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luffysscraps · 3 months

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Thinking about dog! Hybrid Luffy🔞

Cw; Fem reader. Pet play. Non-con/Dub-con. Breeding kink. Established relationship.

-He leaves holes everywhere in your yard. Literally the moment you step out into your back yard you almost create a sinkhole due to his digging habits. And he’ll just stare at you with a smile and lick you all over.

-He’s very energetic, running up and down through the house, dashing around every chance he gets and begging you to play with him. “Y/N! Play with me! Throw ball! Throw the ball! Please! Play! Play! Play!” Luffy begs his black tail wagging as he runs in a circle around you.

-He can speak a little, but nothing complex. He says stuff like “let’s go outside!” “I’m hungry!” “Can I sleep on the bed?” “Pets please!” “Walk! Walk!” Despite his simple way of speaking he understands everything you say, but takes a while for it all to process. But he doesn’t get the concept of math at all, numbers don’t make sense to him so don’t even try to teach him it.

-“Luffy!” “ Hi Hi! Y/n!! Good morning! Wanna play? Wanna eat?! I’m hungry! Let’s play! No let’s eat! Can we do both?! Hi hi!” He appears the second you call him babbling on and once you call his attention. You mutter the syllable ‘L’ And all you hear is the jingling of his collar. He’s just so happy you called him! He thought he’d just be squeezing his chew toy all day without you. (Which he squeaks on all day regardless)

-Eats all the meat in the house. You literally can’t stock pile meat and have to buy meat literally two portions at a time. The butchers stare at you funny when you only buy three chicken legs at a time. Or one small tiny portion of beef to feed three. And you come here like every day? Little do they know you have a menace in your home who will eat every scrap of meat you have with no shame. You usually only eat one serving while Luffy eats two plus snacks and extra meals when he begs. And he’s in healthy shape due to his energetic nature.

-"LUFFY NO!" is one of your most used phrases whenever you bring him outside with you. He’s very protective of you and any other male hybrid in around you. He’s quick to jump into fights without any warning signs. He’s happy and docile one minute and then he just pounces on whatever male hybrids come close to you. A crocodile, a bear, a flamingo, he was even crazy enough to fight a dragon?!?

- As aggressive as he is, he’s also super friendly?! Like once hybrids clarify they’re not after you he’s trying to play with them after just giving them a black eye??? And somehow it always ends up working???

-He loves to explore and adventure. He’ll just get up, give you a kiss goodbye and run off for days at a time. He has so many friends with other people and hybrids that you’ve never met or heard before. Like you’re sure half of the people he’s mentioned don’t even live in this area. Where the hell did he go? Well he always returns home safe so there’s nothing to worry about. Plus he’s always so excited to see you when he gets back. “Y/N!! I missed you! I had so much fun! But I missed you a lot! “

-Call him a good boy and he’ll melt. His ears stand up and his tail starts wagging. “Really?! I’m your good boy!” He really likes that nickname.

-Oh and if you don’t like being active I’m sorry but Luffy is not the hybrid for you. He’ll literally drag you out with him, and force you to play with him. Trying to do homework? Mf eats it. Trying to play a video game or watch tv? He unplugs it. Trying to simply rest? No you’re not because he wants to play and he’s a selfish bastard. “Let’s play now Y/N!” He says with those puppy dog eyes as he unplugged the TV for the one hundredth time.

-Brings and makes you gifts all the time! They’re not the usual expensive gifts you expect from a partner. He gifts you, your sock he stole from you like a month ago, Old bones from meat he already ate and gnawed on, Dead rats he killed. And then he also likes to draw and write, he draws pictures of you and him with hearts everywhere. Your fridge is filled with them. And he writes you love letters, they’re simple and short but very sweet.

‘Y/N I love you. You pet me on my head. You play with me. You’re pretty and kind. My heart goes fast when I’m with you. -Love Luffy’

-Now when he’s in heat he turns into a horny demon. “Sex! Sex! Sex! Sex!” He chants bouncing around ripping his clothes to shreds and tackling you to the ground, dry humping your body as you just got home from your nine hour shift.

-You’ll know he’s in heat because now he’s walking around the house butt ass naked, balls out with a sweet and devious smile on his face. Don’t try to make him wear his clothes because he’s not going to AT ALL. He’ll rip them to pieces right in front of you and simply say. “Too hot!”

-Steals ALL of your panties. Literally keeps a heap of them in his bed. And has no shame in it, licking them while you’re watching him. His bed sheets have to be washed daily when he ruts because he cums gallons and will jerk off all day long.

-He just stared at you with lidded eyes. “Please Y/N… sex…” He whines out licking your earlobe. He tries his best to hold back, he really does but his urges take over after holding out for so long. He needs to be inside of you and now.

- And when you bend over it’s practically over. That’s you basically inviting him to mount you and stick his hard on inside! One minute you’re bending down to pick up a book you dropped, the next you’re on the ground, face first with Luffy’s large meaty hard cock inside of your cunt.

-He never really asks but he can smell your hormones. You want it too. Plus your moans are enough to tell him you do! Or are those his moans? He can’t tell at this point, he’s so horny and he needs to release.

-You honestly don’t mind his heat, he’s surprisingly gentle and will stop if you ask him too. But the only thing you have to do is always be on the pill- Luffy has no idea what condoms are and when you tried to put one on him he ripped it off in seconds. “Feels weird. No way!” He says with a smile before pounding into your pussy raw. And because he’s in heat, his number one goal is to get you pregnant.

-So every time you guys fuck and the next day your stomach isn’t big and round with his kids he gets mad. Just staring at you and your stomach. “What’s wrong?! Get pregnant already!” He whines with frustration. Oh well if you didn’t get pregnant the last time, he’ll make sure you do now, every last bit of his cum is going in your pussy. He doesn’t let a drop escape it when he finally releases into you.

-Yeah your hybrid boyfriend is pretty hard to handle, but would you settle for anyone else? Not a chance. <3

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animeomegas · 2 months

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Ideal Valentines Day - Omega! Aizawa, Mic, Toshinori, Dabi

A/N: For the anon who asked <3 I wasn't vibing with Shiggy today, so I left him off. I feel like these all ended up being home dates, but I think being a hero or villain makes those easier lol. There are hints of n-sfw, but it's non-descriptive and very tame.

Aizawa

Actions speak louder than words for Aizawa, and I think his preferred love language for receiving affection is Acts of Service.

He has no need for material items, and that goes doubly for anything covered in hearts. I don't think he's a massive fan of chocolate. And flowers are just another thing that he has to sort out and try to keep alive as long as he can. No, he much prefers practical care on Valentine's day.

He wants you to pick him up from UA after work so he doesn't have to drive, a warm cup of his favourite coffee, far sweeter than his image would suggest, ready for him.

He wants to go straight home of course. When he walks through the door, he would love to see the house sparkling clean and tidy. It lifts a burden off him that he didn't even know was there.

There's no fancy outfits with him. He wants to immediately get changed into the comfiest clothes he has, and he would love if you did the same.

Dinner should 100% be his favourite takeaway, eaten on the couch, of course.

I don't know why, but I don't get the vibe that Aizawa is that interested in sex on Valentines Day. I think he'd prefer the intimacy to come from a shared bath or a massage.

And ideally the night ends early, so he can face tomorrow well rested, for once in his life.

Mic

Hizashi loves cheesy romance, he lives for cheesy romance! He eats, sleeps, and breathes it!

I think receiving gifts is something he loves, so get him a pink teddy bear, get him a comically oversized chocolate bar, get him a sappy card filled with cheesy love poems (bonus if you write them yourself.) He loves it all.

He also wants to be at home, because he's worried about people recognising him and interrupting the date.

He would love, love, love if he came home to a trail of rose petals to follow, he's always wanted to do that!

I think he'd enjoy cooking dinner together, just making a mess, playing around, listening to music.

Please pull him to dance with you, he will melt.

Once the food is eaten and the mess left for tomorrow, I think he'd want to do some sort of activity. A board game, a video game, painting together, anything! He's having fun as long as he's with you.

And then... well he's certainly not going to complain if one of your gifts to him was lingerie or a new 'toy'. And it would be rude to not try them out 😏

Toshinori

His idea of romance is old school. He developed his taste mostly from films, rather than experience, after all.

He wants roses so badly. He can't decide if it's more romantic to get a dozen roses, or just one, so he'll let you decide.

I think something private would be more meaningful to him because he's spent his life in the spotlight.

He wants you to meet him at the door with a rose/bouquet of roses, and then lead him into the living room of your home, where you've laid out a fancy dinner.

He wants the fancy dinner table to be set to the nines, he wants candles, champagne, and some food that he can eat. He wants classical music playing in the background.

And then he wants you to pull out his chair for him and wine and dine him until he's completely smitten, not that that's hard.

He doesn't mind if you order the food, but he'd prefer if you either made it by hand, or had it ordered from a special place as opposed to just off a food delivery app. He wants everything to feel special.

The best way to finish the night after dinner is with a movie. One of his favourite films, probably a ridiculous American action film or terrible romcom.

He needs some good old fashioned cuddling at the same time of course.

And because he's getting old, he wants to spend the final moments of the day tucked up in bed, talking about feelings and the future, and all the fuzzy things you're both looking forward to in your relationship.

Dabi

Dabi is softer than he will admit, which means Valentines Day with him involved tricking him into feeling loved.

You can't do things that are too typical, because he'll get spooked. If he comes home and sees heart shaped balloons or dozens of roses, he will flee the scene.

Luckily, he is utterly weak for pizza, so if he comes home and you've ordered his favourite pizza and got a video game/film set up, he can't resist.

"This isn't some weird Valentine's shit, is it?"

"It's just pizza, Dabi, but if you don't want any, I'll eat it all."

"What? In your dreams, knothead."

Once you've lulled him in with pizza and games, you can start putting the moves on him.

He's almost always down for sex, so that part is easy. The hard part is stopping him from escalating it into something rougher, and keeping it gentle.

