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permanentswaps · 2 months

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Fit Into His Soul

Since childhood, Bill possessed the unique ability to manipulate souls at will. He first found out in the 4th grade when he accidentally found himself in his teacher’s body. At first, he only used his power discretely, shifting his own soul into the minds of friends and even bullies for a couple minutes while staying silent. However, as the years passed, Bill's concern waned, and he began swapping souls more regularly.

As an adult, Bill shared his power with some new friends: Tom, Mike, and Frank. Initially, they would swap with or possess one another, but over time they eventually got bored with each other’s aging bodies. That’s when Bill had the idea of taking turns having his friends possess his son, Ezra. As a fitness influencer, Ezra was the perfect opportunity to let these men re-experience their youth in one of the hottest bodies possible.

With the plan in motion, Bill informed Tom, Mike, and Frank that each of them would have a day inside Ezra's body. Tom and Mike had already indulged in relatively mundane activities, such as hanging out with friends, reliving youthful experiences, and partying at clubs. Now, it was Frank's turn.

As Frank lay in his bed, a sense of anticipation filled the air. Bill prepared to extract Frank's soul, leaving his body in a dormant state for the next day of possession.

"Bill," Frank hesitated, carefully choosing his words, "Are you sure Ezra's okay with this?"

Bill chuckled dismissively. "Why wouldn't he be? And anyway, it's not like he really gets a choice."

Frank remained unconvinced, a hint of uncertainty lingering in his expression. Yet, his eagerness to relive youth overshadowed any reservations. "I'll pull you out at midnight. Until then, enjoy yourself," Bill assured, just before Frank felt his soul detach and soar towards the other side of town.

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As Frank woke up in an unfamiliar room on the other side of town, he looks around. The soft morning light filters through the curtains, revealing a room meticulously decorated with framed sports and movie posters. He looked down at his hands, wrinkle free, but with pronounced calluses formed around his grip. A smirk plays on his lips as he runs his fingers over the now firm biceps.

"I could get used to this," Frank thinks to himself, reveling in the newfound strength that courses through his rejuvenated body.

"Don't get too comfortable," a voice echoes in Frank's mind, surprising him. The voice is distinctly young, and it takes a moment for Frank to realize it's Ezra's consciousness communicating with him.

"Ezra? You're awake?" Frank replies, a hint of disbelief in his voice.

Ezra's consciousness chuckles, a distant presence within the confines of his own mind. "I'm here, but I can't really do anything about it. My body is yours for the day I guess."

Frank furrows his brow, absorbing the surreal nature of the situation. "I really thought you’d be dormant in here"

Ezra's voice carries a resigned tone. "Nah, but I’m used to this. My dad used to take over whenever he thought I was being annoying, or if he wanted to relive his college days, which was often."

Frank is taken aback by this revelation, realizing the extent to which Bill had used his son's body as a vessel for his whims. "And you're okay with it?" Frank inquires, a mixture of concern and disbelief in his tone.

Ezra's consciousness sighs, "I don't have much of a choice. Although I must admit, lending my body to strangers isn’t the best."

Frank rises from the bed and begins to explore the room. He's drawn to a full-length mirror, where he takes a moment to admire his reflection, appreciating the youthful features that stare back at him.

“Well, I’m not really a stranger anymore, am I? Name’s Frank,” he says, continuing to stare at his reflection.

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Deciding to fully embrace the experience, Frank decides to follow the familiar routine that the others had taken during their time in Ezra's body. He heads to the gym, eager to see what this younger, fitter body is capable of.

The atmosphere in the gym is charged with energy as Frank lifts weights, feeling the strength and vitality coursing through the well-toned muscles. As he works out, Frank can't help but appreciate the youthfulness of his borrowed body. Every move, every flex, feels invigorating.

Meanwhile, within the recesses of his own mind, Ezra's consciousness simmers with resentment. He watches, powerless, as his body is showcased and celebrated by others, the very essence of his being now controlled by someone else.

In the gym, people start approaching Frank, impressed by the dedication they perceive in Ezra's workout routine. "Hey, man, your form is incredible! What's your secret?" one admirer asks, while another nods in agreement, expressing admiration for Frank's apparent fitness expertise.

Frank, embracing the charisma of Ezra's social media persona, responds with a casual grin, "Consistency and dedication, my friend. It's all about the grind."

Later, in a quieter corner of the gym, Frank takes a break and pulls out Ezra's phone. He scrolls through social media, marveling at the number of followers that come with being a fitness influencer.

"Guess being Instagram famous has its perks," Frank mutters to himself, an amused expression crossing his face.

Driven by a sudden surge of confidence, Frank moves toward the gym's mirrored wall. In a display of vanity, he flexes his newfound muscles, tracing the contours with his hands. The reflective surface captures his image, and he takes a series of pictures, each pose carefully curated for maximum impact on Instagram later.

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Later that evening, Frank, now totally immersed in Ezra's world, hits the local nightclub. The pulsating music and flashing lights create an electric atmosphere, and Frank's presence, enhanced by Ezra's sculpted physique, immediately draws attention. Men and women alike gravitate towards Frank, complimenting his physique and expressing admiration. Reveling in the attention, he confidently maneuvers through the dance floor.

Suddenly, Frank locks eyes with a handsome guy and they start chatting and laughing. Ezra's voice resonates within Frank's mind. "Frank, this is Gabriel. I've been crushing on him for a long time. Don’t be weird, okay?" Ezra's words carry a hint of vulnerability and a twinge of jealousy.

As the conversation deepens, Frank discovers that Gabriel recently went through a difficult breakup, and genuine sympathy crosses his face.

"That sounds really tough, Gabriel. Breakups suck," Frank empathizes, momentarily allowing the true essence of Ezra's feelings to shine through.

Gabriel appreciates the genuine connection, opening up further. "Yeah, it's been hard. But I guess life goes on, right?"

Frank, however, can't resist the allure of the moment. Flirting even harder, he leans in, with a sultry voice. "Absolutely, and sometimes new beginnings are just what we need."

Gabriel chuckles biting his lip, “You’re funny Ezra, what kind of new beginnings did you have in mind.”

As they dance, Frank's confident moves and Ezra's unspoken feelings collide in a complex dance of emotions. The nightclub's vibrant lights cast shadows on their faces, accentuating the intensity of the moment.

Ezra's voice echoes with a sense of desperation, "Frank, please, don't take advantage of this. I never thought Gabriel would be interested, and now you're complicating everything."

Frank, caught up in the whirlwind of the night, responds with a wry smile, "Ezra, my man, you worry too much. Let's enjoy the night and worry about the consequences later."

With a shared, unspoken understanding, they lean in closer until their lips meet in a passionate kiss.

Breaking away, they share a breathless gaze, the air between them heavy with unspoken implications. Gabriel, a mix of surprise and exhilaration in his eyes, speaks in a hushed tone, "Ezra, this is... unexpected, and I'm not sure I want it to end."

Frank responds with a playful yet enigmatic smile. "Who said it has to end, Gabriel? Tonight's full of surprises."

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The pulsating beats of the club still echoed in Frank's ears as he arrived at Ezra’s apartment with Gabriel. In the dimly lit living room, Frank pins Gabriel down to the couch and continues their passionate make out. Ezra, fueled by an overwhelming jealousy and longing for Gabriel, begins to fight back against Frank's control. The shifts in Ezra’s body go unnoticed by Gabriel, who says lost admiring Ezra’s muscular body.

"Frank, I can't stand this. I want to be with Gabriel," Ezra's voice echoes in Frank's mind, a desperate plea laced with bitterness.

"Ezra, I'm just enjoying this night. Don't ruin it for me," Frank retorts, a hint of frustration seeping into his thoughts.

"I won't let you have him," Ezra says, gaining strength.

In a last-ditch effort to maintain control, Frank attempts to wrap himself in the essence of Ezra's consciousness. But to his surprise, this only fuels Ezra's strength, making him more resolute in reclaiming what is rightfully his.

With a distinct "pop," Ezra regains control. A triumphant grin crosses his face as he looks into Gabriel's eyes and pulls him in closer for another kiss.

However, not a minute later, the clock strikes midnight, Bill’s deadline for the possession.

In an instant, Ezra is violently ripped out of his body, leaving Frank alone in his borrowed vessel. Confusion washed over Frank’s face, prompting a concerned “What’s wrong” from Gabriel.

“It’s nothing” replied Frank, smiling before eagerly diving back in.

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The next morning, Ezra and Frank awoke to find themselves in each other's bodies on opposite sides of town. Frank, still in Ezra's body, stretched with a sense of excitement, admiring his sculpted arm, which was draped across Gabriel’s chest.

Meanwhile, Ezra, waking up in Frank's body, found himself in a state of panic. He gazed at his own reflection in horror, grappling with the realization that he was trapped in a body that wasn't his own.

Ezra rushed to his dad’s house to unravel the perplexing situation. Knocking frantically on the door, he was met with Bill’s groggy face.

"Frank? What's going on? Why are you here so early?" Bill asked.

Ezra, still frazzled, recounted the events of the previous night. "Dad, something went wrong. I think you pulled me out instead of Frank. I woke up in his body, and he's probably running around in mine right now!"

Bill looked at him confused. "What do you mean?” he muttered, “are you saying you’re Ezra?”

Bill and Ezra made their way across town to Ezra’s apartment. Frank stood in the doorway shirtless in Ezra’s body, seeing out a properly disheveled Gabriel.

