rage, he pressed down on your neck.
- "ĐŃ ŃНОПаоП ŃвОи кОŃŃи, как ŃŃокНО, ПаНонŃкиК ĐźŃŃавоК."
- You had picked up some Russian from being around him and other fluent operators, knowing a decent amount, and in that moment you knew just enough to fear for your life.
- Thankfully Minotaur was in the area, and while he enjoyed watching a good scuffle bewteen two soldiers, he knew very well that this one would end with you dead, breaking up you two with very careful wording and while staying a very far away distance from the still ravenous, blood-thirsty Nikto.
- Surprisingly, you didn't completely avoid him after that, not like you could, the allegiance seemed to love put you two on the same team. Something about the variety of both your skillsets.
- It was true, you had to admit. You and Nikto worked very professionally on the field, quick and easy kills, communicating everything with head & hand gestures instead of talking. It was preferable for the both of you. And always ended with success. So maybe thats why you always ended up near eachother. Still, you always tried to give the Psychotic man the benefit of the doubt. Knowing the story of his past, as told to you by Rodion, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of empathy for the broken man.
- It eventually built up to you having a very personal moment with Nikto.
- You were on a long-term mission, you'd been deployed in Yakutsk, Russia. Yes, one of the coldest fucking places in the entire country. Reaching nearly unalivable conditions- In your opinion- but of course Nikto never complained, he liked the cold after all.
- You had shacked up in an abandoned home on the outskirts of the city for the night. You laid on the one of the dirty mattresses left there by the old tenants, whoever they were.
- You shivered and shook like a rabid animal. Unable to sleep from how cold you were. Even in your full body of armor, it wasn't doing enough. You had those crap emergency blankets but even they, and the addition of the thin poo-stained mattress beneath you, didn't help with the very persistent cold that seemed to seep in through every crack of the home possible.
- You can only assume Nikto is fast asleep, at least, until you hear a soft humming, one that turns into soft singing, its gruff, and deep, but as you continue to listen, you find it rather soothing.
- "ĐĐ´ŃавŃŃвŃĐšŃĐľ, довОŃки ĐĐ´ŃавŃŃвŃĐšŃĐľ, ПаНŃŃики ХПОŃŃиŃĐľ на ĐźĐľĐ˝Ń Đ˛ ОкнО...." He sang, tapping his foot to a beat in his head. It seemed there *were* moments where nikto wasn't being mentally tortured by his own mind. Instead, filled with a melody from childhood.
- You rolled over and saw Nikto sitting criss-cross on the other mattress, his mask was slightly lifted up, but it was too dark to make out anything but the outline of his chin, and there was something in his hand, a bottle of Vodka.
- Now that you found weird, Nikto usually wasn't one to live up to the stereotype, in fact, he barely drank at all. Sure, he did drink lots in his youth, and still did a few lines of coke or toked off the occasional blunt when the offer somehow came up, but he was sworn off alcohol for the most part, especially vodka or anything strong, it gave him extremely awful headaches, he was hangovers bitch.
- You finally sat up after a few minutes, alerting him to your presence, his singing ceased and he pulled his mask back down over his mouth quickly, shooting you a dangerous glare.
- you frowned through your helmet that you kept on, blinking tired, dissapointed eyes at him.
- "Don't stop, I didn't know you could sing like that Nikto... Or that you drank-"
- "ĐĐžŃпОди, СаŃкниŃŃ, ŃŃка. ŃŃ Đ˝Đ¸ŃогО ОйО Пно но СнаоŃŃ" he said defensively, you couldn't recognize every word but you recognized every swear, flinching at his vile language, but recognizing the slight slur in his words. A sign of inebriation.
- "Nikto...? You're drunk?" You try to ask, but he follows it up with a quick and defiant 'no' and more swearing. You let him, knowing better than you argue with the bullish man. Let him stop seeing red, than you could keep talking.
- "So.. what about tonight made you finally want to drink, I thought you liked the cold?" You ask, tilting your head.
- "I'm not drinking cause I'm sad." He corrected you coldly, setting the bottle down beside him, "The opposite actually."
- Nikto was...happy drinking? You didn't think normal people did that, but than again Nikto wasn't normal so- you supposed it made sense.