He gets frustrated at first that you're being too soft on him, and it's at this point that you start lavishing him in praise and body worship. His frustration turns into bashfulness and Dabi gets kind of shy.

Let him know how much you love him.

And then, right when you're both about to drift off, wish him a Happy Valentine's Day.

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thehandthatleads02 · 2 months

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can you describe what a typical day looks like for you and your girls?

I'm always up first, usually around 5:30. mercy's a heavy sleeper so she doesn't wake up, but she is sensitive to light so I keep them low. softgirl has her own room because she is a very sensitive sleeper, but even then I do my best to stay quiet as I get ready for work. (TBH, I think I wake her up every morning but she's too polite to tell me). I am out of the apartment before either of the girls wake up and off to work.

mercy wakes up after me and gets herself to work. She's not much of a morning person so her mornings are a little slow, but I do encourage her to edge before work. She doesn't always have the energy, but we are working on ways to make that easier. She's started transitioning to a hybrid work from home, so that adjusts the schedule a bit. (I also work from home two days most weeks). softgirl is usually the last up, she has a fairly involved morning routine she does most days. Getting ready for work, getting her morning Overwatch game in, getting food. (if it's a good day). She typically gets to her store to open around 11:30, and fortunately it is close enough she can walk.

I'm usually off around 4, and if softgirl doesn't close that day she's usually ready to be picked up by the time I get to the store. Once we get home I make sure she gets a shower, get her dried off, and I pick out one of my shirts to wear for the evening. (She gets grumpy if I forget this.)

mercy is typically home by 6, and whoever is responsible for dinner that night will cook. We eat dinner on the couch, and we have to have something on the TV because softgirl can't handle the sound of people eating. After dinner we usually play a video game together, for a long time that was Overwatch but lately it is branched out to Borderlands and some other stuff.

Around 8 we pile on to the couch to snuggle and watch TV. The girls get grumpy if they don't get good snuggle time. Lately we have been going through The Legend of Korra, but we watch a lot of Kitchen Nightmares and Hell's Kitchen too.

Around 9 we usually get ready for bed, and then snuggle together in my room for a bit. This is usually tiktok time. When softgirl gets tired she heads to her room for bed, and I usually make sure the door is locked, the lights are out, and softgirl has water to drink overnight.

There's some variation in there depending on softgirl's schedule, if I have to work late, if mercy has her yarn club, but that's the general gist. We try to do something fun together on the weekends, Sunday is the only day we are all off work right now.

I imagine none of this sounds exciting or terribly sexy, I imagine most people picture regular orgies, lots of Dominance and submissive procedures, or perhaps a lot of edging. To be perfectly honest, life gets in the way. This week I am trying to buy a new car, get taxes done, get some pictures hanged on the wall... We have a vacation coming up in a few months we have to plan, we're trying to buy a house this year.... It's all really much more normal that most people assume.

There is a lot more I want to do. I fit in more where I can. I'm trying to build a streaming channel over on twitch and youtube so we can get some extra income in, give us some more options. (That's the shameless plug, follow those channels from my pinned post to see my non-kink content) I'd love if both of my girls didn't have to work, but right now the finances just don't work that way.

I want to help softgirl manage her chronic pain and her stress. I want to help mercy be a better bimbo and handle her stress better. I want my girls to be happy. There is so much I want to do, but for now I am making my plans one step at a time.

Not sure that was the answer the anon was asking for, but that's what life looks like at the moment.

#lifestyle #softgirl #mercy #thehandthatfollows

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writeforfandoms · 8 months

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Fall Into Me 8

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Gaz and Soap spend an evening trying not to worry. Gaz finds something unexpected on the coffee shop Monday morning.

Warnings: Swearing, antisemitism (instance of swastika being spraypainted on the building), not quite panic attack, Soap and Gaz gossip.

Word count: 2.1k

Eventual Rose x 141/Los Vaqueros. Eventual.

Gaz liked Soap, he really did. He just… liked Soap less when Soap followed him home.

Not that he was truly surprised anymore. Soap only spent half of his nights in his own apartment, claiming it was too quiet and infringing on everyone else’s spaces instead.

(Apparently the last time Soap had shown up uninvited at Ale and Rudy’s apartment, though, Ale had sworn at him in Spanish for a solid minute before throwing a pillow in his face. Rudy still refused to translate everything, and Soap went an interesting shade of red whenever the subject came up.)

Gaz had acquiesced with mostly good grace, especially since Soap paid for dinner from a little deli Gaz had never been to.

Which is how the two ended up on Gaz’s couch, eating some of the best matzo ball soup Gaz had ever had and playing video games.

“You have to go left,” Gaz pointed out, very helpfully if anybody asked him.

“I know what I’m doing,” Soap muttered, hunching his shoulders. “Guess that explains how she knew about the deli.”

“What?” Gaz blinked at the non-sequitur, and then smirked when Soap had to backtrack. “Told you to go left.”

“Fuck off,” Soap grumbled without heat. “Rose. Jewish. Explains how she knew about the deli.”

Gaz snorted. “I don’t think she knows every Jewish spot in the city just because she is, man.”

Soap shrugged. “Dunno, she got a bit squirrely when we asked.”

Gaz huffed, leaning back and balancing his soup in his lap. “Not everybody likes Jews,” he pointed out, reasonably enough.

“I know that!” Soap growled softly when he had to backtrack again.

“And she doesn’t know us well, yet.” Gaz ignored that little outburst. “Of course she’s being cautious. Can’t blame her.”

Soap didn’t respond for several moments. “D’ye think she’s been hurt before? Because of who she is.”

Gaz considered the question carefully and eventually shrugged. “Dunno. It’s hard to say. She hides a lot behind those smiles.”

Soap grunted softly as he finally got his character back onto the farm and into bed. “Your turn.”

Gaz took the remote and knocked his fist into Soap’s shoulder. “There’s still a lot we don’t know. Takes time to get to know someone. Just keep being you, she has fun with you.”

“Course she does.” Soap grinned, leaning back to watch Gaz work on the farm. “How’d you get her number, anyway?”

“I asked.” Gaz preened a little. “She likes me.”

“Shove off.” Soap stuck his tongue out.

“I could make you go home.”

“Good luck, this couch is mine.”

Gaz was just debating pausing the game to tackle Soap off the couch when his phone pinged. He paused the game anyway but only to dig his phone out.

“From Rose,” he muttered, for Soap’s benefit. “Says she’s… on her way home already?”

“It’s just past 9,” Soap muttered, frowning. “She alright?”

Gaz was quick to text back, thanking her for letting him know and asking if she was alright. He ate more soup while he waited for a response. It was really good soup.

I’m fine. Dinner ended early is all, no big deal. See you Monday!

Gaz turned his phone around so Soap could read it before Soap could do anything like try to wrestle the phone away from him.

“Dinner ended early,” Soap repeated blandly. “Sounds a bit fishy, aye?”

“Not our concern,” Gaz reminded him. “She’s basically telling us to back off.”

Soap made a face but didn’t argue. “Hurry up and finish the day,” he grumbled. “I wanna see if I can catch that fish.”

Gaz rolled his eyes but resumed the game. But he (and Soap) kept an eye on his phone, just in case of further texts.

But he didn’t hear anything more from her all weekend.

He got up early Monday morning, intending to help her out with the shop for the morning rush. Fortunately he didn’t live far from the office building (closer than everybody except Soap, actually) so it wasn’t a long walk.

He stopped dead on the sidewalk outside the coffee shop. Someone had spraypainted a swastika on the outside of the shop, the black and white stark and ugly.

“Rose!” He ran the last few steps to the door, tugging on it. Locked. But the lights were on. “Rose!” He knocked and then moved, searching for movement in the shop.

Rose emerged from the back, pale and trembling, and unlocked the door for him. Gaz was quick to grab her shoulders, giving her a once-over. But she looked okay, just scared and shaky.

“Are you alright?” he asked, locking the door behind them and guiding her back again.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” She looked at the front window and shuddered, eyes closing in misery. “I already called building management, I’m waiting to hear back.”

Gaz clenched his jaw for a moment. “I’m calling the Captain.”

“What? No! Why?” She shook her head rapidly, hair whipping around her head.

“He might have access to the outside cameras, so he can find who did this.” Gaz shrugged as he pulled out his phone.

“Don’t bother him so early.” Rose looked if anything more panicky, which was… the opposite of what he wanted.

Slowly, he put his phone back away and pulled her into a hug. Her next inhale was shaky, and he hugged her harder even as he felt moisture on his shoulder. Her hands gripped the back of his shirt tightly, but she was remarkably quiet. If anything, that made his heart hurt more for her - that kind of quiet was learned.

“I’m sorry,” she finally gasped, pulling away and wiping at her eyes. “I just–it was a long weekend and I didn’t get much sleep and I wasn’t expecting to see that and–”

“Easy,” Gaz murmured, tugging her over to a chair. “It’s alright, you’re alright. We’ll get that taken care of, yeah? You don’t have to worry about it.”

Rose shook her head again, but she didn’t actually object, so Gaz called Price. But he stayed right next to Rose, one hand rubbing her shoulder.

“Gaz,” Price answered, calm and even as always. “What’s going on?”

“Someone spraypainted the outside of the coffee shop,” he reported immediately, squeezing Rose’s shoulder when her breathing hitched. “I’ve got Rose.”

“Copy that, I can be there in ten.”

“Rog. See you soon.” Gaz hung up. He had no idea how Price was going to manage getting here in ten minutes, but if there was one thing he knew about his Captain, it was that when he gave his word, he kept it. Price would be there in ten minutes, or less. “What can I get you, love?”

Rose shrugged a little helplessly. “I don’t know. I haven’t…” Her gaze strayed to the window again and she swallowed hard.

“Hey.” Gaz moved between her and the window, cupping her cheek to keep her from leaning around him. “You’re alright.”

Rose shook her head again but didn’t elaborate further, just ducked her head. “I should be getting ready to open.”

