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blueshirtjamie · 1 year ago

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"Slut!" // J. Hughes

In which Jack and the reader decide to go public with their blossoming relationship, only to discover that the internet can be a cruel place. Is all of it really worth it? (Inspired by the masterpiece of a vault track Taylor gave us.)

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, insults (the title is slut after all), not proofread so please pardon any small errors!

Word count: 1.9k

A/N: I honestly don't know Jack's personality very well so hopefully I did an okay job of characterizing him. I hope you enjoy this! My requests are always open :)

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Everyone wants him, that was my crime

You had been dating New Jersey’s star young forward, Jack Hughes, for some time now– but it was a complete secret. Jack was one of the NHL’s biggest names because of his insane talent on the ice. And, much to your chagrin, he was also one of the most crushed-on players in the league. His ocean-blue eyes and sweet smile charmed anyone who laid eyes on him, and you were so afraid of what people would say if they found out that you two were an item. New Jersey Devils fans, and Jack Hughes fans in particular, were nothing if not protective and could be so mean online. You liked Jack a lot–you two had so much fun together, always laughing and doing fun things, and you didn’t want the world to break you two apart. You were afraid to share Jack, something you had shared with him from the start of your relationship. The Tweets, Tumblr posts, and Instagram accounts dedicated to your boy ignited a jealous and protective streak in you, but it was the price you’d have to pay to stay with Jack– and one you’d pay willingly.

Aquamarine, moonlit swimmin' pool// What if all I need is you?

“I think we should go public soon, babe,” Jack said one night as you two were taking a late-night dip in your backyard pool. You swam over to him and put your arms around his neck, planting a small kiss on his lips.

“ I don’t know, Jack,” you said. “I’m just so scared of what people will say. What if all I need is you? No one else’s opinions and validation, just my boy?” You gave him a small smile.

“I know you’re scared, baby,” he replied. “But I want to show you off to the world. Everyone deserves to see my pretty girl and learn all about you and your kind heart.”

You blushed, and a sigh escaped you.

“Okay,” you conceded. “If you’re sure, J, then I trust you.”

Jack smiled, pulling you in for a long, slow kiss. The kind that made your stomach flutter and your heart melt.

Got love-struck, went straight to my head// Got lovesick all over my bed

The moonlit swim replayed in your head as you two lay in bed that night. Jack had been sound asleep next to you, softly snoring, for a while now. You, on the other hand, were wide awake, your mind racing. “I want to show you off to the world,” you heard on loop. The sweet facial expression Jack gave you as you said it. The soft kiss that had quickly heated up. God, you loved kissing Jack, and with each kiss, you felt yourself falling deeper and deeper for him. Each sweet word from his pretty lips intensified your feelings. There was no denying it— you were falling in love with Jack Hughes, and he was right. It was time for the world to finally know.

The next morning, you sat next to Jack in bed as he scrolled through photos of you guys, trying to find the perfect few to post on his Instagram. Finally, you settled on three– a shot of you two post-game, one with the city skyline in the background, and a selfie of you kissing his cheek. Your heart pounded as Jack typed out the caption: “my whole heart ❤️”. He pressed “post” and you took a deep breath.

“I could throw up,” you said, curling into Jack’s side. He held you close, placing a gentle kiss on your head.

“Everyone is gonna love you, babe, I don’t know how they couldn’t.”

And I break down, then he's pullin' me in// In a world of boys, he's a gentleman

As it turns out, the internet was a cruel place, and not everyone loved you. While the comments on Jack’s post were mostly positive, especially the ones from teammates and other players, others were not so nice. The words “slut”, “puck bunny”, “clout chaser”, and “bitch” floated around a lot, and so you found yourself doom scrolling through social media, reading every comment you could find. Your photos were reposted time and time again on various accounts, and it was overwhelming. Tears welled in your eyes and you tried hard to hold them back, but you were unsuccessful. Once they started falling, they just wouldn’t stop. Jack walked around the corner into your bedroom to find you a sobbing mess. He took your phone from your hands, powered it off, and took both of your hands in his.

“We’re done with that for today, okay?” he said gently. He pulled back the covers on your bed and helped you get in before getting in himself, pulling your body into his.

“They’re being so mean, Jack,” you said between sobs. “I knew it was a bad idea, I knew it!”

Jack shushed you gently, wiping your tears with his thumb.

“Those people don’t matter, love. What matters is that you’re mine, and I’m going to protect you like my life depends on it. You and me, that’s all that matters, okay?”

You nodded as a sob racked through your body. Jack held you like that, whispering reassurances and stroking your hair until you calmed down, your breathing becoming more even and your cries fading out. He handed you a box of tissues from the nightstand and smiled at you as you dabbed at your eyes and blew your nose.

“I’m sorry baby,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Jack cupped your face with both of his hands, looking you in your eyes.

“Hey, there’s nothing to apologize for, baby,” he said. “At some point, you get used to any kind of comments about you and block them out. I forgot that not everyone can ignore it like I’ve learned to. I’m gonna protect you, okay? I mean it. I will tell you time and time again how amazing you are, and I’ll make sure they know it too.” He kissed you gently, and you melted into him.

I said, "It might blow up in your pretty face"// I'm not sayin', "Do it anyway"// But you're going to

After an afternoon spent snuggling up to Jack and watching movies, you were calm, and the comments had drifted from your mind. Let them talk, you thought. As long as I have my boy, that’s all that matters.

“Let’s go out tonight,” Jack said, looking at you, his face lit up in excitement.

“Jack…” you started, an air of uncertainty in your voice.

“No, I mean it. Let’s go out and be seen, show people that their comments don’t matter in the slightest. Let’s go have fun and get your mind off things, ya know?”

You sighed deeply, contemplating. You could dress up, go out, and have some fun with your boy, or you could stay in bed and sulk. Okay, you thought. Let’s do this.

“Okay,” you said, looking at Jack and smiling. “But if it blows up in your pretty face, don’t say I didn’t warn you, babe.”

His elation visibly grew as his smile widened.

“Okay!” He said, placing a gentle kiss on your lips. “Let’s get ready, then.”

But if I’m all dressed up, they might as well be lookin' at us// And if they call me a slut, you know it might be worth it for once// And if I'm gonna be drunk, I might as well be drunk in love

So there you were, dressed in a sexy little black dress that hugged your curves and showed off your best assets, your hair and makeup done up. You felt confident, you felt strong, you felt… hot. Jack agreed, whistling at you as you rounded the corner and stepped into his view.

“Wow, babe,” he said, taking you in. “You are absolutely stunning. I can’t wait to show my girl off,” he smiled, taking your hand and spinning you in a small circle. He pulled you in then, both his hands on your waist, and gave you a long, slow kiss. You melted into him and deepened the kiss. After pulling away, you took in the sight of Jack. Black pants and blazer paired with a crisp white button-down and black tie, hair mussed up in just the right way that you loved on him.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you smiled, meeting his eyes with your own. He smiled back, that charming, bright smile that gave you butterflies every time.

“Ready to go?” he asked. You nodded confidently.

“We look so good,” you said. “They might as well be looking at us, right?”

Jack laughed. “That’s my girl.”

The bar was busy on a Friday night, as was expected, so you two were able to grab a drink inconspicuously, blending into the crowd. Jack kept a hand around your waist the entire time, gently guiding you through the sea of people drinking, mingling, and dancing. You two found a table to stand at and people-watched, chatting and laughing together. It felt good to be out, to be dressed up, to feel confident. Your conversation was soon interrupted by a man, clearly already a few drinks in.

“Oh my god,” he shouted over the music. “Jack Hughes!”

He clapped a firm hand on Jack’s back.

“Can I take a picture with you?” he asked, more as a warning, as his phone quickly obscured Jack’s face as he leaned in for a selfie.

Just as soon as he arrived, he was gone.

“So it begins,” Jack said, a tone of annoyance in his voice. “I bet that picture is already on Twitter.”

He took his phone out to check social media, and you leaned close to him, peering over his shoulder. He placed a hand on your lower back, scrolling through his mentions with the other hand. Sure enough– a grainy, dimly lit photo of you two in candid conversation had been posted by a hockey “news” account.

Jack Hughes spotted with his new girlfriend at a Newark bar! (via @jacklukequinn)

Somehow, this didn’t bother you at all. If you were gonna dress up, they should be looking at you. You two were a hot couple, and the world deserved to see. If they called you a slut, or a puck bunny, or a clout chaser, so what? It was worth it. You had Jack– what they all wanted– so it was worth it. You had the boy who melted your heart with his charming smile, made you feel beautiful with his kind compliments, and kissed you like no one else ever had. If you were gonna get drunk, you might as well be drunk in love, too. You took Jack’s hand, looking him in his eyes.

“Come on baby, I wanna dance,” you said, a smile creeping onto your face.

Takin’ your time in the tangerine neon light, this is luxury// You're not sayin' you're in love with me// But you're goin' to

You led Jack to the dance floor, throwing your arms around his neck as he placed his hands on your hips. You swayed them to the beat, moving as close to him as you could be. The world around you faded– the words, the people, the thoughts, the insecurity, all fading away as you danced and the alcohol set in. It was just you and Jack, the neon lights of the bar casting his face in a tangerine glow. He looked at you lovingly, his eyes soft and his smile sweet. You laughed, pulling him close to place a kiss on his delicious lips. This, this right here was all you needed. All that mattered. Just you and Jack, falling in love. If they called you a slut, it truly might be worth it for once.