- "Whats the occasion?" You ask after a moment of consideration, and now that you thought about it, it was a bit rude, let the man be happy. occasion or not.
- "Everything is... Quiet tonight. I think we're just happy to be somewhere that feels like home." he says, tapping the side of his head.
- You're happy for him. He deserves moments like these. You find yourself scooting closer, settling down beside him when he doesn't shoo you away.
- "Tell me about your home, Nikto." You ask politely, taking him by surpise, catching him in a moment of vulnerability in his nostalgia and drunk-ness. The usual softness in your real voice, even with the voice changer, was present.
- He goes on to describe his early life to you, albiet, in bit and pieces, it's obvious he's holding back, relinquishing some details while stating others blantly. He also just doesn't remember much. Everything from birth to 5 years old is a blur for him. He just remembers his older brother and mom, and a vague outline of a father figure, but he left before Nikto's 6th birthday, Nikto can't remember his face or the sound of his voice anymore.
- He pointed out the song he was singing earlier, he listened to it often when he was a younger man. It reminded him of his mother and brother, of sitting at the dinnertable eating warm meals as a family whenever they scrounged up enough money to have the luxury of doing so. The laughter and love they shared, even if things around them were lackluster.
- He details early life in the military, his becoming of a spy and his... Eventual Downfall and capture.
- "One job, I got messy... I wasn't looking where I was going I..." He trailed off. He stopped telling his story and you reached a hand out, resting a hand on his shoulder.
- "Its okay. I get it. You don't need to tell me anymore if it hurts." You reassure, seeing the way he tenses under your pitiful touches.
- "I deserved it." He tried to continue, but you interupted him
- "None of that now. Just shut up and think about the now." You scold, noticing the wide eyes stare Nikto gives you.
- No one has ever told him to shut up before. He felt the heat rise in his cheeks underneath his mask, thank god he was wearing one.
- "Sorry." He muttered, and now you both sat there a bit stunned and quiet. The moment you were experiencing together left the both of your heart's racing, wondering a million things about the other.
- You because you had never seen such a soft, apologetic side of Nikto before, a man with no regrets, no empathy. He seemed so... Human?
- And Nikto because he couldn't believed he was being so soft and apologetic with someone. He always had his walls up. His mental fortress guarded with maximum security at all times. But you caught him when the Vodka- 3/4th a bottle of it that he found stashed in a drawer somewhere in the shack- had him weak, and you didn't take advantage of him. Didn't judge or even really cast much pity towards him. He didn't like being pitied. Fucking hated it actually. But here you were, rubbing his shoulder, which wasn't exactly an *unwelcomed* gesture, and sitting in silence with him. The voices were at bay tonight. Right now. It was just him, or whatever was left of Andre.
- "I used to walk 4 miles to school every morning in the freezing cold, and almost got hit by a pickup truck and stolen by a pack of wolves doing it." He suddenly blurted out, the previously warm vibes of the room returning as Nikto casted the past out of his mind. You were right. He was being too emotional, he should focus on the now.
- And right now, the booze brought him back to fonder memories, ones of childhood mischief and near death experiences.
- You looked at him with wide eyes and couldn't help the burst of laughter that followed, something that Nikto didn't find insulting, in fact, he was smiling too, underneath that mask.
- "You think that's funny, just wait til I tell you where I got my first tattoo..." He chuckled with his thick, russian accent.
- You and Nikto shared stories all night. And never once did Nikto question it, like when you told him you took ballet, or when you ripped your prom dress, or even when you told him about your first boyfriend. He shrugged it off. He wasnt exactly as straight as a board either. And the military exposed him to people from all walks of life.
- Of course, Nikto still thought you were a *man* at this point. A very effeminate acting man, but a man none the less.
- *Time skip ends here SORRY IF U HATED THAT SJSHSK*
- But now Nikto's world was flipped on it's head, as you combed through your mind, you find yourself going back to that silly song he sang. Trying to recall the words.
- "ĐĐ´ŃавŃŃвŃĐšŃĐľ.... дов-вОŃки.." you started, cringing at your poor pronouncations of the words and shrilly little singing voice.
- Nikto's eyes widen in recognition, all former sneers and snickers long gone. He wasn't joking anymore, and it seemed you weren't either.