“I think people will understand if you don’t, today.” Gaz was going to hold his ground on this. Especially since he knew he’d have backup shortly.

“No, I was already closed all weekend, I can’t…” Rose trailed off, visibly struggling.

“This counts as extenuating circumstances, love.” Gaz swiped his thumb over her cheek, hating the wetness there, that this had upset her enough to cry over. “We’ll get it figured out, yeah?”

Her next exhale was shaky, and for a moment Gaz was afraid she’d start crying again. But she just sniffled and nodded.

“I have tissues in the back,” she muttered, getting to her feet again, more slowly than normal. She shuffled away from him. Gaz almost called her back or grabbed her or offered to do it for her, but he restrained himself. She needed a bit of time and space. At least she wouldn’t be able to see the spraypaint from the back.

Gaz put his hands on his hips and briefly dropped his head. Poor thing - she needed a few more good hugs and some time to calm down.

And they needed to figure out if this was a genuine threat or just some arsehole.

Two pairs of boots approaching got Gaz to move, and he unlocked the door before Price could knock. Ale was with him, likely a coincidence, holding a small bundle of flowers. Both men looked furious, as Gaz expected.

“Sitrep,” Price growled, taking a quick look around the store.

“Found that this morning,” Gaz said, locking the door again. “Rose is in the back, already contacted building management. Unknown motive.”

Ale set the flowers down gently, lips set in a grim line. “Cameras?”

Gaz shrugged. “Don’t have access yet.”

Price nodded once, gaze flitting about the store. “Is she staying closed today?”

“No.” Rose stopped behind the counter. Her face was still a little blotchy, her eyes still a little red, but she looked steadier. She was certainly less pale. “I can’t.”

“You don’t know if that is a threat.” Price crossed his arms over his chest.

“I doubt it. Most likely just someone thought they’d make an antisemitic statement.” She shrugged. “It’s awful, but it could be worse.”

“It could be worse is not reassuring, cariño,” Ale murmured, stepping closer to her to cup her shoulders. “We worry because we care for you and do not want to see you hurt.”

For a moment, her lip trembled. Then she breathed in slowly, smiling just a little. “I appreciate that. But I really can’t stay closed today.” Her gaze darted to the window darkened with spraypaint and the smile twisted into a grimace. “For one thing, I don’t want to be intimidated into closing. And for another… still have bills to pay.”

Ale clucked and pulled her into a hug, tucking her easily under his chin. Watching the two of them, it struck Gaz how much smaller she was - she fit easily into Ale’s hold. Even Gaz had no problem tucking her into his shoulder when he wanted to. Smaller, soft, gentle. All the things that he’d been trying to protect in the world.

Gaz clenched his jaw and looked away, only to find Price already watching him. The captain raised a single eyebrow: Alright? Gaz nodded once, determined.

“Gaz will stay here today,” Price decided, watching as Rose pulled back a bit. “I’ll handle building management.”

“But–” Rose started to protest.

“Your safety is more important,” Price interrupted, no-nonsense. “One of us will be here, we can work down here just as well as in the office. It’s not a problem. It’s not an imposition. Clear?”

Rose made a complicated expression, an almost-smile paired with a little wiggle of her nose (and seriously, Gaz hadn’t thought she could get cuter) and some eyebrow acrobatics. Then she sighed and nodded. “Fine. Just. Don’t make anybody go out of their way because of this.”

Price huffed a laugh. “Darling, I’ll be lucky if they don’t all relocate down here,” he drawled.

He had a point, Gaz had to admit. Rose blushed, though if it was the nickname or the rest of the sentence he couldn’t tell. Not for sure. But she was rallying quickly.

“Fine,” she agreed. “But you will let me know the second you hear anything from management.” She narrowed her eyes a little at him, which was fair.

“Yes, ma’am.” Price’s lips twitched with a barely repressed smile.

“Oh don’t ‘ma’am’ me,” she sassed. “Or I’ll start calling you Captain.”

Gaz just caught Price’s reaction, watching heat flare and be suppressed in a fraction of a second. Oh. Now that was new.

Ale, fortunately, distracted her with another hug, murmuring something to her too low for Gaz to hear. Gaz took the opportunity to step closer to his Captain.

“Standard check ins?”

“Yes.” Price didn’t look away from the two for another long moment before those blue eyes focused on Gaz. “I’ll keep you updated on my end.”

“Rog.” Gaz nodded once and slipped back behind the counter to grab the spare apron again. He paused outside the tiny office - he’d peeked inside before, of course, enough to see that there was barely enough room for Rose to get any kind of work done. Today there was a bright-colored bag sitting on the desk chair, and he could just see yarn poking out the top.

He walked away, because if he thought about this too much, thought about Rose coming into work happy and looking forward to sharing her knitting, he’d go hunt the bastard down himself.

“Where do we start?” he asked brightly, smiling at Rose.

#fall into me #f!oc #poly au #poly vibes

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slocumjoe · 1 year

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⚠️Request rules⚠️

1; Be specific and unique

For example, the prompt "Sole dies". All characters would be sad, or angry. But the prompt, "Companions travel through a haunted forest and lose each other" has a lot of ways it can go. Vague prompts can be difficult for me to write, as there's often not much to write. Or if there is, it ends up feeling samey, or too short. There's only so much I can write about Sole dying.

Some prompts are answered in canon, and don't need to be answered. For example, Companions react to Sole speaking like the Silver Shroud. You can easily go on a wiki or find a compilation video on YouTube.

Also, I prefer to write about the companions, not Sole. So, requests about the Sole Survivor are likely to sit in the inbox for a while.

2; Be mindful of dark subject matter

Guys. You know miscarriage is a real thing, right? A horrible, traumatic thing that fucks up entire families? And same with rape, or abuse, or anything like that. Use your best judgement asking about heavier topics. These things aren't scenarios to generate angst. They're traumatic events. That real people go through.

I'll never forget following a react blog who was asked to write about miscarriage, only for them to apologize and refuse, as they had suffered multiple miscarriages themselves.

Rule 3; No fetishes or second-hand embarrassment prompts

So, I said be specific and weird...not with your own fetishs, please.

For non fetish stuff, I really do not care for toilet humor. Or anything meant to evoke second-hand embarrassment. This is another 'use best judgement'. I'm very easily grossed out by body fluids/excrement and there's no prompt that I'm willing to do with it.

Rule 4; I don't do Fallout 3 or New Vegas content

Masterlist

Newest first

Reacts V

Freaky Friday Episode

Sole vanishes, oh nooooo

Beach Episode

Companion at the zoo

The Oberland Alien

Sole gets their name tattooed

Sole finds a baby and wants it

Companions play Minecraft

Gage only; Come to the Galactic Zone if you want an asskicking

Companions and a magpie of a person

Sole with bad motor skills

Companions react to a synth of themselves

Companions as Roommates

Modern!Companions and Halloween

Sole just kisses them already

Sole sick but refusing to rest

Sole who cries when yelled at

Sole gets hurt saving their life

Touchy Sole

Overhearing Sole realize they love them

Sole breaks down crying in their arms

Companions work at a grocery store

Companions react to the Scorched Plague

Companions on Social Media

Headcanon posts V

Religion and stuff

Grab bag 4

Drinking habits

Coming out

Who they'd end up with

Losing their virginity

Modern au

Sexuality and ideal partners

Dreams and nightmares part 1

Companions' tells that they love someone

Companions' fursonas

What they'd eat in general

NSFW grab bag 3

Companions and stress

Companions spend time at a settlement

Gage fluffy-shippy-sad headcanons

Interior design

Companion Headcanon Grab‐bag

Gage Catchup Lightning Round

Favorite songs on the radio

NSFW Gage Headcanons

NSFW; Libido/sex drive

NSFW; Intensity in bed

Variety NSFW headcanons 2

Variety NSFW headcanons

Comfort food

How often they bathe

What they do/wear on days off

Danse headcanons

Laughing headcanons

X6-88 Headcanons

Physique headcanons

2 headcanons per companion

1 headcanon per companion

Meta stuff V

Synths as trans allegory for pride month

Polyamory and infidelity in games

Curie's quest is pretty dumb

A bunch of mini-essays on all the companions

Danse and autism

Oc appearance meme

Isadora ramblings and lore drops

Cait breakdown and critique

Minutemen Questline Rehaul

Florence, Isadora, and Gage

Wasteland creatures i want

Gage Name Meaning

The Gage Essay I wrote while baked on leftover lasagna

Thoughts on Piper, Strong, and Codsworth

Strong Character Bingo/Rant

My thoughts on Porter Gage before playing Nuka World

Peer-Reviewing "The Synthetic Truth"

Piper rant 2

I swear I am normal about Piper

Things I love about the companions

Biggest complaints about each companion's writing

Meme stuff V

Getting Hulk smashed by a baby (game clip)

How id compliment them

Sole gets a pet-claw

...hi (game clip)

Bad timing, dude (game clip)

Who smokes weed

Cat X6-88

Shaun gets a pet-claw

Cannibal perk

Companions as video games

War-shta-sure

Four frenchspeakers screamingn in a room

Danse's favorite shirt

Egg

muppets

dickless nickolas

mall cop

Memes 2

Memes 1

What the companions get canceled for

AITA For trying to blow up my crush's blimp?

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juukeboxx · 1 year

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General Headcanons - Donatello

We're back at it again with some more general headcanons! This time I have some for my personal favorite: Donatello. Keep in mind these are not for one specific version of Donnie. Enjoy!

Last but not least is Mikey!

Word count: 636

It should come as no surprise that Donnie loves to read. The genre he’s interested in tends to vary from day to day. One day he’ll be reading non-fiction and the next day he’ll be reading fantasy.

Donnie loves getting book recommendations from April or Leo (Mikey and Raph are more into comics). He’ll grab a little stack of books, including some recommendations, and binge read when he has the free time.