“That was a lot of fun. I’ll text you.” Frank said, slapping Gabriel’s ass as he walked out.

Meanwhile, Bill and Ezra walked up to the door.

“Hey Dad, what’s up” Frank said, flashing a brief but knowing smirk at his former body, which he could only assume was being controlled by Ezra.

"I can't believe this, Dad. Frank's probably trying to steal my body," Ezra lamented, a hint of frustration in his voice. "I knew he was up to something yesterday, he was just too into being me."

“What are you talking about?” said Frank, “I didn’t steal anyone’s body.”

Bill looked at Frank and Ezra inquisitively, saying “well, there’s only one way to tell the truth.”

Closing his eyes, Bill focused his power, drawing forth their ethereal forms. As their souls materialized, he carefully observed the energies that defined their true selves. Frank looked down at himself and saw a muscular form that looked just like Ezra’s body.

"Hmm, they look like how they're supposed to," Bill remarked, his brow furrowed in concentration as he popped them back into their bodies.

Ezra, trapped again in Frank's body, felt a surge of panic. "Dad, you have to believe me. I'm Ezra! Frank's lying!"

Unbeknownst to them all, Ezra’s fight to regain control of his body had more severe consequences than anyone could’ve imagined. You see, when Frank took on Ezra’s essence during the struggle and let go of control, he was giving up the dominant spot in his body. At that time, the dominant spot was held by Frank. Which means, Ezra and Frank not only changed the balance of the possession, but they had also accidentally swapped souls. Now, in the astral plane, Frank appeared as Ezra, and vice versa.

Frank, still in Ezra's body, seized the opportunity to further his ruse. "See, Dad? I told you, I have no idea what he’s talking about.”

The room fell silent as Bill, convinced by the visual evidence in the astral plane, turned the anguished Ezra. "I can't believe you would lie to me like this Frank. If this is how you repay my kindness for letting you borrow my power and my son, then maybe we shouldn't be friends anymore.”

Ezra felt a profound sense of betrayal and desperation. "Dad, please, I'm telling the truth. You have to believe me!"

But Bill, his trust shaken by the apparent evidence, remained resolute. "No, Frank. I need some time to process all of this. Just go.”

“And don’t come back you creep” Frank shouts after him, standing tall as he realizes these muscles are now his for good.

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kvtie444 · 5 months

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⋆‧₊˚ TEACHERS PET

A/N: ALL CHARACTERS ARE OVER 18!! gonna try make this a series lol p.s. I love covet sm lolziezzzzzzzz

Summary: Reader has a new teacher and finds herself falling for him blahblahblah teachers pet by melanie vibes xoxo

Warnings: swearing, mentions of nsfw content, that’s it??

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If you're fortunate enough to own a car, count your blessings. Given the means, I would have purchased one long ago, but the weight of tuition fees compels me to endure a daily mile-long walk in the unforgiving cold almost every day. Oddly enough, the journey to campus carries its qualities - passing through a park, surrounded by pleasant scenery, with my favourite playlist playing through my headphones, it becomes an almost comforting routine - except on days like today, where I’m running late.

Choosing sociology ranks among the biggest mistakes in my life, closely followed by my track record with every guy I've been involved with. It seems every guy my age is solely fixated on getting their dick sucked and seeking validation from their male peers.

Entering my building, I head straight to class, mentally preparing myself for boredom. Amongst my whole class, I've only really gotten close with one person in my class - Madi. She's friendly, and her accom building is conveniently across mine, making her my go-to companion here. Reaching my relatively small class, I push the door open, taking my seat beside Madi. Placing my bag on the desk. I unpack my belongings, removing my headphones and setting them on the table. "Look who's finally arrived," Madi teases with a smile. Glancing at her and then towards the front of the room, I notice the absence of the teacher. Did I really beat him here? "Where's Mr. Kennedy?" I ask, confusion etched on my face. Her expression falters. "Didn't you hear?" she begins. I shake my head no. "He got caught having an affair with a student," she whispers. My jaw drops. "So, who's filling in for him?" I ask. She simply shrugs.

Engaging in small talk whilst I log onto my laptop, her attention shifts to the door as our new teacher arrives, a solid 12 minutes late. I keep my eyes glued to my screen as I overhear him grabbing items from his desk. I momentarily look away and I almost moan when I see him. Brown hair, blue eyes, a slight beard, a chain sitting on top of his black sweatshirt, and plain black pants - he doesn't look a day older than 30. Picking up a marker from his desk and delicately fiddling with the lid, he looks up to face the class.

"Mr. Kennedy is unable to continue teaching you guys, so I'll be filling in for him," he announces, turning around to write his name on the board alongside the topic where we left off. "My name is Mr. Sturniolo, or just Matthew if you can't pronounce it," he half-jokes, a small chuckle escaping from his pink lips. Madi leans toward me, whispering in my ear, "smash." I can't help but chuckle, nudging her with my shoulder. When Matt turns around, his eyes dart into mine, shooting me a disciplinary look. I purse my lips, attempting to contain my smile, and look down, mouthing a small "sorry." He returns to his desk, flicks open his textbook, lands on a page, and then speaks up, "Everyone, go to page 56. We're going to start off where you were all left off with class differences in achievement”.

Throughout the lesson, he does an impressive job at teaching. He even sets up a Google Classroom for all his work and provides a platform for questions if we're confused—something Kennedy could never manage. Matt sends me a few glances, and each time, my face grows hot, causing me to look away first and break the eye contact. Eventually, the lesson concludes, and everyone quickly packs up, ready to leave.

"Alright, everyone, I want you all to finish off the chapter, make notes, and I'm going to upload a short essay question for you to fill out too. I want it done for tomorrow's lesson," he says, people beginning to exit the room, with me and Madi following suit. As I walk out the door, I glance back at him, and our eyes meet. He shoots me a smile, which I quickly return before looking and walking out of the room.

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I let out a frustrated groan, slouching back in my chair and running my hands down my face. I find myself back in my dorm, attempting to tackle this essay, but I’m stuck on my counterargument. I glance at my open laptop, its glow being the only source of light in my room as I anxiously tap my pen against my desk. Why am I so hesitant to ask my teacher for help? Y/n, don't bother him; it's 11 pm. fuck it.

Summoning a bit of courage, I lean forward and compose a message for him, meant for our eyes only. "Hello Mr. Sturniolo, I was wondering how to counterargue in the essay you assigned. Best regards, Y/n." No, no, no. I delete the message and retype, reminding myself that I'm not messaging fucking royalty. The new message reads, "Hi Matt, I'm a bit unsure of how to counterargue in the essay. Thanks, Y/n." I bite my lip before hitting send and then pick up my pen, drumming it against my desk again. I can't help but keep checking if he replies. It's only been two minutes. I mean, it's late. I keep my eyes glued to my screen eagerly until I see my 'delivered' message switch to 'read.' My breath hitches as my left leg shakes, my heel tapping the ground in quick patterns as I see three typing dots.

"Hey Y/n, don't worry about it. Try using the functionalist perspective and theorists like Parsons. I'll send you the page now. Matt." I smile at the message and feel like a cheesy teenage girl, my breath hitching when he sends an image. It's a page from the textbook which he is holding down with his left hand. shit. His large hand looked veiny, and his fingers took up so much space. He had rings on his fingers, excluding his ring and middle finger, making me bite my lip, almost prompting a moan at the idea. No, Y/n, he's your teacher. My eyes moved up his arm to catch a glimpse of the tattoos that were previously hidden under his sweatshirt. I wasn't even focusing on my work anymore. I snap out of my daze and type a little message, hoping to keep the conversation going. "Thank you !!" I send, now biting the end of my pen, smiling to myself. He's quick to start typing back, "Don't worry about it." I stare at the message until my breath hitches once I see him typing again. "Next time, try not to leave my work for the last minute." I softly giggle to myself, looking down at my hands.

I finally get the work done, submitting it online. I climb into bed and scroll through my phone until I fall asleep, feeling a sense of anticipation and excitement about seeing Matt again tomorrow.

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Back in class again, I find myself barely able to focus on anything - well, it wasn't even work. Matt had put on some documentary, but my attention was solely fixed on him. What's wrong with me? He's just a good-looking guy, Y/n. A really, really good-looking guy.

"Y/n?" I'm snapped out of my trance by Madi. I look up at her; she's standing up, bag on her shoulder. "Lesson's over. Wanna meet and get some food later?"

I nod, "Yeah, text me," I reply, smiling as I get up and put my headphones back on, playing my music. I walk towards the door until I feel a hand on my arm, turning me around. Confused, I look up, and my confusion softens, feeling my face heat up upon seeing it's Matt. I pull my headphones down around my neck as he smiles at me.

"I was calling your name a few times, but your music's too loud," he chuckles. I giggle back at him, feeling flustered. His eyebrows furrow, and a smirk grows on his face. "Is that 'Covet'? Basement?" he continues, referring to the song from my headphones. I look down at my headphones before looking back up at him, smiling, nodding my head, "Yeah,". This man could not get any more perfect. He bites his lip slightly before leaning against his desk, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Am I in trouble?" I ask, my brows knitting together in worry. "Hm? Oh, no, no," he shakes his head. "Just have to hold you behind a bit and ask you something," he continues.

Shit.