- "ĐĐ´ŃавŃŃвŃĐšŃĐľ, ПаНŃŃики..." You continued, your cheeks growing impossibly red, "ĐĄ-CПОŃŃиŃĐľ на ĐźĐľĐ˝Ń Đ˛ ОкнО.."
- "That's enough. Stop. Stop it." Nikto demanded, aiming his gun right at you again, "how do you know that? That night?"
- "Cause it's me Nikto! I'm a girl!" You exclaimed, getting annoyed yourself. You practically just performed for the bastard, and now he was still trying to shoot you, just like you figured.
- There was a moment of silence. And Nikto stood there, as if needing to process everything that just happened.
- "Put on the helmet." He demands. And you don't defy him, placing your helmet on, the change in your voice is like night and day,
- "I didn't think it mattered this much, I'm sorry." You said genuinely. Your voice deepened to it usual state, confirming your indentity.
- There a few more moments of silence before Nikto coughs, grabbing your attention. He straightens himself. Lowering his gun and putting the safety back on. There's a sense of embarrassment in his movements, he's tense, and avoiding your eye contact.
- "It...it doesn't matter. We'll just shower tomorrow morning." He says and hurries off. Another vulnerable moment with you, what was wrong with him?! He hated himself right now. For having never realized, and for having threatened you.
- Nikto did hold you in high regards, not that he would ever tell you or another soul. He respected your dedication to the work, and after that night in the cabin, a mutual but unspoken trust was formed bewteen the two of you. You never had a moment like it afterwards. Well. Until now.
- You don't dare go after Nikto in that moment, but you want to. It's late, and if you woke everyone else up and made them aware of the situation, only god knows what would happen. So you shower and head off to bed, replaying senarios in your mind, planning what you'd say to Nikto first thing in the morning.
- Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on how you see it, he beat you to it.
- You were still sleeping when a heavy-handed Knock came to your door, sending you scurrying out of bed for your gear. You reach for your helmet until you hear the voice on the other side.
- "Hey... Its Nikto...let us in, please." He says, his voice gruff and demanding as usual but theres something else there....Pleading? Hoping?
- You freeze, fiddling with your helmet before deciding its not worth it. You quickly move to open the door, making sure noone else is around before ushering Nikto in.
- He takes a moment to look you up and down. You're not wearing any gear now. Just some plaid pajama pants and a white tanktop.
- He sighs, shaking any stray thoughts from his head. "We should talk. About last night." He finally states, and you agree with a simple nod, motioning for him to sit next to you on your bed.
- It feels like last time, except the cards have been flipped, this time, it was your secrets that were being spilled, and Nikto had the questions.
- "Why?" He asked flatly, "why hide your gender?"
- "Why hide your face?" You fire back, rolling your eyes at him like it was obvious, "for privacy, same reason as you, as Krueger. We don't want anyone knowing what we look like, our identities" you said, using another member of the allegiance, Sebastian Krueger, as an example.
- Nikto's eyes dart down in thought, and he nods, "I see."
- Theres more silence, it seems that was a recurring theme between you two, long bouts of silence. Never once did either of you try to force conversation. It came naturally.
- Nikto really appreciated that about you in this moment. It allowed him to get his thoughts straight, arguing with the voices for a bit before he opens his mouth again.
- "No one has to know." He says, like its that simple, and stands up. He starts for the door and you move to follow, a hand on his bicep.
- "Nikto wait- that's it?" You ask, confused, but what did you really expect? Nikto wasn't the type to gossip. If information needed to be gathered and brought back his superiors, he would. But that wasn't what he was asked to do.
- "Đ´Đ°, that's it." He said standing the in the doorway with finality.
- He shut the door behind him with a click and you stood there dumbfounded. Did any of that really just happen, or was all of this one big dream you were about to wake from?
- You pinched yourself with a winced and cursed under your breathe. This was reality. Could you really trust Nikto with this secret? Without blackmail? Without shame?
- Apparently, yes. As you would come to find out. In fact, you soon realize that this whole incident only made you and Nikto somehow closer.
- In battles, during tight situations, he was always there. Freeing you from the enemies grasp, carrying you with a bullet wound in your back. He was your personal guard.