Surprisingly, it takes a lot for Donnie to get mad. Sure, he gets irritated when his brothers are pestering him while he's trying to work or sometimes his inventions don't go as planned but like Leo he has a lot of patience. He will never get to the point where he starts yelling at people unless someone finds a way to push him past his limit.

He turns his music all the way up when he's working in his lab, and honestly it could be anything. Like books, Donnie's choice in music tends to vary from day to day. Sometimes he'll turn on some classic rock, other times it will be K-Pop. Really it's whatever he wants to vibe to that day.

Donnie is very simple when it comes to pizza. He's all for a plain cheese pizza, but really loves a good veggie pizza every once and a while. He'll eat pepperoni but he doesn't like all the grease.

He really likes to observe people in their surroundings simply because he finds human life so interesting. It's something he will never get the chance to experience, but his natural curiosity makes him want to know all about it.

Donnie just enjoys being in the company of others. Sometimes he's in his lab for so long he forgets to get out and get some fresh air. Mikey is usually the one that will invite him to play video games or hang out, but Leo and Raph invite him to do things with them too like meditating or getting a workout in.

Oh boy... Donnie is not the best at taking care of himself. He tends to pull multiple all-nighters which seriously messes with his sleep schedule and he has a bad habit of skipping meals. He'll try to drink a protein shake or eat a protein bar to try to get something in his stomach but even then he'll still forget to eat.

He tends to get "tunnel vision" when working on projects or even doing stuff in his free time. And speaking of, Donnie doesn't really make a lot of time for his hobbies outside of reading. For example, Donnie really likes coding. But he won't set aside an hour just to sit and learn a new skill for fun. His mind is always in "work mode."

Donnie sometimes feels like he could be doing more to contribute to the team. He's not the strongest, and he knows that. So in order to try to compensate for it by constantly coming up with inventions or improving things around the lair. He really needs to validation that what he's already contributing is more than enough.

Donnie gets overstimulated pretty easily, even thouh he sometimes doesn't realize it and he thinks that he's just super frustrated at first. However, when he does notice he's getting overstimulated he'll make his way to his room and lay in bed. He really likes super soft things so he has lots of super soft pillows and blankets on his bed.

He knows some different grounding techniques to calm his mind too. Donnie will also find some sort of comfort media to watch, whether that be a movie, TV show, or something on YouTube.

Donnie is genuinely one of the kindest souls anyone will ever meet. He's always looking out for his friends and family in his own unique way.

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 1987 #tmnt 2003 #tmnt 2007 #tmnt 2012 #tmnt bayverse #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #tmnt 2018 #tmnt idw #donatello hamato #donnie tmnt

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fatgumsurpremacy-remastered · 1 year

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hello, I'm not sure if you're familiar with the arkham games, if you are could you do some yandere riddler headcanons for arkham city?knight works too if you can think of any for city specifically. Or if you don't feel like writing it, that's perfectly fine too, have a nice day!

Anon I’m kissing you on the forehead several times. This greasy man has my soul. (I actually played the Arkhamverse games with my dad when I was younger so here’s a little trip!)

@letstalkaboutfandomsbaby Maybe you'd be interested

Tw: Angst, Childhood Friends, Breif mentions of violence, kidnapping, obviously yandere themes. Non con tattoo, tracking, abandonment.

•Arkham City Eddie definitely fell for you as a friend first. He as a friend was also super possesive. Always wanting to be around, show you off to anyone else at his job or otherwise.

•Then it got… stranger. He began bragging about you without meaning to. Staying outside your apartment to watch you go about your life. Stalking your social for any hint of who you may like.

•He refuses to admit that he is head over heels for you. He instead switches to playful insults between the two of you so he can distance his feelings. But the more you laugh, and lean into him the more he needs to run.

•As compelled as he is to do something, fear nags at him and he wants to do literally anything else. He’s restless.

•His whole ‘vigilante’ route wasn’t great on his mental health., but it was worse trying to think of your possible rejection. So he kept at it. He amped up his behavior till it burst out of him.

•After nearly 5 years of friendship and 2 years unrequited feelings he’d snap. He’d follow you around and show you.

•When he says he loves you he doesn’t mean it lightly. You mean the world to him, you’ll just have to be kept at his side for a good amount of time.

•He’s not delusional, he just likes the feeling of something ‘normal’. It’s more than likely, almost inevitable, that he will kidnap you. Fill your room with your favorite chintz and keep cams hidden throughout. So long as you can keep your façade of friendship you’re golden.

•He’s not a violent yandere to you, in fact there’s a very small difference between how you were as friends and now as a ‘couple.’

•When the bat eventually shows up to steal you he’s livid. He attempts to throw punches but it doesn’t work: he fails miserably. When he does take you and he sees you hugging the rodent his heart shatters.

•It’s then when he realizes that he’s got to keep a tighter leash. When he gets you again he doesn’t pull back. Your fake outs at this game are for naught.

•You sleep in his bed now. Eat what he eats now. And wear what he wants you to. You have no say in it, and if you wanna talk back you’ll wake up to a tracking chip and a convenient question mark.

•He’s a lot colder to you after he gets back from arkham. No it’s not because he hates you now, hell he doesn’t even wanna teach you a lesson. He is just conflicted on how to go about it.

•In the end you have to kiss up to him (literally) to get anything you actually need. He doesn’t mean to deprive you but he really can’t even take care of himself. You have to convince him you’ll come back to him whenever he gets out of arkham so long as you can get what you need to survive.

•As much as he wants to keep you he knows he can’t. And he aches. He removes your tattoo, lets you go. Keeps an eye on your activities and sends his men to keep an eye.

•He hates to be away from you so long, so he’ll leave riddles. Pointless ones you never return. He leaves letters, sweet, honest letters that would sweep others of their feet if they read them. But they’re left unopen.

•When the gas takes over the city you leave, and he understands its for the best. Now he knows every action you have is our of his control. He wishes sometimes you were still there. Sometimes in Arkham he dreams of the two of you together. Happy- and when he's lit he plays the videos you made when you were younger.

•He’s very much a pining yandere. One who goes too long w/o saying something and breaks too fast. Puts his all into someone only to have his already thin veil ripped in front of him. When he gets the chance to take his love back he can't take care of them. It leads to him having to let them go- and watching from afar as you drift away.

#edward nygma x reader #yandere edward nygma x reader #yandere Edward nashton x reader #Edward nashron x reader #Yandere Riddler #Yandere riddler x reader #yandere Arkham Eddie #yandere Arkham riddler

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jaggedwolf · 11 days

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pll rewatch 1x07-1x08

while watching previous episodes, I was thinking, wait, Emily has to have a car this season because of [SPOILER]. Does she just randomly start appearing with one?

of course not. instead she wins a car (the BEAUTIFUL TOYOTA) in a raffle the same night she falls down in a mirror maze

1x07 begins with us still on Homecoming night, where we get (1) Spencer, Hanna, and Aria clinging to each other like frightened puppies while looking for Emily and (2) Toby bringing Emily to the hospital

Spencer suggests the trio split up and is immediately indignant at the idea she be the one to go alone lmao

Poor Toby. No one is nice to him :( Spencer said her classic "The devil has a name and it's Toby!" line but Pam also said "people cross the street when they see him", poor fricking teenager.

Emily is like, as someone who has exchanged more than one sentence with Toby, I don't think he's a murderer? and Spencer cannot stand it she is so annoyed

Emily phrases it as "why am in my bed and not in a body bag" <3 Emily's horror movie visceral imagination

FIRST BARRY MAPLE APPEARANCE. HE'S HERE. THE ONE KIND-OF OKAY COP IN ROSEWOOD. ALL HAIL BARRY MAPLE.

Hanna is back to winning her one-woman #BestAlly competition and she's doing so good! I'll repeat this in the tags of a future post, but it is so interesting to me that this is the first step in Hannily becoming close as a pair - before Hanna gets the photos, Aria and Spencer are the ones expressing individual concern over Emily, but once this arc happens, Hanna is all-in

And says exactly what Emily needs to hear. Also saying things to injured Emily: Pam Fields, who is stressing her daughter out and has no idea why.

Ella, Byron is a cheating douchenozzle but go to your son's sportsball game! Mike's done nothing wrong!

Spencer has zero concept of having a job, let alone a service one. Of course she can waltz right into the kitchen to chit-chat, of course Alex must be lying if he says he's working on a day the club is closed. Oh, Spencer.

She does take to making fruit kebabs to hang out with him

Alex says he's never seen her photo with devil horns before and I don't think he's lying...so an A thing? But I prefer to think that it was the kitchen employee from the day before who was all het up about Spencer's health code violations

can any of the liars look normal when talking to the blind girl. (Spencer about Jenna to Emily: You didn't eat one of her cookies, did you?)

well, Emily did okay, but Emily had to deal with Jenna straight up sitting on her bed. Who does that?? But very funny in light of the S2 Halloween episode, isn't Emily dealing with enough.

Aria playing peacemaker as Spencer and Hanna argue in the woods. Oh, Aria, it's like watching a terrier trying to get in between a bloodhound and a golden retriever.

and here we get our first inter-liar callout of Spencer's parents being there to bail her out! I completely forgot it was Hanna who does this, but very fair, Hanna, very fair

Lucas and Hanna bond over watching the stupidest youtube videos, which makes so much sense for them. SMH Sean, not even a smile for turkey on a skateboard? Between that and sending Aria flowers, you deserve the shenanigans you accidentally find yourself in later this season

Emily and Maya get to have nice cute banters about going on a date and manage to make out at a zombie movie without anything bad happening! Good for them!

Especially since everything non-Maya makes Emily look so distressed

like Toby, which leads to the best conversation Emily, Spencer, and Hanna have on Emily's window seat

Emily, clearly upset: I couldn't bring myself to ask. Jenna was so upset. But his bike… it looked like it was… like it was wrecked.

Spencer: Well, I'm not gonna cry over this, and neither should you.

Hanna: Spencer, if she liked him she can cry about it!

