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demoiselettes · 1 year

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Hello! Hello!

May i request a platonic soulmate with mitsuri. Like they meet at the demon slayer corps and hit it off. It’s hard meeting up due to reader not being a hashria but that’s perfectly fine. They become best friends, like they always eat together, and tell each other crushes to each and be each others wing women, they also would like to get pregnant around the same time so their kids can be friends just like them.(reader gets with Rengoku for plot convince) Then the final battle comes reader sadly enough is slowly bleeding their death in mitsruis’s arms as she tell them to hang on.(this is before she fights Muzan) Knowing the reader wont make it the reader asks Mitsuri when they are reborn, if they be friends again, becuase the reader wouldn’t know what they would do if they didnt have someone like mitsuri in their life. They ask maybe they can be closer, like sisters before finally closing their eyes and going limp. Do what you want with that info

You don’t have to take this if its too long. If you do take this then thank you very much :D have a nice day

« Let’s be friends again, » (part 2)

Pairing: Platonic! Mitsuri x reader, Kyojuro x reader

Category: fluff to angst

Warning(s)/note(s): fem! Reader, mentions of death, blood and injuries

A/n: HOW DARE i was this 🤏 close to crying while reading this so i had to write it right away sobs

You met Mitsuri under less than desirable circumstances.

« Oh, i can’t decide! » sweet green eyes scanned the menu, a hand nervously fiddling with the fabric of your haori. « What should i get? »

It was unlikely that you would ever find a friend in the Demon Slayer Corps, but it was a place mainly for those who’ve lost everything. Sometimes, bonds formed under the weight of sympathy and a strange, almost suicidal resolution to avenge what you’ve lost.

« You might as well get everything on the menu, » you shook your head in half-hearted dismay, but a familiar glint in her eyes made itself known.

« Oh, i hadn’t thought of that! Thank you so much! » she threw her arms around your neck briefly before skipping towards the owner who seemed more than happy to take her order, despite the way his eyes gradually widened to about the size of teacups from writing down nearly everything that was on today’s menu.

« Wait, Mitsuri! » you ran over to her and cupped your mouth, whispering in her ear: « I was only kidding! Are you sure it’s a good idea to eat this much? »

Heaven had blessed you that day when she’d found you idly looking at your sword on a small wooden bench outside a dessert shop. You remembered that day had been a bad one. Memories of your family, alive, had been plaguing your mind and you wondered if you were worthy of being the sole survivor for you weren’t nearly as strong as your co-workers.

She’d voluntarily sat down beside you and had offered you a stick of dango without any hesitation. She loved to share, and she’d wanted to share a piece of what made her happy to someone who looked like they could use it.

« But i’m hungry! » she whined, then flushed bright red. « B-but i will share! I’m not gonna hog everything.. »

You smiled at her kindly, wondering how this angel was a Demon Slayer. « Eat your fill, ‘Suri-chan. Just don’t get sick. »

Once again you were wrapped tightly in arms that held the comfort and security you’d longed for since the death of your family.

Spring arrived with promises of sweet smelling flowers and ripening fruits, and with those, love. You’d gotten the chance to meet your lovely friends’s previous mentor, a man of many words with hair that was reminiscent to flames. And Mitsuri had instinctively, like the love hashira that she is, detected the feelings that formed that day. Once the two of you were finally alone, she wasted little time in dabbling into the matter.

« Rengoku-san is nice, n-no? » you wondered why she was sweating. Her hand fanned at her face in light motions while she sipped her tea with the other. « Don’t you think so, [Name]-chan? »

You narrowed your eyes suspiciously at her. « He is. » you leaned closer to her. « You’re onto something, aren’t you? »

She practically burst, covering her face with her hands and shaking in her sit. « It’s just- i can feel it! You and Rengoku-san would make such a cute couple! »

Now it was your turn to sweat and to fan your face. Your cheeks burned as though you were under the scorching sun when a light breeze swept over you both. « Mitsuri, we met like, an hour ago! »

With sudden ardor, she released her face and held onto your hands. « You didn’t say no! »

« I didn’t because you’d know i’d be lying. Rengoku-san is nice. But i don’t think we have time to fall in love.. » you played with her fingers, letting your gaze drop onto your lap. « It’s already gotten harder for us to spend time together since you stepped up to being a hashira, we’re never gonna be able to maintain love lives! »

It was true. Shortly after your meeting, Mitsuri had been offered a spot as a hashira, and though you had both jumped up and down with happiness at the news, a small part of you had thought that this would be beginning of the end of your friendship. Being a hashira was serious business, surely Mitsuri would learn so too and would put her duty first. And she did, but she also put you on the same level as her duty. You would forever be grateful to her for making time for you, and you repaid her, you hoped, by training twice as hard to protect her.

She pouted. « We can try! Think about it, we’re demon slayers and we always put our lives on the line, we can allow ourselves a sliver of happiness from time to time, can’t we? »

You hesitated. She had joined the Corps to find a husband. « Well, sure, but.. i’m no good with love. »

« You’re friends with the love hashira. »

« And i’m no good with love. »

« And you’re friends with the love hashira. » she placed a finger over your nose, tapping. « I’ll help you, silly! I won’t let you die alone. Oh! Oh! Imagine! » she turned to you with the biggest, most innocent grin ever. « What if you and i get married on the same day? We’d get to help each other out with our attires and hairdos! Wouldn’t that be lovely? » she was shaking your shoulders now. You let her. « And what if we got pregnant at around the same time? Imagine our children being friends, just like us! Or lovers! »

Your heart swelled with warmth at her words, and you did nothing to contain the smile that was making your cheeks hurt. « That would be lovely, » you agreed. « I feel as though Iguro-san would prefer a simple wedding,”

She nodded without letting the words sink in. « He would! It’d take place-« then she stopped abruptly and she seemed to measure the meaning of your words before her face matched the color of her hair. « WAIT- I-IGURO-SAN? » she began steaming, pressing her fists to her chest. « What makes you think-? »

« Everyone, » you began slowly. « In the corps knows except for you. »

Your words seemed to strike her from every angle, and she almost fell backwards. « It’s that obvious? »

You nodded solemnly. « I don’t get why you tried to hide your crush. Is something wrong? »

The fluster seemed to dissipate and instead made way for an unexpected nervousness that shone in her eyes. « Well, it’s just.. i don’t want to embarrass him. »

« Embarrass him? »

« He’d be dating someone who eats like a glutton and who had pink and green hair.. » she didn’t finish, didn’t need to. She’d shared her insecurities about her appearance and appetite before and though you’d taken the time to assure her that there was nothing wrong with her, you knew those same insecurities were never far from her mind.

« Why would he have been so sweet to you if he’d been embarrassed of you, ‘Suri-chan? » you wondered. She said nothing, only blinked at her pink sandals. « You are loved by many. It’s not because of one loser with bad taste who broke off your engagement simply because of your hair color that you’re going to try to change. Iguro-san is not like that. He understands a person’s physique isn’t everything. And besides you’re so pretty! »

Pretty was an understatement. Mitsuri might as well have been a goddess.

« Oh, [Name]-chan! » she was sobbing now, and hugging you to the point where you had difficulty breathing, but that was okay. As long as you had Mitsuri, everything was okay.

You’d prayed to God for this moment to prolong itself, or you to be trapped inside your own little bubble of happiness with Mitsuri and maybe Rengoku if your friend was not wrong about his feelings for you, but those prayers had been ignored and too soon, you were facing a battle which would determine whether or not the human race would survive..or be overrun by demons.

Everything had happened in a blur, if you were to make sense of it all, to number the order of the events, your brain would have melted. Except, that wouldn’t have mattered. Not in this condition, not when you were missing an arm and were slowly bleeding to death.

Tonight’s losses were regrettable. So many have died. And so many kept dying, people fell all around you, the ground was soaked in blood. You were beginning to think Muzan’s words were true; those who died immediately by his attacks were the lucky ones. You did not feel included. Mitsuri cradled your head, sobbing and screaming at you to hold on, that Muzan would be defeated, that you would be healed. It seemed like wishful thinking, but she seemed so determined. Her cheek was cut and pouring pints of blood, but she was in a better shape than you and that alone was enough to wash away the last of the doubt and fear that lingered during the battle. You didn’t mind dying, but it had to be on your own terms. And you were glad your death would mean Mitsuri would get to live. One of you had to make it, and you wanted it to be her. Perhaps that was selfish of you. You didn’t want to live with the guilt of surviving at someone else’s behest, but here you were, putting your closest friend through the exact scenario. But she had people to live for, a family, a lover. Not you.

« Please, please, please keep your eyes open! » she implored, pressing you closer against her. « Don’t die, please! »

It pained you to see her like this. You’d always known Mitsuri as the most optimistic of people. Her grip around your remaining hand tightened and you felt that familiar warmth course through you again. « I’m sorry, » it was difficult to talk through the blood on your lips. « Sorry, ‘Suri-chan. Don’t cry.. »

Oh, you were crying too now, the tears mixed with the blood. You heard the clanging of swords and the slicing of flesh. Obanai had brought both you and Mitsuri to a fight-free corner before dashing off again. You prayed he’d live. Him, and everyone else.

Mitsuri looked around frantically, trying to find a medic or anyone that would give you a chance to live, but the fight was in full swing and you were getting tired of hearing the screams of agony of those who were cut down. You didn’t want anyone to come to your rescue— okay, maybe just a little— but you mostly wanted them to save themselves if they could, to focus on killing Muzan. Your case was, you already knew, hopeless and you didn’t want anyone wasting their time on you.

« Mitsuri, »

Her head snapped back towards you and droplets of tears fell on your face. « Yes? [Name], don’t speak, save your strength-«

« Can you promise me something? » you had no strength to save. You would not be saved. « When we reincarnate, if we-« you coughed out more blood. You were surprised you still had some left to cough out. « If we can be friends again, or sisters.. that’d be nice, » your eyes drooped. The horizon seemed to blur afar, the night sky and the Earth becoming one.

Mitsuri sobbed harder, nodding frantically. « We will! I’ll find you, [Name], even in another life, even if we aren’t reborn as sisters, i promise- but you can’t leave me now! » she seemed to break down further. « I can’t lose you, i don’t want to! »

It was bittersweet that she still held onto hope that you would live even though there wasn’t any. You didn’t want to crush her will, but it seemed that facing the truth was kinder than living in denial. « Mitsuri, look at me. I won’t make it, »

« NO! » she screamed, her tears fell harder and she didn’t even seem to mind the giant gash on her cheek. « You will! You-« she choked on her own spit and tears, holding you tighter. You felt so nice here, being hugged by her, engulfed in the comfort that emanated from her haori wrapped around you. You remembered the first time you two had exchanged haoris, she had thought it to be a good idea to swap outfits for a day.

You said nothing, just waited. She’d come to her senses. Mitsuri was sentimental, emotional, but not stupid. Her body was racked with tremors and she hiccuped uncontrollably. When she spoke again, her voice was now measured but shaky nonetheless. « I’ll find you, [Name]-chan. I want to be your sister in another life, or-or even just your best friend is more than enough! I-« she cracked a grin that did not reach her eyes. « I want to live a normal life with you. We’d be there for each other, there wouldn’t be demons-«

« That sounds lovely, » you murmured. In the far distance, you thought you could hear Sanemi yelling at Giyuu. « I’m grateful to be your friend, you know.. » your consciousness seemed to be lifting, like a floating lantern. Strangely, it didn’t hurt anymore. That could just be your nervous system shutting down. You knew Mitsuri wanted to cry harder, to yell and you knew she was holding back. She gazed at you as though she understood something, finally. « I wouldn’t know what to do if we didn’t meet again.. »

She pressed her forehead against yours. Her eyes seemed haunted. « We will find each other. I won’t forgive the Gods if we don’t. »

« Thank you.. » your eyes closed, and your breathing became shallow. With the last of your strength, you held onto her hand. « I’ll see you.. » your chest heaved.. and didn’t fall back down. In the end, all Mitsuri could do was press a wet kiss to your forehead. She finally cried out all her sorrows, inwardly apologizing to you for being weak.

The sound of muffled chatting awakened you, followed by glass tapping against wood. You laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling and gathering the courage to get out of bed.

« Welcome, welcome! » your sister’s cheerful voice came from below. « Please have a seat, i’ll be with you in just a moment! »

You giggled. Mornings were always busy at the diner run by your older sister and her husband. Kids came to grab snacks to munch on during class while their teacher drones on about a topic, morning commuters come in for their much needed cups of coffee lest they snap at everyone at work. You imagined both your sister and brother-in-law milling about, taking orders and serving their delicacies. You finally kicked the blankets away and rolled out of bed.

By the time you came downstairs, the place was half empty. The liveliness of the early customers usually dissipated at this time, but came back strong during lunch hours. You found Mitsuri at the counter, happily wiping off crumbs and dust. She was always happy.

« Good morning, nee-san, » you took a seat at the booth near the counter. « What’s for breakfast? »

You loved asking her that question because the answer was usually something along the lines of just about everything.

She rushed over to you and wrapped you up in her arms as a good morning. You saw Obanai giving you a small nod, kindness crinkling in his eyes and you had an inkling that he was smiling behind his mask. He sauntered towards the storage room, no doubt to get a broom and clean up the flour covered floor.

« Let’s see, there’s rice and fish.. » she counted on her fingers, getting lost in the wonderful land of food. « And i could whip up pancakes.. »

« I think i’ll just get the pancakes, » you poured yourself a glass of orange juice. You didn’t want to give her too much work this early on, and you felt bad that you were not the one cooking.

Mitsuri’s face lit up. « Pancakes it is! How much syrup do you want? I’ve got chocolate too, if you’d like! » she rushed over to the kitchen before you could even answer, nearly tripping on her own foot and giving both you and Obanai a heart attack. Her enthusiasm was contagious, you found yourself feeling giddy on your seat, drumming your fingers on the counter top, and swinging your legs. « Are the kids up yet? » you called out to her, but it was Obanai that answered.