#hayleywriteshockey #jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes imagine #nhl x reader #nhl imagine #new jersey devils

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ceasarslegion · 5 months ago

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Have you guys noticed the like. Weird attitude lately on this site that's like "I'm personally afraid of dogs so therefore no one is allowed to have their dogs exist around me or you're reckless and irresponsible and should have your dog taken away from you. What if someone has a phobia!" And like I hate to break this to you guys but if you go out in public the public will be there. And some of them will have dogs. They are allowed to have their dogs with them. It's actually on you to manage your fears and phobias and not on other people to lock their pets up forever and never let them go outside for your sake, a total stranger. "Well what about accessibility for xyz!" Well you can have dog friendly and accessible areas at the same time, did you know that? The dog owners are not the reason management didn't put a wheelchair ramp up to the cafe. And if youre afraid of dogs you can just not go to establishments that say dogs are welcome in them. Brb going into a lesbian bar and getting mad when most of them aren't interested in me

I also hate to break this to you but if you go to a public park there might be dogs off-leash there playing fetch and running around. Crazy thought I know. It's almost like if you go to a place where dogs are particularly known to frequent you might see dogs. And they might be off-leash if the environment is encouraging for it. This does not make the owners abusive and irresponsible. Brb playing fetch with my high-energy breed dog in a wide open field but only throwing the ball a few feet ahead because I can't let them off their leash or tumblr user pikafag with a toothpaste flag pfp will say my dog is dangerous and deserves to be euthanized

#some thoughts

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quinloki · 2 years ago

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Elevator Music

Fem Reader x Eustass Kid

One Shot - 2,956 words

CW: Language, sexual themes and situations, semi-public sex, elevator sex, rough sex, consensual, modern au, Kid has both arms. 18+ only

-:- Table of Consent -:-

Inspired by this tumblr post about being trapped in an elevator with the person on your lockscreen.

“Floor?” You ask as the tall, broad shouldered young man stepped into the elevator. He looked like he could be the poster boy for punk rock. Wild red hair, golden brown eyes, scars that did nothing to detract from his looks, and a confidence in his step you had to appreciate.

“Eleven.” He answers. His voice is a little like gravel but not unpleasant.

You press the button and return to your phone, stealing a few sideways glances as politely as you could. Shame you didn’t have business with him, but the elevator ride was improved at least.

Around the 8th floor there was a jolt, not a hard one, but it was unnerving in the otherwise smooth ride. You both flinched a little and exchanged glances, and you nearly said something when another harder jolt shook the elevator carriage. You can’t help the surprised squeak that escapes you, and you grab onto the bar.

The elevator doesn’t move. Smooth, jerkily, or otherwise.

You and the punk exchange glances before looking around the compartment. There’s an emergency box he pulls open and an old style phone with no buttons. He picks it up and you can hear it ringing even after he puts it by his ear. You’re still looking around for the little red button, or anything that might be useful if no one picks up the phone.

But after a few rings there’s a voice. It’s too muffled to make out, but you can hear your fellow trapped passenger.

“Yeah, the elevator’s stuck.” There’s muffled talking and he looks around and looks at you. “See anything that says what car this is?”

“Six?” You prompt, pointing to a number just under the floor button.

“Probably. Yeah, we think it’s car 6… yeah, ‘we’, there’s a lady in here too.” There’s a long silence, and he rolls his eyes. “Am I staying on the line for this, or can you call us?” He pinches the bridge of his nose. “Sure, sure. Here.”

He hands you the phone and you make a face before taking it. “Yell-o?” You say, unsure what was going on.

“Ma’am, we need to know if you feel threatened.” The voice on the other end of the line says.

“Huh?”

“If you feel unsafe we can probably get authorization to break the doors open and getting you out before the fire department arrives.”

“Hang on.” You put the phone to your chest and look at the big guy with you. “If I tell them you’re making me feel scared they’re willing to break the rules and get us out of here faster.”

“… You’re not afraid of me?”

You tilt your head. “No, why would I be?”

He grunts. “It’s fine then, you can lie, it won’t bother me.”

You speak back into the phone. “Hello? Yes, uh, yes, I am so if you could-.”

“For insurance reasons you’ll have to officially press charges ma’am.” The man on the other end of the line explains. “My supervisor just informed me.”

“Oh. Well, no then. Just get us out of here as fast as you can. I was on my way to an interview.” You reply. “I’d rather not miss it. Did you need to speak to him again?”

“No ma’am. We’ll call once we have an ETA for you. You can hang up for now.”

“Alright, thank you!” You say cheerfully and hang the phone up. “Sorry, we’ll probably be here for a while. They wanted me to file actual charges.” You grouse, clicking your tongue. “How useless.”

He shrugs and sits down in the corner by the phone. “What’s your name, doll?”

“Anything but that,” you say with a smile, sitting down across from him, being mindful of your interview outfit. “(Y/N). What’s yours, red?”

He grunts. “Anything but that.” He echoes. “Eustass Kid.”

“Well, Mr. Eustass, my apologies for not pressing charges on you.” You say with a grin.

He grunts a laugh, and leans his head back. “Hope you make your interview.”

“Ha! Thanks.” You sigh. “I’m kind of glad to be missing it, but it won’t matter. I’ll just have to try again tomorrow.” You admit with a sigh.

“Oh?”

“Yeeeeeah, it’s my dad’s company. I could give two shits less about it, quite frankly, but I’ve been black listed.”

“Huh?” Eustass looked at you with actual interest for the first time since he got into the elevator. “Are you saying your old man kept other companies from hiring you?”

You nod. “Dad doesn’t have a son. Someone’s gotta take over, and if I don’t then I don’t get to work at all. I spent the last two years job hunting, and he pulled the plug on everything. I can’t even get a job as a newspaper boy, and I don’t have enough personal funds to get out of the range of his reach.

“Ahhh, sorry, a bunch of rich kid drama, isn’t it? I have it so hard.” You try to laugh, but frustration makes it hard to be flippant. “If I play along for a couple years I can bounce. That wouldn’t be so bad.”

“… You don’t have to have it hard for something to suck ass.” He says after a moment. “Your dad’s a real bastard.”

You grin. “Thanks.”

A few more minutes pass and the elevator phone rings. Eustas picks it up and listens for a few moments before replying. “Sure, we’ll be fine. If anything changes we’ll call.”

He hangs up the phone and settles against the wall more. “Get comfortable, it’s gonna be an hour at least. Says the fire fighters are busy, and once the emergency calls are cleared they’ll send someone over.”

You lean back with a bit of a sigh. You weren’t sad to be missing the interview, but you also weren’t thrilled to spend an hour or more in a box, eight floors off the ground.

You take out your phone and putz around on it for a while. After a few minutes you find yourself stealing glances at Eustass Kid. Punk rock r-shirt, work boots, dusty jeans. He smells of grease and oil and metal and chocolate. In the enclosed space it doesn’t take much to notice it all.

He’s thick and muscular. Probably could do all manner of unspeakable things to you without breaking a sweat, but something about him left you feeling safe around him. Safe enough to fantasize a little, even if you felt a bit guilty. You two barely knew each other’s names, but it was easy to imagine what was under that well-fitted shirt.

It was easy to imagine the things you’d let him do to you, too, and not just because you were wholeheartedly rebelling against dear old dad, but also because he was just hot. From the sound of his voice, to how he was relaxing right now, to - what you were sure - was a fiery personality he’d been suppressing for your benefit.

“Like what you see, sweetheart?” He asks, not even looking up from his phone.

“Yes.” You reply with a smile, watching a grin cross his face before he looks up at you.

“Not what I expected.”

“I get in trouble for that a lot,” you admit, letting your eyes shift down before looking back at him. “I’m reminded repeatedly that my behavior is terribly unladylike. Honestly though, who should care?”

“You sound like you’re looking to get into trouble.” He says, sitting up a little and giving you more of his attention.

“Are you offering to help, Eustass Kid?”

His grin turns toothy, you’d almost call it a smile except it was just so wolfish. “Planning on setting a date, or are you going to walk into the trap right now, mouse?” He asks, opening his arms and motioning you over.

You glance around the elevator again, checking to be sure there weren’t any cameras in the car with the two of you, and then stand up. He adjusts a little more, legs closed, slouched just a little, hands out on either side of his waist, at the perfect height to help you steady yourself as you step over him, foot on either side of his hips.

You pull your skirt up a little as you sit in his lap, a small approving hum from him as the tops of your thigh-high stockings come into view for a moment. Settling into position in his lap you shift and let out and involuntary gasp. The bulge in his pants is already pushing the zipper of his jeans into you.

“You really want this, huh?” He muses, shifting his hips into you and nearly pulling another sound out of you. Your face is hot and red, and you’re not having second thoughts or anything, but you’re surprised at your own arousal.

“Seems so,” you admit. “I’d blame you, but I’m worried your ego would fill to bursting.” You rock your hips against him and feel his straining under the denim. “Though it seems to be mutual.”

“Whatcha looking to get out of this?” He asks, hands gripping your ass and squeezing it.

“An orgasm comparable to that cocky look on your face.” You muse, causing his grin to twist perfectly.

“Ha! Alright,” he grabs your hair and pulls you close, but not quite enough to kiss. “I meant past those doors opening, but I can work with that.”

“Ask me something like that after those doors open,” you answer, biting your lower lip and pulling against his grip on your hair. You shift against the erection straining in his pants and rut your clit against the coarse fabric more than you meant to.

The sweet mewling gasp that escapes you is devoured by Eustass as he pulls you into a deep kiss. There’s no tenderness in the passionate kiss, no ode of love or promise of tomorrow, but it’s as greedy and needy as you are and you sink into it.

Your fingers fumble with his belt as heat builds between you, a pleased hum is all the consent you need as you begin to undo his jeans.

“Normally I’d say something about dinner and a movie first,” Kid teases, lifting his hips and helping to put the waistband of the jeans down a little. “I ain’t got any condoms on me though.”

“Honor system then,” you practically pant the words. “You clean?”

“Yeah.”

“Me too, and I’ve had IUDs since I was sixteen, so no worries.” Your fingers run along the length of his cock, still under the fabric of his boxer, and you’re already impressed. Licking your lips involuntarily you reach in through the front opening of the boxers and wrap your fingers around the hard, thick flesh and pull if free.

Eustass’ hips buck and he hissed against the sensation of it, but he doesn’t move to stop you. Your eyes go wide at the sight of the beast at this man’s disposal, and you wonder if it’s going to fit. It’s thick and long and a little intimidating, just like the punk it’s attached to.

“Jesus.” You mutter.

“Having second thoughts?” He seems pleased instead of concerned.

“Minor logistical concerns.” You say, but your voice isn’t nearly as confident as your words. You pull your skirt up and hear him swear under his breath. “Ha, thing for thigh highs, Mr. Eustass?”