Spencer: Well, I'm sorry for speaking.

Spencer: ......Look she's right, I can't tell you what to feel.

and yet Spencer will never stop attempting to, love this maniac

good god I forgot about the Jason recasting, I look forward to when this dark-haired suit-wearer with a stick up his ass is gone

Best A message:

SUBJECT: THE DEDICATION

DO IT RIGHT. I'LL BE WATCHING. JUST LIKE TOM SAWYER. --A

Why did A prepend the message with a subject, do they miss emailing Spencer? I had to explain the Tom Sawyer reference too haha.

A's gonna trick them into painting a fence next

We get so many flashbacks of Alison being terrible by the lakeshore that summer day

Flashback dynamic notes: Emily smiles and laughs at everything Alison says, no matter how mean; Aria is horny for Noel and pays the least attention to Alison; Hanna laughs at the first insult Ali throws at Lucas but then very weakly tries to defend him; Spencer is...Spencer is almost getting bored of Alison's terribleness?

and yet "that's immortality my darling" remains, and so does Alison's bracelet in her nightstand drawer

I like to think Aria had to dig through all her shit to find her bracelet, compared to the other three XD

"what about justice" re: never finding out who killed Alison, Spencer my sweet summer child....sometimes Spencer is the most naive of the liars, in her own way

Spencer's already sent two S.O.S texts this season. Did the girls agree on this code or did Spencer just decide this is her way of asking for help and everyone automatically understood it

isn't this memorial a bit too revealing of her dynamic with y'all, I'd be so self-conscious

and yet, even after an episode filled with flashbacks of Alison's cruelty, I understand all four of their speeches for her.

#as much as i love how much more removed Aria's speech is in being about the concept of memorials themselves #the thing with 22 episodes is that they can really slow burn each girl's feelings about Alison in a way that feels real #pll watching #pll #jaggedwolf rambles #mine #wayne fields is in the pennsylvania national guard #which is completely compatible with an afghanistan deployment but is going to make zero sense with everything else they do with him

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steinfellds · 2 years

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Gaming Cuddles

Pairing: Gamer!Carol x Fem!Reader

Summary: Even when Carol's playing her video games, you still want to cuddle up with her.

720 words

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You have had the most tiring day in all of existence.

You woke up at 6:30am and were immediately put in a grumpy mood when you saw your girlfriend wasn't in bed with you. You trained with Clint for 2 hours and then worked with Bruce in the lab for another 5. You then had training with Natasha for 2 hours and a half and she left a massive bruise on the side of your ribs.

You also only got 3 hours of sleep last night because you were busy working on a lab piece with Bruce.

You were just thankful your day was coming to an end so you could finally go back to your little apartment to where Carol would be waiting for you.

Before you even got to the front door of your apartment you heard Carol screaming inside.

"Maximoff, I swear to god, if you don't get your ass over here and heal me!"

You chuckled softly at her angry cry. She and Wanda had only met a couple of months ago but had quickly gotten along by talking about their video game obsession.

You were happy Carol was making friends. She barely had any due to her being up in space for years but when she met you, she decided to stay on Earth more often and only help planets if they desperately needed her.

You jiggled your keys into the house and opened the door. The smell of Carol's famous spaghetti hitting your nose.

"Hey, Babe!" You called out, walking into the kitchen to check on the spaghetti. It was ready so you took it out and set it on the counter to cool down.

When you didn't get a response, you sighed and walked into Carol's gaming room.

Carol was sitting with her knees against her chest with her head leaning on her knees. An awful position for her posture.

You walked behind Carol and hung your arms loosely around her neck. Carol pulled her headphones down to her neck and looked up at you with a big smile.

"Hey, when did you come in?" She asked softly before pulling you into a kiss.

"A couple of minutes ago," You whispered softly, smiling when Carol brought her knees down and patted her lap. She knew you enjoyed sitting on her lap while she played.

You straddled her thighs and buried your face in her neck, letting the exhaustion of your day wash over you. Carol pulled your body closer to hers and positioned herself so she could still play her game.

She brushed some hair out of your face so she could see you, "You cool if I talk to Wanda?"

You nodded, "Mhm, don't let me stop you from talking." You were completely fine just to quietly sit on her lap.

"Listen, I've got Y/n on my lap and if you make me yell at you because you're trash at this game-" Carol threatened, in a serious but non-serious way.

"Oooh, how romantic," You heard Wanda tease Carol through the headphones.

You looked up at Carol to watch her face turn a deep red.

"Shut it," She huffed, glancing down at you with a smile on her face.

You leaned up and peaked her lips with a smile of your own before falling back to your original resting place.

You don't remember when but you fell asleep on Carol. Though your nap was destroyed when Carol jumped in her chair out of excitement.

"Ah, sorry! Go back to sleep," Carol threaded her fingers through your hair, rubbing the back of your neck in an attempt to lull you back to sleep.

You let out a whiny groan. She had awakened you from your lovely nap and now you didn't feel tired anymore.

"I'm sorry-" She tried apologising again but you quickly brought your hand up to cover her mouth.

"Hush." You grumbled, tapping the tip of her nose softly before standing up.

"Hey, where you going?" Carol asked, pouting dramatically. She still wanted to cuddle with you.

"To eat, and you're coming too so get up." You walked out of her gaming room, knowing Carol would follow you. After a couple of seconds, you heard her heavy footsteps behind you which caused a small smile to spread across your lips.

#carol danvers #carol danvers x reader #carol x reader #captain marvel x reader #captain marvel #carol danvers x you #carol x you #captain marvel x you #marvel #mcu #fluff

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dumb-teambucciarati-headcanons · 1 year

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What their rooms look like

(So in my headcanons au sort of thing they all live together, like giorno and Abbacchio have their own apartments but when there is lots of work to get done for passions they just stay with Bruno and the others. Also turtle polnareff is there I just fail to mention him and I’m sorry for my sins. Also this is a everyone loves universe because I’m still grieving from what actually happened and I haven’t quite gotten to the acceptance stage.)

Giorno: has the largest room out of all of them. It’s always neat, except for his desk that is covered in paperwork. He has a big windowsill that has pillows it in and plants as well (made my Goldie). He has either hot pink or dark blue sheets and pillowcases on his bed, and his blanket is white with gold flowers. He has a big fish tank with golden experience fish in it (instead of throwing his trash away he turns it into fish or plants). He has a cork board on his wall that has his schedule on it, and a drawing of him and Dio he made when he was a kid.

Bruno: his room is medium sized. Also has paperwork on his desk, but it’s neat. The rest of his room is messy though. Like not in a sloppy way, like it’s organized and clean. But the placement of everything is messy, if you know what I mean. His dresser is in the middle of the room, in front of his desk. He sleeps on a mattress on the floor. But it’s organized. His bedspread is black, white and gold. There are zippers everywhere because of sticky fingers. He has a dead plant on his desk that he named Matthew. Matthew has a zipper in his dead/dried out stem. He only really goes in his room to sleep, he likes to take his paperwork outside and work on it there. He used to go in his room to water Matthew but then the whole “mission from the boss” thing happened. Whoops.

Abbacchio: his room is medium sized, and very dark. The walls are painted a dark purple and his bedspread is black. He has a sign on his door that says “don’t fucking bother me”. He has a really old TV and a bunch of dvds with cop movies on them that he will watch when he is drunk. He has a really fluffy purple rug that he usually ends up sleeping on instead of his bed. Like he just falls down on it and sleeps. He has a sonic the hedgehog stuffed animal that sits in the corner of his room under his bed, staring at him every night. He has a small desk with a mirror and lots of makeup. He has a ton of ramen noodles in his closet that he keeps there so Narancia and Mista don’t take them. He never opens his windows.

Mista: his room is medium sized. He sleeps on a couch instead of a bed. He has a hamster cage, the type with those tube things that can attach other hamster cages. It goes all around his room, and the pistols live in it. He has clothes everywhere on his floor. His room smells like axe body spray and dirty socks, if it were a perfume it would be called “middle school boys locker room”. He has a big screen TV. He has a calendar on his wall, and every 4th of the month has “bad day” written on it. He has like twelve nerf guns and his room is covered in nerf bullets, he shoots at the pistols who, despite how stands are not supposed to be effected by non-stand related things, always get hurt when he shoots them.

Narancia: he has the smallest room out of everybody. Bruno made him give his room to Trish, so he sleeps in this big closet that also doubles as the broom closet. There’s enough space to fit a mattress and a TV, so Narancia wasn’t super upset about it. He has paper airplanes hanging on his ceiling, and lots of posters all over his room. He has a bunch of orange and purple blankets and a stuffed monkey that has a banana in its hand. And he has like almost every gaming device. He stays in his room and plays video games for most of his time off. Whenever someone needs the broom or mop they just knock on his door and he throws it out. Sometimes he will sleep in the others rooms. Him and Mista like to pull all nighters and watch movies and eat chips and dips, and Abbacchio is a good listener when he is upset about something and he has a comfy rug, and sometimes he will fall asleep while he is doing math in Fugos room.

Fugo: has a smaller room, which he prefers. It’s full of books. He has a strawberry theme going in his room, and even has a strawberry plant in his window. His bedspread is purple checkered and he has a pink build a bear that smells like strawberries. He has a weighted blanket, like the heaviest weight. His walls are littered with covered up holes. His desk has a bunch of fidget toys on it. He has a stress ball filled with with sand that he really likes, and he gad a bowl filled with kinetic sand that he finds helps calm him down after he has gotten the rage out.

Trish: has a smaller room that used to be Narancias. He painted Tony the Tiger on the wall and she hasn’t painted over it because he begged her not to. She has a really soft mattress and lots of pink pillows. Tons of stuffed animals! She has one of those circle chairs that are big enough to sleep on. Like Abbacchio, she has a desk full of make up. She stole some of Abbacchios eyeliner and hopes he never notices. She has a pink Nintendo switch lite that she plays animal crossing on every day.

