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Call her now (Karina x Fem!R)

Just wanted to write something to open my year of writings!! Just had this idea and well... you will know more once you read it. Hope ya'll like it! 💖💖💖

Ps: thanks to each one of you who enjoy my works and engage with it. I really appreciate each one of you babies 🥹💖

cw: fingering, humping, fingering, strapons, a tad bit of voyeurism, yves is here too and she is an asshole, girl on girl action, swearing, aggressiveness, light stalking, possessiveness, nipple play, etc.

You always wondered what exactly what was that girl's job. She came in at the bank you worked for to deposit a lot of cash every week and you just asked for her ID and did the transaction, but those questions ate you alive. It wasn't anything illegal otherwise the bank wouldn't approve her transactions; Stripper? No, the bills are big and strippers usually get smaller ones thrown at them. 'Maybe she works something more expensive...' You thought for the 10th time as she left your work place with a small nod and a charming smile.

You were staring at your computer a week later, a complete wreck since you and your girlfriend broke up and your life turned upside down. She was obsessively trying to talk to you since then, following you everywhere. You were honestly not feeling very safe. but the only way you had was come into work like everyday. You still had to pay your bills after all.

You didn't even realized when Jimin sat down to the other side of your desk, her leather purse full of cash with her as always.

"Good afternoon" Her voice broke you off from your trance, making you slightly jump.

"Oh, jesus" You closed your eyes, startled.

"I didn't mean to scare you" She said. "I've been sitting here for about two minutes and you seemingly didn't see me" Polite and cold as always, but this time she scanned you.

You felt the need to hide from her sharp gaze, run away. You knew you probably looked a mess and you didn't want to appear like that in front of the yoo Jimin.

"Are you okay?" You lowered your eyes, shy as ever and she stared at your buzzing phone. You turned the screen down.

"yes, thank you for asking" You smiled, fixing your glasses on your face and trying your best to keep your composure to 1: not melt at how intensely she was staring at you and 2: not lose it because of the many times your ex has called you since your client was in front of you.

"Bad ending?" Jimin said, once again taking you from your own mind. A simple transaction that supposedly would take less than five minutes was taking way longer.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Your phone buzzed about 6 times already and before you turned your screen down I saw a trash can emoji followed by 'Ex'" She leaned against the chair, her brown overcoat slightly opening and revealing a black leather dress under it. You gulped, looking away. "So I imagine someone is wanting another chance"

"Uh... yeah" You looked at your computer screen again, finishing her transaction. "Apparently she can't take no for an answer" You said, closing your eyes and mentally slapping your forehead. Too much information.

"She?" Jimin smiled, amused. You gave her the deposit receipt and she got up. "Glad to know I have a chance" She smiled, turning away and stopping at your office's door. "Have a good day, Ms" And she left without waiting any response from you.

You spent the rest of your day thinking of what she said. Was it possible? That woman could be described as a doll, an angel, anything but human and well, not that you thought you were ugly but she was another level of pretty. Your phone buzzed again, but this time you picked it up since you were leaving the bank.

"I told you I don't wanna talk to you" You sounded stern but deep down you were scared. Ha Sooyoung could be menacing when she wanted to.

"But I wanna talk to you" You heard her voice loud and clear right behind you. You turned around and of course she was there, leaning against her motorcycle. That fuckboy attitude present as ever.

A few days prior that would be considered attractive, now it just added to how juvenile her mind could be. Looking back she never took you seriously, you were the least on her priorities but you were too enamored with her to realize all that. Only when she broke up with you saying she needed to "get her freedom back" you came back to your senses.

"please baby, why are you being like this?" She stepped forward so fast she caught your hand without you even realizing. "I said I'm sorry, I wasn't in my right mind" Her eyes scanned you, her nostrils slightly moving as she took in your scent. "I miss you in my mouth" She whispered and your legs almost gave up. Sex with her was really good, another reason for you staying with her for so long.

"First of all, take your hands off of me" You gritted your teeth, pulling your hand away from her grip. "Second: I don't care how much you miss me, I am not going back to you because I can't deal with your indecisiveness anymore, so please leave me alone" You tried to turn around but she held you again.

"Are you going to tell me you don't miss me? Me? The one who taught you what pleasure is?" She sounded more like a jerk than ever. "I know your body with the back of my hand baby..." She got really close to you, everyone that passed you two staring a bit. "You can't find anyone better than me" She spat, letting your arm go in a pushing motion.

It hurt your ego more than your arm have her saying that to you, specially because she knew you very young and inexperienced.

"Hello love, I was waiting for you" You heard her voice before seeing her. Out of nowhere jimin had her arm around your waist, pulling you in for a kiss. You were on your tippy toes because of the height difference, her lips firm against yours as it lasted a few seconds. She let go of you with a smile and soon you heard the other one clearing her throat. Jimin's eyes darkened a bit, defiant. "Who is this, love?" She continued the act and you knew you were profusely blusehd.

"She is..."

"I am her girlfriend" Yves said, pulling your arm and you pulled it back to make her let go of you.

"Oh, is she the trashy ex we were talking about?" Jimin showed her teeth in an imitation of a smile, 'whispering' to your ear. "Oh yeah, not worth it at all" Loud enough for yves to hear. The woman was so astonished she couldn't even think of a proper reply when the taller woman held your hand and you took off with her, taking you to her car. You knew it was a porsche due to your ex's obsession with those fancy cars.

She opened the door for your surprised self, delicately closing it behind you and going around to enter the vehicle. Turning the engine on she waved goodbye to yves (who still had her jaw dropped) and took off.

You were just so surprised that no sound came out of you for a few minutes as you saw the city in a flash of lights due to her speed. She noticed your surprised face, of course.

"You can breathe now" She said, side eyeing you and your pencil skirt, your glasses on the tip of your nose.

"Oh, yeah..." You finally allowed yourself to move. After a moment of the most awkward silence ever known to men you spoke. "Thank you for that..." You started, looking at her direction for one millisecond before blushing too hard. She was so attractive it was maddening. "You didn't have to lie to cover for me..." Your voice sounded small.

"I didn't lie" She stared at you now, turning her head at your direction with her hand still on the steering wheel.

"What do you mean?" You blurted out.

"I was waiting for you to get off work so I could take you home" She stared ahead. You were silent for a moment, thinking.

"You waited for hours just to take me home?"

"Yes"

"That's insane. Weren't you bored?" You said feeling bad for her waiting for you all that time.

"The thought of you entertained me" She half smiled at you.

"What... You are a natural sweet talker" You said, honestly amazed, trying to sound offended but of course you sounded playful.

"I'm a pro at it, love" She kept staring at the road, her side profile prettier than anything you've ever seen. "My place or yours?"

"W-what?" You gripped the side of your skirt, wetness already seeping through your panties with just that question. Jesus, that woman was hot.

"If you wanna go to your place its understandable, I'll gladly take you there and we can grab dinner another time" Her right hand let go of the steering wheel and she placed it on your thigh, looking intensely in your eyes. "If you come with me to my place we are going to fuck all night and tomorrow I'll drop you off at work if you'd like"

You stared at her for an eternity, a million thoughts going through your mind. You thought of saying no; excuses and excuses flowing through your head. You opened your mouth, her warm hand in your thigh making your panties damp.

"Your place"

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The lights turned on as soon as you stepped inside; actually, as soon as she stepped inside because now she had your legs trapped behind her back, her hands holding you by the ass and your clothed core grinding hungrily against her stomach. You moaned against her lips when your back finally met the wall and you could really feel the weight of her body against yours.

Her tongue felt so good against yours it was really insane. How did that woman learn how to kiss like that? You tried to chase her lips again when she moved away from yours, whining when she ghosted them over yours just to teasingly smile. You rolled your eyes, scratching her shoulders under the brown overcoat.

Without much effort she kept her way to her bedroom with you on her lap, still holding tightly on her shoulders. She carefully placed you in her bed, straightening her back to look at you, her head cocked to the side like a curious feline as she measured you up and down. To your beautiful face and swollen lips, a mean smile on her lips.

"Fuck I wanted this so bad, love" She crawled to you, your panties were ruined at this point.

For some reason you didn't feel shy at all; not shy, not nervous... anything. You only felt wanted. No, not wanted. You felt needed.

She swiftly pulled you by the ankles, placing herself between your legs and staring from your face to the wet path on your underwear, a glint of arousal visible on her face too.

"you are so beautiful, fucking hell" You throbbed when she said that, her voice raspy and low as if she was speaking to herself and not entirely to you.

"Says the actual goddess over me" You bit your lip, embarrassingly out of breath.

"yet you never seemed to be interested in me" She pulled you by the nape, kissing you hungrily while unbuttoning your blouse all the way down, her fingertips grazing your tummy and making you whimper. "I usually don't go for anyone but I need to have you" she pushed you again to lay down, her tongue swirling against yours made your pussy throb like crazy.

Her tongue and teeth never stopped their assault on your lips, all you could do was whimper and scratch her arms when she traced her fingers down to your drenched cunt. You gasped when she touched your hard clit over the fabric, biting her lip a little too hard.

"Jimin, oh god" Was all you managed to say when she circled your clit a couple of times, rolling your hips each time they moved.

"yes princess, keep calling my name while I make you feel good" She lowered her assault to your neck, knowingly that would give you at least one hickey, smiling when you held her arm to keep it from going away.

It felt too good, and too much at the same time. You body felt feather like and the way she moaned while her hand kept working on your clit made you start convulsing, not really understanding why the fuck were you already cumming when with your ex you only could do it by penetration and clit stimulation.

"jimin, t-too much" you started saying but she kept rubing your swollen clit, a particularly harsh bite making you tip over the edge, squirting all over your panties and her hand. You kept rolling your hips, coming down from your high. "I've never squirted before..." You knit your eyebrows together, a bit surprised.

"Fuck, that useless asshole never made you squirt?" she devilishly smiled, biting her lower lip. She sat on her heels, pulling her dress over her head, her big breasts fully on display now as she quickly undressed you as well, pulling your dripping panties from you with and audible moan. "fuck now I want you squirting all over me" She kissed your thighs, placing herself between them to kiss your mound.

"No, it's your turn..." Pulling her to kiss you again, you thought how much you wanted that woman to be lost in you. "let me touch you, please. I don't really know how to but I wanna make you feel good" You stared into her brown eyes, her doll like features a bit more prominent from up close. She touched your face with her knuckles and that alone made you melt.

Nine times out of ten you bottomed with your ex, which didn't teach you a lot in the matters of being a top. She understandably nodded, softly smiling at you.

"Of course, love" She kissed you again and now you finally had the chance to do something instead of only let her do them to you. "It's okay, take your time" She patiently cooed and you shivered. That was arousing, oh so fucking hot.

You flipped her to be under you, straddling her hips and moaning against her skin when your boobs touched hers. She rolled her eyes and you quickly realized that was a soft spot for her, so you trailed your way down with your tongue, latching on them.

"oh, fuck" She pulled your hair a bit when your lips connected to her nipple. "Harder princess, no need to be soft with me" Jimin said, giving you directions and you clenched around nothing thinking of how hot that felt one more time.

Just now you understood how patience was something you needed in a partner. That guidance and lack of judgement... It gave you a boost of confidence.

You pulled on her nipple with a soft 'pop' and she whined, her eyebrows knit together as she rolled her eyes.

Her hips rolled on their own against yours and you ended up moaning too, sucking harshly on her right nipple while pinching the other. You started to grind down, her clit and yours perfectly grazing each other on that sinful position. She closed her eyes, tossing her head back and holding your hips to bump her clit on yours better while you kept working on her boobs.

"This feels perfect princess, k-keep going" Jimin managed to say between broken moans, the skin slapping sound loud and clear that somebody was fucking.

You were both so wet you could feel it between your legs every time she pushed your hips up to pull them down again against hers. You felt her tightening her grip. Time went both slow and fast, it was insane how turned on you were even by the lightest of touches coming from her.

"I'm gonna cum in your pussy baby, fuck fuck fuck" She gripped even harder, leaving her hand prints on your hips, deeply breathing with her eyes closed, your shiny eyes looking up at her in the most adorable way ever. You looked down to where you were connected and you could literally see how you both creamed on each other.

Coming down from her high jimin smiled at you, pulling you up for a deep kiss. Your heart was thrumming in your ears, that kiss alone making you feel things you didn't feel for the longest time, maybe never.

"Are you feeling okay?" She kissed your neck with you still straddling her and you hummed in response. "Good" She sat down, kissing your lips even more fervently than before, pushing on hand between your bodies to finally touch your pussy. "You are soaked, love" You rolled your eyes, hugging her shoulders when two of her fingers invaded you in one go. "Let's take care of that, hm?" She touch your spongy spot, pumping her fingers hard in and out of you.