“Fuck yeah,” he answers, hands sliding up your thighs, snapping the garter straps playfully. “Goddamn. What were you interviewing for with this on?” He asks, his fingers hooking around the front of the thong and tugging it up a little.

You gasp and arch your back a bit at the sensation, chuckling in a mix of pleasure and nerves. “Just rebelling where I can.” You admit as he tugs the thong aside and you push your soaking slit against his rock hard erection.

You’re so wet you slide against him easily. You both take a moment to enjoy the pleasure from the contact and you can feel him twitching against you.

“Hells you are soaked.” He licks his lips and leans you back a little, lining himself up with your entrance. “You can go at your own pace, but I want to see this.”

Your whole body twitches and your face heats up. Your reaction doesn’t go unnoticed, and those golden brown eyes seem to look into your soul. You steady yourself with your hands on his thighs, slowly lowering your hips onto him. If you weren’t practically dripping with desire you don’t think you could take him without a lot more prep, but you slowly work him in and out, stretching yourself against his thick cock and reveling in how full you feel.

You don’t hold back the airy moans and needy whimpers that escape you as you work him in deeper and deeper. The elevator phone rings, and the only look you give him is one filled with lust. You shift your hips and moan as he reaches for the phone.

His right hand goes over your mouth as he picks up the phone with his left. “Yeah?” He prompts, voice steady. His eyes are still on you, and a slight shift of his hips is all the motivation you need to continue taking him in.

He smirks as your tongue slips along his middle finger. “Yeah, okay. Thanks for the update.” He replies to the voice on the other end of the phone. His middle finger is slipping against the tip of your tongue as he hangs up the phone.

You lean forward, pushing his finger into your open mouth as you take the rest of his cock into your pussy. You kiss the base of his finger lightly, before leaning back, running your tongue along his finger playfully. You put your hands on his shoulders, struggling a little to get the leverage you need to move. He’s so broad your knees don’t reach the elevator floor, so instead you hook your feet over his legs and begin to ride him.

“Got about twenty minutes.” He says, hands on your hips, helping you move once you set your pace.

“Ah, damn,” you gasp, grinning at him salaciously. “A quickie then, eh?”

He nearly barks a laugh, before giving you an amused grin. “If twenty minutes is quick in your book, I’m curious what a proper amount of time is?”

“Mm,” you grind into him a little. “An hour at least.” You muse, riding him as you talk. “Foreplay, teasing, as many toe-curling, throat-shattering orgasms you can rip from one another, aftercare. A good proper fuck in the morning should wreck your whole day.”

You can hear him growl in approval, hands tightening against your hips, dick twitching inside of you. His hips move to meet yours as you come down, pushing him into you deeper and faster. You moan for him to do as he pleases and the restraints he’d put on himself snap.

You went from being on top of him, to being under him, to being up against the elevator wall in just a few minutes. Every time you got close he’d shift to a different position. The grin on his face let you know he knew exactly what he was doing, the bratty bastard.

Pushed up against the elevator wall, legs hooked over his arms as he brings you close again. Something in his demeanor promises release at the end of this, and you’re holding onto him in need and desperation. Moans and grunts mixing with the shiver and creak of the elevator car.

The elevator phone begins to ring.

“Ah-aan-answer that – hnggh! – and I w-will kill you!” You gasp as you can feel yourself nearly there.

“Cum for me little mouse,” he growls, tongue teasing your neck.

Pleasure rushes into you, tensing your body and causing your fingers to dig into him through his shirt. He speeds up a little and the pleasurable mewling sounds coming from you turn into gasping pleas as you clench against him sending you both over the edge.

There’s a quiet moment, a couple rings from the phone the only thing marking the passage of time, shared between you both before he pulls out and sets you onto shaky legs. He’s reaching for the phone before he’s even tucked himself back into pants, practically snarling.

“What?”

There’s a moment of silence before you can hear the voice on the other side start talking. You’re adjusting your clothes, and trying to tidy yourself up a little when you feel something leaking down your thighs. Your hands go between your legs as your face turns red.

“Yeah yeah, thanks. Look just get us out of here, it’s getting hot in this box.” He grumbles into the phone before hanging it up. Zipping up his jeans he pulls a rag from his back pocket. “It’s clean.”

You take it and clean up the leak. “Thanks.” Your attention is turned away as you clean yourself up. “Want me to dry clean it before I return it?”

Eustass laughs. “Nah, keep it.”

“A memento then?” You muse with a chuckle. “Oh, hey, I never did ask - what’re you here for today?”

“Finalizing the paperwork on the shop.” He says. “Starting my own business.”

Your eyes widen in surprise. “Oh? Congratulations.” You offer a smile. “I’m sure it’ll succeed.”

“Mm, thanks.” He replies absently.

There’s a moment of silence between you and you hear people outside the doors working on getting you out. You and Eustass take turns tidying one another up, since there’s no mirror to use, and make yourselves as presentable as possible.

As the doors open, Eustass turns to you with a grin. “So, I hear you’re looking for a job?”

#one piece eustass kid #one piece smut #one piece fanfiction #one shot #reader insert #eustass x reader

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cerezzzita · 1 year ago

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Howdy howdy.

A little birdie told me requests were open and I had to ask: Can I request Dante with a s/o who’s a cowboy-themed devil hunter?

Love,

Rodeo

notes: and howdy back at you, Rodeo! my, can you guys believe that Rodeo, one of my favorite DMC writers of Tumblr, is here on my humble blog? geez, I got so so happy once I saw you here, please feel very welcome on my lil silly saloon!

this was very fun to make, not gonna lie, took most of the inspiration at my full-time Overwatch's Cowboy (a.k.a Cole Cassidy) lover period, and yeah, Dante with a Cowboy Devil Hunter s/o would be very funny to see hehehehe

i hope you enjoy the ride, Rodeo! <3

♡ tags: gender-neutral reader, no use of pronouns, no description of reader's appearance, Cowboy word is gender-neutral as well because yes everybody can be a Cowboy, some fluff I guess, Dante loves you so much and the end have a itty bitty angsty moment.

ⓘ gif's not mine!!

This man is over the moon, that's for sure.

We all know Dante had/have a thing for western-themed things (we're all looking at his chaps and cowboy boots in DMC4 at the moment), now imagine him having a S/O who's literally a Cowboy?

He's definitely lovestruck.

Thinks you're badass, you are badass and no one's changing his mind.

Always mouth wide open of how impressed he is seeing you in action.

Now cut for him showing off as usual so he can impress you too. Don't we all love this man?

He will wear Dr. Faust most 100% of the time you two go out on missions together.

"Look, sugar! We match!"

Also had a blast of glee when you wore Dr. Faust once.

Oh, and he'll wear — not to say steal — your hat too. Loving is sharing.

Silly goofy cowboy-themed nicknames for you, but most are just romantic and/or cute.

"I'm your huckleberry, honeypie~" "Indeed, you are, Dante."

If you ever have a Southern accent, you'll see Dante blushing from pink to cherry-red when you're speaking. He thinks you're voice is so sensual.

Also, yes, please sweet-talk to him — whether in public or not, much for Vergil's dismay —, he'll be a happy demon purring puddle.

"Who's my lil, sweet daredevil?" (Cut for Dante purring on the background)

Tell me you have a Devil Arm that's a lasso, by the love of Sparda. He'll be astonished and even more over the moon.

And sure, he'll convince you — a.k.a make his infamous puppy dog eyes — to let him use it.

Yet he also planned to got stuck by it so he can flirt with you.

"Looks like you got your price, honeysuckle?" "Dante, please, we're in the middle of a mission—"

It doesn't really matter how many Devil Arms you have on store, Dante will convince you to let him use, even if it's just for a bit. He'll let you use his, too, and yes he's mesmerized as heck seeing your proficiency with them.

I dare to say, he's even more in love with you.

Let's enter the angst field for a bit, with the classic "Dante knows you're badass yet he's afraid to lose you". He knows you're capable and strong, hell, that's one of the reasons he fell for you; but goddamn, what if you got hurt and he's not there to give you cover as he always does? Fuck, he doesn't even wanna think of the day you decide you're better off without him.

"My ridin' will always have you there, Dante. Y'know I love you with my heart and soul of coal, honeybun."

He's crying and he's hugging you like it was the last time, that's for sure. He loves you like a country love song.

Overall, Dante's your huckleberry, you're his honeypie, the love of his life, the step on his groove because you're so smooth. Have a very fun ride with this devilish cowboy!

#devil may cry #devil may cry headcanons #devil may cry fanfiction #dante #dante sparda #dmc dante #devil may cry dante #dante x reader #dante sparda x reader #reader insert #gender neutral reader #devil may cry dante x reader #dante x you #x reader #dante x gender neutral reader #dmc headcanons #dmc #devil may cry x reader

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punks-never-die205 · 1 year ago

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Elevator Music

Fem Reader x Eustass Kid

One Shot - 2,956 words

CW: Language, sexual themes and situations, semi-public sex, elevator sex, rough sex, consensual, modern au, Kid has both arms. 18+ only

Inspired by this tumblr post about being trapped in an elevator with the person on your lockscreen.

Note: This one-shot has been officially EXPANDED. Elevated will begin posting here shortly, and picks up after this one shot, thank you!

“Eleven.” He answers. His voice is a little like gravel but not unpleasant.

You press the button and return to your phone, stealing a few sideways glances as politely as you could. Shame you didn’t have business with him, but the elevator ride was improved at least.

The elevator doesn’t move. Smooth, jerkily, or otherwise.

But after a few rings there’s a voice. It’s too muffled to make out, but you can hear your fellow trapped passenger.

“Yeah, the elevator’s stuck.” There’s muffled talking and he looks around and looks at you. “See anything that says what car this is?”

“Six?” You prompt, pointing to a number just under the floor button.

He hands you the phone and you make a face before taking it. “Yell-o?” You say, unsure what was going on.

“Ma’am, we need to know if you feel threatened.” The voice on the other end of the line says.

“Huh?”

“If you feel unsafe we can probably get authorization to break the doors open and getting you out before the fire department arrives.”

“… You’re not afraid of me?”

You tilt your head. “No, why would I be?”

He grunts. “It’s fine then, you can lie, it won’t bother me.”