Turtle Polnareff: he just stays in giornos room and tells him stories about public restrooms in Egypt. Also “that drawing you made when you were a kid reminds me of a vampire me and my friends killed back in the day”.

#jjba part 5 #jjba #narancia ghirga #pannacotta fugo #guido mista #leone abbacchio #bruno buccellati #trish una #giorno giovanna #headcanons #jojo #jojos bizarre adventure #jean pierre polnareff #turtle polnareff #feel free to share what you think their rooms would look like #or add onto these

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cryborgs · 3 days

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thank u @archonfurina for the tag + questions! this was a v fun way for me to secretly pass time at work <3

‧₊˚ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ soft ask game ‧₊˚ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

01. a character you love.

Lee Gyu-Hyuk. i think about him every day. i listen to songs that make me think of him and make lil music videos in my head. he is... what can i even say ㅠㅠ very vague general non-spoiler spoilers, but everyone in Buried Stars Game ™ has their issues and Gyu-Hyuk is no exception, but he works so hard to take care of others and he's so kind and caring IT DRIVES ME CRAZY ACTUALLY hahahaha i am SO normal about him...

02. your favourite food from your culture.

i have been pondering this for days and i just dont know TT i dont want to act like because i'm from the US i have no culture but also it's hard for me to figure out what our cultural foods are. umm i guess i really like pumpkin pie? also pizza my beloved. i know pizza is not exactly an american thing but also. the way we do it is, so. i shall count it. pizza my beloved

03. what your dream apartment / room / house is like.

ooh okay. it's definitely gotten a bit smaller as i've gotten older, but it'd be nice to have more room than i've got now. not to go toooo wild but i'd love a 3 bed 2 bath single level house with a garage/shed and a porch?? with enough room for both me + my partner to have nice pc setups. also barely related but... i want a nice desk so bad 😭 my dad had one that's sitting unused in my mom's house and i dont have room for it at my apartment but it's so nice and sturdy and i journal a ton and would fucking LOVE to have an actually nice space to do it

04. your personal style or aesthetic.

tried thinking about this on my own and could NOT come up with an answer, so i asked my sisters for their input and i got "stinking cute" and "turbo punk with pop overtones" so take those how you will

05. a happy memory.

when i was a teenager, most thursdays i would go to a roller skating rink with a few friends. we'd skate for hours and pester the dj to play marina and the diamonds songs. then afterwards we'd go to the huge 24-hour grocery store across the street and buy ice cream and/or doughnuts and we'd sit in the car eating and talking for hours.

06. your favourite way(s) to spend time.

i am. such a homebody. i like doing all sorts of things but i honestly love just being at home with my partner and playing video games. oh. also i love eating. it is a hobby <3

07. story behind your url / title / quote / description / icon.

cryborgs i believe kinda came from VIXX's "Error" mv, not any type of direct reference, but just the vibe. my blog title is a slightly weirdly translated line from We Best Love, a bl drama that infected my brain for a while in 2021 (i still love it ok im not over it). i never know what to put in my description so i usually just put the media i'm currently watching/playing but also i dont update it so it's almost always wrong 💀 annnnd my icon is my beloved Han Do-Yoon from Buried Stars Game ™...... i love him.....

08. something that comforts you or brings you joy.

i dont watch it regularly anymore, but Running Man. regardless of what bad things are going on, i know i can turn on an old ep and be happy for 1.3 hours. it's gotten me through so much school stress, family issues, and general mental unwellness, it'll always have a place in my heart.

09. what you're looking forward to.

i started writing this a week ago and the thing i was looking forward to already passed soo um,. i really don't have anything too notable right now? i am looking forward to being done with my 6pm meeting -_-

10. something else that's important to you.

hmmmmmm i have this brain problem where sometimes i get pedantic about the meaning of words so right now i am like, "important" ?? what is it,,,, for somethign to be "important" .... anyways i think journaling is something that probably fits the bill? it's something i enjoy doing and i really like having a written record of things to look back on, and being able to see how i felt about things in the moment they were happening. i also journal about video games a lot and it's so fun to look back at the times Before big twists and reveals... ah my innocence...

#ahh this was fun! thank u sofia!!#tagged: ignore me

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bleakbluejay · 4 months

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i would really love to see more people like me in the media i consume, and i really would've loved to see people like me in the media that i consumed as a kid.

like. i'm lifelong disabled, i've always been disabled, i've only gotten worse. but when i see disabled kid characters, they have helicopter parents (like Stevie from Malcolm in the Middle). i didn't. i was largely neglected beyond my basic needs because i was a "good kid, just lazy". so i wasn't taught how to do basic things, and i was very socially stunted. i got my socialization through video games, books, and cartoons. and i'm forever weird because of it (not that it's the worst, i like having a unique personality for sure. but i'd like to see more weird poorly socialized kids, too, that aren't like... bullies or something -- and the fact poorly socialized or socially disabled characters are often coded as bullies or creeps of some kind could be a rant in itself).

when i see disabled characters in general, especially ones in wheelchairs like me, they're all skinny. i'm not. i'm fat. like very fat. muscular, sure, i could punch like a kangaroo i bet, but i'm 300+ lbs. because it's hard to exercise when your walking/standing are so limited. and it's hard to cook healthy food, too, leading to eating shit microwavable junk. but all the wheelchair-using characters i know, minus Franklin from Texas Chainsaw Massacre, are skinny. in general, there's too many skinny people in media, and we need more variation in body types and builds, but focusing on disabled characters for this one.

when i see amputee characters get a prosthetic, they have no issues. they don't ever deal with poorly fit prosthetics, or blisters, or pain. if they deal with anything at all, it's usually a sight gag (which could be done well, it IS funny when i get my fake foot caught under stuff sometimes, but it often isn't done well at all). they don't deal with any internalized ableism, and i think the only times i saw a disabled character deal with outright malicious ableism was Walt Jr. in Breaking Bad season 1 (who was genuinely an amazing disabled character imo, one of the best I've ever seen) and Patty in Dinner in America. I understand the argument that nobody wants to witness ableism... and self-hating disabled characters also suck... but I feel like we're being so dishonest when we write things to be perfect and always work out and there's never any problems, and it leads to non-disabled people not being aware of the problematic things they do or say or think. i remember as a disabled kid being really frustrated when shown disabled characters that were so well-off in terms of how other people treated them and how easy it was to "fix" their disabilities... it made me feel broken or wrong that I WAS so frustrated and confused and in pain and mistreated. It's why characters like Lt. Dan from Forrest Gump, and John Locke from LOST, and Bran Stark + Tyrion Lannister + Jaime Lannister from A Song of Ice and Fire/Game of Thrones meant so much to me and were so magnetic. (I could write a whole different rant about disabled rep in ASOIAF/GOT btw... I love you Davos Seaworth) ... Being disabled can suck. People can mistreat you. You sometimes have to be forced to adapt when you shouldn't have to. You have to, at times, confront that some of your dreams are impossible to achieve, or that you can no longer do something that you love, and learn to accept it (but there's often a lot of bitterness and rage before you get to the point of that acceptance).

What about how PTSD and depression are shown? See, I don't relate to the wilting flower brooding archetype that feels so common. If I spend all day in bed, it's usually more for pain than it is because of mental health. What about psychotics shown in a positive light? I'm not a threat to you because of my paranoia or hallucinations, and neither are my psychotic friends. What about OCD, shown in ways other than counting and germaphobia? What about autism, shown in ways other than robotic apaths? What about BPD, shown in a way other than abuse?

Let's move away from disabled characters into queer ones. Because I don't see a lot of queer characters like me, either. I am transmasc nonbinary, and I identify as a lesbian, and also on the ace spectrum (demi or grey, idk, shit's hard). Where are my fat dykes? Transmascs in general, but also transmascs that still enjoy makeup? I love makeup... I love the pageantry of it -- esp tradgoth or punk makeup or corpse paint. It's amazing how many transmasc nonbinary people I know in real life that engage with femininity compared to how nonexistent they are in any media. God forbid you have a character that takes testosterone but still calls themself a lesbian. God forbid you have a lesbian that leans more butch that ISN'T a sex-hound or a villain or a joke character. God forbid you have an ace character that isn't treated like a robot. Authentic queerness feels incredibly rare. I know it's because they're going for either sanitized queerness that is accessible for straight people, or for softcore porn also for straight people, but fuck, man. It sucks. The closest thing to representation I've ever seen in regards to my queerness was Al from Little Evil -- a masc person of indeterminate gender identity with a wife. And Al rocked. Even if that character was largely a comedic relief, their identity itself didn't feel like the joke, just a point of mild confusion for the main character. The next best representation I've seen was Aziraphale and Crowley from the Good Omens show, which are good and feel very authentic and real. Next best after that is probably the entire cast of the What We Do in the Shadows show... I know so many Laszlos and Nandors and Guillermos and Nadjas in real life, they feel like pretty authentic queer characters actually. None that I, in particular, relate to, other than maybe Guillermo at best, but it's nice to see my friends on TV, too.

I know that a character exactly like me is a bit too much to wish for. But I just want something. I like to feel seen. I like to feel present. I like to feel like people like me are worth having on TV and in movies and in video games. I would've really liked to see any of that as a really confused, lonely kid that was trapped inside because of my health and sentenced to read/watch/play hours and hours and hours and hours of media that did not contain any piece of me within them. It worsened my loneliness more than ever needed.

#eli talks #vent kinda #this is ok to reblog btw #im not gonna tag it as anything specific bc of like...#the Dangers of it leaving my circle. but it's ok to do that naturally #and i know a lot of my opinions arent popular ones!!!#there's a lot of disabled characters i hate that other disabled people love #and there's a lot of disabled characters i love that others hate #that's like. normal. that's ok. if you hate Locke that's cool. if you love Hiccup that's cool too.#our experiences are super varied

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theconstitutionisgayculture · 1 year

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The problem with "AI robot workers" is that while robots may be producers they are not consumers. They don't have homes, don't wear clothes, don't drive cars. Don't eat, go to shows or take vacations.