«Michiko and Kokomo don’t have school today, so we let them sleep in. »

“They say they want to play with you! Yesterday they came up with a ton of games for you!” Mitsuri added, her voice dripping with mirth.

You nodded, your happiness only growing at the thought of the five adorable bunch. They were only toddlers, the eldest about 4 years old while the youngest ones— triplets, mind you— were still babies. And goodness did you spoil them. You often got in trouble with their father for giving them too much sweets and gifts, but their mother didn’t mind in the slightest. She was always so fond of seeing you play with them. And your ego grew everytime Michiko and Kokomo told you you were their favorite aunt. You were also the only aunt they saw on a daily basis, given how you had come to live with Mitsuri and Obanai after they’d gotten married since their house was close to your college. They’d insisted that you didn’t have to repay them in terms of money, so you made up for it by helping them out in their diner as much as possible whenever you got time, as well as babysitting their kids. Honestly, they also babied you a lot. Well, mostly Mitsuri.

You’ve always had a strong bond with her, stronger than what you had with your other siblings. You found it unfair to the rest of your them, and you felt guilty but you couldn’t help it. You almost felt like you’ve known her longer than you’ve known them.

While Obanai climbed up the stairs to check on the kids and Mitsuri stacked your pancakes with enough syrup and berries to both drown and suffocate the food, you surveyed the place. It was quiet, yet cheerful. It was peaceful and it was..home. You suddenly felt an onslaught of emotions; nostalgia, sadness, happiness, relief.. where they came from, you had no idea. Distant and foggy memories of a fairytail danced across your mind. Dangos. Cherry blossom trees. Swords.. you pinched your cheeks. Your parents had been right about you having a wild imagination. The same recurring dreams of sparring relentlessly and talking to some people whom you didn’t even know came back to you. They were sweet, comforting, nostalgic.. and you felt the urge to cry everytime you thought about them, though you had no clue why.

You only knew you’d found solace in this little home bustling with life. And you were determined to keep it so, you were determined to preserve the happiness they gave you, because you were not about to lose what you had found a second time.

#i’m not crying you are #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #nanako’s blues #mitsuri kanroji angst #mitsuri x reader angst #platonic mitsuri

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ecl1pse · 3 months

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TEN LEE THE ARTIST U ARE!!!

ngl just from the film teaser he released last week i got so excited to hear the full songs. nightwalker was soooo good. definitely in the lines of what key & taemin have done by playing a villain in their solo releases, but still a progression of the sound ten has had from his dream in a dream / new heroes days. ngl ido prefer nightwalker over even birthday. his music so far has felt more like pieces for him to showcase his dancing w occasional singing portions, which was fine, he IS one of the best dancers in the industry. but i've felt like his amazing singing is often overlooked for how much improvement & capability he has shown both in wayv's discography & the nct year-end projects over the years (his high note in the round&round bridge is still one of my favorites in probably all of nct's discography).

ten can be as much of a capable singer as he is a dancer is he's allowed to be, he's just emotive when singing & i really feel like this album shows that.

water is definitely my favorite song in the album, this was pulled straight out of the clubs in 2003, it's something that would've been an absolute hit in méxico & probably all of latinamerica imo. he did this for meeee!! thanks king.

on the other hand dangerous sound like something pulled from the 2003 anglo-saxon clubs. there's a over all very 2000s feel in the album, but mixed with a modern production imo.

while i would love for any of the b-sides to be performed alongside nightwalker, i think the one thay will be mainly promoted is going to be on ten, not only because it's a callback to his artistic name, but also the other song in the mini album with a modern feel aside nightwalker + plus it has such a good beat that it's bound to have a really good choreo (im thinking something very bouncy, fast & very hard for fans to replicate lol).

shadow is probably the song that aligns mostly with what he did with birthday albeit a little more melancholic. i love the little touches of the acoustic guitar that have been nearly all the songs across the album, it really seems to link them in a story.

we all know sm loves to add at least one ballad to their artists' repertoire, lie with you seems like the closest thing ten will have to one so far & it's honestly really fitting with how deceptive the song is. it comes off like such a cute lovey-dovey song -- until you pay attention to the lyrics. in the verse he's trying to pay nonchalant & make his lover believe it's ok if their relationship wont last & just wnhoy it for what it is, & then the chorus starts & he lets out just how much he also wishes it would all last for him. even the track video also being so cute serves to confuse us into thinking this is a short but very cute love story.

as you probably can tell, i really enjoyed this mini album. honestly, i kinda wish it were a full album so we got a fuller story cuz i'm sure there's a clearer through line than what i'm reading as of now from the few listens i've given it today. the sounds ten explores in this mini are sooo up my alley, like u dont understand, this kinda sounds like my childhood??? yet it doesnt sound like any song in specific that i can clearly point out the influnces, they're just blended really nicely to me. i havent liked a mini in a while like this, like enough that im probably gonna buy it even tho im supposed to be saving money. its a 10/10 for sure!!!

#ten i wanna kiss u on the mouth this mini was so delicious!!!!#i hope he has full promotional schedule #everyone has to hear these songs #ten #nct

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cmdonovann · 1 year

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okay so, ive been reblogging a lot of stuff from @fujowebdev this past month. in case i havent mentioned yet, yes, its because i am working on this project! (ive done some character design stuff for a few characters that havent been released yet, as well as some little illustrations for the kickstarter campaign, which you should check out here if you havent yet!)

(here's some of the art i did for the kickstarter, as seen here, and you can find a little more about what ive been doing for the project in this post.)

but you may be wondering why i am working on this project in the first place. well, good question! its basically a long series of random events that starts several years ago, so i wont bore you with that much detail, but the long and short of it is that i ended up joining a discord server called fandom coders for fandom folks who like coding and/or want to learn coding. (you can find them here, at their website, which i have also made some small contributions to!)

the fancoders are basically the coolest group of people ever; they've all been super nice, encouraging, and helpful! tbh, ive been feeling disillusioned by social media as a way of sharing my art for some time now, especially with the increase in sites that disallow/ban nsfw art in recent years, and the fandom coders discord (and especially ms boba, head of the kickstarter project and bobaboard) was more than happy to help me expand my skills so i could work on improving my own website. and the skill they helped me with that has been most vital... turned out to be learning how to use git and github!

so that brings us to the kickstarter. the main reason i've put off learning more about web development for many years was honestly just intimidation. i find a lot of resources that are supposedly aimed at people wanting to create websites are... really not all that friendly to amateurs or newbies! and for a long time, i had no one (and nowhere) to ask for help about this without being shamed for my lack of skill.

this is why i think a resource like the guide we are kickstarting is such a big deal, and why i was pretty much instantly down to volunteer my time towards making it a reality. i know there are TONS of other fandom folks out there who would love to make their own websites to showcase their love for their fandom, but not nearly enough resources that teach website-making skills in a way that is approachable and FUN.

(and fun is exactly what we are trying to make this! hence the hot anime boys.)

anyway, that's my pitch! if you haven't already, go check out our kickstarter! we're already fully funded, but we have a couple of stretch goals that i think are really cool, so any extra funding helps us get to those! the first volume of the book/zine we're making covers git and github, so that you can learn version control and make your websites without the fear of breaking your site while editing and not having any way to recover the old unbroken version (TTwTT)b we've all been there...

#wOW that got longer than i intended. my b #fujowebdev #fujoguide #very hype to eventually reveal the characters i designed lol #that will probably be a couple volumes down the line tho haha

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pesterloglog · 5 months

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John Egbert, Jade Harley

Act 5, page 3415-3419

-- ectoBiologist [EB] began pestering gardenGnostic [GG] --

EB: hey jade, are you there? i have a computer now.

EB: this boring guy keeps blinking at me though, and it's weird.

GG: john!!! :D

GG: wow, finally!

EB: hi!

EB: sorry i disappeared after you entered the game...

EB: but from what i have seen in the clouds, it doesn't look like you have had much trouble making progress!

GG: nope!

GG: dave was able to set up as my server player

GG: he is building up my house right now so that we can deploy some equipment up there

EB: oh, nice!

EB: dave is serving ALL the ladies, isn't he?

GG: yep!

EB: he is like a dude on butler island.

EB: i mean, a dude who happens to be one of the butlers...

EB: doing a lot of serving, to various ladies who are vacationing at this snooty resort.

EB: wait, i am fucking this up.

GG: :o

GG: thats ok, i wont tell him about it

EB: ok, good.

EB: all i am saying is, why can't i have a dave butler too?

GG: well, maybe you can.....

GG: i will try to put in a good word for you B)

EB: thank you.

EB: what is the equipment you're deploying?

GG: im not sure!

GG: something to do with cloning i guess? it serves some purpose in my quest as witch of space

GG: a nice troll named kanaya has been advising me on stuff about that

GG: have you talked to her?

EB: hmm... i don't think so. not recently anyway.

GG: you should!

GG: a bunch of trolls are not nearly as bad as i thought

GG: even karkat! he has been helping me too... sort of, hehe

EB: he has? but i thought he "hated" you!

GG: oh yeah, he said plenty of stuff like that, but i dont think he ever actually meant it

GG: flying off the handle is part is of his charm in a funny way, once you know that about him

EB: yes, this is what i have concluded about him as well.

EB: he is a pretty great guy. i am really looking forward to more of his outbursts, especially his first conversation with me, which i am to understand will be legendary.

EB: but we shouldn't tell him we said any of this, or he will be "furious"!

GG: heheheh

GG: shhhhhhhhh

EB: so what else have you been up to?

EB: we should try to catch up as much as possible!

GG: yeah!

GG: hmm what else... theres been so much going on, its been a little hard to keep track of it all!

GG: why dont you tell me what youve been up to first?

EB: oh man.

EB: you will never guess what i am doing right now.

EB: go ahead, try to guess, you will not succeed.

GG: ..............

GG: whoa :O

GG: john where did you get that nice flying car??????

EB: oh god dammit!

EB: how do you know!

EB: do you have rose's crystal ball?

GG: sort of!

GG: she gave me the code, and i made a cool pair of goggles with it

EB: argh, i am surrounded by real life witches!

EB: everyone i know is turning magic, it's ridiculous.

EB: including me! i'm magic now.

GG: it certainly seems so! what with your fancy magic car

GG: and your chauffeur familiar, i guess?

EB: no, he is neither a chauffeur, nor a familiar...

EB: he is just a new friend!

EB: also, this is not a magic car, it is an ordinary car.

EB: i found it in my dad's wallet.

GG: you did???

EB: yes, i just found his wallet on the ground.

EB: but my dad was nowhere to be found. :(

GG: :(

EB: the clouds led me to the wallet though, so maybe they will keep leading me to him?

GG: hmmmmm...

GG: maybe, but hang on let me try something

EB: ok.

EB: i have seen lots of interesting things in the clouds...

EB: i guess you used to see things like that all the time, right?

GG: yes!

GG: what have you seen?

EB: wow, uh...

EB: well, lots of things that were mysterious and didn't make much sense...

EB: but also lots of things i recognized.

EB: like stuff i have done before. and also stuff i will do in the future.

EB: and things that rose and dave have been up to...

EB: and you too!

GG: :O

GG: like what, what did you seeeee?

EB: well, i saw you on your island, and saw you sleeping in a floating bed, and...

EB: i saw your pretty snow planet...

EB: and i saw you with some frogs...

EB: have you found any frogs yet?

GG: frogs?

GG: no...

EB: well, i saw you once in a neat outfit...

EB: it was kind of like you were torn from the pages of my favorite japanese mangas.

EB: and the snow was melting.

EB: and you were surrounded by frogs for some reason!

EB: heh, now it sounds like i am describing a weird dream i had about you.

GG: sure does!

EB: which i guess is sorta true?? anyway, i guess that must not have happened yet.

GG: nope! but that sounds pretty interesting

GG: i wonder why i would be surrounded by frogs?

EB: dunno! but you are a witch, remember.

EB: witches LOVE frogs.

GG: hahaha thats true!

GG: i hope i am not planning on putting them in a cauldron or anything o_o

EB: i doubt it, it looked to me like a friendly gathering.

GG: whew!

EB: oh, and one time i saw a green version of you with pointy ears, and you were crying!

EB: did that happen yet?

GG: bluh. yes :|

GG: i prototyped my dead dream self and tried to get her to fight jack

GG: but it turned out to be a BIG MISTAKE

GG: god i cant believe how dumb that idea was, she was an emotional wreck

EB: oh no!

EB: what happened? where is she now?

GG: oh, she went off to cry somewhere else... good riddance!

EB: wow jade, you really have been up to a lot!

GG: hehe i guess so

EB: and i have just been staring at these dumb clouds for hours or whatever.

EB: i even saw my own dead body in a cloud!

GG: what!!!!!

GG: oh noooo

EB: it's ok though, it already happened.

EB: i was sort of tricked into sleeping on my quest bed.

EB: and when i went to sleep, jack killed me.

EB: she must have known that would happen...

GG: who?

EB: vriska. do you know her?

GG: i dont think so!

EB: she is pretty cool, but just between you and me, she might be a little crazy!

GG: well if she tricked you into getting killed, then i would have to agree

EB: but, i don't think it's really like that...

EB: honestly i think dying was a necessary part of the process, and she just didn't tell me so i wouldn't get scared.

GG: what process?

GG: and how are you alive now if you died! john im a little confused

EB: well... i died on the quest bed and woke up here, as my dream self.

EB: and now i have all these sweet wind powers.

EB: which is how i am making this car fly!

GG: ohhhhhh!

GG: that makes sense

GG: dave had mentioned you reached the god tier

EB: yeah!

GG: but he did not say what it involved D:

GG: he probably didnt want to make me worried

EB: maybe, or he was just being some sort of aloof coolkid.

GG: or that!

GG: but he also said that no one else would do it but you...

GG: actually, now it makes sense that i wouldnt be able to, since my dream self is dead

GG: its too bad really

EB: yeah...

GG: i wonder what space powers would be like??