You speak back into the phone. “Hello? Yes, uh, yes, I am so if you could-.”

“For insurance reasons you’ll have to officially press charges ma’am.” The man on the other end of the line explains. “My supervisor just informed me.”

“Oh. Well, no then. Just get us out of here as fast as you can. I was on my way to an interview.” You reply. “I’d rather not miss it. Did you need to speak to him again?”

“No ma’am. We’ll call once we have an ETA for you. You can hang up for now.”

He shrugs and sits down in the corner by the phone. “What’s your name, doll?”

“Anything but that,” you say with a smile, sitting down across from him, being mindful of your interview outfit. “(Y/N). What’s yours, red?”

He grunts. “Anything but that.” He echoes. “Eustass Kid.”

“Well, Mr. Eustass, my apologies for not pressing charges on you.” You say with a grin.

He grunts a laugh, and leans his head back. “Hope you make your interview.”

“Ha! Thanks.” You sigh. “I’m kind of glad to be missing it, but it won’t matter. I’ll just have to try again tomorrow.” You admit with a sigh.

“Oh?”

“Yeeeeeah, it’s my dad’s company. I could give two shits less about it, quite frankly, but I’ve been black listed.”

“Huh?” Eustass looked at you with actual interest for the first time since he got into the elevator. “Are you saying your old man kept other companies from hiring you?”

“… You don’t have to have it hard for something to suck ass.” He says after a moment. “Your dad’s a real bastard.”

You grin. “Thanks.”

A few more minutes pass and the elevator phone rings. Eustas picks it up and listens for a few moments before replying. “Sure, we’ll be fine. If anything changes we’ll call.”

You lean back with a bit of a sigh. You weren’t sad to be missing the interview, but you also weren’t thrilled to spend an hour or more in a box, eight floors off the ground.

“Like what you see, sweetheart?” He asks, not even looking up from his phone.

“Yes.” You reply with a smile, watching a grin cross his face before he looks up at you.

“Not what I expected.”

“You sound like you’re looking to get into trouble.” He says, sitting up a little and giving you more of his attention.

“Are you offering to help, Eustass Kid?”

“Whatcha looking to get out of this?” He asks, hands gripping your ass and squeezing it.

“An orgasm comparable to that cocky look on your face.” You muse, causing his grin to twist perfectly.

“Ha! Alright,” he grabs your hair and pulls you close, but not quite enough to kiss. “I meant past those doors opening, but I can work with that.”

Your fingers fumble with his belt as heat builds between you, a pleased hum is all the consent you need as you begin to undo his jeans.

“Honor system then,” you practically pant the words. “You clean?”

“Yeah.”

“Jesus.” You mutter.

“Having second thoughts?” He seems pleased instead of concerned.

You’re so wet you slide against him easily. You both take a moment to enjoy the pleasure from the contact and you can feel him twitching against you.

“Hells you are soaked.” He licks his lips and leans you back a little, lining himself up with your entrance. “You can go at your own pace, but I want to see this.”

“Got about twenty minutes.” He says, hands on your hips, helping you move once you set your pace.

“Ah, damn,” you gasp, grinning at him salaciously. “A quickie then, eh?”

He nearly barks a laugh, before giving you an amused grin. “If twenty minutes is quick in your book, I’m curious what a proper amount of time is?”

The elevator phone begins to ring.

“Ah-aan-answer that – hnggh! – and I w-will kill you!” You gasp as you can feel yourself nearly there.

“Cum for me little mouse,” he growls, tongue teasing your neck.

“What?”

You take it and clean up the leak. “Thanks.” Your attention is turned away as you clean yourself up. “Want me to dry clean it before I return it?”

Eustass laughs. “Nah, keep it.”

“A memento then?” You muse with a chuckle. “Oh, hey, I never did ask - what’re you here for today?”

“Finalizing the paperwork on the shop.” He says. “Starting my own business.”

Your eyes widen in surprise. “Oh? Congratulations.” You offer a smile. “I’m sure it’ll succeed.”

“Mm, thanks.” He replies absently.

As the doors open, Eustass turns to you with a grin. “So, I hear you’re looking for a job?”

Original tumblr post!

#one shot #Elevator Music #prelude #Elevated #eustass kid #x reader #reader insert

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autisticgirliesbracket · 1 year ago

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What makes Asa Mitaka from Chainsaw Man the autistic girlie ever of all time? Here's what the people have to say:

Asa-related asks/reblogs: x This post will be updated after each round!

Image ID in alt text and under the readmore.

[Image ID. White slide with a manga panel of Asa in the top right corner, she has been edited to be wearing a blue cap with the words "Please be patient I have autism" printed on the front. She is surrounded by text boxes which read,

"Goes to the aquarium with a guy and infodumps about sea anemonies."

"I kin her unironically. Unbelievable social awkward. Goes to an aquarium date where she spends the entire time explaining facts about the Animals fully in an attempt to impress her date. She must be avenged from the ADHD vs Autism bracket. Is isolated from her peers. Chronically lonely but won't open up to anyone(not sure if that's an Autism thing or just a personal problem probably a combination of both) Have you read the Manga?"

"has a VERY hard time with social interaction"

"She is absolutely baffled by everything + doesn't get most things at first"

"there's an extended scene where she flirts with a boy by lecturing him about sea anemone life cycles, breeding patterns, and other extended trivia. the whole time she is thinking to herself "he must be falling in love with me right about now. this is an irresistible date." "

"Literally infodumps to the boy shes on a date with for like 3 straight pages and then goes "i'm so alluring. he definetely wants me now" "

"from the scene that was all over tumblr where she infodumps about starfish on an aquarium date and considers this her Ultimate Seduction Technique. a guy on reddit literally got diagnosed because he could relate to her. it's awesome"

"Tried to impress a guy on a date by monologuing starfish facts about him, was genuinely astonished that that didn't drive him wild with desire. Also she's sharing her body with a horsewoman of the apocalypse but that's unrelated."

"If her long-winded rant about sea creatures as an attempt to seduce someone wasn't enough, then a lot of her trauma is based around being ostracized for being weird and quiet. She doesn't understand people but wants companionship anyways, even if shes also afraid of it."

"She feels disconnected to her peers. She literally infodumps while on a date for thirty minutes about starfish. She doesn't see this as a social faux pas, but rather something any sane person would do. (Basically, doesn't realize this is abnormal.) She misses social cues frequently. She feels below average empathy, I'd say. Asa also said she wanted to die after embarrassing herself in public. That doesn't mean she's autistic or anything, but I'm autistic and I do it a lot. Also, I'm autistic and I relate to her, so she kind of has a peer reviewed diagnosis by me lol."

"Socially awkward and prone to info dumping."

"shes cringe fail and has no idea what shes doing ever i love her so much (shes just like me fr"

"I’m sure you’ve seen her failgirl cringe aquarium infordump that she’s sure will charm any boy (note: fails to charm the world’s loosest teenage boy.) She sucks at a lot of social stuff but also doesn’t get why and just thinks she’s wrong or cursed or smth. Likes animals over people. Doesn’t have a single friend until another loner who happens to be more extroverted basically adopts her as her friend."

"1) thought lecturing her date about sea creatures for like 30 minutes each would impress him and make him like her and was confused when he wasn’t into it (I would be into it tho it’s ok bby he just has adhd). 2) had the date planned out to the MINUTE and told the poor guy to shut up when he wanted to do something different. Literally a formula for how to have fun and she thought it was foolproof. 3) encyclopedic knowledge of sea creatures either points to a special interest and/or she just decided to research all that shit the night before for the date (she did say she went to the library in preparation), either way. tism I love her I’m rotating her in my brain" End ID.]

#autistic girlies bracket #autistic girlie masterpost #chainsaw man #asa mitaka

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seishirology · 2 years ago

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KARASU TABITO + BOYFRIEND HEADCANONS

hey guys i'm back. i hate physics yeah. anywys today i provide u with karasu hcs

includes : karasu

A/N : my opinions only!! i haven't really been keeping up with blue lock as much lately bc school. tomorrow is our last day before spring break i can't wait. also i won't be able to update much bc my tumblr is having issues w/posting so i'm gonna have to figure it out soon. might be a little shorter

KARASU TABITO

first and very much foremost karasu is a cutie <333 but he has retained his fourteen year old mid-puberty humor that he had back when he was a senior in middle school.

he loves nicknames and will call you anything, he somehow gets away with it even if it's something very out of the ordinary and stuff. he mainly just calls you your name with '-chan' after it or shortens your name.

a big sap, and sometimes when he's in the mood he'll refer to you as sweetheart, or even honey, kinda like an old man. his whole switch just fuckin' flips it's adorable.

likes to do what he enjoys with you. especially if you are willing to play soccer with him, his heart just does flips the whole time. he teaches you how to dribble and stuff, if you already play soccer he'll challenge you to a match.

if you play another sport he'll take time to learn about it and pretend to know nothing and have you teach him. he'll practice in secret before you even show him anything so that you think he's a genius. but sometimes he'll slip up and say things before you teach him and he has to admit it that he has been searching shit up

tweets about you all the DAMN TIME. like literally it blows up his follower's phones. especially on his spam account for you, which has only you and eita on it. so like during class eita's phone is just vibrating while karasu types away on his phone

isn't really a pda guy. prefers to keep physical affection to a minimum in public, unless of course there's not a lot of people. it's not because he's ashamed of you but rather he gets shy when doing that stuff in front of people who aren't eita. also because he knows some people don't want to see it.

likes to send you good morning and good night texts. and they're always small paragraphs, sometimes they're about how much he appreciates you, or about his day, something he's looking forward to or something he wishes didn't happen. he's quite open with you.

loves going on simple dates, like walking in the park, hiking, just driving around or going shopping together. it gives him some sort of butterflies that just don't calm down, they give him a taste of the married life.

loves napping/sleeping with you. loves that when he wakes up you're the first thing he sees in the morning, and it makes him want to marry you even more. so when he had to go to blue lock he was very disappointed, but he face times you every moment he gets so it isn't too bad.

knows that communication is key and will try to fix misunderstandings. he doesn't like it when things aren't right. he especially hates it when you get mad at him or if you think he did something wrong.