You heard your cellphone buzz inside your purse somewhere but not that it mattered now that the most beautiful woman you've ever laid your eyes on was literally fucking you hard enough to take your breath away.

"Can't she take a hint?" She said through gritted teeth, speeding up her pace.

"She'll stop..."You managed to say between a moan. "Eventually" She rolled her eyes.

"God, her insistence makes me wanna fuck you even more" She bit your lip. "Makes me wanna strap you down just so you can call her while calling my name" She said, knuckles deep inside you.

The temptation was too much, the thought of you doing such dirty thing making you clench viciously on her fingers.

"Oh, you want that" She growled, her fingers going to a full stop as she pulled them out of you, taking both to her lips and sucking it to gather your taste on her tongue. "I won't take long" She kissed you and got up. "Pick up your phone and wait for me with your legs open" She commanded.

"Y-yes, ma'am" She went to her closet and you quickly fished for your phone in your purse. In fact, a few missed calls from Sooyoung.

Jimin came back wearing a harness with a strapon, putting on a condom on the big thing. For safety reasons, you assumed.

"And your phone?" She asked, eyes glued on yours.

"She isn't calling anymore..." You said a bit out of breath when she knelt between your legs pulling you to her and laying on her stomach. Her tongue swirled between your folds and your clit, ripping a gutural moan from you. "Jesus"

"Call her now" She said, slurping on your juices. Her tongue in and out of you while her nose bumped your clit.

You did as she said, gripping on the phone for dear life when she turned you around placing you in all fours for her, holding your hips with one of them to play with your folds with the tip of the strap, slapping your clit a few times to make you jolt. Finally the other side of the line picked up.

"Where the fuck are you?" She practically shouted and finally jimin slipped in taking you by surprise and you did your best to swallow the sinful moan you were about to let out.

"I am not at my ap- fuck" You let out when she gave you a particularly hard thrust, the whole thing slipping inside you.

"You look beautiful like this, baby" She said loud enough for Yves to hear.

"What the fuck is going on? Where the fuck are you? I swear to god-"

Jimin picked up pace pulling you into her, your face completely smashed against the expensive sheets as you babbled some incoherent words. She picked the phone from your hand, never stopping what she was doing.

"Oh, hi" Her voice sounded poisonous, her free hand slapping your ass with force and making you cry out. "She is a bit busy now..."

"Jimin, please" You cried out loudly, completely forgetting anything else, the toy hitting your womb was too much to handle. "Please I'm gonna cum, please don't stop" you bit the back of your fingers, the urge to cry getting stronger by the second every time she pounded you.

"WHAT THE FUCK-"

"No need to scream, friend" She pulled you by the hair, your body now completely against hers now. "She is mine now, can you hear that?"She lifted the phone while slamming the dick inside your hole to make your moans even more audible for the other woman. "Bye bye" She said to your screaming ex, throwing your phone on the bed and finally hugging you against her. "I knew it was worth the wait..." She licked your ear lobe then your neck, reaching her hand to your clit, thrusting hard as you came screaming, squirting again all over her legs.

She kept the pace, humping the toy up while holding you for a long while. Her embrace felt strong and protective in some way.

Oh you were doomed.

When she finally took it off you fell onto the bed, limp and sweaty and so wet. She took it off, hugging your limp body and pulling you to lay on top of her on her chest and kissing your forehead, then lips taking in your scent.

"Are you feeling okay?" She said after a while.

"I'm feeling light as a feather" You nudged on her neck, feeling somewhat protected. She was warm and passionate and you really liked that. (authors note: Karina is a fire sign after all)

You finally looked around, taking in the luxurious place you were at.

"Can I ask you something?" You said and she hummed. "Don't get me wrong but I've been dying to ask you..." You placed your chin over your hands on her chest, puppy eyes looking up at her. "What do you work with?" You said making her burst out laughing. After a while she finally managed to pull herself together, looking at you.

"I am a professional domme, love" She said and you went 'Oh'. "Does that bother you?" She asked and you quickly shook your head no.

"No that's not it..." You said. "Now I'm just really thinking... are you taking any applications? I could be an intern..." She laughed out loud, caressing your hair.

"Well I am looking for a business partner..." She pulled you in for a kiss. "But you need to take some mandatory classes first" Her tongue swirled against yours and you whimpered. "Are you still interested?" She said, smiling against your lips.

"Oh you can be sure I'll be the best student you've ever had..." You sat again over her pussy, slightly grinding down and you both moaned, searching for that satisfaction one more time.

Your phone buzzed the whole night until it ran out of battery...

#gxg smut #aespa smut #yoo jimin #yoo jimin smut #karina smut #karina aespa smut #karina x fem!reader smut #female reader #ha sooyoung #yves

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darkwolf989 · 12 days

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Can I request a girl dad Vox where his teenage daughter is going through her emo phase. at the same time going through puberty, and she's just at that stage where she's like "I hate you all" and it really hurts Vox because she's always been her little girl and maybe it ends with them making up and just being goofy like watching her favorite movies. Like super daddy's girl esk until then and his world just stops when she starts pulling away. I LOVE GIRL DAD VOX.

This was such a fun request! Thanks for sending!! <3

The attitude shift came overnight. Vox couldn’t pinpoint exactly when his daughter changed her nail polish from pink to black, or when she started to wear only the black pieces from her wardrobe. But he could absolutely remember the first time she snapped at him over a simple question. As she left the breakfast table and slammed the door shut behind her, Vox looked to Valentino and Velvette for guidance.

“She’s growing up,” Velvette said through sips of her coffee. “Just be patient. Let her come to you and give her space.”

And so, Vox tried. I mean, honestly, he really did try. He let every snarky response, every too loud blast of music pass. Hell, the morning she woke up and poured herself a cup of coffee he almost blew a gasket. She was sixteen, she didn’t need coffee, he started to say, but Valentino cut him off and guided reader back to the kitchen.

“Cream and sugar, little princessa, will help you get used to the taste,” Valentino said gently.

Vox heard her mutter something he couldn’t quite make out but her tone certainly sounded rude. He stood up to scold her but Velvette grabbed his hand.

“Pick your battles, Vox. This isn’t it.” Velvette said. “It’s only a phase.”

And so he gave her as much freedom as he felt he could while still being an active, involved parent. He kept on top of her grades and gave her the space she demanded and he thought for sure that respecting her privacy would get at least an “I love you Daddy,” on occasion. The most he got from her was a slightly less intense look of disdain every time he asked a question or a task of her. It seemed to him Daddy’s Little Girl was no longer.

The hair dye was the final straw. Pretty brunette turned box dye black in a matter of hours. A bathroom splattered with splotches of black and a sink stained so badly Vox was sure it would never come out. Her beautiful brunette hair was now an odd shade of gray. He felt his anger grow as he saw the remnants of her activities and with a yell, he grabbed her by the hand and pulled her downstairs to Velvelettes studio.

“Where did you even get this?” Vox asked in frustration as he watched Velvette’s assistant try to scrub the stains from behind her ears. “And why? You had such pretty hair!”

“Why does it matter?” She snapped. “I can do what I want with my body. You can’t stop me.”

“I never said you couldn’t! But you have an entire salon two floors below your bedroom, why didn’t you just say something?” He asked in exasperation as Velvette walked over.

“Because it’s my body! I just wanted to do something on my own for once without everything questioning me!” She screamed.

And then she burst into tears. Vox could feel his heart breaking at the sound and pushed the assistant away as he pulled her into his arms. He expected her to push him away, but instead she leaned into his shoulder and cried.

“And now I’m ugly, and my hair sucks and I just, I just…” she let out a hiccuping sob.

Vox recognized that noise. Even in her teenage years, that cry hadn’t changed. He pressed his hand to the back of her head gently, ignoring the leftover streaks of dye that stained his hands.

“Hey, hey baby girl. It’s alright, Auntie Vel will get your hair fixed up,” he said as soothingly as he could.

Velvette glanced up from behind the counter and took her place behind the chair. She gave Vox an encouraging look.

Vox took a deep breath. Pick my battles, he thought to himself as he held his not so little girl anymore.

“And I’m sure she’ll dye it black if that’s what you really want,” he conceded finally.

Another sniffle from the face tucked into his shoulder.

“Really, you’d let me do that?” She asked as she leaned back and rubbed at her eyes.

“Only if you promise never to use box dye again,” he replied lightly. “The bathroom is a mess. We might have to repaint the entire thing.”

She let out a ghost of a smile and he gently dabbed her eyes.

“There there. No more tears. It’s okay.”

“Daddy? Can I ask you something?” She asked as Velvette quietly took her place behind the chair and began to work her way through the half brunette streaks of hair.

“Anything, sweetheart.”

“Can…can we redo my room? I don’t want it pink anymore.” She said softly. “Please don’t be mad.”

He could feel his heart breaking for the second time that day, this time for an entirely different reason. She thought he would be mad at her? He tried to think back to when she would get that idea and quickly concluded now wasn’t the best time to analyze his own behavior. Not when he had those pretty blue eyes watching him, waiting desperately for a response.

“Sure baby girl,” he replied with a kiss to her forehead. “How about we get your hair fixed up and then you and I can do some shopping and redesign the whole thing together tonight? How’s that sound?”

Her eyes lit up. “That would be amazing! Thank you, Dad!” She stood up from the chair threw her arms around him.

Velvette gave Vox an approving smile.

“Alright then you two, let's get to work so you guys can go have some fun!” She said cheerfully.

A few hours later, Vox watched as reader admired her reflection in the mirror. Somewhere, it pained him that she wanted to run so far in the opposite direction. He wondered what he had done to lose her trust.

“Don’t take it personally,” Velvette said softly to Vox as he watched reader run her fingers through her hair. “She’s just trying to find her place in the world.”

“What do I do about the bedroom? I can’t have it all black, it would look awful.” He replied, “but unless I give in…”

“Boundaries, Vox. It’s a reasonable give and take. Sure, painting her entire room back would look awful. And It’s okay to hold an expectation and come to a compromise. Some part of her still wants to know you care about her. She’s just testing her limits. All teenagers do.” Velvette added. “But I would start with designing together on one of you computers and go from there.”

Several hours, zero tears and one phone in pizza order later, Vox and reader sat on the couch. For the first time in a long time, reader was in hysterics as they watched her favorite movie together.

“Hey, Dad?” She asked once she collected herself enough to speak. “I love you.”

Vox tried to keep his cool, but his heart soared. “Love you too,” he replied. He leaned over and kissed her forehead. “No matter what happens, I’ll always be your dad.”

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steddiealltheway · 1 year

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Part 7 (holy crap) of Meet Ugly :) Part 1. Part 6. AO3 Link. I have to put less links because tumblr said so :(

Eddie decides that making Steve laugh is one of his favorite things he’s ever done. “You’re telling me that Dustin’s birthday is ‘soon’ when it’s actually in two months?!” Eddie laughs exasperatedly.

“Two months is soon!” Steve tries to argue.

“Two days is soon. Two weeks is barely soon. Two months is not soon.” Eddie twists his phone cord around his finger, nose scrunching when it gets a bit too tangled.

“Two years is not soon. Two months is pretty soon.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s not how birthdays work, Steve.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s not how you work, Eddie,” Steve lamely shoots back.

“Good one,” Eddie says with a snort. He untangles the cord and wraps his hair around his finger instead. He wonders what Steve is fiddling with on the other end - if he fiddles with stuff while he talks. He probably does or talks with his hands even when no one can see him.

“What are you think about?” Steve questions across the line, so close but so far.

Eddie answers without thinking, “Wondering what you’re doing with your hands.”

“What-”

“Oh my god. Not- Not like that. I mean... When I was picking the lock you talked with your hands a lot, and I was wondering if you are now. Because I’m playing with my hair and you’re...”

“Playing with nothing on this end,” Steve jokes easily.

Eddie’s cheeks turn bright red, and he clears his throat. Gosh he’s out of practice when it comes to these things. Friend things. Very friendly things. Just friends. “Good one,” Eddie says chest slightly tight.

“I’m honestly fixing my hair in the mirror every few minutes. Robin calls it an obsession, and maybe it is because who is even here to see it?” Steve easily changes the question and brings it out of flirtatious territory. Which is a lot of what Steve has been doing for the past few days now.

Eddie thinks Steve is just flirtatious by nature but kind and aware enough to sprinkle it in every so often, never pressuring Eddie to flirt back or forward enough to scare him away.

He’s perfect.

A perfect friend. Which is exactly what he needs when Brian’s pile of belongings – aka shit – is still sitting untouched in a dusty corner of Eddie’s living room. He’s secretly hoping a spider or two crawl in the stuff and lay some eggs.

“You okay?” Steve questions gently.

Eddie sighs. “I need to get rid of Brian’s stuff.”