EB: hmm, i have no idea!

GG: oh well

EB: maybe you shouldn't rule it out though?

EB: i mean, you did mention your dream self isn't COMPLETELY dead, remember?

GG: !!!

GG: youre right...

GG: i suddenly dont know if i want to become a god tier anymore :(

EB: heheh.

EB: she was that bad, huh?

GG: DX

GG: i dont even want to talk about her! she is sad and cowardly.

EB: ok, i will not pry.

GG: why dont you tell me about your new friend?

GG: he sure seems to be enjoying that horn!

EB: i know, right?

EB: /rolls eyes

EB: he is just this silly guy i met when i woke up here.

EB: he seemed to be curious about me and followed me around for a while.

EB: also, i noticed he was wearing my bedsheet.

GG: haha! what is he doing with that!

EB: i don't know, there seems to be this whole cult full of people who worship my ghost sheets.

EB: i ran into a bunch of them in a salamander village, they are all completely ridiculous.

EB: so i guess he is a member of the cult?

GG: probably!

GG: you are just going to have to deal with the fact that you are becoming a famous hero john, and people everywhere will idolize you

EB: derp! they aren't idolizing ME, it's my dumb bedsheets they love!

EB: it's so stupid.

EB: OH!

EB: also, another thing about him...

EB: he has the queen's ring!

GG: :o

GG: thats great! john you have to get that ring from him!

EB: i've tried! i asked him politely for it and everything.

EB: but he is very protective of it!

GG: hmmmmmmmmmm

GG: that is a problem!

EB: actually, i think it's ok.

EB: i think he is supposed to keep it.

GG: you do?

EB: yes. once i saw something in the clouds.

EB: it was hard to tell what was going on, but i saw him!

EB: im pretty sure it was the future, and he had the ring, and...

GG: and what?

EB: and then the cloud stopped showing me.

EB: but i am pretty sure that some day...

EB: he will have to wear it!

GG: 8O

EB: so i think i will just let him keep it.

EB: for some reason, i trust him.

GG: ok john.....

GG: i trust you

GG: so i will trust in your trust in him

EB: yeah, trust all around!

GG: im going to be a supportive piece of shit all day and fall down all this trust!

EB: how trustworthy do you even have to BE to CONFIDE in someone like that.

GG: lol

EB: anyway, i guess that's enough of that nonsense.

EB: i should keep looking for my dad!

EB: maybe if i fly around in this car with this guy beeping here, the noise will get his attention and he will find me.

GG: john, i already found your dad!

EB: you did?

GG: yes i found him with my goggles almost right away!

GG: but i didnt want to interrupt you

EB: oh! well that sure is convenient!

EB: where is he?

GG: he is with roses mom

GG: they are in a castle, having some sort of tea party together

GG: they appear to be enjoying each others company!

GG: its quite adorable actually

EB: oh wow...

EB: jade, what if they get married or something???

EB: oh god, if rose became my sister too, that would wreak HAVOC on karkat's shipping diagram!

EB: as leader of this team i submit that we cannot afford to let this happen!!!!!!!!!!

EB: everyone man your battle stations!!!

GG: RED ALERT!!!!!!

EB: we have a ship to sink! arm torpedoes!!!!!!

GG: AWOOOOOOOOOOOGA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

EB: KA-PCHOOOOOOOOOOOOO. target destroyed. B)

EB: heheh, i am just joking around, of course.

GG: durrrr oh really john :p

EB: :P

GG: but really, they make a nice couple and i think it would be great if they got married!

EB: yes, i agree.

EB: even if it would make it awkward for me to marry rose.

GG: i guess so

EB: but maybe that doesn't matter? these are kind of special circumstances.

GG: yes they are pretty special

EB: i wonder if my dad and her mom would mind us getting married...

GG: i dunno

GG: who are they to stand between two youngsters in love?

EB: whoa, in love???

GG: yes john, two people must be in love in order to get married

GG: it is one of the rules!

EB: oh jeez, yeah i guess you're right.

GG: so what do you say john, are you in love with rose?

EB: um...

GG: and if not, are you prepared to fall in love with her?

EB: er.

GG: wellllll? :D

EB: argh!

EB: this line of questioning is making me flustered.

EB: all i know is, i was ordered by karkat to marry rose.

EB: i think we can both agree that it would be reckless to look at a crappy shipping diagram made by an alien, and ignore its message altogether.

GG: i didnt even know karkat made a shipping diagram...

EB: it's a thing of beauty, and it will save the human race.

GG: i will have to make him show me

EB: yes.

EB: btw, you will marry dave.

EB: 100% TRUE REALITY.

GG: <_<;

EB: it's ok though, i will not press you on your feelings for him.

EB: i already know you are totally into the strider anyway.

GG: whaaat...

EB: it's all in the diagram, jade.

EB: it's all in the diagram.

GG: i dont know about that!

GG: i clearly need to take a good hard look at this prophetic document

GG: and possibly tell karkat what an idiot he is!

EB: that you do.

EB: ok but anyway, who cares about his terrible shitty drawings and meddlesome romantic schemes!

EB: how do i find my dad!

GG: uh

GG: well, i dont actually know where he is relative to you!

GG: so i dont know if i can give you directions

EB: bluh!!!

GG: there might be some way to do that...

GG: these goggles are actually REALLY COMPLICATED!

GG: i will look into it and get back to you

GG: in the meantime, why dont you fly around and keep looking?

GG: at least now you know to look for a castle

GG: and maybe the clouds will give you some more tips!

EB: yes, that's a good idea, i'll do that.

EB: thanks for the help, jade!

GG: sure! <3

EB: i will talk to you later.

GG: later!

-- ectoBiologist [EB] ceased pestering gardenGnostic [GG] --

#homestuck #john egbert #jade harley #homestuck act 5 #page 3415 #page 3416 #page 3417 #page 3418 #page 3419 #homestuck act 5 act 2

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cilaires707 · 1 year

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N REGARDS TO MY YOUTUBE STREAMS

So if you weren’t informed before I am a twitch streamer mainly. I wanted to test out what it’s like to be a YouTube streamer since I’ve heard good things from others. A lot of my mutuals have also been doing quite well on this website as well.

I’ve only been streaming on here for about a month and that’s how long I intended to stream for.

So far I only had one seriously scuffed stream on YouTube which I am in debate on even deleting or not.

The little gripes I have with YouTube is that It is insanely hard to see when using YouTube streaming ui. The fonts for chat is tiny and are I adjustable like how it is on twitch.

This makes it very difficult to play visually dependent games with or for chat. Right now I’m playing resident evil on twitch, now if I brought that to YouTube switching back and forth from chat to game would be nearly impossible for me because I wouldn’t be able to see what anyone’s saying. So for YouTube I’m resorted to only do art, just chatting and karaoke streams. Which is fine these are fun topics and are engaging but I squinting my eyes to see what you’re typing hurts after a while.

The YouTube setup for stream is also a bit difficult to understand the first time around. Sometimes I couldn’t even put up my thumbnails for streams or is out rifht make a whole new upcoming stream on accident because there is no visual edit button.

In my personal experience I have not met many new viewers or if I did it was just to hard for me to notice because of the tiny chat font.

I know it’s insanely hard to gain views or new chargers on both YouTube and twitch but for twitch in a month I can receiver around 3 or so new chatters. For YouTube I only had the regulars that were originally on twitch. (I appreciate y’all dearly for joining my experiment). It all makes sense honestly because unless you are an already big creator YouTube wont show your lives. YouTube never shows lives it’s more of a video website anyways. So it makes sense that I’d get more engagement from twitch who is a primary streaming site.

I know this isn’t a need for streamers and a lot of streamers even on twitch due without it but. God do I miss twitch redeems when being on YouTube. I have the mix it up beta so I can make redeems commands and so on to make my YouTube more engaging but it all isn’t the same.

Not a lot of people read the description so they wont see my !commands list all the time. Along with me having to build b limitations to prevent spamming. Also not a lot of other bots are accessible to YouTube.

I just enjoy using bots for protection and comedic purposes.

This experiment would have never happened tbh if I didn’t have mic it oo.

The good things about YouTube is that it forces me to be organized. To get views on your lives you must have a description a eye catching tittle and thumbnail along with hashtags.

This makes ir easier to find the vos you’re interested in along with just having your YouTube channel look nice.

Twitch doesn’t have that and a lot of your vods get lost in time which makes it feel like there is no point in organizing because why make a pretty thumbnail that will be deleted in a month.

YouTube saves your vods which I love because I can always look back to see how much I improved as a creator.

I’m sorry if all this is a bit of a jumbled mess of thoughts but in conclusion.

I’ll be sticking with twitch until something better comes along, YouTube improved more, or it dies

Twitch has better engagement for smaller creators

I cant adjust things to make it easier for my disability,

I cant interact with chat with bots and so on.

It’s just a platform that was meant for streaming.

This experiment was fun and I’m glad I got to learn more about YouTube streaming. Thank you everyone who watched me and I hope to see y’all on twitch.

For now YouTube will continue to be a place where I create short/ long form content.

Lives maybe every once and a while if needed. But follow me on twitch for weekly streams at 8pm est Saturday and Sunday

Thank you mix it up for allowing me to beta test I hope to use it more often in future YouTube

Streams.

https://m.twitch.tv/cilaires/home

#vtuberartist #vtuber #small youtuber #streamer #twitch streamer #youtube #twitch art stream

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romanromulus · 2 years

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wow. embarassing as hell to be THAT triggered by such a clumsy mess of an episode

#this flashback was brought to you by bad and nearly incoherent storytelling #im not going to tag this but mk knows what it did #that was like a chimp pounding away at a typewriter but somehow every key is a highly specific trigger of mine #anyway real interested to see what theyre gonna do with one episode left.#always nice to be soundly and completely rid of a hyperfixation #in one fell swoop. if youre going to make me lose my mind for like two hours. at least be clever about it #literally you can tell they were in the writers room like ‘man yk what would b cool? having marc in a mental hospital. whoa trippy! haha’#and then no one could make it make any sense so they just shoehorned in a ridiculous explanation.#also like. can we discuss how stupid the marcsteven shit is. if your character has did. make him HAVE DID. ‘i made you up’? what?#so bad. marvel wont get me again. an i’ll swear on that #once again. stream doom patrol aka the only good superhero media

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dr4cking · 3 years

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Hello lovely - Could plz you do draco smut on the hogwarts express with breeding kink? but they keep going after he finishes 😶‍🌫️🤪

Hogwarts Express.

masterlist taglist

draco malfoy x reader | smut | anon requested.

a/n : hii bby thank you for requesting, this one is wild i admit and was kinda hard to write but i like it nonetheless 😩💞

the 9 3/4 platform are full of wizards and witches coming back from their home, hagrid already waiting and calling them to come inside the train, but he still waited as he saw the blonde haired guy still standing outside.

“malfoy, you gonna miss the train if you keep standing there!” hagrid shouted at him getting impatient by the time.

“a minute hagrid. i’m waiting for my girlfriend!” hagrid rolled his eyes at him taking a seat on the nearest bench while the train already honking at them.

finally, draco spotted his girlfriend running to him with her belongings, he quickly wrapped the girl in his arms.

“hey my love, how’s your summer?” draco asked taking her stuff in his hand helping her as both of them now entering the train.

“it was good i had so much fun with my parents! what about you?”

“it was nice i guess but it would be better if you were there with me..” y/n chuckles at her boyfriend.

“next time i promise, pinky promise!” he laughs as he opened the empty cabin and motioning y/n to go inside.

“why dont we sit with our friends, dray?” y/n asked him in confusion while draco placing her stuff in the trunk.

“i miss you too much to sit with them today, love” draco sits beside her, cupping her face in his hands as he finally gets the taste of her after being separated from summer break, y/n kissed him right back until they broke the kiss.

draco and y/n talked about how their break, random things for hours as the train still on its way to hogwarts, y/n is currently eating her snacks that she bought from the trolley lady but she stops when she watched draco swished his wand and the window covered instantly. she widen her eyes as one of draco’s hands squeezed her thigh under her skirt and rubbing small circles on it, she looks up at him who now held a lustful gaze in his eyes.

“draco.. not here.” y/n warned him but its only made his hand trailed higher, draco gives her a cheeky smirk.

“cant blame me.. you’re too hot to resist and i cant wait until we get to hogwarts i miss you too much..” draco leans into her face biting and licking her earlobe then kissing her jaw making the girl letting out soft whimpers.

“b-but what if someone comes in, draco? its too risky.”

“and thats what it made this more fun, right?” draco chuckles lowly as he took out his wand from his pocket and casted a locking and silencing spell at the door.

“you’re unbelievable” y/n laughs, her hand removing his blazer and unbuttoning his black shirt and draco does the same to her.

“i can tell you that you wanted this too. i bet you’re thinking of me while touching yourself in your room, wishing it was my fingers instead, hmm?” y/n moaned at his dirty words she hated to admit but it was true.

“use your words and answer me.” draco slapped her thighs making her gasped.

“y-yes” she stutters as he starts to rubbing her from her panties.

“yes what?”

“yes draco.. p-please touch me” y/n begged desperately at him getting more aroused at his touch.

“i’m touching you.”

“no.. you know what i mean, dray..” y/n leaned back to her seat and widen her legs for draco making him chuckles deeply.

“you’re just a needy slut, aren’t you?” y/n nodded eagerly at him, running her hands around his bare chest and abs causing him to rolled his eyes back at her simple touch.

“yes i am, please i need you” draco pulled down her panties throwing it to her side, y/n’s breath got stuck in her throat as his thumb made a contact with her clit.

a moan left her lips as he thrusted his fingers into her, she quickly put her hand over her mouth to muffle her moans making draco stop.

“dumb slut, be as loud as you can i’ve casted a muffliato.” draco put her hand off of her mouth and replacing it with his lips instead, he kissed her roughly, their tongue dances together fighting for dominance. draco won of course as y/n moan into the kisses when he inserts his fingers back into her and starts to pumping faster.

y/n’s hand going down to his clothed boner rubbing it causing draco to let out a hiss but he quickly slap her hand away.