isn't afraid of breaking up with you, but while you guys are dating he'll treat you very well. lowkey he's the type to switch around his lovers once he gets bored ngl.

doesn't know how to fucking comfort u at all when you're sad. so he either just holds you or ignores you until you "feel better". so that means you have to pull yourself together sometimes.

fighting with him is a pain because he doesn’t like to make you cry, but he also hates losing and it doesn’t matter who he’s fighting with he has to win. So that means he will fight with you as if you were just another girl and not his girlfriend

all in all he’s an okay boyfriend, nothing too outstanding besides his looks 6/10

#karasu tabito #blue lock x reader #karasu x reader #blue lock headcanons

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witherei · 1 year ago

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someone like you୧⋆｡ k.minji

wlw, minji x f!reader, men dni

witherei on tumblr©️ dont copy or repost my work

a/n: this is a repost of my work from my old acc that got deleted. enjoy :)

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you hear minji getting ready in the other room as you roll your eyes without anyone seeing, in your shared dorm. you were sitting on the couch, while she was fixing her hair and looking at her outfit in the other room.

you and minji were roommates in college. when you first moved in, the first impression of minji was a shy, quiet cute girl, who would be a pretty good roommate but boy, were you wrong.

kim minji, was nothing like you imagined. she was very confident and shameless which made it hard for you, because she wasn’t afraid to flirt with you in public. you were way more shy than minji, so it was hard for you to hang out with her. the most annoying thing about everything was that she was acting like just a friend with you when you guys were alone, like she didn’t act like you were her girlfriend of 5 years in public five minutes ago. but that wasn’t even the most annoying part…

you started developing your crush on her ever since you moved in. you didn’t notice how your crush on minji became so big. you would catch yourself staring at her for minutes and she would just look at you, smirk and walk away. it was hard for you, but not for her. she had her own love life. she went out on dates quite often and that made you pissed sometimes, but you didn’t pay much attention to it, and sooner or later, you learned not to care about minjis love life, and just minji in general. you thought that it was time to move on since minji clearly didn’t think of you as more than just a friend who she flirted with as a joke.

you started hanging out with her more but with a group of friends. you started taking care of your love life more and started treating minji as just a friend. it was okay for you, but not for minji.. she started being more and more jealous of you going out on dates.. it was weird. she’s never felt this way before but she still had a date tonight so she was getting ready for it right now. as she put on her coat and opened the dorm door to go out, she looked at you for a few seconds. you were sitting on the couch in a comfy position with your glasses on, reading a book, probably for the exam that you had tomorrow. she smiled to herself. you looked cute. she closed the door as she left the dorm without saying goodbye.

you were sound asleep on the couch with the book in your hands, when minji got back. she took off her shoes as she sighed. the date went bad. not very bad, the person just wasn’t her type. plus the person wasn’t really engaging in the conversation which made it hard for her to enjoy the date. she glanced at your sleeping figure as she chuckled. that woke you up. you slowly yawned, and looked at her. you smiled and asked her if the date went good.

“hm… it was pretty bad… the person just wasn’t my type i guess…” you looked curious as you sat up on the couch.

“really? what’s your type then ?” minji smirked as she got closer to you.

“you really want to know ? i’ll tell you.” you nodded. your heart was beating faster as she got closer to you. maybe you still liked her..? maybe pushing away those feelings was wrong after all ? you tried to get those thoughs out of your head but all your brain was focusing on at the moment was the person infront of you.

“funny, smart, caring… i also love people who listen to my worries and comfort me… someone like…” minji sat on the couch next to you, as her face got closer to yours.

“someone like you.”

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aimlesswalker · 2 years ago

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Being transgender/transsexual during the 2020s moodboard 💔

{Image Descriptions:

These are all screenshots of text (except for the ninth which includes a little cat).

The first reads “Even to those I don't know, I'm already deemed a villain.“ It is lyrics from the song Villain by Teniwoha featuring v flower.

The second is an image description of a comic. It reads “the first panel shows the silhouette of a person's torso with their hands in front of them joined at the fingertips. the person is coloured purple, with orange flames over their torso. this panel is captioned "they talk about trans people like we have some organised plan of action, and i wonder if they know"/the second panel is captioned "we're mostly just trying to live". it shows a person serving themself coffee.every other panel is captioned "trying to live" and shows different sceneries of everyday life“. The comic is posted with said image description here.

The third reads “I just want to be some guy”. The source is a post I made here.

The fourth reads “But more importantly, we just want to be able to live and not be afraid.” This is part of a thread of twitter posts that was posted to tumblr.

The fifth reads “Discouragement from public life is an effect of discrimination that is hidden because it is not open bigotry.” This is a screenshot from twitter that has been posted to tumblr.

The sixth reads “being trans should have been an anthropological curiosity, not a political movement, it should have been a quirk of humanity, not a fight for survival.” The source is a tumblr post here by user fipindustries.

The seventh reads “I want to be gentle, I want to die gently, but It seems that when life gets hard I have to get harder to match.” The source is from a tumblr post here by user nutnoce.

The eighth reads “Running into a burning building to save a puppy is brave because you choose to do that,” Shelly adds. “I love being trans and I love trans people, but I don’t choose to battle any of the obstacles in my life, I just have to. And actually, I’d really rather fucking not.“ It’s from a satire article that was posted to tumblr.

The ninth reads “I am tired of being resilient. I am tired.” This is the image with a little doodle of an orange cat. The source is from a tumblr post here by user lousydrawingsforgoodpeople.

The tenth reads “I dream of never being called resilient again in my life. I’m exhausted by strength. I want support. I want softness. I want ease. I want to be amongst kin. Not patted on the back for how well I take a hit. Or for how many.” This is a screenshot from twitter that’s been posted to tumblr.}

#transgender #transsexual #web weaving #moodboard #trans #transmisandry #transmisogny #queer #screaming crying throwing up #political commentary #this is particularly about my experiences as a trans man but this is for all the genders

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protags-fic-blog · 1 year ago

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hiii! if you’re taking requests for headcanons, how about the Amnesia guys + what their ideal date would be?

i'm pretty much always open!! (sorry for not having that explicitly available, work in progress). originally i was going to do small drabbles, which led to formatting problems, which led to me experiencing the joys of tumblr posts not having an edit history, so the only one left is ikki's, linked by his name. thanks so much for requesting though, i hope you like it!

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Amnesia Memories - Ideal Date

Shin

he's more in to active and exciting dates. biking, boating, hiking, he prefers that over staying in and reading a book.

if you've seen 10 things I hate about you, you'll know what scene I'm talking about, but there's a paintball date in that movie and i can see that being right up his alley.

definitely not afraid of getting competitive with you

Toma

exact opposite of Shin. does not enjoy getting competitive against you, so if you ever do anything, you're always on the same team. he prefers to see you as a unified front at all times, but he'll make some exceptions.

prefers calmer dates where there's no pressure to do anything big (it's not that he won't though!). but sometimes all he needs is just to spend time in the same room, even if you're doing two totally different things.

he definitely still has the worry of being seen as a brother in his mind so while he won’t ask for anything big, it can’t ever hurt to surprise him

Kent

this man likes museums

and walks

no concept of what counts as romantic so there is a very low chance you’ll be taking sunset walks because of ‘the limited visibility’

no ideal date, he just wants to have a good day. he knows perfection is unobtainable, but he will have a favorite to look back on

can you tell that i struggle with kent

Ikki - an ideal date drabble

thinks Kent is silly for not having an ideal but you do you I guess

his ideal is the stuff you see in movies. he likes for dates to be romantic and sweet just because of his problem with other girls. he wants you to feel special no matter what

expensive dates if you’re in public. usually large amounts of money come with extra privacy anyway. personal headcanon is that he was definitely raised in upper class (lives alone at 22 in a GOOD apartment, wears formal attire every day, you aren’t telling me that college debt + rent/mortgage are affordable on his minimum wage ass unless he’s got some financial backers)

those who have seen twilight will know of the Bella Italia scene. It’s that. That’s y’all.

Ukyo

Loves picnic lunches so much

he doesn't have low standards he just thinks that everything is always perfect

quiet, secluded, just the two of you in a place only you know about. definitely likes going back to important places in your relationship

#amnesia memories #protag-writes #shin amnesia #ikki amnesia #toma amnesia #ukyo amnesia #kent amnesia #asks #ask #headcanons

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weaponizedmoth · 6 months ago

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Heya friend can't remember how exactly I ended up followin' you but from one lonely OC artist on tumblr to another I wanted to submit one of them emojis for the OC ask post you reblogged on here 🥰 because I know how much it sucks when you care about your guys that you created but no one asks about 'em. So! My submitted emojis are 💯, 🤍, and 🤔, and you can answer with as many or as few OCs as you feel like in whatever order makes the most sense for you ❤️ the more the merrier obviously, but idk how much effort you wanna put in for a single ask ahahaha basically please tell me things about your kids I would love to hear 💕

Thank you so much, that's very sweet of you. I thought you had followed me from Character Hub, but maybe you followed me there because you found me here??? Anyway, thank you for the follow on both accounts. Considering I have 20.000 OCs, and trust me I'd love to do all three question about all, I'm gonna pick the ones I believe will fit the questions better for each questions. Some OCs don't have facts others don't know and are open books for example, etc.

💯 - share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

Hayden Metzler: He grew up in a cult town in the desert and hates high temperatures, he broke both his legs at the age of eight, he burned down a church with a molotov cocktail. Stacy Earnest: She hates being in her mother's plays and having to wear those outdated costumes, she's afraid Sally will get sick of her job and leave her, she thinks that she'll never beat the curse no matter what. Abigail Jones: All of her boyfriends looked a little like Cornelius cause she secretly thinks he's handsome, she wishes to be seventeen again, she wished her parents had prevented her from going into the public eye with her deficiency, no matter how much they needed the money from the interviews.

🤍 - what are three of your oc's neutral/questionable traits?

(I chose questionable for this because neutral and questionable are not synonyms, which made me a little confused, so I'll go with the morally dubious stuff).