Our economy is already consumer based. But without humans laboring to provide the goods and services we all want where will the money to buy them come from?

Half of the jobs in our economy qualify as "shit nobody wants to do"... if we put robots in those jobs what do we pay half of our working age population to do? Sit on their asses and play video games all day? If so why should people who are capable of doing more complex jobs labor and pay taxes so those who are not capable can suckle on the govt teat?

Why should I bust my ass 40 hours a week for $20/hr when Uncle Sam will pay me $10/hr to twiddle my thumbs and not have to deal with the physical, emotional, spiritual stress that comes with working. Not to mention I'd actually save money by not needing a car, or a work wardrobe, or a lunch budget.

Yeah these would be just a few of the problems with "our robot slaves do all the work so we can just sit back and enjoy life" but try telling that to a commie and their hair will start falling out in clumps. Their entire worldview depends on everything magically working out anyway so what's a little more wishful thinking?

But the reason why the government and the massive corporations in bed with it would love robot slaves is because then they could subsidize the non-working population and gain a hold over them that way. It's basically the perfect way to accelerate the adoption on digital only currency and a social credit system.

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loverontheleft · 2 months

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Let’s Play

Original request from littledoodlebaby: Okay but sitting in Bs lap while he plays video games and he starts messing with the settings and realizes he can change the vibration intensity for the controller, can you imagine his dumbass smirk and he’d have one hand around your neck, not a lot of pressure but just holding you there like a sign of dominance and the other hand holding the controller to your clit and cycling through the vibration options nonstop and it’s not strong enough to get you off but it’s just enough to make you squirm and whine and he’s whispering in your ear and telling you to beg before he gives you something more sweET JESUS (plus glasses because damn).

Brendon x reader

Word count: 2.1k➡️ 2.8k

Warnings: language and dirty talk, use of controllers for non-video game purposes, praise, begging, sex.

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“Fuck, Brendon, you know what your glasses do to me,” you say helplessly as you walk into the living room. You drop your purse and crawl into his lap when he beckons; he smiles and kisses you softly as you play with his hair. “Not fair,” you murmur against his lips, grinning. “It’s not fair that you can have me weak and wanting like this with little to no effort.”

“Little to no effort? Love, I think you’re forgetting what a burden it is for me to be this sexy,” Brendon says drily, rolling his eyes behind said glasses at you teasingly. “It gets positively exhausting, constantly trying to temper my sex appeal. But I do it for you, my love. If I didn’t work so hard at it, we’d do nothing but fuck.” You pout and call him a jerk, and he chuckles as he kisses down your neck. “I’m kidding, doll. You know I’m kidding.”

“But you’re not,” you whine, pulling back to look at him. “You may think you are, but you aren’t. You look this good all the time, and you make me behave. Think about it. You’re not on tour, you’re not working on anything right now, and I work from home. We could fuck literally all the time. My perfect day? You wake me up with soft kisses that grow more and more needy, and then you carry me to the shower where you fuck me fast and rough, both of us slick with silicone lube. After we’ve both come so hard we can’t stand, we’d collapse on the couch downstairs and eventually eat breakfast. Then you drag me back to bed for a midday nap through lunch, followed by slow, lazy sex. I make dinner when we wake up, and you definitely get your cock in me from behind. After we eat, we’d snuggle on the couch, and for dessert, you eat me out til I’m screaming your name. Then a nice bath and bed.”

Brendon’s breathing hard, his eyes are dark, and he’s clearly fantasizing about any one of those things you’ve listed. You continue. “That could be our life right now, but you make me behave and do things other than totally worship you with my mouth and body and hands.” He grins and tugs affectionately at your hair before bringing your mouth back to his. “Bren, I want you.”

“God, Y/n, you know I want you too,” he whispers, hand moving down your waist and over your hip. “Can’t you feel how hard I am from your little speech? I always want you. But I promised Jake I’d play for a bit. Can you be my best, patient girl? Sit with me, my love?” You nod and turn in his lap so your back is to his chest. You know realistically you can’t have him fucking you constantly, even though you want him. His arms are wrapped around your waist, and he rests his head on your shoulder. “Good girl,” he praises, nudging your head affectionately with his. “I love you, honey.” You murmur it back to him, closing your eyes.

“But… just out of curiosity,” you say in a purposefully neutral tone after a moment of silence. “How long were you playing before I got home?” Brendon’s silent, and you laugh, squeezing his thigh. “More or less than four hours?” Your question hangs in the air. Finally, he mutters the word “more” under his breath, and you grin, squeezing again. “That’s what I thought. More or less than six hours?” He repeats himself, and you shift in his lap. “Then I think you can play with me for a bit,” you purr.

“I am playing,” Brendon points out, messing with the controller. “And you’re here, so technically I’m playing with you.” You can hear the teasing note in his voice, and you mumble that he’s already lost if he’s resorting to technicalities.

“Oh!” His voice is a soft exclamation, and you open one eye, confused. “Well that’s interesting,” he murmurs. You’re unsure of what he means, until one of his hands leaves the controller and reaches up to caress your throat. You both love when he holds you like this; it’s never restricting or uncomfortable for you, just a reminder of the way you give yourself over to him and trust him to fully satisfy you. He always does, so you trust him now with whatever he’s just discovered.

Now, he’s nuzzling at your neck, murmuring how good you feel in his lap, and his other hand angles the controller so it’s resting between your legs. “Yeah, babydoll, let’s play.”

“What are you—oh!” You gasp as the controller pulses against your clit. “Brendon,” you sigh, hips rocking slightly when you feel his cock throb under you. “That feels—oh, fuck, B, take me to bed; don’t tease…” He smiles against your neck, and messes with the controller again. “Ooh shit,” you whimper, moving against him more now as the vibration intensifies. “Bren, it’s right against my—god, yeah; rub it against my clit, yes!”

“You wanted to play with me,” he whispers in your ear before nipping at your earlobe. “So we’re going to play.” His fingers flex gently on your throat, and you whine, rubbing back against him through his sweatpants with purpose. “You sound so pretty, baby,” he murmurs, pressing the controller against you more firmly. “You like how that feels? You like that firm pressure, the way it buzzes right against your clit? Not as good as your man licking it for you, but still pretty good, huh?”

“Uh huh,” you manage breathlessly. “Feels good. Need more.”

He kisses your neck and fiddles with the controller; you gasp when it buzzes against you insistently. “Fuck!” You’re really moving now, rocking and rubbing and grinding in his lap; his fingers flex over your throat again, and you sigh, relaxing back against him.

“Patience, my love,” he tells you gently, stroking the side of your throat with his thumb. “Don’t get carried away. We’re playing, remember?” You whimper and nod; he smiles and kisses your neck again. You shudder happily, and he laughs. “Sorry, babydoll. I know what that does to you. And feeling the edge of my glasses pressing into your skin? It’s a wonder you haven’t come in my lap yet…”

“You won’t let me,” you counter with a slight whine to your voice. “You know I need more to come; you’re not giving it to me.” He makes a soft sound of thinking and nudges your neck with the edge of his glasses again, chuckling when you moan. “Brendon, please.”

“Please, what?” Brendon purrs in your ear, pressing the still-buzzing controller against your heat firmly. “You’re asking so nicely, baby, but I don’t know what you’re asking for.” His lips move down your neck, and you arch against him, grabbing at the controller. “Nuh uh,” he scolds softly, pressing it back against you and fiddling with it so the buzzing amps up even higher, this time with a pulsing pattern. “You wanted to play. We’re playing.” Brendon pauses for a moment. “Is this okay, love? We can stop.”

“Please don’t stop,” you whimper, pressing your head against his shoulder. “Please, I need more. I need more, B. Need you to make me come.” He nods slowly, moving the controller slightly so it rubs up and down against you. “Oh fuck,” you gasp, eyes clenched shut. “Oh fuck, that’s so good. I need more. Need more, just give it to me.” He murmurs that he loves when you’re needy and demanding, and you laugh breathlessly, turning your head to kiss under his jaw. “Make me come, Brendon.”

“Would love to see and feel you shaking as you come just from being touched, pretty girl. I want to keep you worked up for me though; want the moment I slide my cock into your wet cunt to be the moment you lose control and really let go.”

“Fuck, Brendon, I’m so damn close…”

“Yeah, you’re gonna come all over me, aren’t you? You gonna be my dirty girl, riding me hard and soaking my cock? Or you want me to get you on your hands and knees in front of a mirror so you can watch yourself come and see how fucking good you look when I come in you? God, you look so good taking my cock, baby. Shit, you feel how hard I am for you? This hard cock is all for you.”

“I want it,” you whimper. “I want it so badly!”

“It’s yours,” Brendon murmurs, hitting the button again so the vibrations move back to a steady hum. “You know my cock is all for you. Only you, doll. You’re the only one who gets to feel me sink into you, feel my cock throb inside you, feel how hard I come.”

“I’m gonna come,” you gasp desperately, squirming and breathing hard. “So fucking close; need to come—I need your fingers, need your cock, need you.”

“Shit, babydoll,” he says softly, fingers flexing around your neck for a brief second. “You know just what to say, don’t you?” You nod and rock your hips forward against the controller; he nips at your earlobe and drops the controller before pressing three fingers firmly against you. “Make yourself feel good,” Brendon tells you, groaning when you respond enthusiastically by grinding against his fingers. You’re working yourself forward and then back against his erection; you’re both moaning as his hand on your neck slides down to your hips and pulls you back firmly against his cock before moving back up to your throat, just gently holding you in place. “Good girl,” he whispers, kissing over your neck. “Grind on my cock; rub your clit against my fingers til you come. My good girl knows what she likes.”