“you dont get to touch me. dont be a bad girl or you wont get to cum” draco curls his fingers inside her and thrusting faster hitting her spot making y/n squirmed in her seat.

“draco please i’m so close..” and with that draco pulled out his fingers making y/n whining in frustration.

“not yet little slut” he pulled y/n from her seat and stood her up against the window.

draco quickly unbuckled his belt and and letting his trousers falls onto the floor, he pushed her skirt up to her waist and hooking one of her legs to his waist as he lining his cock up and down her slit.

“beg for it, slut.”

“please dray please please fuck me fill me up with y- ah- yes- oh my god!” y/n screaming out loud instantly as draco gave her no warning and pushed his cock all the way inside of her, he gives her no time to adjust as he starts to rocking his hips against her.

“fuck you’re so tight- wrapping my cock so tight.. such a good girl-” draco pounding into her harder and faster making both of them feeling heavenly. one of his hands squeezing her breast, twirling and pinching her hard nipple making y/n dug her nails deeper on his back.

draco’s thrust getting sloppier as he feels the knot tighten in his stomach, he forced his cock deeper inside her nearly brushing her cervix making y/n screaming louder.

“i’m gonna cum.. please let me cum!” y/n pleaded at him cant hold her high anymore as draco doubled up her pleasure by rubbing her clit with his fingers.

“shit- cum baby, now.” y/n came instantly with loud moan left her lips after he said that, her legs began to shake, her walls clenching and pulsing around him making his cock throbbing inside her.

“thats it- ‘m gonna fill you up baby, stuffing you full with all my hot cum, fucking hell-” draco came to a full stop as he shoots all of his cum into her, spraying his cum inside her filling her up like he promised, he ride out their high.

fuck, he was still hard.

draco made no move to pull out, he captured y/n’s lips back on his as he still rocked in and out of her snapping his hips against her making the girl moaned again.

“im not done yet with you baby, now bend over the seat” y/n obeyed getting into the position, getting all fours, draco gives her a few spanks on her ass making them printed with his hand print.

“safeword?” draco said as he lining his cock back on her cunt, their juices making it slippery and made his tip slipped into her causing y/n to winced.

“no need draco, please just fuck me again.” and with that draco slammed his entire length into her, granting her wishes, profanities left their lips.

“such a greedy girl, only for me”

“yes yes only for you, harder please” draco was surprised that y/n hasnt sensitive yet, he thrusted harder and sped up his pace at inhumanly pace, clapping sounds and moans filling the cabin.

“fuck draco!” y/n couldnt contain her scream anymore she only wanted to screaming his name while she came undone around his cock.

“holyshit- y/n!” draco grabbed her neck pulling her up to his chest as he shoots his cum for the second time inside her, y/n moaned feeling so full. draco lazily ride out their highs and pulling out as he softening. their mixed cums dripped out of her and he quickly pushed it back inside. he reached for her panties and pulling it up.

“keep it there, wanna see you walking around with my cum inside you” y/n blushes madly at his order.

they quickly redressing themselves, their bodies feels so sticky. and to their luck the train has stopped at the same time. they quickly bring their stuff before opening the door.

“merlin it smells like sex in here” theodore nott said as he passed through their cabin.

“thats because we just had sex” draco replied without hesitation making the poor guy scrunched his face in disgust.

“you guys are so gross i dont ever wanna sit there again!”

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#draco malfoy #draco malfoy smut #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x y/n #draco smut #draco oneshot #draco fanfiction #draco malfoy angst #draco x y/n #draco x reader #draco x you #harry potter

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dylansslutt · 2 years

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just tell me / j.m

JJ Maybank imagine :)

Prompt: you and jj both liked each other, but to stubborn to admit. When something goes down at the bonfire, feelings get confessed

Warnings: season2 spoilers!!!, cussing, fighting, drinking underage, weed.

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the air felt nice, especially considering schools about to start. The bonfire was going down today, it happens every year before school starts. you and the pogues sat around the chateau, killing time until we had to leave.

john b and sarah got into it, so you had no clue where she was. yet you didn’t bother to ask, john be clearly looked pissed. you were seated next to jj, his hand running up and down your thigh.

the rest of the group thought the two of you would end up like john b and sarah... you weren’t ready to play that game. jj was the best, your best friend; but he had a reputation. his record of keeping a girl lasted about a night or so... kicking them out the next morning.

he was cute, definite ladies man. he was funny, mostly genuine when with his friends. yet, you weren’t about to risk saying anything, especially when you had no idea if he even viewed you like that.

you sat quietly, causing him to glance over at you. “hey?”

“You good ?” he softly pokes you, your head nodding. your mind carried away with thoughts. some about your family issues, other danced around the fact that you were up late reading some steamy books. having the desperate need of something more stuck in the back of your head.

“You sure? You’re quiet today.” his voice brought you out of your daze, you sigh. “yeah, jay ‘m fine.” you stood up, heading outside for a breathe of fresh air.

you missed the look john b threw towards jj, or the way jj followed your retreating figure with his eyes.

"what’s up with her today?” john b asked jj, who just answered with a shrug.

You let your feet dangle in the water. the frustration felt like it was just bubbling at the surface, you wanted to be away from everyone at the moment. not wanting to pop off someone, just because you couldn’t find someone to take the edge off.

that’s when a idea popped into your head. you could just find a cute boy at the party tonight; a great distraction. someone to help take the edge off. it was decided, you were gonna have a good fucking time, find someone who was worth it, and let out some much needed relief. no feelings, no problems.

“So you gonna tell me what’s up?” JJ plopped down beside you, nearly causing you to let out a startled scream. you slap his arm softly, “ya’ scared me, jesus.”

he laughed, nudging your shoulder. “wassup? for real.” you bit your lip softly, deciding to be honest.

“if im honest, promise you wont laugh.” you held your pinky out, and he nods linking his pinky with yous. “promise.”

“im frustrated today.”

his eyebrows raised, “wha- ohh. wait how come?”

you glance at him confused, “what do you mean ‘how come’. girls have needs too, come on jj.” his hands raise in defense, “didn’t say ya’ didn’t, just confused is all. i mean come on, you don’t have anyone to handle that with?”

“no jj, im not like you. i don’t just sleep with whoever, whenever... but tonight i think i might pull one of your moves.” he laughs at that. “why didn’t you just ask me instead?”

you choke on your spit, do what. ask him? you bust out laughing. “Ask you? god your funny.” he pouts, “i don’t see why your laughing. im pretty skilled, if i do say so myself.”

you stare at him in disbelief, “you must think your hot shit, but also we can’t. no pogue on pogue macking remember?”

he rolls his eyes, “that’s bullshit and you know it, but hey. if you don’t end up going home with someone, offers still available.” and with that he stood up, leaving you confused and alone.

what the fuck just happened?

you stood around a group of people, a drink in your hand. you felt a tap, jj hands you a blunt. “thank ya’ sir.” you mock a fake english accent, taking the blunt from him. you didn’t let earlier affect you, just allowing yourself to feel free.

the waves sending a nice breathe over your body, you hit the blunt a few times. you were having a good time, not too drunk; just feeling good. you had some soft maroon shorts on with a black oversized crop top on. something simple and cute, hopefully cute enough for a distraction.

you pass the blunt back to jay, before heading over to the keg. you giggle to yourself as you refill your cup. “hey, mind if you fill me up too?” a voice spoke up behind you.

your eyes flick towards a cute boy, he was tall. you allow yourself to scan his features, blond hair, blue eyes, dimples. he was fine. you hold the nozzle out towards his cup, “sure.” you were now playing your game.

you allowed your doe eyes to challenge his, a soft smile etching your face. “thanks, uhh...” he allowed you to reveal your name. “y/n. but you can call me y/n/n”

“austin, my friends call me jackass.” he jokes, making you softly giggle, even though it really wasn’t that funny. “so you from here?” he keeps the conversation going. you nod as you take a sip of the beer.

“born and raised, what about you?” he shook his head. “nah, we’re actually from tennessee. but my parents have a beach house here, so we come down a lot. like 5/6 times a year.”

you nod, “that’s really cool, i’ve never been to tennessee before.” you reach in your bra, pulling your vape out. “it’s not a bad place, i just like the beach more.”

“yeah, i dont know what i’d do without the ocean. its my safe haven.” you confessed, you glance back at the boy seeing him already staring at you.

“do you have a boyfriend?” you laugh, “god no.” his eyebrows raise at that.

“hmm.”

you give him a confused look, “what’s the hmm for?” he shakes his head. “nothing.” you scoff, jokingly pushing him. “i don’t believe you.”

he chuckles, “it’s just funny, you’re pretty as fuck, smart too.” you felt your cheeks heat up, not use to such compliments. “well thank ya’.”

you take another gulp of your beer, before settling back into the atmosphere. “what about you? got any girls back home?” he shook his head, “nah.”

“See that’s crazy, a guy as cute as you. hard to believe.” you toy with him, he glanced down at you. a smirk evident on his lips.

“y/n? yo i’ve been looking everywhere for ya’.” a voice called from a few feet away. you look over your shoulder, a high ass jj making his way towards you. you roll your eyes, telling austin to give you one second.

“well i’ve been right here the entire time, what ya want jay? im kinda in the middle of something.” you mumble out the last part since you weren’t that far from the other boy.

he glanced over your shoulder, “oh come on, y/n. i gave you a option, not for you to choose a look alike.” your jaw dropped at that statement.

“the fuck? im not sitting here choosing your god damn doppleganger, jj! im so sorry that your upset i didn’t accept your half assed fucking offer you give every other girl, but i have respect for myself. and i thought you would too.”

with that being said you turn around walking back over to the other blond, rolling your eyes in annoyance. the fucking nerve that boy has, god what the hell.

“you okay?” austin questioned you, you finished off your cup. “yeah, all good.” you refill your cup again, turning back to the boy. “i wanna smoke, you got any bud?”

austin nods, “yeah actually it’s in my bag, over there.” he leads you towards a small group, his hand intertwined with yours. there were two boys in deep discussion. “guys.” austin cleared his throat.

the two boys look up, “this is y/n, y/n this is sam and alex.” you silently wave at the two boys, both of them saying hi. you and austin sat beside them, him reaching into a backpack.

he pulled out a tray, grinder, rillos, and a baggie of weed. “oh someone was prepared.” i joke causing the boys to laugh.

“of course, never leave the house without it.” austin began to get to work, the other boys fall back into conversation. you glance at his bag, eyes landing on a baggie of pills. your eyes furrowed in confusion.

you glance back at the tray, observing everything. his hand looked as if it held something in it. it seemed sketchy. “hey, real quick let me go grab my phone before someone steals it.” he nods and i get up and leave.

you quickly get away from them, not even bothering with that shit. you see kie and walk over to her. “i need a drink.” you mutter, stealing her fresh new one.

“okay just steal mine.” you stayed quiet, gulping the drink down. “you okay?” her figure now in front of you.

“me and jj got into it, and this guy austin brought me over to his friends to smoke but they had pills... and he was being sketchy.” you rambled out, running your hands through your hair.

her eyebrows raised, “well they wont mess with you, i’ll make sure of it. what happened between you and jj though?”

you shake your head, “nothing, i need another drink.” you hand her back the empty cup walking off. your eyes scan the area, shockingly enough you see sarah with topper.

“what the fuck...” you muttered. you grab a cup pouring half the vodka bottle in it. you scan the scenes around you, john b was talking with some brunette, kie stood talking with pope. yet you couldn’t see jj.

you sigh, throwing back some of the liquor. tonight was supposed to go way different. you turn around going to leave when austin is once again in front of you.

“you left.” he states, you bit your lip. “yeah sorry i have to uh-”

“uh.. you know where im from that’s considered rude.” his arms cross, making you glare up at the boy.

your eyes flicker to the left seeing jj staring at you, you desperately hoped he saw your eyes. instead he just looked away, talking with the girl beside him.

“yeah, see... i got to go.” you made way to move past him but his hand caught your arm. “are you for real?”

you rip your arm from his grasp, “dont fucking touch me.”

you ignored jj’s concerned glance, just ready to leave. you made way through the people. john b’s face appeared, “y/n!”

you roll your eyes, “hey.” your arm on the other hand was hurting from the guys grip. john b glances down at it, “dude, what happened?”

you shake your head, “some guy grabbed me. im okay thou-” your voice got cut off by the sound of people yelling. your head swung around, jj on top of austin.

“oh my g- JJ!” you rush forward. john b and pope pull him off the guy, jj face still enraged. “bet you won’t do it now pussy!” he spits down at the guy, his face bleeding. his friends made way over as the rest of us move out.

“what was that?” kie questions, your mind asking the same thing. jj eyes found me, a glare evident. “ask her.” he storms off.

everyone stared at me confused, “wh-what? the guy he beat up is the guy i told you-” you pointed at kie. “that was being sketchy. he came back and grabbed me but i left. i dont know why jj fought him though.” you confessed, now stressed about the whole thing.

with that being said you followed jj, “jay.”

your voice called out,you two getting closer to the van. “what” frustration clear in his tone. “why are you being such a dick? i didn’t even do shit to you!” you were over his fucking attitude.

he ignored you walking up to the van only for it to be still locked. “are you kidding me?” he mutters.

“so you just gonna keep ignoring me?” you stand in front of him now. “what do you want me to say y/n?” his tone softer this time.

“tell me why you got in a fight, would be a good start.” you crossed your arms. he rolls his eyes, “i was defending you. i saw how he grabbed you, and you didn’t hear the stuff he said after you left.”

your eyes soften, “you didn’t have to fight him for me. i appreciate it though.” he shakes his head, laughing softly.

“you still don’t see it?” now you were confused, what was he talking about?

“what don’t i see?” without hesitation his lips landed on mine. you freeze for a second before pushing him off.