Star Girl: She genuinely didn't care about putting humanity in danger when she made her band, no matter what Matthew's rules of revealing yourselves to humans are. She wanted to play, so she did. Hayden Metzler: Hayden doesn't care about anyone other than himself and his cat for the longest time. He cares about taking down Margaret Lancaster, the cult leader, but when he's possessed all of his worst traits, and then some made up things he thought of himself, come out, so he becomes manipulative, vain, egotistical and violent. The Ghosts of Stacy's story (aka The Cook, The Kid, and The General) (some trigger warning for violent stuff, cannibalism etc because they're the villains): They are all questionable traits. They are supposedly the antagonists, they're all taken by the Earnest curse. So the Cook used to mix her bovine meat she sold to everyone in town with some not so bovine meat, the Kid used to pillage and steal, the General kept going with the family meat business and he was also a sleazy, manipulative bastard. So, they have a mention here.

🤔 - what are some of your oc's quirks/mannerisms?

Space Pirate: Eats a lot, she loves human food, but only human junk food. Cornelius Wildflower-Stardust: He keeps animals and plants pretty close to him, having so many animals in his house, even though he is a Water Faerie, and doesn't have any real affinity with nature, all because his mother was an Earth Faerie. Margaret Lancaster (aka Mags): She knows everything about Faerie celebrity life, she reads the Faerie Society Gazette pretty frequently even though she is Wiccen.

Thanks for asking!

#lore #wildflower soul lore #wotg lore #stacy earnest lore #tjn lore #phew #blorbos from my head #space pirate #star girl #cornelius wildflower stardust #abigail jones #margaret lancaster #hayden metzler #the cook #the kid #the general #original characters #answered #wmptjn

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belovedcorvidarchive2024 · 1 year ago

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My main has one of these, so I thought I'd make one for here too.

Hiii- I go by Rabbit (or Rory if you prefer in person names), and I've been writing intermittently on this platform for 10+ years. This is a sideblog for Donquixote Rocinante, or Corazón, from Eiichiro Oda's One Piece - I follow back and pester your inbox from @bothfeetinthegrave. I'm more chatty than I should be for someone afraid of people, please feel free to say hello.

MUN: Rabbit STATUS: Low Activity ASK BOX: Open ANON: On For Now

Mobile Rules + Disco under the Cut

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Rabbit (or Rory) :: he/him :: 31 :: someplace in the northern US Activity Level :: Low and Random ( medical field + 3 ttrpg games = dead ) I’ve written intermittently on Tumblr for the last 10-ish(?) years, so if we’ve met before then it’s great to see you again! If we’ve never met, then it’s nice to meet you! I like getting to know the people I write with, so hit me up if you’d like. In my spare time when I’m not doing this, I enjoy TTRPGs and building miniatures. I’m probably sick right now.

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This is a sideblog! I love this ridiculous bird, but my track record shows that I cannot keep up with multiple blogs. This one follows back and sends asks from @bothfeetinthegrave.

| speed and posting style |

Anyone who’s played with me before knows that I’m the slowest guy. It can take me weeks sometimes to reply to things depending on work and my health. However, if it’s been longer than that, feel free to nudge me a little just in case I missed something.

I tend to write multi-paragraph style, with small text but otherwise minimal formatting. I use icons sometimes, but not always. If you would prefer I use normal text size / no images / etc, let me know - I can accommodate these things. If there’s icons on my posts, I probably swiped them from public resource posts for this character. [Icon Credits Page]

| Breadth of Work |

One Piece is huge - I’m not fully caught up, but I am through Rocinante’s bit! I’m still very sad we only got to have him around for a little while, and may or may not make verses to explore alternatives to that.

But! If you want to chat about the manga or the anime in general, I’m all about it.

| playing nice |

I’m not even sure if it’s necessary to add any more, but of course: it’s not cool to godmod, control other people’s characters, kill each other without discussing combat first, badger people for speedy replies, engage in callout culture, etc. Please be a nice human. Not interested in talking with people that are racist, anti-lgbt, etc.

| tags and content warnings |

I will always, always, always tag triggers for you, especially if you list them in your rules page. If I miss one, or if you’d like me to tag something new, shoot me a message so I can add it to my tags! Violence and other NSFW content types will always be tagged and thrown under a cut.

Triggers for me: Please tag all images of broken teeth with ‘teeth tw’ or something similar. I have just about every iteration blacklisted. Additionally, please tag all content involving a/b/o threads/art/etc and, for lack of a less loaded word, ‘x humanoid character has/gets/is ‘cursed’ with x animal traits/whatever now’ threads/etc as well. I have just about every iteration of both of these blacklisted (I think). Any general a/b/o tag will work just fine; for the latter, I suggest ‘animal traits tw’ or ‘zoomorphism tw’. If you post this that’s fine, but I might not be able to follow you. Deeply personal reasons for me as an individual and as a professional / animal advocate - For clarity: hybrid or shapeshifter characters that actively deal with their hybridity and its consequences are not the same thing. I have a problem when humans put on animal characteristics like costumes for aesthetic purposes / kink / amusement / etc.

| shipping |

Writer and character are both of age, so shipping is fine as long as the other character and writer are of age as well. I will not write with underage muns at all, full stop.

I don’t really foresee myself romantically shipping this character at all, but if we’ve interacted and you ship a thing, whether it be romantic or platonic, you should let me know. I usually can’t see that sort of thing.

| asks |

Asks are neat. I try to answer them all, but again : I’m a slow guy and Tumblr eats them sometimes. If I can’t come up with a good response for what you sent me, I’ll let you know so we can do something else instead.

If I answered an ask of yours and you’d like to respond / make it a thread, that’s awesome! I just ask that you put your reply in a new thread and @ me rather than reblogging the original ask.

| memes |

I have a complicated relationship with writing games. I love them in concept and love getting to send my friends things and answer questions / draw prompts / etc, but the havoc they bring to my notes can make it impossible for me to run a blog. Please don’t reblog memes from me if you don’t follow me, or if we don’t interact - makes it too easy to lose replies when notes are a mess.

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blackkatdraws · 6 months ago

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A bit lonely.

Stanley and the bad bitch he pulled by being a loser. Imagine having a hot babe deform reality just to be together with you because he sensed you were feeling lonely without him. [WHEN IS IT MY TURN?!]

It's funny because with the general vibe of their AU, it would make sense for him to show up in the most flashy but also unnerving way possible. The Narrator's [Black's] arrival has to grab people's eyes since attention and views are what he's all about.

I wasn't sure what type of characterization they had so I just played it safe and [tried to] draw how my characters would respond instead of blindly guessing how the others would talk or act around each other. [My Stanley is antisocial and an anxiety-ridden freak.]

Also, I've been wondering what their height differences actually were when I saw my Stanley have to look up at Marionette's Narrator [since this guy is pretty damn tall] so I did a bit of digging and this was what I found.

Here's one for the Narrators also.

I had a lot of fun making this by the way. It's been a while since I've participated in any Reblog Chains that involved character interactions and making comics, so it's a real throwback to when I first started posting TSP art in 2023.

Extra art~ I love these two [I am not normal for them.]

@marionette-j2x @beartitled @insomniphic

[more rambling underneath]

Tumblr has a tag limit and it grates my nerves to no end to know that I cant ramble as much as I'd like to

So I'll be here. Just talking about my own characters since I want to, but also because I'd LOVE to hear about your own characters too tbh, I'm so interested in them [I love reading about other people's characters and stuff, even if they're not fully fleshed out yet]

Stanley here is an absolute social shutoff teehee, but he does talk back when talked to. His responses usually leave no openings to continue the conversation though. He's the type of guy to stay on the corner and watch everyone else.

As for the Narrator [Black] he's a bit strange. He's proper in public, but he doesn't think the other people are special [or not as special as he is at least]. He just doesn't care to be honest, he keeps to himself [along with Stanley] and that's it. It's a miracle for Stanley to have even pulled somebody like Black considering their personalities are the type to clash with one another. [They love each other though, genuinely. Despite how deranged they can be towards each other at times.]

Also, 4th wall breaking in action!!!!!!!!!!!

Black didn't want to interrupt this comic since it was made for Stanley but after the other three came in he lost reservations and came in as well.

These two would probably just stay in their own spot [somewhere quiet and more alone]. This place is a bit too crowded for their liking. But I would be very happy to jump on any opportunity to make my guys interact with any of yours!!!!! Don't be afraid to throw a bone [prompt] for me to bite on, okay?

[Oh no, I just realized Black looks like he has boobs on the last picture. He DOES NOT have boobs!! Sorry man boob enjoyers, it's the lighting that made it look that way wuwuwu...]

Stanley hug request from @marionette-j2x!

A response from this previous post!

Ft. @blackkatdraws’ Stanley

#I hope you didn't mind me rambling #I'm just happy #wow I didnt realize I drew a lot #“a lot”#to be honest I wasnt so keen on adding Narrators into the reblog chain [lighthearted] since it was started for Stanleys #and Stanley reblog chains are something that rarely ever get traction or paid attention to #nevermind developing like this #but I still enjoyed nonetheless [as you can probably tell from the amount of art I made]#my Stanley is so stupid I love him #in case my entire account thats filled with his drawings doesnt point that out already #gay thoughts overtook my brain when I started to make a response HAHAHA #i drew Stanley and thought about adding Narrator [Black] and my brain went dopamine overload #“hhiihwagh ghewgahhg wife coming to visit his hubbbyy”#BTW Insomni's Narrator [Narry] has beef with Black but that's gonna take so long to explain LMAOOO #nice guy that's kind to everyone but heavily dislikes this ONE GUY in particular #and my Narrator [Black] just doesnt care #excuse me for this essay #I love to talk a bit too much about these things #overexplaining and just fawning in general is something I tend to do a lot #I'm sorry if I wasnt able to draw any of your guys as much as I wouldve loved to #honestly I wasnt sure about their characterization [something I'm WAY TOO unnecessarily attentive towards]#so I just stayed in my own line just in case [but in exchange I couldnt draw any of them as much as I'd hoped]#I find it a funny idea and a bit interesting to know how your guys would react towards my own guys actually #He mostly keeps to himself but Black tends to do a lot of stuff that may be considered paranormal or unusual #liikkeee twisting reality a bit with the intent to scare the observing party? idk it's just a thing he likes to do #might be because its fun but mostly just to appear more intimidating towards others #hes a prideful pretty thing #and yet he just seems to want to do nothing more than to crumble in Stanley's arms everytime he's near #[Stanley wants to do the same of course]#mine 💗

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damonjuicyscock · 3 years ago

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Forever Young (Dilf ! Damon Albarn X Reader)

Pairing: Dilf! Damon Albarn X Reader

Warnings: Alcohol use (it’s drunk sex guys), Language, Fluff, smut (Semi-public masturbation, unprotected sex, oral male receiving, edging, orgasm denial, overstimulation, p in v sex), age gap.