- He wasn't being more protective just cause he knew you're a girl, he knew you were deadly. He's seen what you're capable off. No. You come to learn Nikto does this as a display of affection. Subtlety showing his appreciation for keeping his secrets, and in return, he keeps your's, and keeps you alive as well.
- After one particularly long mission, you're walking alongside each other, covered in dirt and grime, heading to the showers as the sun set and everyone heads for bed.
- You two showered together now, of course, broken up by thin curtains. It was a bit intimate, but it was an easier agreement than an already insomnia ridden-Nikto getting up at ungodly hours of the morning to shower.
- As you're walking together you nudge him gently, "good work today. You still fight well for a guy your age." You tease. Nikto knew full well you were hiding a shit eating grin under than helmet of yours, grimacing at you.
- "Yeah, good work to you too... For a girl." He says back venomously, earning him a playful punch.
- "Bastard! Don't be so loud about that!" You scold while whisper-yelling, but Nikto can still hear the smile in your voice. And knows its in jest.
- "It would be a shame if the others knew what a pretty little woman you really were."
- "It would be a shame if the others knew about the smiley face tattoed on your buttcheek."
- Both of your faces are red and concealing mischievous grins. This was you and Nikto's relationship now. Learnings eachothers secrets, and using them to pick on eachother. Playful banter.
- Everyone around base notices what you two are doing...just FUCK already you two... Damn. The tension is killing everyone.
- You and Nikto will probably end up together after a while more of this, its inevitable. You're just unjudgemental enough to deal with his freak, while also being one of the only solider's on base willing to put up with his terrifying, intimidating aura for long periods of time!
- Nikto always kind of liked you, as a man, and even now as a woman. And sharing your secrets only solidified that attraction in his mind. You were his ПиНŃĐš, and he would keep you and your secrets safe for as long as he lived.
AHHHH HOLY FUCKING SHIT SORRY IF THE END FEELS RUSHED I TRIED TO CONCLUDE THIS LONG ASS STORY, I DIDN'T REALIZE HOW MUCH YAP I HAD IN MEđł
The song Nikto was humming is ĐинО - ĐĐťŃПиниовŃĐľ ОгŃŃŃŃ, and was inspired by a comment on my post about Russian and Austrian musc left by @weepingmagazinesandwich and once I heard that song I knew I had to use it in a writing piece its just so sweet. The two playlists were made btw I just never publicly posted them (also cause Nikto's list is chronically short, and Krueger's playlist is already almost hours long) so- idk if y'all want those posted but lmkđ I hope you enjoyed this- whatever you'd call it. Idk what to call the reader in this. Disguised!reader sounds so silly.
I have a sfw agere krueger drabble comin out soon, and I just started writing big chunks of the hubby!gromsko x reader hcs.
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Purly got Arrested Fic
This is so not his fault.Â
If heâs going down for it- and it definitely seems like he is, considering the holding cell the blond haired cop with the gross cologne is locking them into seems pretty hardcore- he just wants to make that very clear. This is not his fault.Â
Ok, so maybe it was his idea. But it was the kind of good idea that seems great when heâs lying in the lot passing a joint back and forth with Curly, the same kind of good idea as buying a drink for a stranger when youâre drunk, or baiting Steve into a fight until you find out Evieâs mad at him- not an actual good idea. He, being a very rational, very smart individual, knew this.Â
Curly, apparently, did not. And since Curly is like a dog with a bone, or like that freakish raccoon he feeds with a box of soggy McDonaldâs fries, he refused to let it go. So they did it.Â
In both of their defense, while it was stupid, it wasnât something he thought they could be arrested for. Ok, thatâs wasnât exactly true, but it definitely wasnât something he thought theyâd get caught doing. Something tells him that defense isnât exactly gonna go over well with Darry. Soda might have thought it was funny- if it hadnât been Curly he was doing it with.Â
Bullshit.
âOne phone call boys.â Officer Dipshit Cologne reminds them with a frown, then crosses to sit at a desk on the side of the room opposite the holding cell.Â
Just great.