“Robin and I have a firepit in our backyard.”

Eddie laughs at the idea. He would be lying if the thought of burning his ex’s things didn’t cross his mind more than once. “I think it’s probably bad for the environment, and your neighbors would likely hate you.”

“My neighbors are most definitely listening to our conversation through the wall right now and trying to plan a way to crash the bonfire. At least one of them is and then translating to the other.” Eddie will never cease to be amazed by the random things in Steve’s life. Steve continues, “So what are you planning to do with his things? Cut little holes in his clothes? Wash his things with toilet water? Put very fine glitter in all his things? It’ll never come out.”

Eddie lays back on his bed and stares at the ceiling, eyes slightly wider than they were before. “Remind me to never piss you off.” Steve laughs. “But actually, I’m thinking of doing the cruelest thing of all...” Eddie trails off, voice deep and full of suspense. He can practically hear Steve hold his breath on the other line. “Nothing.”

He can hear the breath Steve lets out on the other line. “Nothing?”

“Yeah, think about it. You’ve terribly wronged an ex and your last memory of him was when he threw a mug at you as you ran out the door.” Steve lets out a startled chuckle which makes Eddie smile as he goes on. “You’re assuming he did the worst. Maybe put some itching powder in old boxers, burned a few things... And you’re prepared for that. But then...”

“Nothing. You look through every single item, anticipating something is wrong with at least one of them, but there’s nothing but paranoia,” Steve finishes for Eddie.

“Exactly!” Eddie says with an enthusiastic point towards the ceiling.

“Remind me to never piss you off. That’s brilliant, Eddie.”

Eddie’s heart skips a beat or two; maybe he will never get used to Steve’s compliments either.

Steve yawns. Eddie glances towards the clock, noticing it’s already in the AMs. “Okay, it’s time for bed, Mr. Harrington.”

Steve groans on the other line. “Does it have to be?”

“If you want to survive the middle school drama and hormones, you need sleep and you know it,” Eddie reasons with him.

“But maybe I enjoy talking to you and can risk a few minutes of beauty sleep?” There’s another voice on the other line than Eddie can vaguely hear yelling at Steve that sounded something along the lines of “Gross!” Then there’s something trying to muffle the line as Steve yells back at Robin to go to bed. Why are you awake? Eddie snorts.

“Sorry about that,” Steve says clearly into the phone.

“You’re good. But I was thinking...” since the first day Steve called but he won’t tell him that, “we should hang out. We can go to that store and get Dustin’s dice before it’s two weeks before his birthday and you’re losing your mind. Maybe get something to eat.”

“I would love to,” Steve responds stifling a yawn.

“How about you meet me after Mike’s guitar lesson again? Or we can call tomorrow night and figure out a time?” That would make it six nights of calls in a row.

“I like the sound of that. And you’re sure I can’t get you to stay on the line for a few more minutes?”

Eddie rolls his eyes, knowing this to be a strange ongoing staple to their night routine, “Goodnight, Steve.”

“Goodnight, Eddie. Sleep well.”

They both stay on the line for a few more moments, neither wanting to hang up. Eddie eventually gives in after whispering “goodnight” again. He puts the phone back and stares at his ceiling wondering how soon is too soon to seriously fall for someone and move on.

-:-:-:-:-:-

“What is Mr. Harrington doing here again?” Mike complains as he makes his way out of the practice room.

Eddie’s eyes land on Steve and his heart thuds. “I invited him.”

Mike looks between Eddie and Steve and asks, “Him?” As if it’s the most disgusting thing he’s ever thought of.

“What about him?”

“You like him of all people,” Mike says again, and really Eddie wonders what Steve did to piss the kid off although considering Steve teaches gym class... that’s explanation enough.

Eddie looks down at Mike unimpressed. “We’re friends.”

“That’s what Nancy says about her and her one friend, but they’ve been looking pretty cozy,” Mike huffs hefting up his guitar case and stalking off towards Nancy who is once again occupied by Robin looking totally enraptured in whatever she’s saying.

Steve stares on from a distance, smiling softly at his best friend. Eddie wants to pry about the Nancy and Robin situation, but he knows it would be a shitty thing to out someone. Maybe he can pry and play matchmaker later on though. He just hopes Robin and Nancy are the ones getting cozy with each other.

“Hey,” Steve says, startling Eddie out of his thoughts. “You okay?”

Eddie nods his head and genuinely smiles which has Steve grinning in return. “Ready to leave and escape Keith’s endless staring?”

“Keith?” Steve questions with an adorable tilt to his head.

Eddie leans in and whispers, “The guy at the register who will stare blankly into the depths of your soul. You have been warned.”

A slight flush appears down Steve’s neck, and wow, if that isn’t an ego boost. Friendly thoughts Eddie... He looks up at Steve who is... having a showdown with Keith who in turn is looking slightly uncomfortable under Steve’s gaze – an entirely welcome change.

Eddie glances towards Keith and catches the exact moment he gives in, giving Steve an uneasy frown before heading towards the backroom. “Steve Harrington, you have secret powers.”

Steve shrugs, “I just have experience dealing with middle schoolers with the same disinterested yet slightly invasive look. It’s fun to give them a taste of their own medicine if they start making people uncomfortable. Plus, I didn’t like the way he was looking at Nancy earlier.”

Eddie speaks without thinking because teacher Steve apparently does something to his filter. “I would’ve failed if you were ever my teacher.”

“Why is that?”

“I would never stop staring,” Eddie explains and realizes this is blatant flirting, and Steve is looking a bit too pleasantly surprised at the hole Eddie has dug himself in. He tries to reason himself out of this mess, relying on his great ability to lie under pressure. “Because of the challenge... I wouldn’t give in...”

“Right,” Steve says trying to hold back a smile while locking eyes with him. Eddie looks away quickly. Shit.

Eddie is not a good liar under pressure.

When he glances back up sheepishly, Steve has broken out into a grin. “Come on, let’s head out to the place you were telling me about,” Steve suggests because he’s an angel.

Eddie glances over to where Robin and Nancy are waiting alongside Mike at the door. “Is Robin coming with us? I wouldn’t mind, really,” Eddie rushes to clarify. Goddamn, where is his smoothness and charm?

“Nah, she’s having a girl’s day with Nancy,” Steve explains, going to the group and saying his goodbyes. Mike looks like he’s on the verge of rolling his eyes until they go wide, recognizing something outside.

“Will’s here! Bye!” Mike yells, practically sprinting out of the store with the guitar case in hand as if it weighs nothing. The four of them watch as he throws it in the trunk of the car parked outside and rushes to climb in the back.

Eddie holds back a chuckle, and he sees Nancy doing the same. He hopes she’s as astute and supportive as she seems, but one can never really know in Hawkins. He says his goodbyes to the ladies and follows Steve out of the store. He wishes he could reach out and intertwine their fingers, but the wishing has almost nothing to do with the homophobia in Hawkins and more to do with Eddie holding back.

In person, with the corners of Steve’s eyes scrunching up every time he laughs at one of Eddie’s terrible jokes and seeing rather than just hearing Steve mess with his hair, Eddie is beginning to question why he’s holding back.

When they get to the gaming shop, Eddie guides Steve towards the section specifically for dungeons and dragons. They find the dice sets quickly, and Eddie helps him dig through them trying to see if there are any like the one he drew up. His eyes land on a set towards the back, and he quickly grabs them and holds them out to Steve.

They’re not exactly what Eddie drew but the fire resemblance is stronger and honestly, Eddie thinks they look pretty badass. Steve glances at the dice and back up at Eddie for a moment, he glances around the near empty store before tugging Eddie close to him. Arms wrap around him, and he struggles to keep the dice in his hand, but he’s melting into the hug before he can stop himself.

Steve squeezes him impossibly tight in a way that makes him feel safe and secure rather than smothered or crushed. It’s perfect. When Steve lets go of him moments later, he says a quick thank you and heads towards the counter. Eddie trails behind him and stays at his side, carefully avoiding eye contact with anything that might tempt him – which is really anything in the store.

There’s a nudge on his arm, and he glances up at Steve who is giving him a concerned look. “You know you can look around, right? I’ll stay here for as long as you want to as long as you explain everything to me,” Steve says gently, not pushing him but giving him an honest suggestion.

Eddie hadn’t even realized that that’s what he was doing – avoiding the things that made him happy to appease Brian. But here Steve is, talking him through everything and not pressuring him at all and... he thinks he’s ready.

“You should come to Will’s birthday party next week at the music shop. I’ll be playing with my band, and Mike will be playing something, too,” Eddie suggests, making a plan.

“I’ll be there,” Steve instantly promises with no hesitation even with the abrupt subject change.

Then it’s set, after Will’s party once Eddie sees how Steve reacts to Corroded Coffin – the kid friendly version – and introduces him to them, he’s going to ask him out. Simple as that.

Part Eight

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iamawolfstarsimp · 4 months

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Sup bitches im back

currently snowing where I am so thought I'd make a cute lil cozy fluffy fix for ya'll (plus, who doesn't like those)

Hope you all are well, I recently got sick and finally am rid of whatever sort of illness it was. but I'm just gonna get into the swing of things again now that I'm better so what better way to do that than write a fic for ya'll

but anyway, enjoy!

Sirius didn't know what this feeling was. A sort of misplacement.

It happened every few weeks or months, where Sirius would wake up and not feel right in his bones. As if his soul was uncomfortable in his body.

It wasn't like the regular winter or autumnal melancholy, but a deeper feeling than that. It weighed him down for however long it stuck around, dragging within him like some sort of ball and chain.

You could usually tell when it happened, the symptoms were pretty obvious. He was less energetic and wasn't in on any pranks or mischief making, he ate less and dressed more proper instead of his usual mushed up look, and either avoid the others like the plague or follow them around like a helpless puppy.

He rarely ever talked to anyone about it (as far as Remus knew) except for James. He would wordlessly crawl into James' bed when he felt the need to and they would talk (so he presumed, they always put up a silencing spell. He used to wish he could know what they talked about behind those curtains, to be included in their mystery conversatios. It hurt sometimes how Sirius would hide away all of the things he found ugly about himself and only show them to people he truly trusted. Of course, those memories were years ago, before they had even started dating so now he got to see plenty of Sirius' parts. Both the good and bad.)

On days or nights he felt that sense of longing or depression, he would crawl into Remus' bed and they'd talk or not talk. Whatever Sirius needed at the time.

This time was one where he wanted to talk. It was morning before classes and the others had already left. Remus was never a morning person so he stayed and slept in, snoozing his alarm every few minutes.

Sirius walked over and opened his curtains timidly. Remus turned and looked before smiling.

"Can I come in?" Sirius murmured. Remus nodded and rolled over to open the blankets for Sirius to crawl into which he did gladly.

"You wanna talk or jus' 'ere for a cuddle?" Remus slurred, blinking awake.

"Both?" Sirkha shrugged. Remus wrapped his arms around Sirius' shoulders, ducking his face into his shoulder to hug him. They stayed like that before Remus pulled back.

"M'kay, what's up?" Remus asked, resting his head on his pillow but remaining eye contact.

"I don't really know, I just-" Sirius sighed, looking away. "How do you feel upset about something that you don't feel upset about?"

"Like, I feel sad about my body right now but my head knows I'm hot and I have no reason to dislike myself but I do." Sirius explained, looking up at him.

Remus paused, letting the air settle. "Feelings and emotions can be confusing. Sometimes you can't control or rationalize them. They can be wildly incorrect but you still feel them not matter how you much you try to rid of them." Sirius looked away again. "And that's okay." Remus turned his face so that he'd look him in the eye. "Sometimes the best thing you can do is just feel, even if that's all you can do."

"No one's gonna judge you for being human and not loving yourself all the time." Remus smiled.

Sirius gave a small smile back. "What's bothering you this time?" Remus asked.

"Just my scars," Sirius replied, tracing up and down Remus' arm as he spoke. "Memories of how I get them, the pain I experienced as I got them, the house." Sirius shuddered slightly, shaking his head. "God, the house."

"I understand." Sirius knew he did but felt glad to be reassured. "My scars get to me too."

"Yeah, but, your scars are badass!" Sirius said immediately. Remus eyerolled but he was smiling. "Yours are like battle scars, they make you even hotter. Mine are just evidence of where I came from."

"If anything your scars are "battle scars", with all the fighting you and your mother had." That got a chuckle out of Sirius. "Mine are self-induced and you know that." Remus aimed a poke for Sirius' middle. Sirius swatted away his hand.

"Don't be mean."

"Don't be such a grouch." Remus snarked back, poking him again.

"Don't tickle me." Sirius grabbed his hands, or tried to.

"Oh, sorry, was I tickling you?" Sirius grinned and rolled over, hiding his face.