Summary: It’s Damon’s birthday, he turns 54 (like in real life), you make this day unforgettable for him.

Words: 3407

A/N: AAAAAH IT’S DADDY DAMON’S BIRTHDAY! Hope he will never see this (even if he knows everything that goes on Tumblr and shit you know), I already know I’m going to hell with all the stuff I’m writing anyway HAHA. I hope you’ll enjoy this new smut. To my dear anon and my dear @finnnorberg, I received your requests and I’m working on it, they’ll arrive as soon as I can finish them (knowing I have my studies beside this, and exams are coming in three weeks) 😊.

ENJOY!

Wednesday March 23rd, 2022 today is your dear fiancé’s birthday. You prepared everything for him to spend a beautiful day he would never forget. Making love with him was part of the plan. Well, it wasn’t the first time you both had sex together, but you decided to make it hot.

First, you prepared him a good breakfast that you brought to him on a tray with a sunflower you had bought the day before, before the florist closed.

You entered your dark bedroom, laid the tray on the chest of drawers, and opened the curtain. The sun went to light his naked torso, and he mumbled.

- Good morning birthday man. You said, sitting on the bed next to him and running your fingers through his hair

- Good morning baby.

- Happy birthday.

- Is a birthday supposed to be happy when every day my age is getting older than yours? I'm getting old, I'll die soon. He answered opening his beautiful blue eyes

- Well, you’re still alive at the moment. And it’s forbidden to be pessimistic on its birthday.

- Sorry my love.

You got up and moved the tray to the bed.

- Aren’t you hungry? You asked him

- Like the wolf. He answered

He sat in the bed, rubbing his eyes, and looked at what you prepared.

- Oh love, you didn’t have to!

- I wanted to. This is how a birthday is supposed to start.

- Are you going to enjoy this breakfast with me?

- Only if you want to.

- What a thing to say, of course I want to!

You smiled and kissed him before sitting beside him and you started eating breakfast.

After finishing, you threw him his clothes and they hit his face.

- Oi!

- Sorry, wasn’t supposed to touch your face. Get dressed, we have a long day today!

- What did you plan?

- You’re wrong if you think I’m going to tell you anything. It’s a surprise.

He rolled his eyes.

- I hate surprises.

- You liar, you love mine.

He blushed and smiled. you knew he loved your surprises.

The first one was a lovely picnic in Saint James Park, surrounded by animals. Happily for you it was a sunny day, and the temperatures were ideal.

You sat near the lake, just before the climb to Buckingham Palace. A few squirrels and ducks came to claim some food.

A few persons recognized him and asked him for a picture which he politely accepted, and they all wished him a happy birthday. People started to know you as well, it had been a few years you were together now.

The second surprise was something else. London dungeon. You really didn’t know if Damon already did it, but you thought it was fun.

- Ready to have a heart attack? You asked him

- uh... isn't the point of all this to keep me around as long as possible? You want me to die on my 54th birthday? He said

- You won’t die Dames; we’re just going to be a bit afraid. Just a bit. We’re going to have fun. Come on, Liam Gallagher is not wrong saying we’re gonna live forever but Alphaville was definitely right by saying we’re going to be forever young!

He thought and you could see his brows moving before answering:

- Yeah, you’re not wrong.

- Of course I’m not. I know when I am, but here I’m not. Let’s go!

You started with the descent, it was okay. Then the tyrant boat ride. You were the most afraid of you both even if you heard Damon scream a few times. The bastard was also playing with your feelings by scaring you. He was taking revenge by giving you a taste of your own medicine. You kept going with the other shows and you finished with the drop dead: drop ride. And hell, this is the attraction where you thought you were going to die, when Damon was having the moment of his life.

When you went out the London Dungeon, you were out of breath.

- “You won’t die Dames; we’re just going to be a bit afraid. Just a bit.” Who’s afraid now?

- Oh fuck you will ya?

- I’d like to. He said smiling and winking at you

You bursted out laughing.

- Can I add a little something to our schedule or is there no time?

- No, we’ve got a bit of free time.

- Then we'll take a ride on the Ferris wheel.

- London eye?

- Yep what else?

- But Dames…

- Don’t worry, you won’t have time to worry about your vertigo.

You nodded and he took your hand, leading you to London eye that was just in front of you.

luck: you got our own capsule.

When it rosed to its feet, Damon took advantage of it and latched his lips on yours. You responded to the kiss by passing your tongue on his lips, asking for entrance. He let you and your tongues danced together.

His hand slid on your bum, squeezing it.

- Dames, not here!

- We can though.

- No! There’re cameras!

- And? We can turn our backs on them, and they won’t see anything we’re doing. I’m not asking for you put yourself on your knees. I just want to touch you and give you pleasure.

- I’m the one who should give you pleasure, it’s your day.

- Or we can both give pleasure to each other, what do you think about this? We have about 30 minutes. He said, sliding your hand to his growing bulge

You couldn’t refuse such a proposal.

you unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. As per usual he wasn’t wearing any boxers, and he was already hard.

You spat on your hand, and grabbed his erected member in your hand, stroking him, while he slid his hand in your trousers, circling your clit through the fabric of your knickers.

- See? There’s no danger. He said

You didn’t know that this young part of your dear fiancé existed. You never had sex in public places, but you couldn’t deny it was hot.

If there were no cameras, you would definitely have said yes to do it right here right there.

You quickly became moaning messes.

- Do you want me to make you finish? you asked, your voice trembling

- This time I’ll answer to this, not here.

- You kinky man, you just want to be teased, don’t you?

He answered with a smile.

He wanted to be teased. Oh you would tease him.

After about 30 minutes, you were back on earth, properly dressed, as if nothing happened in this capsule.

You headed back home to prepare for our evening in the nightclub.

You dressed up in a beautiful loose and short little black dress with a pair of stockings that were hidden by this dress and heels.

Damon was in awe in front of you.

- you should keep your mouth shut; you know? You might swallow a fly or attract a spider to lay eggs inside you.

- You are stunning.

you smiled

- And look at you, handsome.

He blushed.

- Forever young huh?

- Yes. And it’s a special night by the way. This is a night with music only from the 60’s, 70’s,80’s and 90’s. Everything we love.

- As long as I don’t dance on my own songs.

- But I’ll do it.

He rolled his eyes.

- Don’t make me be seen as a pretentious man.

- No way, you’re not. But don't I have the right to be the number one fan of my dear fiancé?

- Yeah, you can.

You left your apartment to go to the nightclub where you were going to party.

The first part of the night was spent at the nightclub’s bar, drinking alcohol.

And when Damon is tipsy, you can’t stop him from dancing.

Then suddenly, Girls and boys blasted on the speakers. And you never thought a minute you would suspect a thing like the one that did happen at this right moment.

- Geez I love this song! Damon said

- And you told me not to make you be seen as a pretentious man?

- What?

- You wrote it you prick!

- No way I wrote this song.

Okay, he was maybe more than tipsy.

- Come and sit down with me.

He stopped dancing, pouting.

You sat at the bar again and you ordered two more drinks. And this time, you were both completely wasted.

And THE song, came. This title you quoted all day.

- May I have this dance? He asked, handing you his hand

- Sure! Hope that I can stand though.

He directed you on the dance floor and here you were, for his birthday, dancing a slow on Forever young by Alphaville.

He was holding you against him tightly, like he feared you were going to leave him here, or just leave him.

Then, he looked at you with this look, full of love.

- Thank you hun.

- For what?

- This day, loving me… I love you you know?

- I love you too Dames.

His lips approached yours slowly before kissing you tenderly.

The next dance was far more sensual. Thanks, The Cure for writing Lullaby. Thanks to them, you were about to live one of the best nights of your life.

Your back was against Damon’s torso, your hips moving to the rhythm of the song, and also against Damon’s crotch.

Left to say, it turned him on, a lot.

He started peppering your neck with kisses, and you knew what it meant.

You turned around to face him

- I think we should go home; don’t we love? He said in your ear

You nodded and you were out of the place, taking a cab to take you home.

As soon as you walked through the door, both staggering, Damon closed it and pinned you against it, smashing his lips on yours.

- God, I’ve been waiting to do this all day! He said

- Oh yeah? And what else?

- Do you want me to show you?

- Yes, but first, I’m going to be the one showing you.

He smiled and you took his hand, guiding you to your bedroom, by almost falling two or three times.

You closed the door behind you and pushed Damon on the bed.

- So you like to be teased, huh? You said

- What makes you think that ?

- Hmm, London Eye?

- Let’s say teasing increases desire…

- Let’s work on this. lie down and hold the headboard.

- What?

- Come on, do it.

Without furthermore question he did as asked while you took two of your scarves out of your drawer to tie his hands to the bars of the headboard.

- Oh you want to play it that way then? He said seductively

- Yes. And feel happy about the fact I was planning on blindfolding you as well.

- Hmmm I would have liked it.

- Nah, too easy.

You opened his shirt, revealing his naked torso.

You started kissing his neck, making him shiver. Then you also started biting it and left a few hickeys before taking care of his chest. He loved when you were taking care of his nipples, sucking on them, and taking them between your teeth.

You heard him growl lowly and saw him biting his lower lip.

Your hand slid to his hard bulge, rubbing him through his pants.

- Y/N…

- Yes Damon?

- Just… touch me please…

- As I said, nah, too easy. You’ll wait.

- But why? He said distraught

- Because you love to be teased.

- Aaaah It’s not fair!

- You wanted it, you got it.

You decided to be kind and opened his pants, letting his painful hard erection spring free.

- Well well, do I turn you on that much?

- For fuck’s sake this is torture!

- And I didn’t even touch you yet. You chuckled

- Yes, that’s why!