“More,” you insist, bucking against his hand. “More, give me more.” He bites your neck gently, and you cry out, gripping his wrist with one hand and shoving at the waistband of your leggings with the other. Desperately, you press his hand against your slick heat once your leggings and underwear are on the ground; he inhales sharply and rubs against you. “Oh fuck,” you gasp, biting your lower lip. “Oh fuck, Brendon, yes yes yes!” He’s achingly hard for you; you can feel his erection pressing against you and every time his fingers slip against your entrance, his cock throbs. “Fuck, just go in,” you beg, rocking forward and whining. “Give me your fingers, B. Need to come on your fingers.”

“My good girl wants my fingers?” His voice is low and tight and in control, but you can hear him close to breaking. “My good girl needs my fingers?” You’re whimpering, whining, and writhing in his lap; when his fingers slide into you, you toss your head back and moan. “God, Y/n, you get me so fucking hard,” he pants in your ear, letting his fingers go deeper and spread. “Is this what you wanted? Us to play like this? My fingers in your sweet pussy?”

“Yes,” you gasp, moving against him more now. “Yes, yes, yes. Brendon, more, give me more.” He smiles against your neck and rocks his wrist into you. “Oh fuck,” you gasp, biting your lip.

“My baby still need more?” Brendon slips his fingers from you and, when you whine, he presses the controller back against your clit while grinding up into you. “Does my baby want more?” You’re nodding eagerly, moaning and whimpering and bucking frantically against him. “Does my baby want my cock?”

“God, you know I do,” you groan, clawing at him. He sighs happily and drops the controller; the hand from your throat moves down and both close over your hips. “Yes,” you whimper as he lifts you.

“Up, sweet girl. Stay up for one second so I can get my—yes,” he coaxes, and you shift onto your knees over him. He shoves his sweatpants and boxers down and kicks them off; you turn so you’re facing him as his hands grip your waist again, and he pulls you down, lowering you onto him. “Oh shit,” he grunts as you squeeze around him, tightening as you settle onto his cock. “Y/n, so hot, always so ready for me, so good. My good girl; god, I love you.”

“Brendon,” you moan, rising up and sinking back down. “Oh god, so good to me. Love you. I love you. Baby, fuck, don’t stop.” Brendon groans and his hips move under you; you lean against him and he flings an arm around your waist, holding you firmly against him. “Yes, yes, yes!” You’re chanting as you both move together; his face buried in your neck and your hands on his shoulders. “Oh god, oh fuck, Brendon, I’m gonna come!”

“Come for me,” he murmurs, gripping your hair and tugging gently. “Come for me, my good girl. Come.” You’re keening, bucking, wailing his name as you fall apart; his teeth sink into your neck, and you shriek, your back arching. His voice is low when he speaks again. “Oh fuck, baby, gonna come. I’m gonna come in you.”

“Come,” you beg, “Come in me, Brendon, please!” He nods vigorously, moaning your name. “Come, please!” Your voice is high and tight, and he’s gripping you so tightly, his glasses pressing sharply into your skin. You’re both moaning and gasping; his fingers flex against your hips, and you feel him fill you. “Yes!” Your cry of pleasure pierces the air, and he’s breathing hard. “Oh god, you feel so good, so fucking good in me,” you whisper.

“Baby,” he groans, kissing your shoulder. “My love. You’re perfect. My perfect girl, my sweet girl, my good girl. Fuck, so good. The best.” You whimper and slump against him, trying to catch your breath. “Need a bath, baby?” You nod, laughing. “Yeah, me too. Let’s move to the bathroom. My sweet girl…” Brendon murmurs, nuzzling your ear. “My good girl.”

“I love you,” you whisper, standing carefully. You both moan when he slips from you, and he clambers to his feet, taking you in his arms. “I love you so much,” you continue, relaxing against his chest.

“And I love you,” he returns, kissing the top of your head. “I love you more than anything. Let me take care of you, my sweet love.” He turns slightly and scoops you into his arms. “Let me take care of you.”

“As if I’d say no,” you murmur, flinging your arms around his neck. “Take me to the bath.” He nods and starts walking, stopping every now and then to kiss you longingly. “Bren, baby…”

“Yes, love?” His eyes are dark behind his glasses and you play with his hair idly as he reaches the bathroom. “What can I do for you?”

“Wanna get you in that tub and ride you more,” you whisper, smiling when his eyes flash with longing. “Wanna feel your cock throb in me as I take you deep, wanna feel your hands on my body as I make us both feel so fucking good.”

“Want that too,” Brendon groans, setting you down for a moment so he can turn the water on and plug the tub. “Up again, honey.” You wrap your arms around his neck and he lifts you, both hands curved under your thighs. “You feel what you do to me?” He holds you close, rubbing his stiffening cock against you. “Already hard for you again; I’m already wanting my good girl on me again…”

“And think,” you whisper in his ear before resting your forehead against his, grinning. “You almost made me behave.” Brendon laughs and shakes his head, kissing you softly. “Aren’t you happy you let me be bad?”

“Babydoll, I’m always happy to let you be bad,” he murmurs, stepping over the edge of the tub and lowering you both into the steaming water. “My good girl going to be bad some more for me?” You nod, and he grins, kissing over your neck and passing you the silicone lube. “Good. Let’s be bad together.” He looks up at you through slightly-fogged glasses. “Let’s play, baby.”

“Oh fuck, Brendon,” you moan, kissing him fiercely. “Let’s play.”

#brendon urie #brendon urie smut #brendon urie imagine #brendon x reader #brendon urie fanfiction #he could fuck me any way he wanted #my work #fanfic #imagine #panic! at the disco

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crimswnred · 2 years

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Tim headcanons that nobody asked for

LISTEN, I know we are long past season 1 but as one of the few Tim stans out there, I just had to do it, ok?!

(not even the LITG universe forgot about him since they mention him every single season)

So here is some headcanons I wrote about Tim (based on my MC, sorry not sorry) under the cut!

🎶 they were best friends first so he is so much more comfortable with talking about his feelings than he was in previous relationships

🎶 he can't cook for the life of him but he's trying his best to learn how to do her favourite pasta at least

🎶 he loves taking her to his shows and watching her dance from the stage

🎶 when he met her family he was so frecking nervous because he didn't want to repeat Jen's fiasco

🎶 Tim is an extrovert for sure. he's really friendly with everyone and people are always saying how he's the best to work with

🎶 he has ZILLIONS of mixtapes filled with songs about her and he keeps doing more and more, just non-stop

🎶 their dates are always something chill and fun, some days, they just enjoy a day out and about in town or a picnic

🎶 they are together for almost 4 years now, so I reckon he already popped the question! it was during a family gathering and everyone worked together to keep it a secret from her

🎶 the ceremony happened at a hotel and they invited everyone from the villa. unfortunately, Jen and Levi couldn't attend

🎶 if there was ever a tiktok couple this one qualifies (yes I'm quoting the Legally Blonde musical, what about it?). every couple trend, dancing challenge, they do it aaaall

🎶 Sundays are his favourite day of the week cause he can just chill with his girl in bed and play video games and be together

🎶 in my head, my MC was pining for him and like, afraid to ruin their friendship? so she was always saying that on beach hunt confessionals– and Tim loves to rewatch that shit

🎶 every time the Love Island team calls him about a new cameo he always is excited about it. he really loves the show because it was where he met the love of his life

🎶 the rap crew is one of his favourite things from the show so they are always meeting at Jake's restaurant

🎶 he supports all of his friends' businesses. Talia made a new article? he retweets it. Jake is working on a new dish? He goes there, eats it and posts about it. Rohan is performing? THOUSANDS of stories about it.

🎶 (I'm not sure if this is canon, BUT) Tim is a great dancer and his girl loooooves those moves, so every time he has a gig at a club or something, they enjoy the dance floor a bit

🎶 he's super popular on twitter. He comments on the new LI seasons (and he was #TeamBobby and #TeamAJ don't @ me) and loves the memes

🎶 the Rocco singing Wonderwall meme was a thing because Tim posted about it, argue with the wall

🎶 their anniversary is during the Christmas season so every year he gives his girl two gifts to celebrate it even if she says he doesn't need to

🎶 I suppose that after Jen, he believed for a long time that being himself was not enough and he had to learn that he could be loved as he was

🎶 he likes bright colours like light blue, orange, yellow, red and neon green/pink. don't ask me why, it just matches his vibe

🎶 but don't you worry, his girl makes him feel like the best man in the world— he loves how she laughs at his jokes, enjoys his rapping and supports his career

🎶 and to be with him is like having your personal hype man. He worships your body, he absolutely adores your company and he can't get enough of you

🎶 that being said, I believe his love language is words of affirmation (secondary quality time)

🎶 the two of them are UNBEARABLE together. if you're hanging out with this couple or the rap crew expect a lot of jokes, loud chattering and a lot of out of tune sing-alongs.

🎶 talking about sing-along, he loves a good karaoke. totally eclipse of the heart? HE SMASHES IT!

🎶 now, Tim and his wife are thinking about children and when I tell you this guy is OBSESSED with the thought of having a baby around the house

🎶 I'm talking about Pinterest board, YouTube videos, his TikTok algorithm only showing him baby content... and he would read about it too if that was his thing

🎶 and don't tell this to anyone, but as soon as she's expecting he'll low-key be hoping it's a boy

🎶 I don't know how famous he is but if he's big enough to give interviews, he'll be worse than Ryan Reynolds when the topic is family

🎶 you know he's drooling over his girl and their baby, always mentioning it and tearing up a bit when he talks about them

🎶 and that includes his socials. when it was just the two of them, his Instagram was full of pics, reels and stories of his girl. but now with the baby? THAT'S THE ONLY THING HE POSTS ABOUT!

🎶 we all know he's gonna be the best of dads. he believes in a more chill upbringing, so he'll probably be the type of dad that his kids can confide with

🎶 he follows parenting tips tiktoks profiles, the ones with actual professionals talking, y'know? he wants the best for his children and that includes working on his parenting skills

I'm ending this here before I write a full essay about him lmao

#litg #litg s1 #litg tim #tim headcanons #love him sm #when i was shipwrecked i though of queue

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