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#chris sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #imagine #angst #chris sturniolo x reader #fluff #matt sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #smut #SoundCloud

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wingedjellyfishflight · 3 months

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Lumberjack

König invites you to visit his hometown with him. There is a festival held there every year in celebration of the harvest. You go along thinking it will be like the fairs you went to growing up. Instead, it is a lumberjack festival with all things axes, chainsaws, and big burly men. König forgoes his mask for once in public. He fits in so well with the competitors that nobody stares at him, even with the scarring on his exposed skin.

There are plenty of familiar things here for you to enjoy, like candy floss, donuts, and caramel apples. You have a bit of a sweet tooth, after all. There are also unique things like dumplings in every flavor and spätzle and a dish you can't pronounce, but it seems like a cross between pancakes and a Dutch baby all chopped up. König has to fight to get a bite of that one from your plate.

He picks a front row seat to watch a showcase. You feel for the people behind him as he will absolutely be blocking their view. Right before the show is supposed to start, he excuses himself, leaving you baffled as he hurries away. When the emcee calls out König's public persona name, your jaw drops. He walks out from behind the backdrop shirtless with a large splitting maul in his hands, rolling and tossing it theatrically. Your eyes drag over his torso, taking in the purple and white scars and the way his abs flex as he stretches. You realize his finger is gesturing you to look up. Meeting his eyes, he has the most confident smirk on his face, making you blush.

He begins moving. He tosses the maul around like it is a toy, swinging it to split rounds of firewood in precise strikes. The spins he uses to build momentum make him look like he is dancing. His speed builds. Striking each one faster, he begins adding tricks, knocking one down with the back of the maul only to hit it in the air and split it perfectly against the ground and splitting large stacks all at once. Watching him in action is breathtaking. For most, it looks like this is the culmination of his hard work, but you know that this is simply practice for his real work.

His real work. The work where he uses a sledgehammer against human flesh on the battlefield. You can honestly say you've never been more turned on watching a man work and when he finishes, you beg him to find a quiet corner so you can show him your appreciation with your own private show. You tease him, saying that he will enjoy the clapping much more this time around.

#konig x reader #könig x reader #cod smut #konig cod #lumberjack

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azulock · 5 months

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Hi, could you write nsfw headcanons for Kaiser and Ness?

I most certainly can, nonnie!!! Tho, Ness gonna get some slander cause he's the second (out of three) character I have beef with for shits and giggles. Can't help it, I gotta bully that Yandere generator motherfucker. There'll be more Kaiser later, cause I got a fem reader specific request so, soon enough that's out.

Michael Kaiser

⟳ The emperor himself, talks big game, and he can back it up, but I'm sure if he feels safe enough to display it, he's actually a switch. He likes being a dom and he sure is a one most of the time, won't ever sub if he's just having a one night stand. But sometimes, if he's in a relationship, and if he's too tired or stressed from his work, he'd probably like to sub. He won't bring this up and might resist if you try to, but give him time and he'll warm up to the idea.

⟳ As a sub he's needy and whiny far more than bratty, but he sure can be a brat at times, especially if you try to make him beg. Likes to be pampered and praised, you can get him to do anything with the right words - tho, stay away from any demeaning kink, that will just shut him down.

⟳ As a dom he is a major tease, likes to see you beg for what you want, big on making you use your words to ask him for anything. And just like with himself, he won't be big on demeaning or humiliating you tho, even if he uses a mean pet name, it'll be as praise or just teasing.

⟳ The bastard loves the sight of his own image so he's big on fucking in front of mirrors. If you are shy he likes it even more cause he gets to tease you. Also if he's on a place that's too far high to be visible, or that has those tinted windows that you can see from the outside, he loves fucking against the window.

⟳ Dirty talking in German, so much dirty talking in German, even if you don't understand it. He makes that angry ass language sound sexy. He really just refuses to speak in any other language during sex, so if you don't speak it, that's one way to learn I guess.

⟳ Big on body worship and praise kink, both for him and for his partner. He's the best thing on god's green earth so he only wants the best for himself too, that I cludes his partner. But he's gonna do that while calling you somewhat demeaning pet names and teasing you all the way, it's not gonna come easy.

⟳ Likes to tie you up and have you at his mercy, he gets a kick out of seeing you all vulnerable for him. Will edge you while you're tied up and make you beg him for what you want. He'll have you drooling and whimpering with your hands behind your back while blindfolded and still tell you to use your words. Will also tease you for drooling on his pillow.

⟳ Loves getting his hair pulled and receiving marks, like scratches and hickeys. Tho, he likes leaving you marked too, bruises from where he grabs and manhandled you, hickeys and bite marks all over your body too. The bastard doesn't want marks anywhere too visible on himself but he sure will leave some visible ones on you.

⟳ Handsome man, handsome dick, no wonder he starts the day looking at himself naked in the mirror. That cock is long, but not too thick, just enough to feel good. It's pretty veiny, with a pronounced curve upwards. As for hair, he keeps himself trimmed low rather than shaved clean.

Alexis Ness

⟳ Mr Yandere simulator is a switch, but you don't wanna see what he's like as a dom, better keep him as a sub. He'll pretty much let you do anything to him if he's subbing, he'll be a big mess, whimpering, begging, crying, letting you humiliate him to hell and back. Now, as a dom, he can be a bit scary, controlling, prone to just try and take what he wants without much regard to anything else. Yeah, better to keep him as a sub.

⟳ He's so very vocal, and at times loud. He has no shame for making noises, be it moans, grunts, cries or whimpers. Will beg you for anything if he has to and praise you for anything and nothing at all. You could gag him to try and shut him up, but he'd be just grunting and groaning under the gag.

⟳ Best way to shut him up is to put that mouth to some good use. And he sure loves it, has something of an oral fixation, likes sucking your fingers, your toes, anything really. For this reason he likes giving oral more than receiving it too. You could make him suck you until he ran out of air and he would thank you for that.

⟳ Actually likes getting humiliated, gets off to it easy. For him it's only natural, after all you are so perfect and he is nothing compared, you can say the most demeaning things and he's just going to agree. You can step on him while you do it too, he likes that. Might cum on his pants from all that actually, which will probably only lead to more humiliation and keep the cycle going.

⟳ You can tie him up, gag him, put him on a leash and walk him on all fours, he'll like all of those. Just don't put a blindfold on him tho, he wants to see you, he needs to see you, the blindfold makes him kind of angry. Also don't ignore him for too long, a little is ok, but if you keep that up for long he can get pissed off.

⟳ Loooves getting marked, he's yours after all, you can bite him, give him hickeys, scratch him, he really likes it. But he will do the very same, regardless of what you say, you are his after all, so why hide it? Expect a lot of bites from him, and for him to want to cum over your body as well as inside you, especially on your face.

⟳ If you let him dom, he's gonna very much lean into free use, cause he wants you all the time. Tho, as a sub he'll just shamelessly beg to fuck you at any point you two can be alone. He fucks like a desperate man, doesn't take very long to cum but can go again pretty fast and go for multiple rounds, so not really an issue.

⟳ I've written about this on another post so I won't stay too long on this, but if you can get pregnant, oh boy he sure has a breeding kink. Like actually wants to knock you up kind of kink. If you can't get pregnant, well that's lucky for you, but he'll still be obsessed with cumming inside you.

⟳ Ness is a bit above average, but not by much, and not very thick. He's kind veiny too, not too much but has some thick veins. He also likes to keep clean shaven, he thinks it looks nicer that way.

#bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #michael kaiser x reader #alexis ness x reader #michael kaiser #ness x reader #Alexis Ness

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shorelinessightlines · 4 months

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Jupiter is often referred to as the star that failed. Max thinks about that, sometimes, when they're racing and he's just passed Daniel on track. He can look in his rearview mirrors and see the little three on the AlphaTauri—Daniel, in a shitty car he outperforms every weekend, and Max, already set for the podium.

When Max is particularly bored, he rewatches old races from 2014, ‘16, ‘18 and thinks about it, unbidden—how if Lewis and Max simply didn't exist, it might’ve been Daniel on the top step at the very end of the season. Daniel fighting for titles and wins, not letting anyone keep the 1st place cap on their head long enough to mess up their hair. If he'd just been a little quicker, a little more ruthless; if he'd stuck around long enough for the Honda engine, the RB19. If Daniel had just been a fraction of a second better.

Then Max feels bad for ever thinking such a thing. Not because it isn’t true, but because it sounds like something his dad would say.

Jos used to buy Max magazines full of interviews by Senna, Prost, Mansell. He said they were full of stars. He laughed at Max when they got home after Zandvoort in 2011, back when Max was still in karting and Daniel was just starting out in F1, and Max had said: "I want to be just like him."

That Christmas Jos bought Max a poster of Nigel Piquet and said, "This is the type of man you should be looking up to." Max hung it up on his ceiling that night and stared at it. He had thought, privately, that if Piquet was a star then he must have been one of those small stars, the ones that you can’t really see from Earth without a telescope. Daniel was closer, brighter. Sun-like.

He tore down the poster the next morning.

Jos was right, of course, to steer Max towards more successful heroes. Jos would never point to Daniel's article in GQ Sports and tell Max he's looking at a star. Daniel smiles at him, though, on the paddock and off, and it feels like sunshine.

He tells Daniel as much during the summer break, in Daniel's Monaco apartment, tipsy off some expensive wine Max can't even pronounce the name of.