“what the fuck jj? did you not hear me earlier?” you walk away from the van not even caring to get a ride home. you were so annoyed with him.

“i fucking love you. y/n y/l/n!” he yells from behind you, making you hault. you slowly turned to face him. “don’t lie to me.”

he looks at you in disbelief. “you know me like the back of my hand. why would i lie about this.” tears filled your eyes. “you love me?” you were shocked.

“yes. i am in love with you.”

you throw yourself in his arms, “oh thank god. i love you too.” you kissed him this time

#JJ Imagine #jj mayback x reader #jj maybank #jj maybank fic #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank fluff

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brandyspringsluxury · 3 years

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HEED TRIGGER WARNINGS PLEASE * MINORS DNI

Tw: really mean Man inserting things into a butt that should NEVER be inserted into a butt, contains: dub-con, object insertion, beer enema, degradation, humiliation, bullying, spanking, sadism

You twitched and squirmed, alcohol running thick through your veins and clouding your mind. Arousal coursed to heat your sex and you couldn’t stop the whimper from tumbling out of your lips. You didn’t have much to drink. Just one beer, but it was enough to loosen your inhibitions and be susceptible to the man next to you and his advances, more prone to preening in the attention than keeping your guard up despite the attention being backhanded every time. He was smirking down at you, big and bulky against your frame. He could throw you around like a ragdoll and it terrified you as much as it excited you.

“You want to fuck me, huh?” He whispers in your ear suddenly, tone condescending and clearly amused. “You’re so small, how do you think you can fit me?” Your mind is muddled from alcohol and arousal, swimming with ideas but you can’t articulate any without sounding whiny or desperate. Instead, you whine and fall into his body, Rocky was always so warm and big and it felt so nice to just press yourself against him. He chuckles, chest shaking you from the action and you flush in embarrassment at realizing your practically laying in his lap now- literally. “Mmm, I can stretch you with my fist- make sure my huge cock wont break you apart. Not if my fist doesn’t anyway.” Your heart races and the idea of this huge man taking his equally huge fist and making your ass stretch around it scares you. If that’s his idea of getting you ready you’re not so sure you want to do this anymore. You prop yourself up to pull away, shaking your head in protest.

“I-I don’t know,” you whimper, “I can’t take that! You’re way too big!” He laughs again, letting you retreat this time.

“Well, if my fist fits, then my cock sure as hell will, right?” He’s smirking, radiating sadism and you’re not sure he’ll take your comfort or pleasure into consideration whilst stretching you with his fingers and inevitably his fist. You swallow and begin to curl in on yourself- now would be the smartest time to leave. You haven’t started anything and there’s no reason he shouldn’t let you go. But leaving isn’t on your mind right now; didn’t even cross it. “Oh, okay, then why don’t you get one of your toys or something, stretch yourself on that for me, hm?” You squirm in even more embarrassment.

“B-but I don’t have any toys!” You protest, mind swimming because even if you did have toys (you do), you definitely weren’t going to show him them! Rocky’s smirk grows to a malicious and sadistic smile.

“Then, toy, you better find something quick or I’ll hold you down and stretch you on my fist anyway.” The words send shivers down your spine and you look around frantically, heart pounding and tears welling up in your eyes as you shake with adrenaline. A glass beer bottle catches your gaze. Surely he’s not huge. Even if he has to use the base of the beer bottle instead of the neck, right? Surely that will work? You don’t keep fresh produce in your house, though, so the fruit or vegetable option was out and...you were scared to look for anything further in the house to use.. Shaky hands reach over and grasp the unopened bottle and you swallow as you hand it to him nearly cautiously. He’s chuckling and grabbing it from you. Your heart drops when he twists the top off to take a sip. Is he going to fist you? Is he really going to-

“Okay, slut, take your pants off.” You stand quickly to shimmy them down, heart placated for now. “Can’t have the cap on, it’ll tear your ass apart and as much as I like to break my toys, I can’t leave permanent damage. That’s no fun.” You’re still shaky with adrenaline as you move to sit back down, to let him drink the rest of the beer before stretching you open on it. His thick hands move to stop you from sitting, instead moving to turn you around and leaning you over the coffee table in front of the couch. Your heart is racing, mind going just as fast. He spits over your crack, thumb pressing down on your hole when the spit reaches it. He circles the pad of his thumb over your anus then spits directly on it. He presses his thumb into your ass and you whine loudly, arousal taking back over. Okay, he’s just playing with your ass as he drinks it, that’s o- the cold, glass tip of the bottle presses against your hole as he removes his thumb. You can practically see the smirk on his face through his reflection on the tv despite the images moving on it. You swallow and go to move forward when his second and holds your hip in place as he thrusts the bottle into you, the neck pushing all the way in until it starts to widen into the base. Your moan catches in your throat and comes out as a squeal, the beer shaking making air build in your rectum. Your panting now, mind mush from the stress and arousal and your sex is dripping.

“Awww, did the little toy like that more than they thought,” Rocky coos condescendly, pulling apart your ass cheeks so the bottle sets more securely. He holds the bottle in one hand and begins to press your body further so you’re settling across the coffee table. At first, he begins to pump it into you, gas building before pushing your ass in the air so the beer begins to pour into your bowels. You choke on a whine and squirm as the liquid gushes into you, filling you and making your stomach groan with the pressure. But he doesn’t stop there, he begins to pump the now empty bottle into your hole, spitting on it occasionally before stopping. He chuckles as you sweat and squirm, the pressure in your stomach and ass leaving you shaking in adrenaline and arousal. He stands and before your incoherent whines turn into actual protests he shushes you.

“I’m going to get proper lube, relax and don’t let anything drip out.” He stands fully this time, placing a gentle but stinging slap against one ass cheek and your hands fly back to the bottle so it doesn’t slip out as your muscles spasm. You whine and shake as he leisurely acquires lube from his backpack by your door. When he comes back, he remains standing, smacking your ass one-two-three-four-five more times of increasing intensity before pouring lube around the bottle on your hole. Then, he begins to fuck the bottle further into you, the stretch agonizing in combination to the liquid still filling and putting pressure on your gut. Tears are falling down your cheeks now, pleasure still somehow pulsing through your being as the sensations crescendo and you cum as the thickest part of the bottle finally stretches your anus wide enough. You cum, mind unthinking, just letting your body feel. You’re sweating and cumming and crying and then Rocky yanks the bottle out and drops you to the floor. Beer and lube shoot from your ass, and you can’t stop it. Your muscles are too relaxed from your orgasm so you can just lay there and cry as both pleasure and humiliation fill you while you empty your bowels of all the beer and gas that was fucked into it. Rocky’s foot comes down to rub your sex as he watches with a look of disgust on his face. Sadistic and amused, but disgusted nonetheless. He scoffs and the smirk returns as he steps on your sex and spits down on you. “Do you really think I want to fuck you now, after that? Ha! As if, loser.” Then, he gets up and leaves. Leaves you alone in your own pained mess in your own apartment that he soiled. Leaves you crying on the floor on the brink of a second orgasm from his foot against you. Leaves you wanting more despite being so totally and utterly ruined.

#oc: rocky cepeda #oc rocky #yandere oc #yandere oc smut #yandere smut #yandere nsft #yandere oc nsft #oc smut #oc nsft #tw object insert #tw butt stuff #tw dub con #tw alcohol mention #tw sadism

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obsessive-ego · 3 years

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Late night chats

Musical beetlejuice x reader

Beej chats with you when he knows you're not listening

Fluff, pining

It was a long rough week, you were absolutely exhausted, you could barely stand, your knees wobbled as you finally arrived home, everyday this week has been hell between work using you to cover everyone and do everything, and personal family drama you had to attend too, you were glad to finally be home, safe, quiet, where nothing was expected of you, you could finally recharge.

Kicking your shoes off and tossing your bag and jacket aside to deal with later.

As you shamble to your bedroom, eager to swap your work clothes to something less constricting, you tap away on your phone, ordering dinner, you were too tired to cook anyway.

In your bedroom, you were quick to ditch your uniform in replacement for an over sized shirt and a pair of pajama pants.

Removing your bra felt like a weight has been lifted, as you slip on your pajamas you felt 100 pounds lighter, you flop down on your bed, barely clinging to being awake, as you were about to doze off, your phone blares to life with its loud ringtone, you groan in frustration, you force your body to get up and dig for your phone in your pants pocket, you miss the call by a second, before you could check who it was it buzzes again, you nearly drop the phone, startled, you fumble with the gadget, quickly answering the call, assuming it was your incompetent coworkers needing a question asked.

"What are you wearing?~"

You frown, knowing that voice anywhere

"Beetlejuice-"

"Oh baby, you will be wearing me by the time I'm done with you~" he moans

You scowl at this joke, too tired to really deal with his sense of humor, yes the ghoul could easily make you laugh with their lewd jokes, but honestly you were so tired nothing else really mattered.

"What-"

"So we gonna hook up? Or are you standing me up?"

"What?"

"Y/n what day is it?"

You're silent for longer then youd like to admit, beetlejuice starts before you could respond

"Friday, movie night, so, let's hear that magic b word sweetheart~" he chimes in a sing song tone.

As tired as you were, I guess a chill movie night would be fine, if you doze off during you could survive the teasing, wouldnt be the first time.

"Hello? Sugar? I'm not hearing my name come from that pretty little mouth of yours~"

You snap back, guess you zoned out longer then you thought, you utter a quick sorry, and shuffle to the living room.

"Beetlejuice, beetlejuice, beetlejuice"

Your apartment goes dark, you sigh, the ghoul had a thing for making an entrance

"HONEY IM HOME" the ghoul shouts, within seconds you are hoisted up from behind in a tight bear hug, Beetlejuice's head resting on you shoulder "babes I missed ya, you're such a mean little thing forgetting about our movie night, or were you just playing hard to get~" he purrs that last part.

Clearly embarrassed you try your best to squirm out of your predicament, the demon only cackles at your actions

"Keep wiggling like that sugar and your gonna give me a-"

The ghoul was interrupted by a knocking at your door, his eyes light up, before you could get a word in, you are dragged along to the front door

"Its showtime"

...

It was amazing how you were still able to order take out with all the nonsense beetlejuice did to the delivery guys, but it just goes to show that it's all about money, and let's be honest, nobody is gonna believe them, yeah sure, a zombie looking guy took the pizza and then turned into a pile of snakes.

...

Movie night was the same as always, Beej successfully snuggling up close with an arm around your shoulder, ever since the change of seasons he found you no longer took the lead on getting up close and personal, meaning he had to take initiative, not that he minded, since regardless of the temperature, you didnt mind him cuddling up, which was nice, you were so warm to the touch, he adored it.

Movie night was always a blast with the demon, yes you've seen this horror films 100 times, but watching them with Beej always made them more lively, his enthusiasm was so contagious. But as much fun as the evening together was you were officially out of energy, you tired in vain to keep awake, last movie night you dozed off midway through you delt with merciless teasing for a week, but all your effort was for not as you felt yourself slip into dreamland.

"Alright Doll what's up next in our-" the demon finally noticed you were out, he frowns, yeah it was cute, and sexy when you fell asleep on him, but it was really becoming kind of a pain on how hard you worked and how much it drained you, breathers are delicate, and besides he wanted to spend some real legit alone time with you.

The demon snaps his fingers and the two of you reappear in your bedroom, you being tucked into your bed, beej floats up beside you in a lounging position.

The ghoul stares at you, watching you naturally settle into a deep sleep, once a few moments have past and beetlejuice was sure you were out cold, he leans back placing his hands behind his head and let's out a deep sigh.

"Ya know doll, the other week I was in the netherworld for business, bumped into an old pal, buddy was going on and on about this demon he was banging, and boy, the look on his face when I told him I was banging a hot little breather, man, fucker was jealous, I mean we arent technically banging, yet." He whispered

This was a habit of Bj's chatting to you when you were asleep, he didnt need to sleep, so this was a nice way to pass the time.

"I showed him that photo of us lyds took, ya know the one, you were sitting on the couch playing with you phone and I had my head on your lap? Yeah, I keep it in my wallet, hell, it's the only thing in there" he snickers

You mumble something unintelligible, Beej hums in response

"Of course not sugar, I dont keep condoms in there, i prefer to go raw, demons cant get breathers pregnant anyways, wink wink"

The ghoul sighs reclining back and putting his hands behind his head

"Ya know, while I was down there, I had to file some paperwork with my Mom, the bitch she is, was going on and on about how I need to stop screwing around with breathers, she just doesnt get me, you know how it is"

You grumble in response

"Oh, yeah I know I told ya a sandworm ate her, shes back, it's a long story" he huffs with a scowl.

"Yeah she was saying how theres no point of me tricking another breather for a green card to live again, and I should leave you alone, fuck her, ya know, I dont need to trick ya for a green card, i know you're head over heels for me babes, and once you finally admit you love me and we fuck around for a bit, then I'll pop the question." He trails off looking in your direction, your were laying on your side facing the demon, as if you were awake listening to his every word, the demon sighs, staring at you sleeping form, god slash satan he had no idea what he did to deserve you, his sweet caring breather. He could always come back to you, you were all his, you just didnt know it yet, and that was fine, for now, soon he'll get you to confess your undying love.

"What would I do without our little chats" he sighs, his eyes fixated on you, a purple hue begins to creep into his hair, he sighs again

"The only time I can be honest with ya huh babes?"

You mumble in response

"Its not like I dont WANT to be honest with ya, its just, come on, you gonna believe me? A demon from hell falling head over heels for a sweet little breather? I can barely believe it" he stares at you, his hair now completely purple.

"You know I love ya right?" The confidence in his voice fading, the question sounding more desperate then anything, as if the ghoul needed you to know or hed die again.