"You know you were, you meanie!" He said into the pillow.

"Can't help it, you're too fun to mess with." Remus leaned in and spoke in Sirius' ear, hands moving to wiggle against his sides.

"Rehemus!" Sirius shouted, arms slamming down to protect his sides.

Remus only grinned and continued. Sirius flipped over to properly defend himself but only succeeded in revealing more spots for Remus to "torture".

"No, wait, don't!" He laughed as Remus pinched along the bottom of his stomach. He threw his head back and cackled, hands weakly hitting Remus in the arms and shoulders.

"Hm? Don't what Padfoot? Honestly you're making no sense right now." Remus tutted, kissing the corner of Sirius' outstretched mouth.

"Tickle me! Don't tihihickle me!" Sirius giggled, yelling when Remus slipped his hands underneath his loose sleep shirt.

"Tickle you? Well if you insist." Remus shook his head and drilled his fingers into the bottom of Sirius' ribs, kissing different places his mouth could find. Sirius was lost in his own mirth, back arching, squeaking all the while squirming like mad.

Remus backed off and just trailed his fingertips across Sirius' sides lightly. He tugged up his shirt to inspect the scar that ran across Sirius' side, three prosice lines cut evenly on his left side, his mother's doing. He traced the lines a few times till Sirius caught his breath.

"You're an awful boyfriend." Sirius scowled, but there was amusement in his eyes. Remus only laughed and kissed him again.

"Better?" Remus raised his eyebrows.

"No, but I'll accept your measly apology for now because we have class in twenty minutes." They both hopped up from the bed.

"But I expect a hundred more later!" Sirius shouted from the bathroom. Remus shook his head in the moment but fulfilled Sirius' request and some.

Hope you liked!

#sirius black #remus lupin #tickle fic #marauders #harry potter #tickle #wolfstar tickle #this turned out way longer than i anticipated #and a little sad #but a happy ending

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spacerangersam · 5 months

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an extensive list of hcs i have about labour mp!fanny button because if i can't draw her, I'm gonna talk about her:

Died in 1992 from a heart attack, moments after catching George in the act with two other men at a party (while she was fully dressed, he was not, and that got almost more buzz than her actual death, much to her chagrin)

She never lived in Button Manor, just attended a few parties and meetings there, and has no familial ties to Alison

Her father was a Tory MP so she was raised conservative and taught to be the perfect politician’s daughter, quiet and prim, and to never make a scene lest she damage her father’s image

But then he went and ruined it himself in a drunken stupor, making their family a laughing stock

She later went into politics herself but turned to Labour, determined to fix what her father had ruined

(it’d probably make more sense for her to also be a Tory but shhh, let me have this. Also, yes, this backstory is very rachel fawcett inspired)

She became known as ‘that very scary labour lady who will catch you out in a lie and who has made at least one reporter cry'

She married George just for the sake of appearances, and while she didn’t care that he went around with men behind her back, she did care that he was sloppy about it and kept almost getting caught (again, because it’d look bad on her, the hapless idiot wife who married a man who doesn’t even like women)

They had one son, Roger. Fany didn’t like him, and the feeling was mutual. She saved her affection for her pets.

She smoked heavily out of stress, and does the same in death, having died with a cigarette on hand

Unfortunately, she also died with heels. When they get too much, she takes them off and just carries them around, walking around in her tights (though it takes her a good few years to be comfortable doing such a thing). I also think she should be allowed to throw them at the other ghosts when they’re being especially annoying

I like to imagine that she’s slightly less uptight and concerned with being ladylike in this au - she still has hangups about what one should and shouldn’t do, and certain hiccups from growing up in a Tory household, but like, she’s not living in the Edwardian era anymore, she’s a mildly more modern woman. And she was only supposed to behave to keep up her image, and that doesn’t really matter now that she’s dead.

She still thinks Alison’s tattoos are ugly though.

Post death, she likes to keep up with the news, both through the telly and newspapers, and always bugs Mike (the one who can see ghosts in this au) to go vote every year

Has personal beef with Thatcher. She will never explain what happened, but something definitely did.

Idk if she’d have Julian’s powers, but she could do. She’d deserved it.

She still has an interest in maths and from about sixteen took a vested interest in the family finances, trying to make sure her father didn’t completely bleed them dry. In death, she sometimes talks bank with Pat and I like to imagine them both getting very frustrated over the Cooper’s financial situation and trying to help in their own annoying way.

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hypnolurker · 11 months

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Penelope and the Thought Police

This story takes place in a world much like our own. However, a few minor historical details are slightly different in this world. Women were never given the right to vote, but after seeing how close the suffragettes came to major societal change, the men in charge decided to put their feminine counterparts on a much tighter leash. What rights they did have were stripped down and any notion of disobeying a man became a serious offense.

By the time our story takes place, technology has advanced quite a bit, and the latest advancements are put to good use in the effort to properly restrain, subdue and control all women for the benefit of their patriarchal overlords.

And now we turn our attention to Penelope. She works as a secretary in an office. One of the highest paid jobs that women are allowed to work. She was carrying a pile of documents through the office when she felt a hard slap across her buttocks, causing her to gasp slightly and then stop. She spun around to see Jerry, one of her rudest coworkers, with a wide grin on his face.

“Hey Cunt. My dick could use a little suckin’ right now. Get down there.” he ordered.

Penelope knew her place here. This was just a usual part of her day. Most of the men in the office were a somewhat less blatant about it, but they all made use of her and the other female secretaries when it was convenient. The idea of saying no didn’t particularly occur, after all, she had heard what happened to disobedient women. So, dutifully she sank to her knees and pulled out his cock.

She wrinkled her nose as the stench hit her. Had he not washed his cock today? It had a strong musk which filled her nostrils. Gross! The thing itself wasn’t particularly appealing, the veins bulged oddly and overall it was one of the ugliest she had seen. Still, Penelope steeled herself and opened her mouth. She just had to get this over with as quickly as possible. But just as she leaned in to suck it, Jerry spoke.

“Stop. What was that?” he asked.

Penelope looked up, bewildered. “What?”

“That expression on your face.” he growled.

Penelope’s heart sank. Her disgust must have been plain as day, she just hadn’t been prepared for it…

“You were disgusted, right? By my cock…”

“No…I could never be.” she argued.

“You totally were!”

“No, sir. I was just…shocked at how big it was. I was worried my throat would be too tight.” Penelope was sweating now. She tried her best to cover, but she could see that Jerry wasn’t buying it.

“Oh, so if I check your thought log, that’s what it will say?” he asked, smugly.

Shit. Penelope had almost forgotten about the thought log. At an early age, every girl had a small device installed deep in their ear which could detect and monitor thoughts. Any man could connect to it via bluetooth to see her every recent thought. It was used to ensure that women didn’t simply act submissive and pliable, but they were genuinely thinking like a thoroughly broken-in bitch.

“There’s no need for that. Please just let me suck your huge, hard cock…” she said in her sweetest voice.

But it was too late. Jerry had pulled out his phone and after a few taps his face twisted in anger.

“Gross? Ugly? Let’s just get this over with? Wow! I’m going to have to call the thought police.” he said.

Penelope gasped. “No please! Let me just suck your cock, please! Or you can fuck my ass or spank me or…or…just not…the thought police…”

But her pleas were futile. Jerry’s phone was already ringing.

“Hello, thought police.” she heard him say. “Yes, I’m reporting a disobedient cunt.”

Penelope quietly shivered as she listened to him speak.

“Oh no, that kind of force won’t be necessary, I’m sure she will come along willingly. She just needs her thoughts fixing a bit.”

No! No she didn’t! How could he do this to her?

“Yeah, called it gross. Can you believe that? She should be thrilled just to see it. I hope you can fix her…oh…oh really? That sounds quite effective. Yes, I will let the officers into the building. Thank you for your swift response.” and with that he hung up and walked off towards the lobby.

A few minutes later, a pair of men dressed in menacing black uniforms marched through the rows of desks until they found Penenlope’s. Penelope had returned to her desk, unsure what to do, and continued working as if nothing was happening. She had almost tricked herself into thinking everything was fine, then she saw them approach. She panicked.

She shot up out of her seat and began to run. Of course, she was wearing three inch stilettos, a mandatory part of the company’s female uniform. This made it quite impossible to outrun the thought police officer who rapidly gained on her and threw her to the ground without mercy. Once on top of her she could feel his knees pressing into her thighs, slowly but forcefully pushing them apart. She squirmed as he ripped off her flimsy skirt. Most women’s clothing was designed to be tear-able, so that men would have easy access to their holes and tits whenever they needed. Her panties came off in the same motion and now her pussy was completely exposed to the officers and several colleagues who had gathered to watch.

The officer who had her pinned took one hand to her slit and rubbed it callously. “Dry. And she is squirming like a stupid bitch” he commented.

The other officer was reading his phone. “I can confirm that her arousal is currently at 20%. After seeing a man’s cock and being pinned like that, it should be at least 50%. There is clearly something wrong with this one. I also see the offending thoughts in the log.” He turned to Jerry. “Thank you for reporting this.”

Meanwhile, the officer pinning Penelope had taken out his fat cock and was forcing it inside her.

“You waste no time in rehabilitating them huh?” Jerry commented.

“Oh no, we will be taking her to a specialized facility for retraining and rehabilitation. My colleague is simply subduing the subject properly so that she can be transported easily. It should take around two weeks, and we will need a man to come and pick her up when it is over. Would you be willing to or should we speak to someone else?”

“Sure, I can pick her up after.” Jerry agreed.

The officer now had his cock stuffed deep inside the quivering and sobbing Penelope. He wrapped his hand around her throat and squeezed it as he asked. “Now, bitch, will you come along nicely or do I need to get rough?”

Penelope coughed and spluttered but couldn’t respond with his hand around her neck.

“Reading the thought log it looks like she is ready to comply.” the second officer noted.

The officer tutted and eased his grip. “Damn, its more fun when they resist.” And with that they led Penelope away as her coworkers all watched.

But that was merely the beginning for poor Penelope. After a short drive she was taken to an imposing facility. She waited quietly as the officers processed some paperwork, acting like she was some object the entire time. Finally she was handed off to some other man and lead to a room with several other confused and scared looking women. They were all strapped down into chairs in a row before a large screen.

Penelope was guided to the final chair in the line, where she noticed something surprising on the seat. A pair of phallic rods jutted out, one slightly thicker and longer than the other, lined up so that if she sat down normally she would impale herself on both at the same time. Penelope shook her head, but the facility staff member simply forced her down. She was still naked from the waist down from earlier, and swiftly found herself taking in the length of the two toys before he brought a strap around her waist and fastened it tightly. Now she was trapped and squirming on the girthy rods as he continued to do the rest of the straps.

He tore her top and bra off with utter disregard, exposing her perky B cup breasts much like the rest of the women who were all murmuring and whispering to one another as the humiliation continued. The final strap went around her chest, but it was unlike the others. It had two adjustable holes in it which her lined up so that her nipples poked out of them. Then he affixed a small device to the side, whose purpose Penelope couldn’t yet discern, which just gently grazed her protruding nipples.

And with that, she was fully strapped in, and the man stepped out. Subsequently the lights were dimmed and the screen before them, which covered the entire wall, flickered to life. It almost reminded her of the cinema, but instead of a cupholder and some popcorn she had straps around her arms and a pair of toys buried in her cunt and ass.

A calm man’s voice then began speaking to them. “Your first exercise will be what we call ‘thought completion’. We will give you a prompt which is an incomplete thought. All you have to do is finish the thought in your head. It should happen subconsciously. Bear in mind that there are right answers and wrong answers and we will be monitoring your thought logs and adjusting your attitudes as appropriate.”

Penelope was unsure what was going on, but she had no time to think about it as the first ‘prompt’ flashed up on the screen without warning.

‘I am a…’ appeared in large letters.

‘Woman’ was her first thought, though she quickly realized that this was the wrong answer when a jolt of electricity was sent through her nipples causing her to yelp in pain. She wasn’t the only one. Every other woman there had a similar reaction as they presumably were treated to the same unpleasant zapping as her.

Next the possible ‘correct’ answers flashed up on screen in a cloud of words, each more degrading than the last. ‘Cunt. Bitch. Slut. Fucktoy. Wet set of holes. Vapid bimbo. Cocksucker. Cum-target…’ the list went on but Penelope didn’t have chance to read them all as it moved on to the next prompt.

‘My purpose is…’

Penelope was beginning to understand this so called ‘exercise’. Clearly they were trying to brainwash them to change their thought patterns. They wanted Penelope and the other women here to stop seeing themselves as women and start thinking of themselves as simply pieces of meat, bent to the will of whatever man wanted to use them.