"Jupiter is a very stupid planet," Max is ranting, unreasonably pissed about it. "You know, it has ninety-five moons? The fuck does it need ninety-five moons for? Stupid." He chugs another sip of wine, straight from the bottle. Daniel does the same.

"Jupiter?" Daniel muses after he swallows, less inebriated than Max but still drunk enough to have begun sitting on the couch upside down. The top of his skull almost touches the floor. "Mate, don't diss Jupiter like that. Space gets lonely, maybe."

Max snorts. "It is a planet, Daniel, it does not get lonely. It should just have one moon, or no moons. It is not very loyal."

"It is a planet, Maximus, it cannot be loyal," Daniel says back to him, snarky, in a high-pitched voice and a bad Dutch accent.

"Is that supposed to be me?" He shoves at him, accidentally causing Daniel's head to bang against the floor. Whatever. He deserves it. "Name one good thing about Jupiter."

Daniel shrugs as best as he can. "Biggest planet in our solar system or whatever the fuck. Why are we talking about Jupiter again?"

"Because it is awful, and my dad is not correct." Daniel laughs, at that.

"What? Does your dad, like, love Jupiter or something?"

Max points, accusatory. "See, that is exactly the point! He does not love Jupiter! In fact, he is awful about Jupiter!"

Max can almost see the gears in Daniel's head grind together slowly. "Then why are you dissing Jupiter?"

Max groans. His thoughts make less and less sense the more he goes on. "I am not, of course, dissing Jupiter. I am simply pointing out the fact that Jupiter is not a star and you, obviously, are a star." He's getting lost in his own, brilliant analogy.

Daniel says, "Oh yeah, Maxy?" He has his stupid smile on, the one that Max knows means he thinks Max is crazy but will indulge him anyway. "Well it's very nice that you think so."

"Of course I think so," Max scoffs, perfectly serious. He hates that he can't really look Daniel in the eye, sitting right-side-up. He opts to sit like Daniel, head towards the floor and legs slung over the back of the couch, so he can stare directly at him. "I am being serious."

"Well, I'm serious about that Jupiter shit. Best planet ever. Number one Jupiter defender, right here," Daniel slurs, pointing at himself and flashing his brilliant, sun-warm smile.

Max can't help but smile too.

"You are very stupid," he says, and it sounds like something else. "I am trying to tell you that I think you—you." He flushes, cutting himself off and looking away from Daniel, up towards the ceiling.

"Ah, whatever Maxy. You just can't accept Jupiter's superiority."

Max tries one last time, to make him understand. "Jupiter is called the star that failed," he says, trying to prove something.

Daniel is looking at him, he can feel it. His stare burns a hole in the side of Max's head. "I'm okay with that," he says, suddenly very very soft. "Jupiter's the biggest planet in the solar system. He's got a whole ninety-five moons."

"But he is not a star," Max scowls.

Daniel smiles again, smaller. Kinder. "He gets to orbit a star. He gets to be the biggest planet, and orbit a fucking star, the best star in the universe. That's a pretty sweet deal if you ask me."

Max shakes his head and says, "You are unbelievable." He reaches over to grab Daniel's stupid face and kiss him, and promptly falls off the couch.

#dr3 #mv33 #maxiel #raine.fic #i know the whole jupiter thing isn't true ok #just bear with me #f1

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the-cat-and-the-birdie · 8 months

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I bet Miguel can cook REALLY well.

Like CRAZY WELL.

Being a dad he did have to come up with something to eat for dinner every night

And with Gabriella being a bit picky, sometimes he had to get creative

And some of his favorite memories are the conversations he and Gabbie had while dinner was on the stove

But even now, he loves it. Miguel finds he act of cooking so relaxing. He likes the peace and the order of it

And even if he comes in really really late from HQ - he'll still try and cook something

Fighting sleep while cooking a quesadilla on the stove

He's a Sazon loyalist SORRY ADOBO STANS

There's always tortillas, sour cream and salsa verde in his fridge - freshly made

(if you got those you can figure something out)

And he grows his own cilantro and basil on the window sill

And he'll never use powdered garlic, only fresh

Yes he can eat garlic - yes people on campus ask him that a lot

(he's hot ACTUALLY a vampire)

His seafood is TO DIE FOR

Miguel can make amazing lobster tail, or crab legs (with Old Bay and butter of course)

And his Ceviche is SO GOOD and SO FRESH

Most likely makes everything spicy. It's not even that he 'loves' spicy food - He just makes it spicy AF and acts like he doesn't notice

MEANWHILE you're next to him and it hurts to breathe

He and Hobie are bean stans.

Miguel loves them in Chilli con Carne, with rice, refried, you name it

and Hobie goes through those British blue cans of Heinz baked beans like it's nobodies business

They both think beans are underrated

Makes AMAZING MOLE and even better Tamales

But you have to BEG him for weeks on end to get him to make Tamales cause he can't be bothered - and he will make you help

He likes Avocado, like in general. On toast, with eggs, guacamole use always a staple

He'll often just eat chips and guacamole the whole day in his office and he'll get pissed if the food court is out of it.

Well look at a corn shell ground beef taco and be like 'You think that's a taco? Is that what you honestly believe?'

Loves cooking with other people - in fact Miguel actually just likes working with people in general. That's why Lyla has a personality.

He's good at guiding others during cooking and teaching them things and not bossing them around

OBSESSED LIKE CONCERNINGLY SO

With mango and Tajin

He'll put Tajin seasoning on ANYTHING - the first time Jess saw him put it on watermelon she was like 'what for????'

But he loves fruit in general, watermelon, lychee, guava. A lot of them are grown fresh in the Society gardens

Strawberries are a favorite of his. Gabriella loved strawberries on pancakes

He pronounces lychee - Leechee (not Lie-chee)

He's the fucking PRO at protein shakes and milkshakes

The man needs workout fuel and whey powder and kale and potassium and-

He's in the kitchen 5am getting ready for the gym

Making a shit ton of peanut butter strawberry banana and oats protein smoothie with coconut milk and honey to sweeten

Because he does have a sweet tooth.

Jolly Ranchers are an oral fixation

You can hear him sucking on one, the quiet clacking of it.

Or see him press it into his cheek, lost in thought

But baking and sweets are his secret love

He just doesn't have anyone to test it on anymore - so he doesn't

His flan is the best, and it was one of Gabbie's show faves

He eats parfaits pretty often, and makes them a lot for Jess (and she teases it for it)

Miguel LOVES tres leches cake, as sweet as possible. And fancy stuff like creme brulee

Don't tell anyone but he actually really likes cheesecake he acts like it's a secret

With him cooking get ready for the most sugariest breakfast ever. It's a dad thing.

Whipped cream, fruits, syrup, chocolate chips, you name it.

Sure Miguel shouldn't have been giving Gabriella THAT much sugar THAT early - but with you it's fine so enjoy the stomach ache in two hours

Another dad thing:

COOK OUT FOOD.

Him and Peter get INTENSE.

Miguel swears by charcoal grills, Peter likes propane and gas

Miguel is the tio with the best Hot dogs and relish that HITS

Peter is the burger dad who spends an insane amount of money on Angus beef

Miguel judges your hot dog toppings but says nothing

His ELOTE???? EUPHORIC

Like,,, it'll bring you to tears it's so good - I don't know how he does it

And when it comes to cooking he's ALWAYS willing to learn

He'd rather invite you over and cook you something than going out to eat

He'll learn something you like or where you're from and make something from there

Even better if you can teach him how to make something - the two of you can make it together

But his favorite part by far is setting it down at the table, trying not to seem like he's watching your reaction

And seeing your face light up at the first bite

Or even better -

Seeing you collapse into bed with a food coma

Miguel with cooking and food as a love language

#yes please #spiderman #atsv #marvel #spider man #across the spiderverse #Miguel Ohara #Miguel x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel o hara #Miguel O'hara x reader #Miguel Ohara x reader #Miguel x you #gabriella o’hara

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Six of Crows Russian Edition

Today I found this gorgeous gem at the bookstore!

So a few years ago I moved overseas to live in a Russian speaking country. I am not in Russia, for the record. The national language here is not Russian, but it is commonly spoken in my city.

Today at the bookstore I looked for a copy of Crooked Kingdom for the cast of Shadow and Bone to sign this May when I go to A Storm of Shadows and Crows convention in Paris. I don't own a copy of SOC or KC in English and there's no chance of finding one where I live. The next best option was getting a book in the local language and calling it a souvenir of my time abroad. To my delight I found this lovely Russian edition of Six of Crows!

More stunning artwork below.

There were multiple versions of the books to choose from. The original art and the Netflix artwork were available too. The most impressive part was finding copies of the original covers WITHOUT the Netflix sticker. (Haha, suck it Netflix.) To the right, not pictured were King of Scars and Rule of Wolves.

I've never seen this cover variation before. It was an exciting find!

The Russian version I bought is illustrated by (I assume Russian?) artist Eva Eller.

I didn't see a copy of Crooked Kingdom with illustrations by the same artist at this bookstore, but it must exist. Mine was the last copy of SOC with the Russian artwork. Maybe it was sold out?

Google Translate titles the book Six of Ravens, lol. But that's just a translation error because a little google-foo showed that ворона (pronounced vorona) means crow. Interestingly, while typing the title, I learned that вор (pronounced vor) means thief. Interesting how similar the words crow and thief are in Russian. Checks out.

Above is the art printed on the side of the pages. Love how it still includes the side of the pages colored, just like the original books.