"...beee" you sigh

Beetlejuice perks up at the sound of your voice "bee?" Were you dreaming of him? The ghoul could just melt at the thought

"...beetlejuice"

You were

The purple in the demon's hair began to mix with hints of pink, his little breather was dreaming of him, the ghoul leans into you, his face inches from yours, studying your face in hopes to crack the mystery of what kind of dream you were having

"...beetlejuice" Again you mumble his name in your sleep

"Do you dream about me often babes? Ya know I dream of you~" he chuckles

"Beetle-"

Before you could finish the b word the demon shakes you awake

"Fuck" you say with a start "beetlejuice what are you doing" you grumble less then thrilled to be woken like this

"You were about to say the b word 3 times babes, had to put a stop to it" he chuckles sheepishly "you were babbling my name away in your sleep, guess you missed me huh?" His nervousness turned into a more confident jab

"I was? I-" you babble

"If you REALLY miss me baby cakes I could slip into bed with ya? Keep ya company" he leans in inches from your face, a moment passes and beetlejuice can see the hesitation in your face, yes he's snuck into bed with you multiple times, but he always left before you noticed.

"I wont do anything creepy" he begs grasping your hand as if to reassure you

"....okay" you whisper

The ghoul's eyes light up at your response in a flash he sheds his suit, leaving only a pair of boxers and slides under the covers next to you, the ghoul is over come by the warmth beneath the covers, and quickly latches on to your even warmer body.

"Good night Bee" you sigh "I'll try not to say your name 3 times"

"Night sugar♡" he cuddles into your chest making you the bigger spoon, though you were the smaller out of the two of you.

As you drift back into a deep sleep beetlejuice begins talking to you again

"You really know how to spoil a guy huh sugar, I guess I can wait a little longer till you say the 3 little words, as long as ya keep treating me like this♡ good night y/n, I love you"

#musical beetlejuice x reader #beetlejuice x reader #muscial beetlejuice x reader #rambling

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valwentinefics · 3 years

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Ahhhh I love your fics and your NSFW Zemo headcanons. Would you consider doing a full NSFW Alphabet for him?

Helmut Zemo NSFW Alphabet (18+)

A/N: My tumblr was so laggy writing this I wanted to scream so sorry for any errors I wasn’t really able to fix them. Thank you so much for enjoying my stuff I hope you like this!

Warnings: mostly dom Zemo with a little bit of sub (I’m horrible at writing subs ok sorry), sexual choking, breeding kink, some bdsm dynamics, pegging if you’re afab in one part, innocence kink, very very brief pee mention in the no section,

Letters C and T were written with an afab reader in mind.

After sex Zemo would dote on you, holding you close into his warm chest as he praises you for how well you took him and calling you sweet Sokovian pet names.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On you Zemo is a big fan of your thighs. No matter what they look like, big or small, stretch marks or no stretch marks, he loves them. He enjoys the way he can trail his hands up them, loving your pretty little whimpers as he gets close to touching the spot you want him to touch the most

On himself Zemo loves his hands. They’re soft and well taken care of and make the prettiest necklace when wrapped around your throat.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

This man has a breeding kink, if you don’t want to have a child or unable to have one that’s fine with him he at least likes the fantasy of it. He cums a lot and will ensure you don’t waste a drop, keeping himself in you to make sure nothing spills out until he goes soft. If you’re bad he’ll make you cockwarm him with his cum in you until he gets hard again, then fucking it further into you.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Zemo wants to get fucked in the ass. He’s usually a dom because he enjoys having control as well as making you feel good, but sometimes he wants to be put in his place and what better way to do that than to make him get on his hands and knees and pound into him?

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

I can’t see Zemo having had many partners, but he definitely knows what he’s doing. He encourages you to be vocal about what you like and don’t like so that he can hopefully be the best you’ll ever have.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Because of his breeding kink I see him loving the mating press position the most, especially since it lets him get super deep inside you and allows him to see your face while he plows you which he absolutely loves as well as it gives him control over you.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Zemo seems like he’d be more on the serious side during sex, but if you feel more comfortable cracking a few jokes then he wont mind. All that matters to him is that you’re both having a good time.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Zemo doesn’t seem like the type to shave fully, instead he’ll keep it trimmed short.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

This man is romantic. Sometimes you’ll come home to rose petals leading to a candlelit bedroom. He’s real cheesy and dramatic like that most of the time before sex, although he won’t be all too opposed to doing it anywhere regardless of if its fancy and nice or not.

He can be degrading or sweet during sex, it depends on what you want, Zemo is a very generous lover and is down for nearly anything. He mostly enjoys being strict with you though if you let him. He is usually a dom and a good one at that.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Zemo doesn’t masturbate that much, why do it when he can just fuck you? However if he’s gone for long periods of time and can’t stop thinking of you he’ll have some lingerie sent to wherever you are and ask you to send pictures wearing it for him.

Other than his breeding kink I see Zemo having a thing for innocence. Zemo loves to be the only one to touch you and make you feel good, to have you trust and depend on him completely for your pleasure. He’s a good teacher too if you’re a virgin. (will be elaborated on in a future fic)

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Zemo is a traditional man, he loves to fuck you in the bed. Although he also loves quickies in whatever closet he can find, he worries about hurting your back when he’s pounding into you somewhere that isn't soft.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Zemo loves it when you listen to him, even if he’s just asking you to do something like the dishes. He also loves when you wear things he gives you and are impressed with him.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I’m sorry but I’ve got to say it, Zemo’s not gonna piss on you. He’d like to keep it clean of things your bodies produce unless it's like spit or cum.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Zemo is great at giving and will if you ask him, but he doesn’t really like oral that much.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Zemo changes depending on the mood, but he loves to fuck you slow but hard, usually ending up fast and rough when he’s about to cum.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Zemo likes to be romantic, but sometimes he can’t help pulling you into a closet and fucking you roughly as a punishment if you tease him in public.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Zemo is 100% down with experimenting. He loves to try new things to find out what works and doesn’t work for the two of you.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Zemo can go for an average amount of time but he makes sure to give you multiple orgasms during it.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Two words. Vibrating panties. Good luck if you accompany him while he does business, you better be good and silent for him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Unless you misbehaved Zemo wouldn’t tease you… too much. But when you warrant it he loves to push you until you’re begging him to fuck you, and when you’re on your knees before him with such teary and needy eyes, he can’t say no.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Zemo is pretty quiet despite moaning a lot. It makes it really easy for quickies in public as long as you’re able to be quiet too.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

He loves to be called Baron, he loves how powerful he feels when you call him that, especially if you call him your baron.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Pretty average, I think he’d be circumcised.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Zemo fucks. A lot. The man will have you bent over whenever humanly possible.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’s super tired afterwards, but always makes sure to be awake long enough to make sure you’re doing okay and have everything you could possibly need before falling asleep.

#baron zemo #helmut zemo #baron zemo x reader #helmut zemo x reader #zemo x reader #zemo #zemo smut

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nsfsprince · 3 years

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An a/b/o idea thats taken over the brain that I wish to write:

Intruxietlogical A/B/O au that's set in a manor or smth?

Theres Alpha!Logan(cismale), head of the manor and a very rich yet young and respectable individual of the city. Hes like 6'4 and handsome as hell, and secretly knows it(due to Remus's persistent courting) but sees no point in personally flaunting it, letting Remus take the lead in that.

Then theres his eccentric Omega spouse, Remus(nonbinary leaning with he/him pronouns), the (in)famous artist of the city. Hes unusually tall for an Omega at 5'10, crude and unworried about fitting the 'normal' societal omega expectation despite also being born to a rich family. He courted Logan, persistantly, as he loved the fact that Logan treated him with the same respect as he would anyone else and never judged Remus for who he was, and the more Logan accepted the courting the more they fell in love before marrying and bonding at like. 23-25?

Well, Virgil is a 5'1 omega(transman with he/him pronouns), age 24. Hes a feisty little thing thats been surviving the streets for too long, he's parentless and, his high anxiety keeps him safer than most omegas on their own but no ones perfect- he ends up almost getting abducted by a sketchy Alpha when a Beta named Patton storms in and saves him.

That's how Patton, Logan's brother, takes him in to treat the sprained wrist he got from the encounter, and for Remus to set eyes on Virgil and immediately decide he wants to keep and court him, too.

I could ramble alot about the months it takes for remus to flirt and fluster and break Virgil out of his shy terrified shell(because hes gone from interacting with fellow street raccoons to very weathy and very Pretty nobility and its. A Lot.

I could ramble about the way both Remus and Logan coax Virgil into staying in their home for more and more ludicrously simple reasons, just to keep courting him, and how Virgil catches on, and flusteredly does nothing to stop it bc he's slowly falling in love too

But what I Really wanna ramble about, is their bedroom dynamics.

Content warning for under the cut: a/b/o dynamics, talk/descriptions of knotting, polyamourus relationships, kinks. Lots of kinks: oralfixation, dom/sub/switch dynamics, praise kink, overstim(lots of overstim), talk of double penatration, p in v sex, ect. Let me know if i missed anything!

MINORS DNI or you will be fully blocked from this blog and my main one.

Logan is a soft but firm dom, always in control and ready to take control. He has a bit of an oral fixation and loves sucking off his loves as often as he can, happy to sate his loves while getting them to soak themselves in fresh slick. He's easily comanding when needed but also enjoys that Remus is more than willing to take control on occasion(see: regularly). He just really really likes taking care of his loves however he can, and aftercare is super important especially after some of their more intense scenes

Remus is a bossy switch, who Loves riding Logan's cock till hes stuck on his knot, or getting fucked up against a wall till his mind turns to jelly. Really likes a bit of primal play, loves riling Logan up with praising how good Logan could breed him(even tho theyre all on birth control so it really is just for the scenes) if he just pins him down and takes. On the flip side, Re also loves pinning Virgil down and driving him crazy, too.

Virgil is a near complete submissive, he's eagar to give and take as ordered and melts at any praise given. Starting out he'd been touch straved beyond belief(which has since been remedied thoroughly) and thus ended up developing a habit of dropping into subspace the moment Logan and/or Remus cradle his neck with both hands. Hes a very affectionate sub who puts so much of his trust and control into Logan and Remus's hands, and both cherish it as Virgil literally never lets his guard down around anyone else.

So, my favorite thing about their dynamic is that Remus still has a decent sized cock despite being an omega, like is actually rather big for Virgil to take, the draw back is just that Remus cant, at least naturally, Knot Virgil like Logan can. (However, its like one of Remus's biggest fantasies to Knot Virgil, and Virgil is totally in the same boat and would be Very on board with it)

This lack of natural knot doesnt stop Remus of course, infact its encouraging because he has a nearly non-existant refractory period so, literally imagine:

Virgil on his back, Virgil's head and shoulders are cradled lovingly in Logan's lap as the alpha occassionally trades kisses with both of his gorgeous omegas. Virgil's legs spread and cunt gently held nice and open by Logan's gentle but firm hands as Remus repeatedly sinks his cock nice and deep into Virgil. Slick soaks Virge and Remus's thighs, his cunt, and Remus's cock.

Every thrust has Virgil whimpering and his legs twitching with the relentless feeling of the head of Remus's cock just barley rutting against his cervix on every other pass. Just the hot way Remus has Virgil pinned into a mating press and obviously working hard to make that position live up to its name, babbling at how good Virgil feels taking his cock like a good little omega, at how easy it is to breed Virgil over and over and over again.

Then Logan enacts this little idea hes been holding onto the moment Remus starts to get close(hes trained Remus well, having helped him train to stall his orgasms for longer and longer because Remus LOVES overstimmulation). He has Remus slow down for just a moment, causing both omegas to whine, before coating two fingers in plenty of slick and slowly pressing them in alongside Remus's cock.

Virgil is slowly losing his mind(as they find out in later sessions that he absolutely has a size kink, and would happily take both their cocks at once any time hes given the chance) at the width, his eyes rolling. Then Remus is told to start thrusting again until he comes, and to ignore Logan's two fingers outside of being careful.

Virgil and Remus are so keyed up that it only takes another minute or so for Remus to start cumming, following Logan's order of pressing all the way inside as deep as he can get, at which point is Logan's cue to start curling his fingers firmly deep inside of Virgils walls.

Immediately, Virgil starts whimpering loudly as he cums, his body reacting the way it would if he were being knotted by an alpha, cunt clenching tight and sucking Remus's cock deeper as his eyes squeeze closed and his jaw fall lax, overwhelmed as his body draws out his orgasm for as long as hes knotted.

Remus is put in a mind-melting world of pleasurable overstimmulation as hes just climaxed and Virgils cunt is milking it for all hes got and he cant even move or pull out now because hes 'locked' inside. His hips and legs are trembling and he's moaning loudly because it's so hot that hes basically getting to Knot Virgil and it feels so good.

Virgil's cunt won't let him go and wont stop pulsing around the head his oversensitive cock and he really cant be faulted for the way he loses control and just keeps orgasming, his lack of refractory period as a keyed up omega just letting him squirt more and more cum and slick deep into the omega under him.

Logan's gentle and soothing, cooing reassurances to his two loves as he helps them lose their minds & fulfil their fantasies. He even uses his free hand to stroke Virgils little cock slowly, drawing out shaking whines from both of them as it makes Virgil clench harder in intervals. Remus ends up hunched over Virgil, his face tucked into his fellow omega's neck to muffle his overstimulated whimpers.

Logan draws it out for a minute or two, just until pleasured and overwhelmed tears picks at their eyes and their soft begging whimpers and mewls fill the room before slowly releasing the hold, letting the string of tension snap and watching them unravel and relax, finishing their peaks.

Remus cant help the way he struggles to pull out, so oversensitive that his hips keep hitching back in place with the way Virgils body tries to keep him there, needing Logan to pull their hips apart to fully end the scene.

Logan strokes and comforts both exhausted omegas, now fully in his element, cooing soft reassurances to both, getting up to start a bath and carefully guiding them both in and cleaning them up. The sheets are changed and both are put in soft clothing and given juice and cuddles.

Remus would probably make a comment on asking drowsily just how Logan deals with being knotted to him for in upwards of 30 minutes if it feels like /That/ the whole time. Logan would probably just smile sweetly and press a sweet kiss to his lips and say "with experience of course, perhaps we can work on that too, if the both of you would be so inclined?"