Honestly, Penelope wasn’t exactly sure what her purpose was. She should try to come up with an answer that would prevent her from being shocked…too late. She screamed and wriggled against her restraints as another burst of electrical energy rocked her body and left her shivering and breathing heavily. That was nasty. She needed to stop that.

As before, the correct answer appeared on screen. There was only one this time. ‘To serve men.’

Penelope sighed. Yes, it was quite clear now how this worked. The game would go on for several more hours. As it turned out, there were only a handful of prompts that they were trained with. At some point it began cycling through the same prompts again. Having been shocked over and over, Penelope was growing ever more desperate to play by the rules. When the prompts began repeating she did her best to recall the answers.

‘My favourite hobby is…’ was the first prompt which she was able to instantly recall a ‘correct’ answer to.

‘…sucking cock!’ Penelope thought with urgency. It was a blowjob that had gotten her sent here after all. Or her failure to properly deliver one.

To her surprise, instead of being shocked she felt a low rumble in her seat and a steady throng of pleasure wash over her crotch as the rods inside her hummed to life, vibrating inside her. The lack of a shock was all she wanted, but the vibrations were a nice addition. Was this the other part of the brainwashing technique. The shocks were the stick…and this was the carrot. If she thought what they wanted her to think she would be rewarded with pleasure, if she disobeyed she would be punished. Penelope was a smart girl. No wonder she had made it to the position of secretary.

In the following round Penelope tried her best to get the right answers. She still received a few shocks but steadily got better at thinking how she was supposed to. By the fourth time the prompts came around, Penelope was getting almost all of them right.

‘Cock makes me…’

‘Stupid! Horny! Happy! Drool!’ she could already remember most of the correct answers and they streamed out of her mind as she tried her best to ensure that she was thinking correctly. She smiled as the toys inside her vibrated. She had noticed that each correct answer in a row made the vibrations a little stronger. She had equally noticed that the longer she sat here, lightly grinding against the buzzing toys in her snatch and asshole, the wetter and needier she became. Her head already felt a little dizzy with desire as her pussy began to occupy her thoughts, which only seemed to make this exercise easier.

By the fifth round, Penelope wasn’t even trying. She also noticed that at this point, all of the other girls were groaning in pleasure as well. Their grunts and gasps of pain had slowly subsided as each of them gave in and thought what they were supposed to, like good girls.

When that exercise was finally done, Penelope could feel her head spinning. Already she was soaking and her thoughts no longer felt like her own. She was terrified by how effective this could be, but at the same time her sloppy slit quelled her fear and made her crave for more. She was disgusted by herself, but why? She was just a fucktoy…vapid bimbo cum-target…

She shook her head. Those weren’t her thoughts! How many hours had she been strapped into this chair exactly?

Then they were set up for the next exercise. They were not released from the chairs, the staff simply moved them whilst still strapped and squirming. They put the women into pairs, facing each other. Then the voice spoke again to explain this new exercise.

“Now this exercise is called the ‘empathy training’. You will be given phrases to say to your partner. All your partner need do is agree. You will take it in turns to speak and to listen. Its a very simple exercise.”

Penelope was sure it was not as simple as he suggested.

“You are a stupid cunt who belongs on her knees.” the voice said. That was the first phrase.

But Penelope looked into the wide eyes of the woman in front of her and her lips trembled. She didn’t even know this woman, how could she say something so rude? She braced herself for a shock as she was sure her silence would get her punished. Instead, she watched her partner’s face twist in pain as she jumped in her seat. It was the other woman who had been punished for her silence.

Penelope was starting to understand the truly twisted nature of this game. If she didn’t insult her partner, then it was her partner who got shocked. Either way it would be her fault. There was no winning. There was no way to be nice. There was no way to treat her fellow detainees with respect or dignity.

“You are a worthless whore, you spread your legs for every cock you see.”

Penelope was blushing already and it hadn’t even been directed at her. Having learnt from the first round, it seemed her partner would not make the same mistake as Penelope. Now that it was her turn she said the phrase immediately.

“You are a worthless whore, you spread your legs for every cock you see.” she said quietly with an apologetic look on her face. Penelope gave her a forgiving smile and nod and felt a faint vibration in her crotch.

“You don’t get to think for yourself you brainless little nympho.” the voice told them.

Penelope’s turn again. “You don’t get to th-think for yourself you…you brainless little nympho.” she stammered, blushing.

She watched her partner’s eyes widen a little and her hips wriggle before a slow moan escaped her mouth. It was weird, but at least she hadn’t just been responsible for giving the poor woman a shock.

As this exercise continued, Penelope learned another thing. Unlike the last game, correct answers in a row didn’t increase the strength of vibrations. It was something to do with how the speaker said the phrase. Louder was definitely better. But also saying it more condescendingly or with evident disgust would also increase the potency of the subsequent reward for their partner.

By the end of the exercise, they were each readily hurling the degrading phrases at each other loudly and harshly, and their partner would respond by squirming and moaning and begging for more. Which only made it easier to say the next phrase with more genuine disgust for the nasty, writhing, sloppy mess of a bitch in front of them.

Their third and final exercise of the day was announced as the ‘man pleasing’ exercise. A member of staff would stand in front of each of them and wave his cock in their face. As the voice explained; “For the duration of this exercise, you are expected to please the man before you. If you do a good job he may allow you to cum. If he is displeased he can administer shocks. Better develop those servicing skills of yours quickly because our staff have their cocks sucked daily by women who are better trained than you pathetic sluts.”

Penelope had given her share of blowjobs, so she didn’t expect this to be tough. The first thing that struck her was the size of the cock. It was much larger than average. She wrapped her lips around the end and then struggled to get her mouth further onto the thing, so she settled for working the tip as much as she could. As she did so, the man scrolled through her thought log on his phone and tutted.

That was ominous, and so Penelope tried to put what she had learned in the first two exercises to good use and began thinking the most degrading and objectifying phrases she could remember about herself whilst throwing in plenty of compliments for his cock.

As she sucked, the vibration in her cunt and ass built and built until she was groaning around his cock in desperation. After so many hours of it her leaky holes were so eager to cum. Yet just as she got close, the vibrations died down and she slid back from the edge. As she serviced the overgrown cock in her mouth this kept happening. It was maddening. Pure torment. After several hard edges, she started verbally begging.

“Please let me cum, sir! I need to cum! Oh god, Please!”

The man simply looked down at her, seemingly unimpressed.

After over an hour of torture for her, neither one of them had cum and the exercise finished abruptly. “Your thoughts showed clear improvement, and your arousal levels reached 85% towards the end, though you can do a little better there. However, your blowjob technique is simply subpar. I will put you in for additional suck training.” he said. Thankfully she didn’t get shocked, but she was unstrapped and left the room horny and ashamed.

The women were led to a shared dormitory with bunk beds and various TV screens across the place. As they went to their assigned beds and settled in, they were dismayed to find several humiliating details. Firstly, the screens were constantly playing pornography. Hardcore stuff, the type that Penelope would usually not watch. Throat-fucking, anal and bondage. There was no way to turn them off.

Second, the water. Whilst they had each been given a packet of food which was fairly ordinary, there was nothing to drink with it. Instead, there were several dildos which jutted out of the wall labeled ‘water’. Upon closer inspection they each had a hollow tube running through and when Penelope wrapped her lips around the tip a slow trickle of water flowed into her mouth. If this wasn’t the most demeaning drinking fountain of all time then Penelope didn’t want to know what was. The further she pushed her throat over the fake cock, the faster the water flowed. Of course, the worst part was that every other woman seemed to be watching her as she drank. Watching her gag on this cock as she choked down her refreshing prize.

The other women soon relented, each taking their turn to suckle the cocks and gulp down a steady stream of water.

Finally, there was the dildos. They were each provided with a dildo for their own use. Admittedly, Penelope was more than a little horny after all that, but a dormitory full of women who would be able to hear her, even see and smell her playing with herself, was not exactly the place to do anything about that.

However, as the days passed, Penelope and the other women underwent some changes. The supplemental suck training, which many of them had to do, was like the third exercise but with the man being much more hands-on. He would grab her head and thrust it onto his cock as he pleased. He would also slap and spit on her whenever he felt like she wasn’t trying hard enough or his cock simply wasn’t feeling good. It would happen before the rest of the exercises and the man wouldn’t stop until he came in her throat and often all over her face. Thus, they would be covered in stale cum and with their throats already a little sore by the time they did the empathy exercise. This only served to make it easier to insult the blatantly cum-stained cunts who were their partners. The partners changed each time as well, so they got to know each other by hurling disgusting insults and verbally degrading each other.

The third exercise became easier and easier for Penelope as her cocksucking skills flourished. Soon enough they would release some of the straps, allowing the women to use their hands and even their tits to enhance the pleasure. Eventually, Penelope impressed her controller enough that he released her waist, pulled her off the chair entirely and slammed his cock straight into her ass without hesitation. She practically came right there. Her anal sensitivity had been growing and growing since the whole ordeal started and by this point she was certainly able to cum from being fucked in her ass. Much to her delight, he grunted that she was allowed to cum and she clenched and convulsed around his cock in orgasm whilst he pumped his cum deep inside her asshole.

The other women were very jealous of her that day, and the insults at the next empathy exercise felt particularly barbed. But Penelope didn’t care. She was adapting quickly to her training. Thinking how they wanted. She was just a brainless little cunt whose only skill was impaling herself on cock, afterall.

The women began making use of their dildos after their exercises. At first only a couple were brave enough, but soon the dormitory was awash with moans and stank of sex as every slut within was pounding their aching pussy for hours each evening in their desperation.

“Suzy, what are you doing?” Anastasia yelled at Suzy, who had her pussy around one of the ‘drinking cocks’ and was humping desperately.

“Sorry! I’m just so horny!” she exclaimed.

“Use your dildo you dub bimbo!” Anastasia exclaimed.

“But Penelope took it!” Suzy said, still humping the cock on the wall as she pouted.

“Penelope, did you take her dildo?”

Penelope blushed. “I was just borrowing it…” she admitted.

“What do you need two for anyway?” Suzy inquired, still fucking herself in front of everyone as the conversation went on.

“For my ass.” Penelope said softly.

“You dirty slut. Give it back to Suzy. And Suzy, for fucks sake, get your sloppy cunt off of our drinking cock!” Anastasia yelled.

“As punishment, You two have to use that drinking cock from now on.” Anastasia declared. The rest of the women muttered and nodded in agreement.

“Why me? She was the one humping it!” Penelope argued.

“But you took her dildo. Plus you got to cum the other day, we can’t let that go to your head you stupid, worthless, greedy fucking cunt!”

Penelope was silenced. The next time she was thirsty, everyone watched her drink for the first time since their first day. She could taste Suzy’s sex still clinging as she swallowed her water. It wasn’t as bad as she expected.

When two weeks had finally passed, Penelope was a new slut. Jerry could tell immediately as he arrived to pick her up. The officer who had first responded to the call led him to the room where she was waiting. When she saw him, her heart jumped for a second.

“Jeremy!” she exclaimed eagerly.

“Hi Penelope. Ready to suck my cock now?” he asked with that characteristic smug attitude.

“Yes please!” she said with a giggle as she sank to her knees eagerly.

“A good start.” he mumbled as he whipped out his cock. It smelled twice as strong as Penelope remembered. He probably hadn’t washed it in the last two weeks to toy with her.

She wrapped her lips around it and dutifully swallowed the entire thing down with no effort. She had been trained well, and could deep-throat much larger cocks than this.

Jerry pulled out his phone and scrolled through her thought log. ‘Yummy cock! Tastes so good! I’m a stupid cocksucking cunt. Hope he feels good. Ooh he’s twitching in my mouth, so nice! Wanna taste his cum too….’ it went on like this as she expertly pleasured his cock. He also noted her arousal level was at 90% and slowly rising. He hadn’t seen an arousal score that high any time he had checked a slut’s thought log. And this was just from tasting his cock! What a slut!

“So, it would appear the rehabilitation has been successful.” The thought police officer observed from her thought log and clear desperation to please.

“Ung…yeah…uh…fuck that training sure is something….ughhhhh!” Jerry responded as he emptied his balls down her waiting throat. All the while Penelope kept her lips locked around the base of his shaft and gazed up at him with doe eyes as she swallowed every last drop of his cum.

“Now, this is good, but as thought police it is not just our job to rectify the situation but also to seek to prevent her from re-offending. So she works as a secretary?” he inquired.

“Yes, thats right.”

“Well, while that can cause problematic notions of dignity to arise within a slut, with the proper working environment this risk can be mitigated. I am guessing she was treated with a little too much respect in the past?”

“Well yeah…not by myself of course, but others in the office would often act like she was an equal.”

“Troubling. We will be inspecting the office and making the requisite changes to ensure that her and the other cunts in that office never become disobedient again.”