Itâs kind of anticlimactic all things considered. Two-bit and Steve tell such tuff stories of being hauled in that heâd thought heâd at least feel cool the first time he got arrested, but so far itâs just been like, super annoying and inconvenient. He doesnât feel very cool. Mostly embarrassed. And kind of hungry. Darry is supposed to be making chicken tonight and he really hopes he can get outta here before dinnertime because Soda will steal his share if he isnât there.
He sighs and exchanges a look with Curly.
âYou gonna call Tim?â
Curly scoffs.
âWhy bother? Bail is five bucks we donât have, âspecially since I'll be out tomorrow. âSides, he bailed me out last month when I lit that fire in the park, so itâll be at least half a year âfore he does anythinâ like that again.â
âShit.â
âWhat?â Curly grins, entirely in his element. Hell, he almost looks more relaxed than usual, standing in this glorified cage, leaning against the bars without a care in the world. Ponyboy canât decide whether the sight makes him want to punch him or snog the life out of him. Itâs a familiar feeling at this point. ânot lookinâ forward to callinâ good olâ Darry?â
âShut up,â Pony glares. Fuck, he definitely wants to kiss him. Stupid fucking Curly Shepard with his cocky grin and that catlike arrogance, driving him mad when he should actually be mad, âthe second I call Darry is the second my life ends.â
Heâll be grounded for life for this. Heâll be forty years old and sitting bored out of his fucking mind in the living room while Darry glares at him from the armchair. Curly, unfortunately, is an asshole and so refuses to see the gravity of the situation. Instead, he fucking laughs.
So much for âsolidarityâ and âdonât worry itâll be funâ and âIâve got your back, so quit being a pussy and just fucking do it already.â
Bullshit.
âQuit beinâ dramatic.â
âOh if you think itâs gonna be such a calm and collected conversation why donât you call Darry and explain that we got arrested for public indecency.â
âI think they called it disturbinâ the peace when they was cuffinâ me actually.â
âLucky you,â Ponyboy snarls, because yeah, okay, Curly did have his pants on when they got arrested, but he definitely hadnât had them on when that old lady called the cops, so really, they should both be getting the indecency charge.Â
Bullshit.
âReal talk though,â Curly says, âI donât mind callinâ Darry for you. The big man loves me.â
âDo not.âÂ
Darry was actually being like, really cool about his friendship with Curly but this whole incident would change that. And donât even get him started on what would happen if Curly called the house and Soda answered. Then the holding cell would be a blessing, simply because Soda couldnât commit a murder if Curly was already locked up.
âWell unless youâre fixinâ to stay here overnight and cuddle, one of us has gotta call someone.â
âWhat about Angela?â
âWhat about her?â Curly props his elbow on Ponyâs shoulder.
âWould she come get us?â
âHmm,â Curly considers it, âshe might come get me. She owes me for helpinâ her sneak out without Tim catchinâ her last week, but she definitely wonât come for you.â
Heâs right. Ponyboy knows heâs right because he and Angela kind of canât fucking stand each other. He wouldnât bail her out, not even for Curlyâs sake, so it makes sense she wouldnât bail him out either. Still, itâs fucking rude.
âYou could call Matthews,â Curly suggests, âbet heâd be cool about it.â
âI gotta better chance of gettinâ the president on the line than Two-bit.â
âGuess youâre shit outta luck then,â Curly shrugs, beckoning him over to the bench on the other side of the cell. Thereâs a greasy looking guy passed out drunk leaning against it, so they take a seat on the opposite side, âyou can always just stay the night with me. We could get real cozy if yâknow what I mean?â
He waggles his eyebrows suggestively and Pony swats at him. Dealing with Curly, heâs learned, requires skills not unlike those one would need to tame a rabid dog or a toddler on crack. Which, given Curlyâs upbringing, may have been something that happened once or twice.Â
âI canât not go home,â Ponyboy reminds him, âtheyâll lose their shit.â
Which is fair. After Windrixville and Johnny and Dal it makes sense that Darry and Soda go apeshit when heâs late for curfew and doesnât call ahead, which is why he tries his very best to keep them informed. Still. This is not a situation he is looking forward to informing them of.