Virgil shutters and whines, too tired to get worked up again, Remus in a similar boat but nodding drowsily anyway. Remus probably wakes up sore and gets worked up all over again at the memory of why his cock of all things is sore and sensetive.

Perhaps they do work on it, perhaps Remus is trained to a take it little longer each time, no where near half an hour for the longest time, but he gets pretty close and much better at holding from losing his mind.

Maybe then they explore what it feels like for Remus to be stuck on Logan's knot, while Virgil is stuck on Remus's 'knot' with the help of a toy. Maybe then they also explore working Virgil up to take both of their cocks, and see what happens what Logan's fingers curl just right to trigger that knotted feeling to have Virgil lose his goddamn mind impaled on both their cocks as they slowly thrust in and out despite his body thinking he's already been knotted and reacting as such.

Maybe they even explore working Virgil's other hole open, just enough to take Logan's knot, and give Remus free reign to fuck Virgil's soaking trembling cunt until they can coax Virgil's cunt into taking Remus's 'knot' as well

Idk man. Just. This whole dynamic has so many hot possibilities. 💕💕💕

#not safe for sanders #nsfs virgil #nsfs logan #nsfs remus #nsfs analomus #lodukexiety #whats their ship name??#prince writes #abo au #ask to tag #edit to add the content warning bc i hadnt had time earlier to remember it let alone put it in

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in lieu of doing more strenuous hand-based activities heres the Dogboy Gordon In Heat Megamix ive been talking about. i wrote this over the course of a couple months in an effort to feel okay about writing horny shit again and i only just realized there are nearly 6 thousand words here. and they only really fuck for like 10% of that

ta-dah

ive thought a lot about gordon being stuck back at gordonhouse after getting kicked out of barneyhouse. i think its ripe for a lot of pining. (and yes, he is pining over the guy hes actively banging. hes being a big mopey idiot over the fact that he doesnt get to have his fuckbuddy around 24/7.) absence makes the heart grow fonder or whatever and gordons already at a baseline of "wheres benrey. wheres benrey"......and now i am about to turn it up to 11

so lets say......gordons starting to feel weirdly under the weather. sweaty and irritable and tired. hes holing himself up in his room a lot, wrapping himself up in blankets to fight off a chill and a sniffliness that wont go away. and hes gettin awfully moody, too. real fuckin testy. starting shit with freemind for no reason and snapping at og gordon like hes a teenager. and......hes nesting, almost, or at least, gathering up a whole bunch of blankets and pillows and anything that smells vaguely like benrey. (hes not really aware hes doing this last thing.)

basically, long story short, feetman is fucked up. hes pathetic. hes being a huge bitch. at least og gordon feels vaguely sorry for him, and expresses this by way of observing him and trying to treat it. for science. its better than freemind, who just loudly complains about him being a huge bitch and reeking up the place. theres something weird coming from vr gordons corner of the house.....a musky, heady, hormonal kind of thing that makes freemind act simultaneously territorial and irritable and more lascivious than normal. and that also piques og gordons attention, because having both of them be wound up little freaks at the same time is enough to make even the most resilient person pull their hair out

now gordon primes got his suspicions as to whats going on, but hes not gonna tell vr gordon that he suspects hes going into heat. that would compromise the experiment, and all that. so poor gordons just going thru all this shit not knowing what in the fuck is wrong with him and getting more worked up and irritable about it by the day. hes convinced that hes just got the flu, or something......except, uh, haha, jesus christ he is horny all the FUCKING TIME

he doesnt get it! he feels like shit all the time, so why is he constantly fighting off boners and having weird wet dreams and thinking about-- well. his fucking boyfriend, he guesses. (are they boyfriends?? he doesnt know. he gets a weird, sharp pang when he thinks about them not being boyfriends, at this point, but its not like theyve ever talked about it!) gordons half-convinced that hes just losing his mind from being stuck inside all the time and he really just wants to see benrey again. its, like, all he thinks about. (see? hes losing it. theres the proof.)

the sucks thing for everybody else is that gordon is also Extremely Vocal about how shitty he feels and how much he wishes he didnt feel shitty so he could go see benrey and how much he cant stand benrey for not being able to read his mind and come over when he feels bad. eventually freemind gets so sick of his shit that he decides to cut out the middleman and get benrey involved directly. "come take care of your fucking dog before i call the aspca! animal neglect is a crime, asshole!"

(if pressed, freemind would adamantly reject the idea that hes being nice to gordon. but on some level, hes kinda sympathetic. the guys clearly miserable, and he just keeps asking for the same fucking thing. might as well humor him to shut him up.)

vr gordon is completely unaware of these machinations, however. hes just holed up in his room trying to work out what makes him feel better because, uhh, powerade isnt helping

jacking off doesnt do a whole lot for him anymore. like, it feels good, but its not very satisfying. gordon just ends up feeling more restless than anything afterward. and hes always stupid horny. more blankets. a box fan. less blankets. sleeping with one of benreys shirts pressed up to his face. grinding into his pillow when he wakes up hard from yet another weird dream. theyre all a little helpful, and he feels like hes working towards the right thing, somehow, but its never really enough to take the edge off

and then.....he tries......jerking off more. especially when he realizes that its bizarrely soothing to do so while he can smell benrey up close and personal on that stupid shirt of his. better still when he rolls onto his side.....and then his stomach.......rocking his hips into the mattress until he gets the idea to lift his hips a little. and......oh. cool. something kind of......clicks. in his head. as he raises his hips higher while he keeps his arms wrapped around a pillow and benreys shirt jammed against his nose. hes got that lil moment of realization that this is good, actually. this feels like a good move. and its making some of that discomfort melt away

and gordon thinks about.....how it felt. earlier. when they were with barmey. and benrey had him just like this, ass up, face down, and was spreading him apart and licking him open and making him submit and he groans so fucking hard that embarassment just rips through him like lightning. but his tail starting to wag a little faster.....electricity shooting through his belly......and he cant help but wonder. what if benrey had kept going? pulled back and-- maybe, replaced his tongue with his fingers, one at a time, curling them inside him and telling him how well hes behaving and-- and his dick throbs, hard, and gordon realizes he wants fingers inside of himself right fucking now, thank you, hes not fully certain how to accomplish it be he is going to fucking try

(sigh) so my guy figures out about the old fingers in the ass trick. and i need you to understand that i am fully convinced that this is one of those guys who has an uproarious reaction to getting fingers in his ass. mr repressed and uptight over here doesnt really get what the big deal is until he gets braver and pushes a little deeper and hes rock hard in an instant, goodbye, just like everybodys favorite creative writing exercise

and this is what he decides to do for a solid day or two without leaving his room, because, honestly, this is awesome. and the longer he spends jerking off the less time he spends stressing about the fact that his imaginations getting really vivid, here. sure, like, hes no stranger to weird dreams even before this, but this is the first time hes really letting his mind run wild and this dude is nonstop thinking about being bred and gordon still has no fucking idea that hes in heat. doesnt even occur to him

unfortunately this also does not solve his problems but at least it feels baller and it keeps him occupied. also, unfortunately, the increased rate of jerking off is causing a serious uptick in Dog Smells, the effect of which is turning freemind into a nightmare. its just not good vibes in this house. enter: benrey

now i need you to understand that when these two meet up again i want gordon to get Emotional. think about how genuinely excited he gets to see some of his pals in canon. the like......excitement and disbelief when benrey shows up outside his window throwing rocks at it before noclipping in. he forgets to even act pissed off at first. i think it would be super fucking cute for him to drop the game for a moment just out of shock, basically. his tails waggin, his ears are perked up, and hed probably tackle benrey to the ground if he wasnt also a sweaty, trembling mess whos been holed up in his room for days.

and benrey has No Fucking Idea what he has walked in on here. as far as benrey knows, freemind just demanded he get over there and take care of his dog.

(INTERLUDE: here is the part where i gin up a freemind POV of this exact scene. b/c i am out of my fucking mind

so. i had the thought of a freemind POV chapter where hes spying on gordon and benrey.....because. gordons in heat. ive talked about that scenario before too (literally so many FUCKING times okay i just need this dude to have the uncontrollable urge to be bred like a little bitch! and for benrey to take pity on him and make him feel better by nutting in him literally as many times as is physically possible!!!)

but i wanna manifest it in this specific way: from an outside perspective. voyeurism is great and also i have a one track mind and basically the only time i traffic in Other Guys in this fandom anymore is as a participant in gordon and benreys horse shit. Im not apologizing for this

lets say.....vr gordons behavior has been getting worse and worse for "unknown reasons" and freeman prime just sees it as a key observational opportunity for his research. while freeminds getting really irritated at how much its cutting into his normal way of life. for one thing, vr gordons room reeks, and he cant even escape it in his own room! and its turning him into a feisty, aggressive, and loud son of a bitch. but he cant even resolve it in his usual fashion at this point (baiting vr gordon into another competition/fuckfest) b/c gordons being a little sadsack holed up in his room and doesnt wanna play

but also.....he kinda just feels bad for the guy at a certain point. hes clearly really miserable and looks downright ill and all hes asking for is to see his boytoy again. (gordons convinced that hes dying, and feels the need to dramatically speak to benrey one last time before he croaks.) so freemind decides, in all his benevolence, to go over gordon primes head and drag the guy over there anyway. (with machinations, not his literal bare hands. what is he, a caveman?) he reasons that itll be a good opportunity to twist gordons arm into groveling at his feet later

and he spies on the two of them in gordons room.....why? idk. possibly something to do with investigating this relationship between a gordon and a barney that he had yet to fully analyze. tl;dr he gets trapped in their closet for a remix of that one barmey voyeurism chapter b/c why the fuck not

i just.....i dont know.....i think theres something really charming about a 3rd party not being able to fully make out what theyre saying or doing but piecing things together anyway.....like benreys weirdly soft tone of voice when hes talking to a super agitated gordon. as far as any of them know, hes not really like that. he either sounds bored or smug, but either way, its usually straight-up antagonistic

it would make freemind bristle to hear it b/c its almost a mocking tone, but.....it makes gordons shoulders drop and gets him to let go of some of that tension and thats probably fascinating to watch. literally soothing him like a stressed out dog, huh. smoothing back his hair and murmuring things in a low, even tone that freeminds enhanced hearing still isnt good enough to make out. (the guy mumbles, okay? he needs a fucking toastmasters meetup.)

it would equal parts horrify and fascinate freemind, in my onion. watching a version of himself fall that hard into the loyal pet role.....its pathetic! for all that gordon goes on about not being a slave to his instinct or whatever, he sure is doing a bad job of acting like it! its like watching himself, but worse.

and benreys having to soothe him like a startled animal b/c he doesnt even know whats wrong with himself, but theres something thick enough on the air that even benrey can smell it, and hes taking some stabs at the dark. especially with how charged some of the shit gordons saying is......"i cant fucking take it anymore", "you smell so good", "i dont know whats wrong with me, man, my dick hasnt gone down for days and im pretty sure i need a doctor-- no, a real one, not the other gor-- NOT a vet, JESUS"

and the whole time.....freeminds peeking from behind a closet door. watching them devolve from outright hostility into "gordon climbing into benreys lap and shoving one of benreys hands up his shirt and demanding that he fucking touch him already"

normally i dont think freemind would be averse to a little bit of voyeurism, here. if it was anybody else, hed probably at least engage in a little heavy petting. but this is getting weird, man. he cant shake the uncanny feeling that this is something too intimate for him to be watching. for one thing, gordons whimpering like a goddamn dog just from a little necking, and for two, hes never really been the kind of guy to watch people make out for 15 minutes before they get to the good stuff

its just kind of unsettling how much these two clearly really, really like each other at this point. its not like watching gordon prime give vr gordon a handjob as part of a "test". freemind expected more of a hatefuck kind of deal out of these two, what with how often gordons normally going on about how much he hates the guy, what a pain in the ass benrey is, how he just wishes benrey would stop jerking him around.....etc. freemind could shit himself right now. that lying bitch!

i imagine its also kind of painful, on a personal level, for him to watch this borderline-sappy shit. he cant even fathom being on the receiving end of that behavior, let alone from......well. theyve all got their barneys, right? and gordon primes basically doomed himself to incel status b/c he wont nut up and do anything about it. freemind just assumed they were all in the same boat: cursed to casual sex with their roommates/clones, forever, and unable to achieve any kind of intimacy b/c all 3 gordons are fucked up in the exact same way. since theyre all just diff flavors of the same fucking guy, right?

well, theres the evidence that hes wrong. and that vr gordons better than him, somehow. thats gotta suck, bro

anyway then he watches vr gordon get railed in the ass a bunch and jerks off anyway b/c its still hot. see ya)

“take care of your dog”. huh. hes got no clue what that means but, yknow, he does kinda miss his dog. hasnt seen gordon in awhile. and he immediately comments "wow. you look fucked up" in as blunt and unsympathetic a way as possible. but gordons so far gone that he cant even work up a good anger about it. he is pretty fucked up, man. and benrey sits on the bed and slaps his forehead with a palm to take his temperature (and that gets gordon to bitch at him, finally, that thats not how you do it, asshole) and judges that, uh, he is hot. in his expert opinion

and thats when gordon kinda grabs his sleeve and tugs it and starts tryin to say something. hes really bad at it, because he is having to perform the mortifying task of Owning Up To It, but eventually he manages to grind out that he needs benrey to touch him, please. just pet him. something. he feels really bad and he just needs benrey to scratch his fucking ears. this is the most gordon can cop to in one go, and it is such a sad struggle to watch, but benreys caught off guard by it and he feels weirdly bad for gordon upon hearing it so hes just like "whoa, okay" when gordon tugs his hand to his head

gordon groans the moment his fingernails start scratching behind the ears and digging into his scalp. even just that much feels really fucking good. its comforting, for one thing, and its benrey, for another, and the physical touch feels so fucking good right now that goosebumps are crawling down his neck. gordon cant help but lean against benrey and bury his head in the crook of his shoulder. he wants to hide his face from scrutiny and he wants to get closer but he doesnt know how to say what his fucking problem is

and benreys weirdly quiet. just kinda mumbling and shushing him intermittently, awkward and not sure what to do b/c this is a level of intimacy he was not expecting but gordons sure is responding nicely to a second hand in his hair

so having both of benreys hands scratching at his scalp is really getting to gordon. hes scritchin behind the ears and gordons tails wagging at a mile a minute. the feelings making goosebumps race down his neck and arms. he starts kind of mumbling something into benreys shoulder, how hes been feeling so fucked up lately, and he squirms a little closer. hes not really aiming for anywhere in particular but every neuron thats firing in him right now is telling him to get closer. make contact. he missed the fucking guy, what can he say.