And that they did. Several thought police officers came in one day and started pointing out problems all over the place.

“Is this her desk?” one asked, looking at her standard cubicle with a small desk and chair.

“Yes.” Jerry affirmed.

“It looks much the same as a man’s desk. This simply won’t do. We should remove the desk, any work she does can be done on the floor. Next, paint the screens pink and put in holes in each for the neighbouring men to push their cocks through if they want to use her without leaving their own cubicles. Also, reevaluate what work you give her. I know it is tempting to try to get more done by giving some meaningful work to a cunt whilst the men are busy, but in the long run the office will be more cohesive and efficient if you make sure your secretaries are servicing the men properly and not attempting to use their brains for tasks which should be handled by men. This applies to all secretaries of course, not just Penelope.”

And so, when Penelope returned to the office, she found her cubicle quite different to what she remembered. She was also a little surprised when she first noticed her neighbour’s cock poking through one of the holes. Dangling there audaciously. Of course, Penelope was much more obedient now. She immediately knew what to do and dropped the irrelevant photocopies she had been sorting through to begin servicing the cock. As she did, a second cock poked through another hole in the opposite wall and Penelope re-positioned herself so that she could slide her already sopping cunt over the new arrival and continue to service both cocks in her cubicle spitroast.

Once she had serviced both cocks, and she had cum dribbling out of both holes onto the floor of her cubicle, she looked up at Jerry who was standing above her. It was unclear how long he had been watching.

As usual, he didn’t make eye-contact with her. He simply stared at her chest as she spoke. “Hi Jerry, what up?” she said in a bubbly voice.

“Oh, I’m just moving desk. I actually got a promotion! Can you believe, the higher-ups are already seeing improved office morale and they praised my initiative in calling the thought police. Anyway, now I’m at the cubicle next to yours, so you won’t have far to crawl when I need you to suck my cock.

“Oh, wow! That’s great news! I have good news too!” she bounced as she said it.

“Oh really, whats that?”

“The bosses are also impressed with my new attitude. They said I would be getting a big bonus!”

Jerry raised an eyebrow. “A big bonus you say? How big?”

“500cc!”

Jerry looked confused for a moment.

“I’m getting bigger titties! They said the company will pay for it and arrange everything.” she exclaimed eagerly.

“Oh, thats what you mean! That is great news. I will make sure to give your new titties plenty of attention when you get them to celebrate. I hear they can be quite tender after the surgery.”

“Yeah, I can’t wait! Thank you so much for helping me become the stupidest little cunt I can possibly be Jerry! Can I please suck your cock now?”

Jerry shrugged. “Yeah, my dick could use a little suckin’ right now.” he said with a grin as Penelope’s eyes glazed over and her lips locked around his cock once more.

He should have called the thought police sooner!

#story #mindbrokensluts #not mine #Reconstruction #implant

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alwida10 · 4 months

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Let’s talk about Erik Martin’s approach to season 2 and why I think it was lacking.

Based on Martin’s likes on Twitter it seems he loves Sylvie, and I truly think he does. I still think he might be the reason for her getting pushed to the background and her lackluster arc in season 2.

Martin has been quite active on Twitter, and interacted often with fans, at the beginning even those who are critical. (Kudos to him for being unafraid of conflict without getting insulting, as taika did.)

And when you take a closer look at all the points criticized on Twitter (Loki being not the focus of the show, lack of magic, lack of new outfits, the romance being icky, etc..) it looks like Martin did something with every single one of those criticisms.

Just, not in a way that would make the show better. More in a way of “look, I fixed it. Are you happy now?” while being mostly focused on getting the work over with.

Hence, I think he’s a people pleaser (in contrast to someone who actually has a creative vision and deeper understanding of the main characters).

Yeah. Also, all the fixes are just like painting over a really ugly piece of furniture. Sure, it might be slightly less offensive, but that doesn’t make it beautiful or meaningful. It’s just enough to make it possible to counter all major criticisms with “but they changed that!!” But in the end the initial basis for the problem is still there. Just … less visible.

Loki got a new outfit, but a) it’s ugly as fuck, and b) it lacks meaning.

Loki is now the center of the show and a driving force but he’s still out of character, since they didn’t address the delusion he ever wanted to rule or willingly helped Thanos.

Loki is using his magic more, but what he can and can’t do still changes from scene to scene and his magic use stays quite pointless for the overall development. Captain America could have found the same solution for the problem, meaning it’s not a story tailored for Loki.

Yeah, they didn’t non-con strip Loki for lulz a second time, but the “he’s Loki, so he’ll fuck up sooner or later” mindset is still there beneath the paint of new outfits and new magic.

And yeah, last but not least - Martin got rid of the romance, assassinating the obviously planned arc for the series that would have Loki accept his own “shortcomings” (which were based on a fundamental misunderstanding of the character, but -alas- the basis for the planned arc of the series) by guiding and helping Sylvie to overcome her version of the same shortcomings. I guess they wanted to parallel her conviction that she knew better in the S1 finale with his conviction to rule, and let both of them learn that being wrong is ok, and friendship/love is more important. So, by cutting her short in s2, they had to find a new end to Loki’s arc in s1, and we all saw how that turned out.

Imo, Martin still doesn’t understand Loki, and what makes him compelling as a character. In the end, the part of Loki’s character that most fans I interacted with love is the same in the OG and the Sylki-fandom. The difference is that for the OG fandom Loki was characterized like that before the show, already. And for the Sylki-fandom he was characterized like that AFTER the series. As if the show had just done a more widely accepted repetition of Loki’s former arc.

Now the og Loki fans are still pissed (but probably will never engage with the mcu again anyhow) AND the TVA Loki fans are now pissed too because this shiny new character (which was mainly defined by the romance) was now put through the meat grinder, too.

Sometimes *really bad* stuff is still better than mediocre stuff. At least it’s SO bad that it gets its own dimension by its badness. But this mediocre stuff is neither real nor fake. Just… lukewarm.

#loki series critical #loki series negativity #loki series criticism #anti Loki series

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Ugly Sweater (Ethan x MC)

Book: Open Heart, Year 2 Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Lilac Allende) Word count: 780 Rating/ Warning: T/ Reference to adult situations

Premise: He convinces her to abandon Bryce Lahela’s Christmas party

The faint but ecstatic mix of music, laughter, and cheering grew louder as Ethan approached Lahela's red brick building. With every step, he wondered why he had accepted the surgeon's invitation to his Christmas party. The mere fact that the prospective party had staff and patients talking about it all week was warning enough. The noise permeating the cold, night air reassured him the event was far from his style.

He was a few steps away from the stoop, a bottle of expensive wine safely tucked under his arm, when he caught sight of something colorful and bright. It was too dark to make out exactly what he was looking at but it was far too small to be Christmas décor. Garish, blinking lights of red and green turned his direction.

“You came.”

Someone was wearing said lights.

“I should be offended you accepted Bryce's party invite and not mine.”

Even without the reference from well over a year ago, Ethan would have recognized that voice anywhere.

“What the hell are you wearing?”

Ethan had reached the bottom step now. He could clearly see Lilac leaning casually against the railing, donning the ugliest sweater he had ever seen. The blinking lights weren't even the worst part. Tinsel, pom-poms, and even plastic ornaments exploded from every surface.

“It looks like Christmas vomited on you.”

Lilac rolled her eyes but laughed. She met him at the bottom of the stoop with an unabashed grin.

“I took the Ugly Christmas Sweater theme very seriously.”

“Clearly.”

Though Ethan enjoyed teasing her, the truth was that even in the revolting sweater, Lilac looked as stunning as ever. The golden light of the nearby streetlight cast her pretty features in a golden light. He was all but mesmerized by the pink glow the bitter cold left on her cheeks, lips, and nose.

She stopped at the second step and even with the added height, Ethan still towered over her. Her gloved hands landed on the lapels of his coat.

“You took it seriously, too.”

Ethan glanced down at his maroon sweater.

“This is just my regular sweater.”

“I know.”

Lilac laughed at her own joke, growing far more amused at Ethan's stony expression. He broke a smile soon enough, however, finding it impossible to remain unmoved when her beautiful laughter serenaded him. Now that their banter had reached a pause, she leaned in to kiss his cheek in greeting.

“I'm glad you're here,” she informed him. “Bryce’s surgeon friends keep trying to catch me under the mistletoe. I had to come out here to get away.”

Ethan raised his brows at that.

“Bryce will kill you for not staying on-theme.”

“I don't own any Christmas sweaters or pajamas.”

He made a mental note to come back to these audacious surgeons.

“Neither did I,” she challenged. “I made this sweater last minute.”

“Pajamas were out of the question?”

A wicked glimmer lit her eyes, her smile turning coy. She moved impossible closer so that only a hairsbreadth separated them.

“I couldn’t wear my usual pajamas. You already know what I wear to bed.”

Every part of Ethan's body stiffened at the mental image. Lilac had spent many nights in his bed so he knew very well what she wore— or rather, what she didn't wear.

He cleared his throat.

“You can do that in my bedroom later,” he said huskily. It was a wonder his voice remained steady. Though, if he could go back in time, he'd choose words that were slightly less idiotic.

Lilac didn't mind, however, because she dropped all pretense and kissed him. Ethan matched her passionate movements, almost dropping the wine as his hands rushed to grip her every curve. When her tongue teased his bottom lip, he pulled back briefly.

“Come home with me.”

“Doctor Ramsey,” she said, impressed. “Are you always this forward at parties?”

“Only with you.”

“What about the party?”

He shrugged, eyes fixed on hers.

“I was only here hoping to see you.”

Lilac blushed, unable to contain a beaming smile.

“Skip the party, Allende,” he pressed with a lopsided smirk that visibly worked. For good measure, he lifted up the bottle that was intended for the party behind them. “I have wine.”

Without waiting for a reply, he leaned in to kiss her neck.

“I also have a hot tub,” he added in a whisper. “And an impressive floor where we can drop that dreadful sweater of yours.”

She shivered.

“Bryce will kill us.”

“He’d understand.”

His lips pressed another kiss to the column of her neck.

“He’d say something about a player playing the game.”

Lilac’s laughter reverberated against his lips.

“Okay,” she said with a giddy laugh. “Take me home, Doctor.”

Notes: Just a little something to get my creativity back to speed (hopefully).

The funniest thing is that I picture this happening in book 2 when they still don’t know about Ethan and Lilac. They just know she left to get some bomb mystery d***. And they said “good for her”

Also, why do I want to write them in that hot tub now.

Shoutout to my Twin @takeharryandgo. We both HC our MCs wearing the most obnoxious Christmas sweaters imaginable lol. Thank you anon for that ask! You inspired this one!

Thank you so much for reading!

#open heart #ethan ramsey #ethan x mc #playchoices

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Enemies? Or...

Miles Fairchild x Reader {Chapter 7}

{Click for Chapters}

A/N: this took a long time of thinking of what I should write in this chapter hehe.

After the intense commotion, I can't help but think, why was Kate acting this way? The house is perfectly normal, except for how old it looks though, and how you feel like something is watching you, but those are only two things ugly about the house, nothing less, nothing more.

Kate seems to be crazy on her own, if the house was haunted or somewhat there something wrong with it, then Mrs. Grose and the two would've moved away, she wouldn't let the children in danger.

Looking out the window, the moonlight shines across the field, fireflies flying around, as I open the windows, a cold breeze touches my face, its as though it would rain sooner by now.

Miles

"Good night Miles" Flora bids her goodbyes and closes my door. Looking around, my room is a complete mess, cds everywhere, photos on the walls, mattress not fixed, If I would have lived elsewhere than the mansion, I could've been called a hobo.

I walked around thinking of what I should do tonight, Kate be damned, but I'm hella bored, Me and Y/N shook the shit out of her earlier, her face was plastered with the most horrified expression, she looks as if she just got out of the mental. I laugh at the thought.

The suddenly an idea hit me!

I was just getting ready for bed when Miles barged in my room. He was panting like a rabid dog on the loose, his hair was slightly bouncing, as his sweater was dangling down making me see his exposed breast area.

"Like the view?" He smirks, leaning on the door frame. "Actually no" I arch an eyebrow, "And what do you want with me now?" His face contorts to a big smile.

"Such a klutz, I'm hungry" patting his stomach, he invites himself in the room, "I didn't say you can ente-" Before I could mutter anything else, he grabs my wrist and leads me out of the room.

Quietly going downstairs, he looks back at me and smiles. "What are you smiling about there?" I frown, weeks ago, he was teasing and bullying me, now he acts like a saint to me, I guess he needs to go to mental rather than Kate.

Sneaking to the kitchen, he brings out marshmallows, crackers and chocolate. "Smores?" he hands me a barbeque stick and turns the stove on.