âArenât they gonna lose their shit anyway?â
âWell yeah, but itâd definitely be worse if I donât go home tonight and then they find out itâs because I was arrested.â
âI mean,â Curly points out, âyou wouldnât have to tell them.â
Shows what he knows. Curly has never had to sit on the couch with Darry using his freaky mind reading powers and Sodaâs huge disappointed eyes boring into him to get him to confess to maybe, hypothetically, potentially cussing his teacher out in science class. Those two can get him to be more truthful than a polygraph. Itâs so annoying.
âYes I would. And I canât not call. I justâŚI canât.â
Curly seems to finally get it because his eyes light in understanding and he headbuts him in the shoulder. Itâs kind of sweet.
âBetter do it sooner than later then, huh?â
âYeah,â Pony sighs, waving the cop over, slapping a hand over Curlyâs mouth when the other boy goes to say something because he knows that look in Curlyâs eye. Itâs the same look he had when he told their gym teacher his shitty attitude probably wasnât why his wife left him it was his looks.
Two minutes later heâs standing in front of the phone, that cop- whoâs cologne is still terrible and giving him a headache- practically breathing down his neck, and wondering if heâs really going to go through with this.Â
The cop clears his throat and thatâs when Pony realizes that yes, he is indeed going to do this, because he does not have a choice.
Sighing, and refusing to glance at where Curly is audibly laughing at him in the holding cell, he carefully dials the number. Of course the first number is a nine so he has to watch as the rotary phone slowly winds back to zero before he can wind it over to the six.
Finally, the dial tone sounds in his ear. It rings once. Twice. Three times. Heâs just starting to worry that maybe no one is home when he hears a click and Darryâs smooth baritone filters through the speaker.Â
âHello?â
âHey Darry,â his voice comes out a lot squeakier than he hoped and he fights to keep his feet from fidgeting. That cop had made it clear he didnât appreciate it, and much as heâd never admit it, he was still kind of scared of cops, maybe even more so after Windrixville.Â
âPonyboy?â He can hear the slight concern in Darryâs voice. Itâs an odd time for him to be calling, considering it isnât even six yet and curfew is still hours away. âEverything ok?â
âI need you to come pick me up.â
âOkayâŚâ Darry sounds almost suspicious now. He can hear hollering in the background- probably Steve and Two-bit arguing over the tv. âWhere are you?â
âDonât get mad.â Pony begs, and apparently itâs the wrong thing to say.
âWhat did you do?â Darry isnât shouting- heâs a lot better about that now- but the resigned exhaustion in his voice is almost worse.
âNothing!â
âPonyboy,â Darry warns and itâs his I-swear-to-god-kid-youâre-gonna-send-me-to-an-early-grave voice, âwhere are you?â
âBefore I answer that I need you to think about how good Iâve been lately. Straight As at school, track awards, hell, I even did the dishes yesterday even though it was Sodaâs turn-â
â-You got arrested, didnât you?â Darry cuts him off and Pony has to hand it to him, in the past year, ever since they got close again, Darry really has learned to read him like a book.Â
â...yes.â
Darry sighs. Itâs world weary, but if Pony didnât know better heâd swear there was an undercurrent of amusement there. The arguing in the background has abruptly cut off, which is kind of rude. Heâs just as tough as the rest of them. Him getting arrested shouldnât be this surprising.
âWhat did you do?â
âBefore I tell you I need you to keep an open mind-â
â-Nevermind.â Darry cuts him off again, firmly, âjustâŚwhatâs the charge?â
âIâm not exactly sure,â Pony admits, âthey said public indecency when they were cuffing me, but Curly swears itâll only count as disturbing the peace-â
âIf I get down there and you donât have pants on so help me god, Ponyboy-â
âCool it Dar,â he rolls his eyes, âthe cops let me put them back on before they cuffed me.â
âJesus christ,â he can almost see Darry through the phone, resting his forehead against the wall and rubbing his eyes, âyou better have a damn good explanation for this.â
Good? Maybe not. Interesting? Definitely. Not that he was about to say that. This was going better than he couldâve hoped, all things considered, but he wasnât about to test his luck.
âIâll be there in fifteen minutes,â Darry continues, âdonât answer any questions and donât do anything stupid- scratch that, donât do anything else stupid. And tell that friend of yours Iâll be payinâ Tim a visit on my way over.â
The line goes dead.Â
He canât help but grin as he places the phone back on the receiver. Sure, heâs still in huge trouble but that went like, so much better than heâd imagined. Hell, his grounding might even be lifted before he graduates.