The hardcover underneath the jacket is a crow. It's not the same as pictured on the original CK cover, but it is similar. Love the messy, broken, bent feathers, yet the crow is still able to fly. Metaphor for our six characters? Absolutely!

The book was wrapped in cellophane so I didn't realize there was even more art inside! Here is the inner cover. IT'S BEAUTIFUL! The back is the same. It captures the foggy haze of Ketterdam so well.

The flaps of the book jacket are images from the inner cover. But there's a cracked texture over them that gives it a gorgeous grittiness.

The candle is the left side of the inner book jacket. Sorry the image isn't flat, I didn't want to damage the jacket by straightening it out.

The right side of the book jacket shows all the Crows!

Let's appreciate how Matthias looks snow pale and serious. Inej is taller than Nina -- she must be standing on a step stool. No clue why both of their eyes are closed, especially when Nina is the one pointing to the paper. They are lovely. Kaz has on his scheming face. Jesper is as handsome as every version of him should be. And Wylan looks bored AF because A.) he's already memorized the map he drew or B.) he can't read whatever document Kaz has in front of them. Wait, no, Wylan is making heart eyes at Jesper. All of the above can be true.

Inside is a small illustration at the beginning of each chapter, which changes with each section.

You can also see the Crow's names written in Cyrillic. Inej, Kaz, Nina, and Matthias translate easily. Jesper uses the д (letter D) and ж (pronounced like zhe) letter combination that makes his name sound like Zhesper since there is no J in Cyrillic. It's worth pointing out (again) that Wylan's name does not translate perfectly. There is no W in the Cyrillic alphabet. (As someone who also has a W in their name, I sympathize with Wylan here.) I'm no expert in Russian, but I'm pretty sure -- with the help of google translate -- that Wylan is pronounced as Oo-ai-len. Poor boy can't catch a break.

Each of the five section of the book use different chapter art. They all do an excellent job capturing the atmosphere.

The paper is so thin that you can easily see the printing on the opposite side. Not ideal for an edition that's otherwise this lovely. Oh well.

Given that Ravka is fantasy Russia, it's not a surprise to find the Grisha Verse books in Russian.

I am so excited to bring this book to Paris for the cast to sign!

#six of crows #crooked kingdom #shadow and bone

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vainvenus · 1 month

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⌲;꒰ Wonka Welcome! ꒱

Pairing :: Willy Wonka x Fem!Reader

Synopsis :: There's a new bakery in town and Wonka stops by to give the owner a warm welcome.

Includings :: Slight spoilers, events happen after the movie, Wonka speaking nonsense/being illiterate, him pulling shit out of hat, slight flirting, this is really short (im just trying to dump my drafts), nothing but fluff

An :: "He's the worst Wonka" ok but he's the hottest so send requests!

"What's that you got there, Noodle?"

Willy questioned, brows furrowed but eyes full of curiosity as Noodle walked back into the shop. She had a small tart-like thing in her hand, a few crumbs dusted across her chin as she licked her fingers.

It was small yet colorful, some sort of filling under a few fruits as Noodle held it out to the brunette to take a bite.

"A tart."

He hummed, taking a bite from it and his eyes went wide as he hummed again after tasting it. The crust had a perfect crisp taste to it, the fruit each tasting perfectly ripe.

"Delicious! Did you make that all on your own? How? Where?"

Noodle shook her head as she finished the rest of it, wiping her fingers down on the bottom of her pants. "Not me. There's a baker, she just opened up across from us, don't know how you haven't noticed."

"What!?"

Will practically teleported over to the window, hands pressed against it like a child who was passing his shop for the first time. His eyes were glistening as he saw there was a Bakery shop positioned right across from him.

"Well, I think I ought to say hello! Give her a warm Wonka welcome!" He hummed, adjusting his top hat as he walked out the doors and across the street.

He looked up, eyes scanning across the shop's sign and he narrowed them a bit. Noodle had been continuing to teach him how to read but of course, he still had a few issues.

"[Mispronounced version of name]'s blissful bakes." He muttered to himself before pushing the door open, the sound of a bell chiming above him as he did so.

"Welcome! Menu's right above me and you can order when you're ready." He heard a soft voice chirp.

He walked a bit closer, seeing a girl wearing a simple outfit with a white apron that had red hearts printed all over it. Her hair styled in [hairstyle]/wrapped up. She was mixing something in a bowl before turning around.

She turned her head to Willy and he had felt his heart stutter for a second when their eyes had met and a smile automatically grew across his face.

"Oh! You're the Willy Wonka, right?"

"The one and only, ma'am!"

"It's so nice to finally meet you!" She set the bowl down, walking back to the front counter as she held out her hand. "I'm [Y/n]."

Oh. That's how it was pronounced, he thought it seemed a bit odd when he said it out loud earlier.

He took her hand, turning it so he could place a soft kiss upon the back of her palm. "A pleasure! I can't believe we haven't talked yet!"

"I'm a homebody. I don't roam around town too much unless it's to get here or more ingredients." She answered and he had nodded.

"Well, I believe a warm Wonka welcome is far overdue."

"A warm Wonka welcome? Just what is that?" She asked, smiling a bit out of amusement.

"This!" Willy exclaimed, taking off his hat as reaching his hand into it and pulled out a chocolate bouquet of flowers even equipped with a chocolate bow.

[Y/n]'s eyes widened with surprise as she smiled and took them, surprised that they weren't sticky at all but felt as if they had been in the fridge.

She had broke off one of the petals from the chocolate rose, popping it into her mouth. She hummed in satisfaction as she grabbed another.

"Oh my god. This is the best chocolate I've ever had."

"Thank you! I get that a lot." Wonka smiled and she had giggled, taking another bite of the bouquet.

"Please, let me give you a warm welcome as well. Choose anything and it's on the house."

The brunette tilted his head, brows furrowing a bit. "Why would it be on your house?"

"Huh?" Her expression matched his confusion as she shook her head. "No- that just means it's free!"

"Ohhh." His eyes scanned the menu, there were a lot of choices he honestly felt a bit overwhelmed. He finally decided, pointing to it.

"What're you pointing at me for?"

"Can I not have you?" He asked, his tone a bit playful as he leaned against the counter with a smug smile.

"Why don't you pick something actually on a menu?" She giggled, rolling her eyes playfully and he chuckled.

"Alright, alright." He hummed. "How about one of your tarts? One with strawberries, blueberries and kiwis."

"Alright, one tart coming right your way."

#willy wonka #Wonka #wonka 2023 #wonka movie #willy wonka x reader #willy wonka x you #wonka x reader #wonka x you #wonka timothee #timothee wonka #timothee chalamet #timothee chalamet x reader

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celestialwhoree · 1 month

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hi!

could you write a soft (with a hint of spice) story about Simon or Konig where reader is in dire need of getting affection, but doesn’t want to bother them by asking?

please and thank you!! 🫶🫶

Of course I can!! Sorry for letting this gather dust in my ask box!! I keep meaning to go through my asks but I end up getting distracted and yapping!

mdni 🎀 mild nsfw

König doesn't pay you much attention as you sit curled on the worn couch in his office, trying to avoid the springs that dig through the old leather of the cushions, whilst simultaneously trying to get comfortable. At the beginning, the incessant snatching of his rudimentary biro on the obnoxious stack of forms occupying his desk had been soothing. You'd even managed to drift of for a snooze at one point, before being woken up by some sergeant barging into his office. Your positive mood has long since faded. You're hungry, having held out for the promise that he'd take you to your favourite restaurant as soon as he finished filling out his mission reports, said promise having been nearly three hours ago - and the stupid lights of his dingy office have you convinced that you've got a migraine coming on. "Shouldn't a colonel's office be a little nicer than this?" You hum, attempting to catch your boyfriend's attention, an attempt which is promptly thrown back out you when he gives a noncommittal grunt.

You manage to keep occupied with your own thoughts for another ten minutes before you're up on your feet, poring over the books on his shelf in an attempt to find something at least remotely engaging. Unfortunately, your boyfriend's literature is limited to weaponry and maps, neither of which you find particularly intriguing. Eventually you manage to find some dusty biography of some commander with a name you can't even pronounce, settling back on the couch to skim the pages for anything that may be of any possible interest. Unsurprisingly, it comes up naught. For a while, you try to settle with just resting, listening to the rhythmic sound of putting one to paper - a while being five minutes, and then you're at your wits end. König lets out a confused, slightly disgruntled huff as you plop yourself down on his lap, stuffing your face into the crook of his neck with a deep sigh. "Leibe-" He grunts, his pen dropping to the desk as he uses a hand to rub up and down your spine, suddenly sensing your frustration now that he's been ripped from the hyper-focussed state he'd been in. "Been ignoring me all day." You whine, aiming for him to take some pity on you. "You know I didn't mean to, my love." A massive hand stroking through your hair has you practically melting into him as he absently massages the nape of your neck with his strong fingers.

Apparently, having his attention isn't enough, because despite the hand alternating between brushing through your hair and soothing the muscles in his shoulders, you still find yourself grinding down on the sinewy muscle of his denim-clad thigh. "Needy thing." He coos as you rock your cunt back and forth over his tree trunk of a leg, blushing face hidden against his collar. He doesn't mind, of course, not at all. In fact, he gives a helping hand, gently bouncing his leg up and down as your hips cant needily against him, your panties slick soaked and see through as you get yourself off on his leg.