"Don't make it too hot, I hate burnt marshmallows" he chuckles at my remark, as he was busy cooking the smores, I can't help but look at him, his jawline was sharp and defined, the moon's light was shining on him, making his face glow, my eyes drops down to his pink, plump lips, he was saying something, but time seems to stop when you admire a person.

"Don't people tell you that you stare too much?" before I could answer he hands me his smore and throws mine in the bin. "It was burnt" He wipes his hands on his pants. "Next time, make sure you don't stare too much because I won't be there to give you a spare smore"

"I-.. Thanks" a small smile tugs its way unto my lips, "Well hurry up and eat it, wouldn't want Kate to scold us" he chuckles.

"Eugh" I groan as I opened my eyelids, last night's midnight snack was tiring as shit, after we ate smores, we went to my room and built a fort, then Miles brought up even more smores and additional candies, we sounded like reckless kids while playing last night, but because we were too loud, Mrs. Grose came to my room abruptly. Miles, in the process, hid behind the fort, then he almost blew our cover, by bringing that damn guitar of his and started playing it.

In short, we looked like drunk fuckers, but we didn't drink or do anything wrong, we ate and played, nothing more, nothing less.

Looking around, my room was a mess, it almost looked like Miles' room, but a more fragrant one, I sat up, but a hand snaked around my waist pulling me back, "Stay, I still wanna sleep" a raspy voice mutters behind me. "Shit shit shit shit-" I was a blushing mess, when did it even get to this?

"Keep it down, your so loud" he groans pulling me in tighter, his head rests on my shoulder, his curly brown locks and breath tickling my neck. "Keep it down, my ass, just- get- off me" I pry his hands off but it results to him pulling tighter again. "Fairchild!" my cheeks heat up as his breath increases its speed.

"Fine, no need to shout woman" He groans turning to his other side.

I rub my eyes; yawning, as I went down the steps, I was the greeted by a fresh smell of waffles and eggs, the sunlight was shining brightly across the foyer, making it look like a fairytale castle.

"Good Morning Y/N!" Flora peeks behind the entrance of the living room. "Your late! Good thing Miles isn't here to finish your portion yet!" she hurriedly pulls me in the room.

"Goodness!" Mrs. Grose stands up, "What on earth happened to you Y/N? You look like you got chased last night!" she ushered me to drink chamomile tea. Oh Mrs. Grose, if you just knew.

"By the way, there was loud sounds coming from your room last night, what were you doing Y/N?" Flora hands me a waffle. "Hm? Maybe its just your imagination, I was knocked out last night, didn't wake up even just a bit"

"Oh really?" A voice chimes in behind us,

it's Miles.

A smirk was plastered on his face as he walks to us. "Just kidding, Good morning everyone" Miles rubs his eyes and proceeds to sit down beside me. "Gosh, you look worse Miles!" Flora exclaims; laughing.

"At least I'm not looking like someone here" He chuckles, reaching for an egg. "Have you seen Kate? she looks like she's seen a ghost! I even had a sleepover at her room!" Flora giggles looking back and forth from me and Miles. "Oh I'm sure she's fine, maybe jut a little shaken out of her wits yesterday"

As miles ended his sentence, Kate walks in looking like a ghost, her hair was messy, dark bags under her eyes was so obvious, blood splats tainted her nails. "Good Morning Kate!" flora held Kate's wrists pulling her to sit in front of us. "Goodness, Kate.. what happened to you?" I arch an eyebrow, her lips twitches as she open her mouth to reply. "Just- tired is all"

"Or maybe, you've gone even crazier" Miles snickers making me hit his ribs.

a/n: my exams is going to be in the next 2 weeks >:(, btw, hope you enjoyed this chapter

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gyllenhaalstories · 2 years

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MAMMA MIA — ITALY!JAKE

summary: when prada calls, jake answers... even when you’re not happy about it.

warnings: curse words, established dom/sub dynamics, smut (pet play, jake calls reader puppy, car sex, public sex, blowjob & slightly forced face fucking, dacryphilia, mild dumbification, face slapping, both praise & degradation kinks). 18+ NO MINORS.

word count: 2300

photos credits: @/isabella fresia (instagram) / divider credits: @/firefly-graphics

notes: i suggest you read LA PAURA DEL BUIO if you want to learn more about italy!jake before you click on this. 😎 thank you for reading & REMEMBER TO REBLOG!

“No.”

You were helping Jake with his necklaces, clasping them close while he was combing his beard in the bathroom mirror. His eyebrow raised in surprise when he heard your protest. “No?”

“I said no. You’re not going to the show.” The pout on your lips betrayed your weak attempt at giving him attitude for leaving you so last minute.

Jake hummed in response, now fixing his hair with unnecessary flips and attempts at controlling the slightly curly tips of his brown locks. “Got no choice.”

You rolled your eyes, he let it go. “You said this was a vacation.” You put emphasis on the last word, cutting it into syllables.

He sprayed perfume on his bare chest and some more on his wrists that he rubbed together before setting his Prada fragrance down. “It wasn’t planned, I already told you. I’ll go there, watch the fashion show, and come back as soon as it’s over.”

You appreciated the softness in his voice, the unusual patience you were granted almost made you regret trying to be the boss of him at this very moment. “Please, tell them you changed your mind. Tell them you’re sick, you got an ugly sunburn, tell them —”

“I have a needy puppy who’s too dumb to tell me she wants to go for a ride. Is that it? Is that what I should tell them?”

Your hands fell from his neck, down his back, and on each side of your torso. Timidly, you looked at the reflection of Jake and you on the mirror. He was smirking, victorious and you were shy, surprised. You opened your mouth to speak, but by the time you made a sound, Jake had walked out of the spacious bathroom.

He came back with a dress, similar colour to the jacket he carried on his shoulder. Simple, pretty, he was saving it for a night out in Milan. “You got ten minutes, the car’s waiting outside.”

You successfully caught the dress that he threw at you and took in your appearance in one swift glance at the mirror. This was not a good idea.

This was a fantastic idea, Jake thought. Two birds, one stone. He wished you were invited so that would make the show less boring, and you wished he had stayed home to spend time with you. It was a brilliant plan.

You ran here, searching for some makeup. Then you ran there, trying to find shoes that matched. You came in and out of the rooms, until you judged the look was complete.

“Time’s up!” He shouted from the other side of the suite, and he gave you a nod of approval when he laid eyes on you. You looked beautiful, as always, it was a shame he could not show you off. Later, Jake promised himself.

Since Jake had traded one of his chains for a pendant necklace, he gave it for you to wear. In exchange, you put on one of the rings from his collection. Time was really up, judging by the nonstop messages that made Jake’s phone vibrate against his thigh. “You owe me a real date night.” You squinted at him and followed him out of the hotel.

“Do I?” His cocky laugh guided you through the building. He opened the door of the luxury car for you to get in.

And you did, sitting on the uncomfortable middle seat with your arms crossed in displeasure. Slowly, your expression softened while you looked out of the window to catch glimpses of the city views. Milan was even more perfect than you had imagined, and your enthusiasm could not be camouflaged.

“Someone’s getting a little excited.” He helped you get off his lap, after you had tried to reach his side of the window, and sit properly by his side. “Keep that excitement while you’ll be waiting for me.”

You mumbled to yourself while you fidgeted with the ring on his pinky finger. You got silent in no time when he gave you one of those warning looks.

“The event is far away. We have some time ahead of us.” Jake looked out of the window, imitating you. Then, he studied the car. He guessed there was a lot of room between the two rows of seats for luggage, for for uncomfortable dresses that left the people wearing them having to lay sideways on the seats. It would work perfectly. “You know how to make yourself useful.”

It was not a question, not a simple affirmation. It was an order. An order that sent shivers down your spine.

He turned his head to look at you and grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks at the quietest complaint that emanated out of you. “I trained you well, puppy. Come on, show me you’re my good girl.”

It was unfair how so little praise could get you so far. You noticed there was a partition between the front seats and you, partition that was being respectfully closed by the driver as Jake sighed in annoyance at your inaction. It happened all the time. The chauffeur saw worse than that. You had done more questionable shit than risky touching in the car....

He pinned your hand down on his thigh as you tried to reach for him, his other hand kept his pants from riding back up. “Use your mouth, just how I like it.”

You took a slow, deep, long breath. Worst things happened before. Worst things happened before. Worst things happened before. The more you repeated it, the less control you had on your body that just so naturally reacted to Jake — and his to yours. You lowered yourself beyond the point of comfort, trying to capture his soft shaft between your lips. You were stopped, now by a not-so gentle squeeze of your shoulder.

“You’ll wrinkle the dress,” Jake slid his sunglasses up on his head to take a disapproving look at you. “Get on your knees.” His chin pointed to the floor of the car. “It’d be easier if you had your pretty collar and leash on, wouldn’t it? I could make you do whatever I wanted and you’d obey.”

You closed your legs tightly together at the mention of your accessory, only now noticing the wet feeling of your panties pressed against your core.

“Good job, puppy.” Jake spoke when you settled between his open legs.

Earlier, you found his pants to be oddly loose fitting. Now, you thanked whoever thought of this as it gave him more freedom of movement. You licked a stripe from the bottom of his shaft to the tip, letting some spit drip down your tongue before you finally took him in your mouth.

He knew it was a lot to handle for you: the dress you cutely tried to salvage from the floor and from wrinkles like he had warned you, the loudness of your noises when you felt him growing heavy on your tongue as you bopped your head up and down on him at a delicious pace, the danger of it all from the driver to the fact that one sharp turn would swing you around. He tried his best to help you, he kept his feet planted on the floor and his knees caged you in. He placed a gentle hand on your head, careful with your hair, to keep you in place.

And he showered you in sinful praises — such a dirty whore for me, the perfect puppy I’ve always wanted, you’re my cock slut of course it makes you feel good to be so good to me — anything that would break the walls of your shame, your shyness, he said it. And he stripped you of all your thoughts until your head was empty and your mouth was full of his throbbing cock.

“More, fuck, more.” He stuttered while he spoke, while you abandoned the slower pace for a faster one where you focused on sucking the tip of his cock and kept your hand underneath his balls to catch saliva so it would not stain his light grey pants. You were so smart, and he wanted to tell you, but you had to make do with the loving stare he gave you when you pulled out to catch your breath. “So fucking beautiful.” He whispered, but soon enough his words were replaced by grunts of bliss when you took him as far as you could.

He hurt you, it hurt to have your mouth, your throat, so full of him. This position hurt, how you tried to stay below the window line so nobody would catch you from outside at the stop signs. It hurt to hold back the tears to try and not ruin your makeup too much. But you loved it.

And he did too. He loved it too much not to want more, to need more — to get more from you than what you were already giving him.

Your eyes widened, for a quick second when the hand on your head gripped on your hair. His legs tightened up around you, confining you to an even smaller space.

Without asking you, without warning you, he used the grip he had on you to fuck your face. His sunglasses fell on his nose, accidentally showing you the reflection of your messed up appearance.

Constant streams of tears fell down your cheeks and you let go of the dress you did not want to dirty up on the floor to hold on to his legs while he properly took you for a ride.

Up, down, up, down, you lost track. And so did Jake. Only the taps you gave to his calf reminded him to pull out and let you breathe. “Good fuckin’ puppy.” He repeated over and over again while you panted, drool falling down your chin, drops of precum covering your tongue. Jake fucked your face, hard and rough.

The more you cried, the more it turned him on. The louder you choked or coughed, the more he wanted to hear it. It was an infernal cycle. One where you wanted to be the one to give him all the pleasure, but also one where you happily let him take over so he could reach his own high. And he had no problem doing that, your mouth tight, warm, perfect.

You felt him throb in your throat, you went to brush your fingertips on your neck to feel the bulge of him. And suddenly, he stopped. The obscene noises stopped. Your surroundings remained blurry, all you could see was him.

Your mouth was left ajar in shock at the sudden emptiness when he pulled out. It was also easier that way to breathe in all the oxygen he deprived you from for the last minutes. He slapped your cheek with his hard cock a few times until you stopped blinking each time. This sight, your fucked out face and lust-filled eyes, he would never get enough of it. “Open up, right fucking now.”

And you did, tongue poking out, jaw opened as wide as you could despite the soreness and pain, you let him fill your mouth with cum. And before he could even ask you to show him the results of your hard work, you swallowed, too worried about letting even just a single drop go to waste. Eager for more, you lowered your head until he hit the back of your throat and you sucked him until he went dry, haven given you all he got.

“Such an excited puppy.” was what Jake greeted you with when you let go of him and carefully tucked him in his underwear, with his help. The recent tan he gained this last few days did an efficient job at covering the redness of his cheeks from such a strong orgasm. “Look at you.” You tilted your head in confusion. So eager for my cock that you ruined your pretty face.”