As the cop walks him back over to the holding cell he canât help but hope Soda wasnât home to hear the aftermath of that particular phone call. Not that he thinks Soda wonât support him, but if Darry mentions Curly then the chances of him making this whole thing a lot more of an issue than it needs to be are 1000x higher.Â
âWell?â Curly grins as soon as the door clanks shut behind him, Officer Dipshit Cologneâs key jangling in the lock, âHowâd he take it?â
âHe said heâs stoppinâ to talk to Tim on his way over here,â Pony tells him, hoping to wipe that smug look of Curlyâs face, âso donât get too comfortable.â
âComfortable?â Curly snorts, stretching out on the bench, âPonykid, this place is practically my second home at this point. âSides, I already told you Tim ainât cominâ, not for somethinâ like this.â
âHe might if Darry asks him to.â Pony points out. Curly doesnât deign to answer. It doesnât matter: they both know heâs right, even if Curly doesnât want to admit it.
âMove over will ya?â Pony nudges Curly into a sitting position, taking a seat next to him on the bench.Â
Curly elbows him back because heâs a menace.
Pony shoves him.
Curly hip checks him, hard enough he almost falls off the bench.
Pony tackles him.Â
Then theyâre really wrestling, rolling around on the concrete floor. Curly smells like Marlboro cigarettes and dirt and cheap shampoo, but somehow it works. Theyâve rolled a bit, bit Curlyâs got him pinned right now, and jus like every time they fight its unlike fighting anyone else. Heâs hyper aware of everywhere Curlyâs body is pressed against his- knees bracketed on either side of his hips, one hand pinning his shoulders down, the other reaching to smack at him half heartedly, in a way Pony knows is Curlyâs version of playful.
He loves it, and like every time they tussle like this, he kind of also wants to explode.
âHey!â Officer Dipshit Cologne rattled the door of the cell, âKnock it off you two!â
Ponyboy and Curly exchange a look and burst out laughing. Curly climbs off him, pulling Pony to his feet and the collapse on the bench together.Â
Their mirth doesnât last long.
âPonyboy Curtis!â A second later Darry Curtis is striding into the station, green flannel tucked into his jeans in an attempt to look respectable, wearing his best âresponsible adultâ face, and Ponyboy remembers he is still in so much trouble. âIâm here for my brother, Ponboy Curtus.â
Beside him, Curly has gone stiff.Â
âNo way,â he mutters, looking like he had that time they explored the old Bronsen house on halloween- that is to say, like heâd seen a ghost, âtheres no fucking wayâŚâ
Ponyboy looks up and sees what stopped Curly in his tracks. Tim Shepard, as grim faced and dangerous looking as ever, prowling after Darry like a panther.
Pony shoot Curly a smug look. Curly swats at him without taking his eyes off his brother.
âThis ainât goodâŚâ he mutters, as Tim starts talking to Officer Dipshit Cologne alongside Darry.
âSure ainât.â Ponyboy agrees as the officer marches toward the cell, Darry and Tim at his heels. Golly they look pissed.
âWanna make a run for it?â
âFuck no,â Pony murmurs back, âIâm already in enough shit as it is.â
âYou fuckinâ dumbass,â Tim barks as soon as the doorâs unlocked, and he seizes Curly by the ear, ignoring his pained yelp as he half drags him out of the police station, scolding him in rapid fire spanish. Pony doesnât understand much but his name gets thrown in there a few times and he canât help but wince. The last thing he needs is to be on Tim Shepardâs shit list.
Darry doesnât look too happy but he doesnât look near as mad as Tim. Pony thanks his lucky stars for that.
âCâmon kiddo,â Darry jerks his head, âletâs go.â
Pony follows him out to the truck, explains the thought process behind stripping down and trying to steal the coins in the fountain at the park because it seemed like thereâd be enough for cigarettes and movie snacks. He pretends he doesnât know what Darry means when he tells him he of all people needs to be careful about indecency charges, while his cheeks heat and Darry gives him terrified, significant, half pleading looks.Â
Still, he canât bring himself to regret any of it. Not even when Soda spends half an hour ranting to him about how Curly is the spawn of the devil on earth. Not even when Steve laughs at him about why he got arrested.