The minute you've finished, he's pressing affectionate, loving kisses to your head and rubbing the taut muscles of your back. "Next time you're bored, schatz, just tell me, hm?"

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inthefallofasparrow · 1 month

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Submitted by lone77

DIGGING CORPS - LOG 462/- Dispatch has officially confirmed I am now the single surviving member of Unit 77. Already knew, but whatever. Protocol states I am to join 76 or maybe those '9th Humboldt' hacks over at New Toiyabe. They better send a shuttle if they want me there. I'm not walking in this heat. For now, I'm just gonna don a ProxSuit and stare at the sun for a bit.

DIGGING CORPS - LOG 488/- Just been thinking about the last greenie we put through 'Seventh Trench'. With this Section of the unstate of Nevada being flatter than most between mountain ranges, the usual method of excavation, namely six parallel trenches in a row, is more pronounced and can be seen stretching way off across the desert to the horizon. The dig for this takes weeks to complete by several work teams within a unit. Whenever a new recruit arrives fresh from dispatch, by way of welcome, six of us take them to view the trenches, and claim we each individually dug one ourselves. Then we hand them a shovel and tell them they had until next morning to dig the seventh. Seems kinda cruel now, but as far as initiation rituals go it's pretty standard. Most of them give it their best to at least start on 'their' trench before the foreman inevitably chews them out for digging out of turn. We had a couple try to quit on the spot, which usually told us who we could trust. But the last recruit we had didn't say nothing. He just worked at it for hours. No technique about it, but he had heart, I guess. And when they do it in earnest, it's not nearly as funny. They found him collapsed from exhaustion around dawn. He was dead before they got him to the Mess tent. Don't think I ever knew his name. Didn't say a word. Pretty sure they still do it in other Sections, but that was the last greenie we put through 'Seventh Trench'.

DIGGING CORPS - LOG 491/- Spent some time at Canvas City. Traded out what I could to lighten the load. Got less than I would've liked for that amber earring I found at northern edge, but I guess it was only one of them, so I can't complain. Headed for New Toiyabe this evening. They said I could hitch a ride with Unit 79 as far as Iron Tank, but I'm on my own the rest. Just my shovel and yardstick for protection. ProxSuit's got a hole in the knee. Hoping I won't need it too much this time of year. They're made for digging, not hiking in. Wish I had a mirror. I hardly know myself.

#digging corps #lone77 #unreality

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rin-fukuroi · 2 months

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𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 [𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲]

Please do not translate or publish my works without my permission.

If you want to support me and read my other works that won't be on Tumblr, you can always do it on my Boosty~

Fandom: Honkai: Star Rail

Pairings: yandere!Sunday x fem!reader

Warnings: a bit of obsession and Sunday is the obvious stalker here, but no more triggers.

▶• ılıılıılıılıılıılı. Loluet - I beg you

Note: English is not my native language, so I apologize if there are errors in the text qq

It's so mean to eavesdrop on your thoughts*, but Sunday just can't stop.

You think he's pretty cute when he gives you another gift. You think his appearance is quite attractive for your taste. You think that the smell coming from Sunday, when he accepts your grateful embrace, is so exquisite, to match a man of his position. You think you'd probably feel safe near him.

You think Sunday is a little intrusive. You think he probably has a lot of fans, because he's so handsome. You think that the attention of a man with such a high position on Penacony is burdensome, because you are clearly not his match, so why does he continue to behave as if he is in love with you? You think that you are anxious near him, even though you cannot find any explanation for this feeling that suddenly arises in his presence.

Your thoughts warm Sunday's soul, and they also wound him to a nagging pain in his chest.

He really would like to stop doing this, but he's ready to give you the whole world. Even the dreams in which you are so happy, he'll bring that to life, if you only wish. It's probably corny to mentally promise a star from the sky just for you, but Sunday's ready to make the sky itself fall at your feet if this is the price for your smile. But you don't want any of this. You don't want him.

Why?

It's really so damn hard for Sunday. Helplessness, such disgusting helplessness torments him day by day, while he listens to your voice all day long, wanting to hear what you remember about him. But, as soon as the farewell separates the two of you, such useless thoughts fill your head, in which he has no place. And it's cruel. You're so cruel, but Sunday can't be mad at you.

How pathetic he must look, covering his own face with wings to hide the way his cheeks turn red and the corners of his lips lift in a gentle smile at the mere memory of how your honey voice pronounces his name. But this is not enough. Why not color your voice with brighter colors? Maybe… Red notes that give your tone of adoration and passion? You'll want him, and you'll get him if you just call. Playful pink notes will desire him with airy tenderness. Oh, how beautifully his name will shimmer on your tongue.

«It seems like I've been on Penacony for so long… It's worth coming home»

No, no, honey. Why go back to a place where he's not?

«He's looking at me so strangely again, as if he can read my mind…»

You have a great intuition, that's commendable. Sunday admires you even when his honor as a man and family member is at stake.

«Will Sunday be upset if he finds out that I'm leaving this place soon? Probably not»

Oh, darling, where did you get such thoughts in your lovely head? You're breaking Sunday's heart. How can he let you go? Dreams will lose their magic without you, this beautiful little world will lose light without your smile, the whole universe will lose its voice without the sound of your laughter.

«I guess I should just thank him for everything»

Don't mention it. Sunday would do anything for you. Tell him to rip the heart out of his chest, and he will present you with a bloody pulsating muscle in his palm.

— Y/N, — again this charming smile adorns the already perfect face of a man when he stretches out his hand bending over your figure. — Your hair is disheveled.

He can touch your hair, right? Of course he can. He hears a voice in your head, and you want the same thing, you just can't admit it even to yourself. It's an attraction between you and him… You have to feel it the same way Sunday feels it. He'll help you again, he just need to tweak your memories a little. You'll share with him all the feelings that Sunday experienced all the time spent with you. Desire him, love him, be there for him. That's all he can ask of you. It only takes his palm to touch your cheek…

The heat penetrates into the pores, permeates the skin, flows into the veins, spreading throughout the body until it captures the mind with rainbow waves blurring the eyes. And only the image of Sunday is so clear. You look into golden eyes that meet you with piercing gaze, and you see in them so much pain, torment, from which an unpleasant bitterness knits on the tongue. And then the sweetness. A cloying but airy sweetness. Every piece of sugar that gets into your mouth melts on your tongue, and for some reason an unfamiliar taste evokes so many memories that you seemed to be cruelly deprived of, and now they have returned to you, responding with a tremor in your chest.

«Y/N… listen to my voice»

You know him. This tenderness with which a man pronounces your name is so painfully familiar.

«You're happy here next to me, Y/N»

He's right, but why do his words seem so wrong to you…

«Touch me, Y/N, put your hand on my chest and feel my heart pounding. Just like yours… Aren't we made for each other?»

Of course. Of course, you're made. You can feel it. Soft pulsations touch the fingertips, beating off a sweet melody, so lulling and causing an irresistible desire… But what do you want?

«You're mine, Y/N. And I'm yours, forever»

Exactly. And how could you forget?..

It is so warm and cozy, as if beloved hands are pressing you to your heart, rocking you to an alluring lullaby, involving you in a sweet dream. And it doesn't matter at all if this dream is viscous and sticky, like a spider's web woven just for you. He'll take care of you if you just give up.

— That's better, isn't it?

«Has Sunday always been so… beautiful?» — what kind of strange thoughts are going through your head? Of course, always. The hours spent remembering how pleasant his wings are to the touch, how soft his skin is under your fingers, how pleasant the sound of your name escaping from his lips is, flash before your eyes, like a living reminder of the truth that lurks somewhere so deep, but lying on the surface, if you only dare say it.

You love him. You love him with all your heart, so long ago and so unconditionally that you feel ashamed that you dared to doubt the perfection of his face, the very sight of which is enough to make a muscle in your chest tremble.

The man notices your slight confusion, and grins melodiously.

— I mean the hair, — long eyelashes hang over the irises, shimmering with gold, when Sunday tilts his head to one side, not taking his eyes off you and continuing to smile charmingly.

— Oh, yes … thank you, — you awkwardly look away, and your cheeks involuntarily blush. — You know, I wanted to ask you something.…

The gold is covered with an icy crust, sharp and tingling skin, over which Sunday's gaze slides while you shift from foot to foot, trying to find words.

— Can I… stay here? — you hesitantly look up at the man with an innocent look, quietly uttering the last words. — With you…

«If only he didn't say no… I won't survive this…»

Oh, you're so lovely. Charming, charming, charming.

The ice is cracking, defeated by the vibrations of your sweet voice, which appeals so imploringly to Sunday. Isn't this happiness?

The tips of elegant long gloved fingers rest on your chin, lifting your head before a kiss touches your lips. So needy, oozing with obsession and love, with insane awe, which now seem so familiar to you, as if these feelings were always somewhere nearby, but burst into your heart only now, blooming like forget-me-nots somewhere deep in your chest.

«Don't ever ask again… My love», — it was never said out loud, but you managed to hear Sunday's velvety voice shamelessly invading your consciousness while his lips greedily but slowly devour yours. And you don't mind at all.

Your thoughts, one way or another, from now on will be filled only with him.

*Sunday is a representative of the Halovian species, one of the features of which is reading the thoughts of others, however, the ability to rewrite memories and, in principle, somehow influence the consciousness of another living being is not It is one of the abilities of this species. This ability of Sunday in this work is based on a completely plausible theory that he, like his sister, are Emanators of the Aeon of Harmony, because if we recall our first meeting with Family in the World of Dreams, then we can see how Robin is doing something similar, helping us with the "side effects" of the first immersion in a dream.