If you had it in you to remind him that you had everything somewhat under control before he decided to fuck you mercilessly, you would not even dare say a word. Good pets did not talk back. “Thank you.” Good manners won against bad attitude.

He helped you sit back on the seat beside him, at the exact moment you turned to a busy street with cars parked on each side and a long, seemingly endless line of people. The pout you gave him was genuine, filled with sadness at the thought of him leaving you alone, and craving for him. He found it adorable. “I knew all you needed was a good ride.”

You melted under the loving kisses he placed on each of your tear covered cheeks. You watched him swipe a hand through his soft hair, fixing it magically. He pushed his sunglasses higher on his nose. He caught a sad whine leaving your mouth. “You can’t come.” He smirked, knowing that you understood the double meaning of that last word. “But you’ll be good for me and wait.”

You stole a kiss from him, on your lips this time, before you had to scoot yourself in the back of the seat, a dead angle from the sneaky cameras. You watched Jake wave to the crowd and, as the door closed, disappear.

The only thing you heard over the loud screaming of fans trying to catch Jake’s attention, was the chauffeur mumbling a disappointed ‘mamma mia’ under his breath, the partition rolled down so he could ask you for your destination. And mamma mia indeed, when reality finally hit that Jake had it his way. Again. And that you would have to fix the mess he made, both on your face and between your legs, while waiting for him. Again.

#jake gyllenhaal smut #jake gyllenhaal imagine #jake gyllenhaal x reader #jake gyllenhaal x you

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strawberry-sweetz · 2 years

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𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭┊𝐑.𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚

˚ ୧ cw : Swearing, Mahito as Gaston lmao, first chapter is kinda slowburn, also my horrible spelling skills

A/N: Instead of the servants being cursed into objects I’m gonna change it to being them cursed with some sickness. I’m also going off of the animated one from 1991 cause that was the one I saw again recently, and I don’t know if any of the other movies have anything different in them.

The post that inspired this

There was always such a strange person who walked throughout the town, yet beautiful none-the-less; Y/n, the child of an inventor in the village.

Everyone thought Y/n’s father was insane with his out of the world idea’s sometimes, but Y/n? Most everyone loved them.

Once again, they walked through the little village, daydreaming and humming to them-self. “Good morning, Y/n! Would you like anything from the bakery today?” The baker questioned politely.

“Not today, thanks!” You replied cheerfully, and continued on your way; the library was your favourite place, it had so many interesting things to read and learn about and it took up most of your time. You arrived and opened the door, the bell ringing as you did. You greeted the owner in a sweet voice; “Hello, Mr. Itadori. How are you?”.

“Oh! Good morning, Y/n! I’m fine, thanks. Here for another book I presume?” He chuckled at the end of his sentence.

“I am,” you laughed lightly; “I’m here for Higurashi Gou again.” Itadori stalled for a moment. “Really?” He asked, incredulously. “How many times have you read that again?” He questioned with a bewildered look on his face. Rolling your eyes playfully, you stepped forwards to take if off the shelf.

“You know, if you really like it so much, you can take it.” He offered, turning to you; “Wait really? Thank you so much!” Hugging him, you thanked Itadori again and went on your way.

•

“Hello? I’m home!” You called out to your father. He was usually working on projects whenever you saw him, so you assumed he was down in the workshop. “Y/n? Welcome back, did you get the book you like?”

“I did,” You replied; “What are you working on now?” Taking a look at it, it was a strange looking thing, big and had weird proportions on it too.

“It’s a wood chopper!” He exclaims proudly, you nodded and smiled. He put a piece of wood in the machine to demonstrate, and it immediately started cutting it into smaller chunks. “Huh, that got the job done much faster,” he grinned; “You’ll certainly get the winning prize at tomorrows festival.”

“Oh right!” His eyes went wide, “The festival, I might be late!” He through his stuff together and hurried outside. “See you soon, Y/n! Make sure to stay safe!” And with that, he was off.

•

You walked around the house with your book, before sitting in an armchair; something about today didn’t feel right, like everything was quiet. To quiet. But it was probably just your imagination and you enjoyed the peace. Well, that was until there was a loud, obnoxious knock at the front door.

Sighing, you got up and made your way to the door to see just who was disturbing your precious time. Looking through the peephole, you sighed, again, and opened the door.

“Good morning, Mahito. How can I help you today?” You questioned, slightly annoyed at seeing him so early in the morning, though you didn’t really wanna know what he was there for, you just wanted him to go on his merry way.

“Well,” He started, fixing his clothes and looking you in the eyes; “Today is the day we get married, and you become my partner.”

Your eyes went wide. Marriage? With him? No! This has to be a joke right? “Marriage? You’re not serious right?” You asked, hoping he was kidding even tho deep down you knew he wasn’t.

“No, dearest. I’m completely serious!” He laughed, inviting himself in. He sat in your arm chair and kicked off his shoes, getting mud on the burgundy rug. He put his feet up at the table, a shit-eating grin plastered on his ugly face.

“And once we’re married we’ll leave this tiny town, have a family. Children on the floor playing with the dogs, while you massage my feet and my back like a good little partner does. And we’ll have 7.”

“Dogs?” You asked, he laughed. “No! Children.” You shuddered at the thought of having children with Mahito.

He got up, walking towards you, and you started walking back until you hit the door. He put his arms up by your head, caging you. “I’m honoured, I really am. But I just don’t deserve you,” putting you hand on the door, you spun the handle and ducked down as he tumbled down the stairs.

Throwing his boots out you close and lock the door before scurrying out the back. You breathed heavily, and turned you head around the wall to see if he was still there. Upon further inspection it seemed like the entire town was there, at least those who carried enough to show up.

“Ugh! Imagine me, being his partner!” You huffed, the images in your head were enough to make your skin feel icky.

You walked away, close to where the forest began. Sitting down to walk the sunset, it was peaceful like this. Being alone, the warm air, having a quiet moment to yourself; it didn’t happen very often in the place you live.

As it seems luck isn’t on your side today, another disturbance appears. Although, this time, it’s isn’t an annoying or cocky bastard, it’s your fathers horse?

“Wait, what are you doing here?” Standing instantly, you ran over to calm it down. “If you’re here, where’s my father?” You questioned in worry, although it was obvious you wouldn’t get an answer.

Jumping onto your fathers horse, you leave. “Please, take me to my father!”

A/N: You know how in the beginning of the movie, all the people in the town are saying Bonjour? Imagine if it was Japanese so everyone was looking out their window shouting greetings in Japanese 😭

#ryomen sukuna #sukuna #sukuna x reader #mahito #jjk fanfic #jujutsu kaisen

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sweetescapeartist · 1 year

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AKIRA TORIYAMA STEPS IN FOR KRILLIN'S SAKE

Unlike in the DBS anime continuity where the Kamikaze Fireballs have an obsession with a false idea of love, manga chapter 36 of the Tournament of Power Arc reveals that the Kamikaze Fireballs are obsessed with beauty standards.

But, did you know that Toyotaro's original draft was different from what we got? He even had Krillin call Ribrianne fat & ugly before we got the final product.

TOYOTARO'S DRAFT ✏️

Yup. And after revealing that the beauty standards are reversed, Toyotaro planned to have Ribrianne notice Krillin and call him "gorgeous."

In effect, Toyotaro was calling Krillin extremely ugly. That was his "joke." Toyotaro is not very good at comedy.

HOWEVER... Toriyama steps in to fix things, changing Toyotaro's original dialogue.

TORIYAMA'S CORRECTIONS 📝

Toyotaro attempted to mischaracterize Krillin by making him rude towards women. Toriyama has never written Krillin like that. Toyotaro attempted to call Krillin ugly. Toriyama has never called Krillin ugly.

In fact, the "kuri" part of Krillin's name is a pun meaning chestnut & references his bald head. "Kuri" can also mean monastery kitchen & Krillin trained at a monastery. Also,"kuri-kuri" is onomatopoeia for something cute and round; like the shape of Krillin's eyes & face. And "kurikuri" can mean bald like Krillin's shaved head. Only ppl who dislike Krillin have called him ugly.

TOYOTARO'S ORIGINAL INTENT: Krillin calls Ribrianne ugly, then after we are told that their beauty standards are reversed, Ribrianne practically says that Krillin is the ugliest man she's ever seen.

TORIYAMA'S CORRECTION: Krillin never insults Ribrianne & only acknowledges the beauty standards that he's familiar with & he assumes Universe 2's standards are different. Then, Whis says beauty is subjective. Next, Beerus calls Ribrianne "kinda cute" then, Ribrianne calls Krillin attractive.

With this necessary correction, Toriyama attempted to make it less about "pretty & ugly" and more about "subjective beauty." And the revised panel where Helles says "That planet's an exception" just goes to show that beauty is subjective just as Whis mentioned.

(Like how in medieval times & time after that, bigger women were more attractive than slender women because being a big woman meant they had money and were more likely to survive. Then, stick skinny women were viewed as attractive in the 90's. And currently "thicc" women are viewed as attractive. Or how women with a lot of plastic surgery & injections are viewed as attractive too. Beauty standards change. And every place around the world has their own different beauty standards.)

With Toriyama's corrections, the next page where Ribrianne calls Krillin "gorgeous" now reads in a slightly different & less negative way.

Toriyama's changes imply that the Kamikazes Fireballs just find Krillin's simplistic features attractive, not that he's "ugly." Even Beerus calling Ribrianne cute implies that Krillin would also be considered "cute."

However, Krillin's reaction to being complimented by them reveals Toyotaro's original intent to insult Krillin still survived in certain places...

Krillin is visually upset when Whis teases him about how the Kamikaze Fireballs calling him handsome (the opposite would be hideous).

Krillin is visually upset when Beerus tells him "good work" [for being ugly].

There are other instances where Toriyama had to step in to correct Toyotaro's writing and art, but this one was just focused on Krillin. Maybe I will do more in the future. Maybe I won't.

CONCLUSION

Instances in Toyotaro's writing like these contradict Toriyama's works. Krillin is never called ugly in Toriyama's original work nor is he called ugly in his recent works. Toriyama treats Krillin with respect while Toyotaro treats him with disrespect. You wanna know how Toriyama writes Krillin? Read the original manga, watch the DBS anime, & watch DBS: Super Hero (Toriyama was heavily involved in the script and character designs for that film).

The DBS manga is proof of how much Toyotaro doesn't understand the characters & reveals his strong dislike for Krillin. Toyotaro's almost Koyama 2.0. (Koyama is the one who insulted Krillin and made him look bad in DBZ & DBZ movies when Toriyama never did in his manga. Koyama hated Krillin.)

The superior version of these events are in the DBS anime. The Kamikaze Fireballs' obsession with artificial love & the themes during the 18 vs Ribrianne battle were excellent! And the way Ribrianne talked about K18 cleverly reflects how K18 haters (like Toyotaro) speak about Krillin & 18.

Anyway, I just thought I'd bring this information to ppl who may not have noticed it. The fact that Toriyama had to change every bit of the dialogue on that one page is insane! This reveals how Toriyama feels about his beloved character while revealing Toyotaro's obvious disdain for Krillin (& others who aren't Saiyans, Vegeta, or Roshi).

Special thanks to @contentexplorer for sending me a link to a translation of this page. It really helped me with my translation.

But now, I'm worried about how Toyotaro will write Krillin in his adaptation of DBS: Super Hero. Will Toyotaro insult Krillin in sly ways? Will he make 18 unnecessarily cruel towards Krillin? Will he take away moments & feats of skill/power that Krillin had and give them to another character? Knowing how Toyo does things, at least one of these things will happen... 😒

BONUS INFO...

Toriyama would have had to correct 4 pages at the least, & 6 pages at the most regarding Ribrianne vs 18. It was May 2018 when this chapter came out. This is during a time when when Toriyama was working on DBS: Broly (released December 14) & DBS: Super Hero (was in pre-production since 2017). He just made quick corrections and let Toyotaro do his thing. Which ended up being Toyotaro rushing through the ToP and mischaracterizing other characters.

Toyotaro said in a 2022 interview that he watched Super Hero to understand how Toriyama writes so he can improve. This reveals two things. #1 is that Toyo DOES NOT understand how to write these characters at all. #2 is that Toriyama is not writing the manga as many falsely claim. He is barely involved in the writing. Toriyama lets Toyotaro write most of that while Toriyama gets a credit for being the creator of the series.

I have too much on my mind & I'm likely overcrowding this with too much info. I'll probably end up editing this post later so it's shorter. 😓

#Akira Toriyama #Toriyama #Toyoraro #wtf toyotaro?#Krillin #Kuririn #Ribrianne #Kamikaze Fireballs #DBS manga #DBS #DBZ #DB #Dragon Ball #Dragon Ball Z #Dragon Ball Super

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