and one of benreys hands......slips down to gordons face. his jaw. a thumb pushing into that soft little divot between his jaw and neck, like hes trying to push up into gordons fucking teeth. its weird and bizarrely intrusive, but benreys hand is broad and warm and gordon leans into it anyway, groaning with relief. its not like its not doing anything for him. kind of the opposite, actually. then he palms at gordons neck, and gordon starts breathing harder. he can feel his heartbeat rabbit-fast, pushing against benreys skin (and theres no way benrey isnt feeling that, too).

benrey eyes are lidded and his breaths starting to get heavier, too. naturally, yknow, since gordons practically draped over him right now, melting all the more the longer benrey keeps petting him. oxytocin is crazy, man, especially when a guys in the full throes of some kind of chemical meltdown of the glands. gordons eyes are screwed shut, tail thumping furiously against the bed, and hes panting at benreys neck like hes a fucking dog. he just doesnt know how to articulate what the fuck his problem is

benrey smells insanely good to him right now, and gordon just blurts that out. benrey gives him some shit for it, but when gordon only makes a weird noise in response and fists his hands in benreys hoodie, it makes him shut up real quick. hes squeezing out words about feeling like he needs something, but its clearly a fucking effort. its almost pitiful

so. gordons crawled right into benreys lap, too impatient after days and days of feeling like this (you know, being in heat, in so many words). hes been pounding off like crazy, that brand new collar of his strapped to his neck nearly every time b/c hes that desperate to feel… well. *benrey*. he cant fucking jerk off to thoughts of anything else - porn doesnt do it for him, and his fantasies slip right back to the same thing every single time. its frustrating! hes bisexual, for gods sake! its not like hes normally immune to the wiles of the Phat Ass White Girl, but lately he just keeps ending up on his hands and knees and whining benreys name into his pillow and he couldnt focus on a girls rack if he tried

point being. hes being awfully fucking demanding. (and also, hes wearing the collar *right fucking now)*. he shoves benreys hand up his shirt and shivers the moment he makes contact with gordons burning-hot flesh. and hes demanding that benrey touch him already, jesus, hes losing his mind! and benreys just crooning at him, “bossy, huh,” but hes scritching gordons ears and palming at his side and nosing at gordons neck and gordon starts to feel like hes melting into it. his protests at being talked down to are perfunctory at best

benrey licks a stripe up gordons neck and starts muttering his stupid horseshit right in gordons ear and it makes gordon clutch his shoulders so tight, claws digging into the meat of him. benreys kind of into it, though, and it just makes him laugh, low and harsh and right in gordons ear. that just makes gordons problem worse. he lets out quiet, nasal whines on every exhale, like a literal fucking dog.

he starts teasing, like, “haha, you’re *gagging* for it, bro,” but gordon doesnt respond with the defensiveness he expects. instead, its like opening a floodgate - he is, hes fucking *desperate*, okay, his dick hasnt gone down in days and he wants benrey so bad he cant see straight and he cant stop thinking about him and all of this comes tumbling out of him at once. gordons trying to press himself as close to benrey as he can physically get, legs straddling benreys lap and arms clutched tight around his back. and when benrey prods a little more, tells gordon to say what hes been thinkin about, gordon starts to pant, squeezing his eyes shut. but he cant bring himself to do anything more than choke and stutter on the words

hes half-hard in his underwear already (and, lets be be clear, he was only in boxer briefs and a tank top to begin with. hes sweating buckets and its the least amount of clothing he could get away with wearing around the house) and his tails thumping a mile a minute and hes so far gone, just from benrey talking down to him and kissing his neck and scratching his ears. but hes not budging yet, so benrey slides that hand on his ears over to his ponytail and *yanks*. tells him, “speak.” gordons dick twitches rapidly, and he lets out a sharp sound, and he finally says it: he needs benrey to *fuck* him, jesus

benrey lets out a harsh breath at that. “yeah? thats what puppy wants?” and the nickname should blister him, make him feel to embarrassed to continue, but gordons too desperate to care. he just starts spewing a litany of “god yes”s and “please”s. hes getting harder and harder, pressed up against benreys belly, and benrey can *feel* it. “good boy,” he mutters, and those claws dig harder, that panting gets louder and harsher

he slips a hand around to gordons back, rubbing slowly for a moment as if to soothe him, and then slides it under the back of gordons boxers. and lower still. starts rubbing at gordons hole. that gets a quiet “oh god” out of gordon.

gordon cant help himself - he rocks forward against benrey, just a little, rubbing his bulge against what he realizes is benreys *extremely* hard dick in his sweatpants. hes not the only one whos got it bad. but he *is* the only one whispering, “fuck, fuck, fuck,” as benrey pushes a little further, makes as if hes about to breach gordon dry. the poor guys so needy that he probably wouldnt even argue!

but benrey just stares at him, wide eyed and flushed, mouth hanging open a little. gordons so hot for this that it surprises the both of them.

anyway after some boring position finagling benrey coaxes gordon onto his hands and knees, running a broad hand down gordons shaking back. and he pulls back gordons tail, exposing him. its so fucking humiliating - gordons got his face buried in a pillow, and his ass in the air, and hes never felt so *vulnerable* before. he wants to argue, he wants to lift his head and look back to make sure that everythings, like, okay back there - benreys staring at his entire asshole, okay, and he wasnt exactly anticipating benrey making a house call to fuck him in the ass - but every time he lifts his head, or starts to say something neurotic about it, benrey chides him about it. clicks his tongue. tells him, “hey. dogs dont talk” or “i said *bow*, bro”.

for all his insisting that hes a real guy, that hes not just a dog, gordons feeling less and less like a human and more like something in thrall to his instincts. the condescension rankles like it always does, but doing what benrey tells him to feels good. feels natural. presenting himself like this feels like what hes *supposed* to do. it doesnt stop him from running his mouth entirely, but it helps to mitigate some of the embarrassment.

and then… benrey *licks*. gordon tenses and gasps. he doesnt know how benrey can stand it, its gotta be, like, unhygienic! but that didnt scare him off the last time they tried this, and its not like gordon hasnt thought about it since. hes thought about it a lot, actually. but hes been too neurotic to ask for it. benreys not stupid, though. hes a good dog owner (at least, so he thinks) and hes gonna take care of his dog. so he licks again, and again, pressing a little harder against gordons hole on each pass with the broad side of his tongue until he dares to breach it with the tip.

gordons rock hard again in an instant. his dick hangs between his legs and drips onto the sheets. he digs his fingers into the pillow now, tearing holes in its surface with those sharp nails of his, and he makes embarrassingly high noises that he muffles into into the pillow, too. hes tense, hes so fucking tense, he should be clamping down and making benreys task really fucking hard, but theres bright pink sweet voice dripping from his hole and benreys rubbing the side of his thigh in an effort to soothe him and both of these things work in tandem to get him to relax. and benrey works his tongue in further, further than a human ought to.

the tip was one thing, but it gets wider as benrey pushes it in, and its just as good as it was before - better, even, because now its just the two of them, just a master and his dog, and benreys the only one he wants to see him like this. bent over and whimpering. he cant— he cant stomach the thought of anybody else doing this to him. hell, there was a point once where the idea of stomaching *benrey* doing this to him would have made him laugh. but here he is. benreys fucking him open with his tongue and pressing against something thats making him see stars and gordon just wants *more*. he says it so sweet, too, voice growing hoarse and raw as he begs benrey to just fucking do it already, he doesnt wanna come like this!

gordon gets so worked up and emotional about it that benrey takes the time to scratch behind his ears again, shushing him and telling him to chill. benreys got him. hes been a good dog, and good dogs get treats. hearing the words “good dog” makes gordons entire body flush. thats all he wants, really. he wants to be a good dog. he wants to be *told*. he blurts out, “oh my god— say it again,” and benreys like, “huh? say what? youre gonna have to be more specific,” clicking the last syllable. it makes all the hairs on gordons head rise and prickle with shame. the best he can do is mumble it into his pillow.

benrey hears it, though, and tugs at gordons collar from behind, just enough to raise his head. “whassat? you want me to call you a good boy?” gordon cant bring himself to answer that directly, but his stupid body betrays him by making him whine. jesus christ, yes, thats all he WANTS! he needs benrey to be good and nice to him for once in his fucking life and give him what he wants instead of taking, taking, taking! but benrey just tells him that hes gonna have to earn it. gonna have to be *real* good for him. gordon could fucking snarl at that, but benreys pulling back to rub his dick between gordons cheeks and against his hole and that shuts him up pretty fast because hes *so close* to getting what he wants and hes not about to fuck it up now by running his big dumb mouth

and then… he starts to push in. that sweet voice has loosened gordon up enough to take even benrey, who, uh, is definitely the bigger of the two, in that regard. he goes slow, uncharacteristically so, and gordons chest heaves with the force of how hard hes breathing. a quiet string of “oh god”s spills out of him as he tries to crane his neck back to watch. the head breaches him with a strange popping sensation, and benrey groans, loud, as the rest of him slides in with little resistance in comparison. “good,” he pants in turn, “youre takin it so good,” and—

and gordon comes, in weak, aborted spurts. it snuck up on him. he clenches so fucking tightly that it winds benrey a little. he breathes out, “whoa. did you—” but gordon just begs him to shut up, keep going, hes not— hes not done yet, its always like this, its not *enough*. his dick barely even flags afterward, it just hangs there, achingly hard and dripping with cum. benrey cant even find it in himself to make fun of him. he wants it so fucking bad, doesnt he? and he feels so good, so fucking tight and slick around benrey that the only thought running through his head is “gotta take care of my dog gotta fuck my best friend gotta nut in him and make him howl”. so he pushes himself alllll the way in until theyre pressed together, skin to skin.

then he starts to move. slow, careful thrusts, more for benreys benefit than gordons. if hes not careful, hes gonna blow his load, right then and there, and hes trying to make it good for gordon, too, okay? unlike *some* of them, hes not gonna bust in two minutes and then spend the next half hour crying and trauma-dumping to the guy hes still got his dick inside of.

once he thinks hes got a grip, though, benrey starts fucking him in earnest, and that changes gordons vocalizations from weak little whimpers into something louder. less restrained. hes given up any pretense of being quiet so that his other selves dont hear that hes snuck his boytoy into his room. just loud, wordless moans on each thrust, initially muffled into the pillow but soon spilling into the wider room when he turns his head to catch his breath. the only words hes managing are “oh god” and “please” and “benrey, benrey, *benrey*”, and benrey just responds to him like, “yeah? thats good? fuuuck, bro, so good for me,” all short of breath and barely able to speak himself

he wants to see gordons face. he *needs* to see gordons face. needs to see what hes doing to him, needs to see that cute fuckin blush of his. so he tugs on gordons collar again, bringing him to his hands and knees properly instead of that bowing position. and then further still - pulls him back so that benreys on his knees, and gordons on his knees in turn, on his lap, cock still buried inside of him and fucking him in short, hurried thrusts. “paws up,” benrey tells him, and gordon does it. instantly. no resistance. just folds them at his chest like a real dog would.

“whos a good boy?” benrey croons, right in his ear again. gordon gasps, “i-i am!”

“yeah? youre a good boy?” nod, wail. “whose— whose good boy are you?”

and gordon chokes on his response. he cant say it, he *cant*, he doesnt want to be benreys but he does, he *does*. he doesnt want to be benreys because its not fucking fair! he cares so fucking much! so much more than benrey does, it feels like, obsessing over the guy like hes wrapped thorny vines all around gordons heart and he cant so much as shift in his seat without feeling the tug and the ache and thinking of benrey again. and benrey doesnt care, he never fucking cares, except—

except he showed up at gordons house, in his room. without even being asked. like he knew something was wrong. and he— hes always talking to gordon, shooting him stupid texts just to make him laugh. scheduling *date nights* for them. date nights where, yeah, maybe they couldnt see each other in person, and maybe they always end in some kind of depraved sexual act, but its not like gordons not into it. hes frighteningly into it, actually. and hes *so* into hearing benreys voice, low and crooning, right in his ear, and seeing him lean on an elbow and smile at him afterward. its— its practically genuine. and benreys always making excuses to talk with him, do things with him, watch stupid fucking movies that only gordon cares about and stream with him on twitch to help boost his subscriber count and—

and—

oh god. maybe he *does* care. that might be more terrifying than the alternative.

then benrey yanks the collar again. presses the whole of gordons back against his front in one hot, unbroken line. and asks, “i said, whose good boy are you, bro? *speak.*”

“benrey,” he blurts out, a ragged moan, “d-dont make me sa-AY it, oh god—”

“no?” benrey stills suddenly. his hands keep gordon stuck in place, unable to move or bounce or feel benrey shift inside of him. “thats, uh… thats too bad, friend. this trains for good boys only. good dogs go to heaven 2. no bad dogs allowed. gonna have to, uhh, escort you off—”

“im not a bad dog!”

“i dunno, gordo. bein’ kind of, uh… disobedient.”

(sorry. thats all i got . byeeee)

#this is so far from finished b/c A) im a coward now and B) typing qith my left hand sucks so i dont wanna do it right now. Sorry #writin stuff

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