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shytastemakerthing · 5 months

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helloou if possible i would like to request headcanons for vil schoenheit with a mc fem who has a hard time pronouncing his last name "schonheit", she hid this at first until she decided it was better to ask his for help on how to pronounce it even though it embarrasses her~ (based on In real events, this anon still has a hard time pronouncing that German last name ;u;) thank yuu <33

Heyo! Thank you for your request! I also still have a rather difficult time trying to pronounce Vil's last name even after hearing it so many times!

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Prompt: Fem!reader who has a hard time trying to say Vil's last name

A/N: Requests are open!!

You are not the first person who has a hard time trying to pronounce Vil's last name and you certainly won't be the last.... he's used to it, to be honest.

No matter how many times you tried to practice his name, it just didn't sound right. It didn't sound like the right pronunciation, it didn't sound like others who knew how to say his name.

You practiced in the shower, in the mirror, when you were doing schoolwork, any available time that you had, you were practicing on how to say this man's name!

The only thing you have yet to do is ask him directly!

But that is the one thing you are trying to avoid for as long as possible. If other people are able to say his name so can you......

.........No you can't.

All the hours you spent practicing, the absolute butchering of his name despite said hours of practicing, nothing felt worse than finally confronting Vil during a conjoined moment where the both of you had time to yourselves.

And when you finally asked?

He had his own question, why wait this long before coming to him? Because let's face it, he already knew you had a hard time trying to say his last name, and he knew that you had been practicing trying to get it right.

He won't say how he knows (Rook) but he is glad that you finally came to him.

By the time you leave Pomefiore, you will know how to say his name to perfection, anything less would not reflect kindly upon him in teaching you his own name.

There had been so much that you had been through since arriving at NRC, but none of that amounted to the sheer dread and disdain that you felt as you managed to finally make it through the mirror that would lead you to Pomefiore.

You had spent hours.... weeks, even practicing over and over and over again, but no matter the effort, no matter how hard you tried, you could never get his damn name right.

By sheer luck, Vil had a moment to himself, a small window of free time and a small window of opportunity for you to finally ask him the one thing you were trying to avoid, and he seemed quick to notice your presence within his dorm, he always had. He would never outright admit it but he kept a closer eye on you than many others. After all, dating someone like him, he wanted to make sure that you were alright at all times. He could handle the comments that would come his way, and he would do what he could to shield them from you.

A smile was on that perfect face of his, allowing you into his room before his attention was to you.

"Now, what have I told you about the frowning? You're going to give yourself early wrinkles." Those soft hands of his gently tapped under your chin, in hopes of lifting said frown, oh, but it wouldn't budge, not with what you were about to ask him.

"Vil, I need to ask you something." It was more of a demand that left your mouth, and the slight curves of a smile came to his own.

Oh......

OH......

"About how to pronounce my last name? Before you ask, it was quite simple. Whenever you would go to call me Housewarden, you would pause when it came to my last name, among..... other sources. You are not the first person to not know how and you certainly won't be the last. Now, take a seat. By the time you leave, you are going to be able to say the Shoenheit name better than anyone else."

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maginxlia · 1 year

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Starring Tokyo Revengers Men In ✰ Dumb

Cast Line Up Bonten! Ran, Rindou, Haruchiyo, Mikey, Kakucho, Hajime and Current Shuji

Rated TV-MA

Minors This Isn’t For You

Summary ✰ When Your Man Pleasure You Until Your Brain Goes Dumb! Getting Intoxicated off that Good Pipe!

No pronouns up in here but the Reader has a Kitty

Ran Haitani

✰ Nothing this Man adores More than hearing you struggle to form a sentence while he pounds into your soft walls

✰ “Can't even form a sentence! Poor Thing! All undone On My dick” Ran says with a grin while he thrust deeper into you

✰ Cocky about how dumb he can make you with his dick and brags constantly to Rindou and Sanzu about it

✰ “I Keep Them dick drunk and fucked so stupid that the only thing they can remember is how good my dick makes them feel” Ran Laughs while Sanzu rolls his eyes and Rindou contemplates his life choices

✰ Has a competition with himself on how dumb he can fuck you and he takes it seriously

✰ Ran Has fucked you so dumb that your brain was numb for hours and he proud of the fact

The arch in your back was long gone as you couldn't keep your hips raised for Ran Not like he mind, Its his fault that your legs weren't working anymore as he laid his body weight on your back while he fucked you comfortably Dumb

Your ass bounced against him making the man groan as he fucked into your pussy, your body shivered with each thrust he blessed you with as you mumbled broken words into the air

“Fuk Ran Ahh Soooo G-Good in M-Me” You moaned while Ran laughed, “ Sorry Babe, the only thing I Heard was my name. Guess that brain isn't working right anymore because of this dick. hmm?” Ran Teased as he fucked you deeper into the mattress

His dick touching parts in you that only he could touch making you whine as his hands wrapped around your throat making you arch up against him “ I knew you had one more in you” Ran whispered into your ear as his lips brushed the shell of your ear

Your pussy began gripping him harder as you began cumming “Fuck. Brain Dumb but still able to grip me so good” Ran taunted while your body moved on its own against him, “Keep gripping me like this and you're going to make me cum” Ran could barely force out as your pussy held on to him tightly making him cum in you

“Fuck.” Ran whispered as he gave you two more strong thrusts before pulling out, “ I swear you are so beautiful fucked dumb and full of my cum” Ran said while admiring his work

Rindou Haitani

✰ Rindou's dick is leaking the Moment you can barely pronounce his name

✰ “You can't even say the name of the man who fucked you stupid. Now it's time for me to fuck some sense back into you” Rindou Teased as his fingers softly pinched your clit

✰ Rindou thinks you look like an angel under him with that hazy look in your eyes, Would record you if you let him

✰ His dick has an intoxicating effect on your poor brain better than any alcohol can

✰ Teases & fuck you just right to get those strong orgasms from you that leave you drunk and dumb off of him

✰ “Looks so perfect just fucked dumb by me” Rindou groans as he raised up your leg to fuck you better

Rindou's dick was deep in your velvet walls as he fucked you towards another orgasm, your hands could barely hold onto him as he fucked you slowly and deeply

Your pussy squeezing him so good making Rindou's eyes roll “Fuck. you got me about to cum deep in you before I can fuck you drunk” Rindou grunted before sucking on to your right nipple making you arch

His hips made sure his dick would find his target with the strokes he gave to your pussy he found your G-spot, Rindou fucked you greedily as he abused your G-spot making you scream into his shoulder as his dick got even more deeper

Your mouth was only able to let out a chorus of “ Ahhhs” as Rindou kept fucking you so good that the ability to form words was lost on you. The way your pussy was gripping him made him know you were close to cumming as he brought his hand down to play with your clit making you whine out a broken version of his name

Your orgasm made your body shake against Rindou and the mattress while He fucked you through your ecstasy as your pussy pulled his orgasm from him “Fuck. Feels so good around me” He groaned while thrusting into you three more times

“Not A thought in that Pretty Head of Yours Huh?” Rindou laughed as he pulled out of you and slapped your clit with his dick. “ Now let me take care of you” Rindou said he got up to get you something to drink

Haruchiyo Sanzu

✰ Haruchiyo loves to fuck you until you’re utterly dumb

✰ He eats you out for hours before dicking you down just to make your Brain Go good and numb from pleasure

✰ Your Broken words fuel him as your eyes roll in euphoric bliss

✰ No drug can make you high as Haruchiyo's dick make you

✰ “Aww. Babe is So Dumb for me but I bet I can make you dumber” Haruchiyo Teased as he toyed with your overstimulated clit

✰ He Is Dangerous! Man is a fiend for making your mind break from pleasure

Haruchiyo Has The Time and Energy to keep you fucked stupid for hours

Your Legs were pressed against your Chest as Haruchiyo fucked you into a senseless mess, His fingers toying with your nipples while he fucked you over the edge for the third time tonight

Your pussy was creaming on him as his dick stretched you so deliciously, His name fell from your lips like a prayer as all you do was clench around him

Your mind was lost as you watched him enter in and out of you making him chuckle “ My Poor baby brain is just gone right now. So Intoxicated by this dick.” He groaned while his hips rolled in a circle fucking you deeper than before

You watched him lick his hand before he palmed your swollen clit making you scream his name as his hand worked your clit so deviously making your hips move trying to keep up with his motions

You couldn't keep your eyes from closing as your pussy clenched hard around his dick while you came hard around him making him smile down at you, Haruchiyo grabbed your face making your eyes lock with his “That's what I want to see, those pretty eyes with nothing behind them. Just High off of me” Haruchiyo groaned while he fucked you through your orgasm

He wasn't far behind you cumming deep in you while you watched as he pulled himself free from your pussy, His hands holding your legs as he gently pulled you from the position he fucked you in

“Now for me take care of my brain numb Doll” Haruchiyo said before patting your left thigh as he left the bed to get you cleaned up

Manjiro Sano

✰ Manjiro loves making you drunk off his dick

✰ Knows he has the power to make your brain go numb and he abuses it every time he can

✰ Your eyes rolling in your head as Manjiro fuck the senses out of you makes him feel high