Like everything when it comes to Curly, it was just too much fun to regret.Â
#the outsiders#ponyboy curtis#curly shepard#darry curtis#purly#PaperCut#tim shepard#angela shepard#sodapop curtis#darrel curtis
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AHHHSHFBTKFNTLFKGNFMDM SONIC 3 TRAILER SONIC 3 TRAILER SONIC 3 TRAILER IM LOOSING MY SHIT RN
hereâs some things i noticed/wondered/loved:
- i think in that scene where tom is on the ground yelling for sonic, he is wearing a special forces suit. maybe he upgraded from cop to working with gun?? if so i think thatâs a really good use of his character actually! he wanted to save a life and raise a family above all else yes, but he still got his previous dream of doing more serious cop work!
- shadow just. has a big ass portal?? like holy shit heâs just suckin the life outta earth and ig thatâs one way to do it (or maybe itâs just a ring and iâm stupid idek)
- iâm sure weâll learn more about this in the actual movie so iâm not too worried, but iâm super confused at the very beginning scene. apparently sonic didnât change his heartâŚbut he did tho? like he learned what being a true hero meant in the last movie. tbh i feel like thatâs enough but hey iâm not against more character development for our boy so!! (also that bit where heâs like âin my lungsâ was actually really funny to me, ben schwartzâ awesome delivery caught me off guard)
- GERALD ROBOTNIK ALIVE HUUUUH?! tbh i wouldâve preferred if maria was alive, i feel like that would be an interesting dynamic. but also ig that would make it harder for shadow to learn anything so i totally get it. anyways iâm just glad theyâre putting a little twist on the story, it keeps it interesting. they already sorta did that with the knuckles and iblis thing actually! (even if that show sucked ass and although that probably wasnât intentional đ)
- even tho bro only got like⌠3 lines, i really think keanu fits shadow. heâs very soft spoken in comparison to the rest of the case which feels nice. also heâs like the âreally badâ guy so ofc heâs not gonna be yappin on and on like sonic or robotnik and heâs gonna take things uber seriously.
- where was my girl maddie :( i think she was only in like a singular frame. hope shes in the movie a somewhat significant amount. i heart pretzel lady!! could live without wade tho like pls im so sick of his bowling soap opera đ
- FAT ROBOTNIK FAT ROBOTNIK FAT ROBOTNIK!!! after fucking 3 movies they finally fulfilled jim carreyâs wishes!! let the man get creative like please i love jim carrey sm aughdfhfnfmschxj. also love how we got so much stobonik content within that short scene like jesus come get yâallâs food
- shadow at one point says something along the lines of âwhen weâre done, there wonât be anything left.â maybe iâm reading WAY to into this but what does the âweâreâ part mean?? is he working with others? i feel like this is either gonna be team dark or some new movie exclusive character(s). edit: someone made a valid point that heâs actually probably referring to gerald (look at reblogs!)
-CHAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! lowkey wonder if the room therye in is like an amusement park or somethin like that
- no sign of amy :( but honestly my prediction now is that sheâs gonna be the post credit scene teaser cus they always do a new character reveal there. first tails, then shadow. and honestly now i think it might be better that way so shadow can have a chance to breathe and show his story in full. iâm pretty sure i vaguely remember colleen (tailsâ VA) being kinda mysterious about amyâs appearance when asked, and also the fact that it was confirmed that this isnât the end of the movie franchise/universe. but ig weâll just have to wait and see!
so sorry i stated this yesterday morning to give my initial thoughts but then got busy and completely forgot to post/finish it. and today i started (and am close to finishing) a very long edit of the trailer, so be on the look out for that too!
genuinely i feel like this movie is gonna somehow be even more record breaking than any of the previous movies and i am so here for the hype đ
#sonic#sonic the hedgehog#sth#sonic fandom#sonic movie#shadow the hedgehog#sonic wachowski#knuckles the echidna#miles tails prower#amy rose#stobotnik#dr ivo robotnik#robotnik#agent stone#wade whipple#maddie wachowski#tom wachowski#sonic movie 3#sega sonic#analysis#predictions#sonic 3#sonic adventure 2#chao
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