- Stop whining Damon, you’ll get what you want, just in good time.

He was squirming. You made him believe you were going to touch him when you fully took his pants off. Then you undressed yourself fully and sat in the armchair that was at the opposite of the bed, leaving him aching for touch.

You parted your legs to show him your core and started touching yourself by rubbing your clit, causing him to groan at the sight.

- Y/N… You’re being cruel…

- Teasing increases desire Damon, you said it yourself. You answered moaning

You saw his member twitch, making you even more wet for him.

He was becoming a desperate thing. Seeing you touching yourself like this when his hands were tied to the bars of the headboard, and he could do nothing but watch was something painful. Not directly for him, but for his hardened member. The second thing was he was so turned on he thought he was going to come just by watching you. He was moaning with you, your moans sending chills down his spine.

- Please Y/N…

- What is it Dames?

- Please, I really need you to touch me, I don’t know, do you want me to beg you? Then I’m begging you please, touch me.

- Aw, look at you my naughty man… You said getting up and coming towards him to sit on the bed.

Your hand just caressed his hard member, causing him to groan. But your touch disappeared as soon you touched his shaft.

- There, I touched you.

- God Y/N, please give me more!

- Alright, okay, I’ll touch you.

You didn’t need to spit on your hand, because his shaft was soaked with preccum at the tip.

You wrapped your hand around his shaft, teasing the tip at first, making him tremor at your touch. He had been waiting for this for the past 15 minutes, It had been long for him.

You started stroking him, your hand sliding up and down, but it was slow. It didn’t prevent him from moaning but as he said, he wanted more.

He was half moaning half whining.

- Y/N…

- Yes my love?

- Can you go a bit faster?

- Okay.

But this time your hand adapted a rapid pace, and your fingers were only teasing his tip.

He threw his head back on the pillow, his eyes squeezing shut, groaning, and trembling on the bed.

- Gooooood and now I won’t last if y-y-y-you do t-t-that…

You took your hand away, making him whine at the loss.

- Oh I don’t think so Damon, you will last for me, aren’t you?

- Why are you torturing me?

- I’m just teasing love!

- Then stop teasing me!

- Nah, I’m not done with you yet. You answered, a grin appearing on your lips.

His eyes were dark with lust, you would pay for it once you would be done, and you knew it.

Your hand returned to the place where it was wrapped before, and you took the same pace than before.

You could see Damon was trying to chase his climax with all his strength, his body covered in sweat.

No one had ever done this to him before, and he was receiving the greatest pleasure he had ever felt in his life.

He was now only shivers and loud moans.

You decided to jerk him again, fully.

- Fuck, I’m gonna cum! he shouted

You felt him twitch, and you took your hand away from his shaft.

- No yet!

He was starting to lose patience and was beyond frustrated.

- You’re going to pay for this, you know that?

- Yes, but at the moment, I’m in control Albarn, you can’t try anything.

- Untie me and you’ll see.

- It’s not going to be for now.

You did it again and again, and at the right moment you felt he was going to cum, you were taking your hand away. He was tired and almost crying.

Then you decided to give him what he wanted, it was his recompense.

You wrapped your mouth around him and bobbed your head.

He couldn’t moan anymore, he was only short pants and groans when he could.

His chest was rising and falling so fast, you were afraid he was going to have a cardiac arrest. But the man was resistant, he wouldn’t.

You felt him pulse in your mouth, indicating he was close to his orgasm again.

Your tongue swirled around his tip, and he came, trembling with a loud groan, shooting his load down your throat.

You swallowed it all and licked your fingers, to taste the rest of his cum that was left there.

- You taste really sweet. You said

He didn’t answer, catching his breath.

- But… I’m still not done with you Damon.

You straddled him, sinking down on him, making him cry out in pleasure. He was very sensitive.

- God, please… no, Y/N… I can’t anymore, I…

- Yes you can. You already proved me that you have a lot of stamina before.

You took a minute to get adjusted to his size and you started rolling your hips against his, causing you both to moan.

You were overstimulating him. His eyes rolled back, and they squeezed shut, pants taking control of his body again.

You stabilized yourself by putting your hands on his torso, bouncing up and down on him more easily.

You never took control over Damon in bed before, it was the first time, but you didn’t know you would love to see him so spent and begging under you. It was probably your biggest turn on.

You wouldn’t last either, because seeing him like this was bringing you closer to the edge.

A coil formed in your stomach, a heat starting to invade your body.

- Damon…

- God Y/N… You n-n-never did this to me b-before…

- You like it?

He nodded quickly; he was coming closer to his climax again as well.

You were only moans.

- I love y-you Y-Y-Y/N…

- I love you t-too Damon…

And just like this, your felt your orgasm take control on your body.

Your eyes squeezed shut, your back arched, your walls tightened around your lover’s length, and you were screaming with pleasure.

The coil in your stomach released, the heat invading your whole body.

Oh, your neighbours would also make you regret this.

Seeing you threw Damon over the edge again, and he came with a loud cry, tremoring beneath you, painting your convulsing insides with his hot release.

You collapsed on top of him, out of breath.

It took you a few minutes before you could speak again.

- Am…am I dead? Am I…in heaven? He asked

- No, you’re fully alive. But I’m asking myself the same question. Though…Happy birthday baby.

- Best birthday ever… He answered, a smile invading his lips

- Well thank you.

You untied him, and his arms came to wrap around your naked body.

After this, you took a long bath. On both fell asleep in it and woke up when the water was cold. You feel asleep again in your bed, your arms wrapped around each other’s, telling I love yous before Morpheus got you.

The next morning, you woke up with a big headache. You drank too much, both of you. You remembered the previous night, but some pieces were missing. You knew you and Damon had sex, but you couldn’t remember how.

He woke up groaning.

- Oh shit…

- Morning. You said, your eyes still closed

- Morning… Fuck, what a night. Never thought I would have such a hangover. He said

- Yup, me too.

- Last night… it was… just wow.

- Yeah… hope you liked it.

- You don’t remember anything, do you?

You shook your head

- I have pieces missing.

- Well anyway, I’ll tell you later, but thanks to you, I’ll feel young forever, just like you kept saying yesterday. Now, what we need is to find the strength to wake up.

- Amen. You answered

#damon albarn #damon albarn smut #damon albarn x reader #damon albarn fanfic #gorillaz #britpop #blur band #dilfdamon #dilf damon albarn #90's damon albarn #damon albarn oneshot #smut #Spotify

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nekropsii · 2 years ago

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About the Cronus ask you answered a few days ago do you have any examples of the stuff you're talking about? (It's not that I don't believe you I just never played Open Bound so I never met Cronus in canon and the stuff you talked about really suprised me)

Sure, I absolutely can do that! Apologies for the delay- I’m currently stuck with just mobile, so I had to enlist the help of my good friend @scalematez to get these!

Here’s the post, for sake of reference. Let’s get into this.

Content Warning: Long, Cronus Being Cronus (I.E. Incest, Child Predation, Violent Ableism.)

I will be upfront and say there are a few minor details I misremembered. I was working off memory- with mine being particularly faulty- and while that post was largely correct, you may notice there’s a detail or two in the original post that is not fully, 100% accurate. However, since I am quite literally going to be providing screenshots to back up the correct parts of my claims, there’s no need to render the entire post as null.

I will use the text of the original post like a bullet list to run through, and if there’s any corrections I need to make to my original text, I will point it out after the images. Hopefully this makes up for any facts I did get wrong.

Remember that time Karkat, who was 14-15 at best, wouldn’t let Cronus hit on him so Cronus followed him home and tried to unlock his door/break in to keep at it and called Karkat selfish for locking the door in the first place?

[CORRECTION TO ORIGINAL POST: Cronus did not, in fact, call Karkat selfish. He did, however, call him rude, and said he “sure knows how to give a guy the cold shoulder,” which is… Approximately the same thing, just significantly less direct.]

Remember that time Cronus told Mituna that he’s broken and there’s no way anyone could actually ever genuinely love him and that Latula was just lying to him out of pity?

[CORRECTION TO ORIGINAL POST: Cronus did not call Mituna broken in this exact quote. He has, however, called him broken in other exchanges. Proof of this posted below.]

[MINOR NOTE: I do not like the separation of “cats” and “kittens” here.]

Remember that time Cronus sexually harassed/assaulted Eridan, who was like 14 and related to him, in a public space- by which I mean in the middle of a literal crowd- to force him into going out with him?

[NOT SO MINOR NOTE: This was Hussie’s way of finalizing the nail in the coffin of Eridan’s character ultimately amounting to a cruel punchline. It’s no secret to anyone that Hussie… Really didn’t like Eridan, and had no intentions of treating his character kindly. I wouldn’t normally make such a fuss about a throwaway line like this, but this does show that Cronus’s weird behavior towards literal children is, in fact, a pattern, rather than a one-off weird event.]

[NOT SO MINOR FOLLOW-UP NOTE: Since I know twice doesn’t exactly constitute as “a pattern” in some people’s minds- which is a pretty reasonably fair argument in most situations- here’s him doing the exact same thing to Tavros, who is also a child of roughly the same age.]

Remember that time he told Mituna that “if culling meant what it should have on Beforus,” he would have killed Mituna himself as a literal hate crime?

[Bonus Round of this included below! I find it noteworthy that he said this to Mituna’s face. Can you imagine being told something like this?]

… I appear to have unfortunately run out of image space… Tumblr only allows 10 pictures per post, I’m afraid. I’m not sure I need to further convince you, though, unless there’s a specific bullet point you’d like me to elaborate on. Anyone is open to send me an ask if this is the case! I have no problem with backing myself up here, and debunking my own poor memory in the process.

Last thing we need is more misinformation on the Alpha Trolls. I try my best to contribute as little as possible to that trend, but alas, I’m only human- and a human with severe memory issues, at that, lol. As I said previously, I can only hope the images and clarifications make up for this!

#homestuck #homestuck meta #homestuck analysis #beta trolls #alpha trolls #beforan trolls #dancestors #cronus ampora #karkat vantas #tavros nitram #eridan ampora #mituna captor #latula pyrope #cronus.pdf #nekro.pdf #nekro.sms

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