✰ Wants you on the bed fucked out of your mind and the only thing you can say is a weak ‘More”

✰ “So Pretty, all fucked out of your mind. Fucking love you” Manjiro says as he folds your legs to your chest to fuck you better

✰ Your Pussy creaming on his dick as you can't even speak coherently does something to the man

✰ “Gonna fuck you so dumb the only thing you can say is my name” Manjiro Grunts as His dick digs deep into your pussy

Manjiro stood on the bed while your legs were tightly wrapped around his hips as you used your hands to hold yourself up

Your arms struggle to hold this position as Manjiro fucked into you making your body tremble with each thrust, it didn't help that your brain was numb as Manjiro punished you for no reason other than to be Mean

“S-So S-So S-So” You could barely push out of your mouth as your fifth orgasm hit you hard making you lay down on the mattress, “So what Baby?” Manjiro teased you as he got knees to accommodate the new position

“Fucked so dumb you can't even tell me how good this dick making you feel” Manjiro Laughed as he got back to moving his hips, Thrusting up into your poor tired pussy making you whine with each one of his thrusts

“I know you can cum for me one more time” Manjiro said as his fingers toyed with your sensitive clit making your eyes roll back, Your body clenching around his dick so hard you could feel every vein on him as fucked into your pussy hard making your titties against the soft comforter

His fingers stayed on your clit as he used his free hand to hold your shoulder to keep you in place while he fucked every single thought out of you, all you could do was stutter out broken words as he fucked you towards your sixth orgasm of the night

Your pussy held him firmly as you came hard ‘So fucking tight. Holding me Like you don't want to let me go” Manjiro said as he fucked into you while his own orgasm came down on him. “Perfect you know that's what you are right??” Manjiro whispered in your ear before letting you lay on the bed

“I'll be back to carry you to the tub” Manjiro said he left you on the bed fucked out of your mind

Kakucho

✰ Kakucho Can't help the fact that he keeps you dick dumb and drunk

✰ His dick, Tongue and fingers pulling orgasms from your overstimulated pussy making your whole Body shake in his arms

✰ Those Over Sexed eyes you give while you say his name over and over keep his dick nice and hard

✰ He had an addiction to pleasing you and he can't help the fact that you get dumb from it

✰ “So Beautiful” Kakucho says while kissing your tears of pleasure away

✰ Words won't work for you after a hot session with Kakucho, His dick makes thinking a thing of the past after he gets done fucking you

You laid on your side while Kakucho was on his knees fucking into you as he held your leg up, your leg was trembling in his hands as he fucked your overstimulated pussy

Your moans were coming out as stammers while Kakucho's thumb played with your clit as you rolled your hips for more friction, “ M-More K-Kaku” You moaned while Kakucho obeyed you

“So Pretty. I'll Give you more” Kakucho groaned while adding more fingers to your clit making you scream as he rubbed your clit the way you love it, your words were incoherent as Kakucho fucked you dumber

His Hips not halting for a second as he fucked you so deeper with each thrust making your toes curl, You couldn't get your thoughts together as Kakucho's dick fucked you so good and stupid. Your pussy pulled him in as he fucked you into a bliss filled high before you knew it you were cumming hard around his beautiful dick

“Ahh K-Kaku” You forced out as he fucked you through your orgasm while your pussy milked his dick, “So perfecting. Taking me in and Milking me so good baby” Kakucho groaned as he came in you

“My Angel Brain just lost right now.” Kakucho said while slowly exiting you as he massaged your legs, “Now let me make you feel better” Kakucho said as he kissed your leg and got ready to give you aftercare while you just stared at him lovingly.

Hajime Kokonoi

✰ Hajime Loves to tease the hell out of you when he fucks you dumb

✰ His dick in you while he holds his platinum card in front of you “ Fucked so dumb you can't even grab Daddy's card from him, Sad!” Hajime says with a grin

✰ It's all jokes to him but he can't hide the fact that he cums harder when your sentences come out all broken or when you look at him with those blissed-out eyes

✰ Those eyes locking with his is enough for him to cum deep in you without hesitation

✰ You use this to your advantage to make him weak and make him regret teasing you

“I know I haven't fucked you that dumb” Hajime Teased you while you struggled to ride him with your weak knees

“Mhmmm Too m-much Koko” You said while shaking your head making Hajime scoff as he laid you on your back, “Guess I have to fuck what's left of the senses out of you” Hajime groaned as his dick got deeper in your pussy while pushing his hair back

His dick was pressed against your G-spot making you whine as he tied his hair up, “Be Patient baby” Hajime said before licking your chest as he began fucking into you, His dick constantly brushing that spot that makes your eyes well up with tears

Hajime fucked you so good making your entire body Shake with pleasure, you could feel every inch he gave to you as his dick got covered in your cream. “So fucking wet. So fucking tight” Hajime groaned as he pushed your right leg up

“Need to get deeper into you” He groaned as his hip moved fast pushing his dick so sweetly into your tender walls with each stroke, your shaky hands laid on his belly for leavage as you mewled under him making him look down on you “ Fuck. Those eyes looking at me like that. Gonna make me cum so hard in you” Hajime groaned while burying his head into your neck

He didn't let up with his thrusts as you came hard on his dick, Your eyes rolling back as you moaned out a mumbled mess of words. Hajime came while he fucked you through your orgasm making him shiver “I can never get over how good your pussy feels” Hajime groaned before kissing your lips

“Now let me draw your bath with your favorite luxurious soap hmmm?” Hajime says while letting his hair down and getting off the bed

Shuji Hanma (Bonus)

✰ Shuji's Goal is to fuck you dumb every time his dick slides into you

✰ Wants to fuck you so good that you forget how to speak and the only thing you can do is claw up his back

✰ “My Dick got you all delirious huh?? Just stupid while cumming prettily on my dick. ✰ The way I like it” Shuji Grunts while looking at your fucked out expression

Want your fucked out face burned into his memory

✰ Your fucked out expression is all the motivation he needs to fuck you dumb

✰ “I feel like You're not dumb enough yet. Guess I got to fuck you rougher then” Shuji teases while raising your hips off the bed

Your face was buried in the pillows as Shuji fucked into you, his dick beating your g-spot with each push of his hips making your pussy pulse around him

Your moans were muffled by the soft pillows making Shuji pull your head up “ I want to hear how stupid my dick is making you” Shuji grunted as he spanked your ass making you whine

You did your best to prop yourself up on your shaky arms while Shuji fucked the senses out of you, his dick bullied your pussy so well as tears of pleasure ran down your face

His long fingers pinched your nipples making your body writhe under him while he didn't let up from the pleasurable punishment he gave to your soft walls. You couldn't even mutter that you were close to cumming, the words were lost in your head

You came hard while screaming his name like a Mantra as Shuji fucked you through your orgasm before flipping you on your back with his dick still buried deep in you “Let me Look at Ya” Shuji said while studying your face

“You're dumb but not fucked dumb enough yet,” Shuji said as he held your legs open, “I'm gonna fuck you so dumb that you won't remember how to talk for days” Shuji teased as he went back to fucking you absolutely stupid

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yelspyder · 10 months

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Oiii,to muito feliz que tem mais escritores brasileiros no tumblr e queria muito pedir um hobie x reader onde o reader fala o nome do hobie de um jeito errado tipo como se tivesse falando hobby sem perceber mas ele acha fofo <33

˚‧⁺.-“Love is the magician that pulls man out of his own hat”

↳ summary: Hobie with an S/O who can't say his name properly

↳ characters: Hobie Brown

↳Gn! Reader

↳ notes: It's great to see more Brazilians here 😭 it's ironic how I can't say his name right either. well, let me know if you like it and thanks for asking.

Hobie laughs every time you get his name wrong. It was funny how you did that without realizing it many times. And it was cute how you blushed and apologized every time he pointed that out to you.

It was even better when you arrived tired after a day at work and just lay in bed while talking about your day, not noticing your own pronunciation failure. He would just lay next to you as he listened to you talk with a teasing smile on his face.

In the morning it wasn't much different. Groggy little words came out of your mouth as you tried to get his name right, and he loved that. Like you softly beg him to stay in bed with you longer, but he'll say 'I'll stay only if you pronounce my name right', but he would end up staying in bed a little longer as "a consolation prize".

You can be sure he's already given you a tongue twister like 'Do you know what Hobie's favorite hobby is?' or 'Hobie has a lot of hobbies, you know?' and many more things like that.

He thinks it's cute when you apologize for mispronouncing his name and even jokes about it, but if someone disrespects you for it, he can and will be all over them the moment they open their mouth and will demand an apology. He would never allow anyone to play with you for that.

If you felt really bad or insecure about it, all the pranks would be over in a moment and he would be by your side to reassure you. He would go on about how he doesn't care about it and even thinks it's cute, and that you absolutely shouldn't worry about it. It would end up with you flustered in the face as he leaves little kisses on your cheeks and makes little jokes to distract you.

He would also test how his name can be confused and find that this is a ready-made prank for you to pull on your friends. Like for example he would go up to Pavitr and start a conversation, until Pavitr ended up saying his name in a "wrong" way and he would complain to Pavitr about 'what friend doesn't even know how to pronounce my name right?', then Pavitr would doubt it and that's where you come in. Hobie would call you to prove that Pavitr mispronounced his name.

I mean, you might not even be able to pronounce his name right, but at the end of the day he finds it really endearing and cute and absolutely doesn't mind being called that.

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