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redr0sewrites · 8 months

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HSR Characters When Your On Your Period Hcs PT 2!

RAHH PT 2 WITH MORE CHARACTERS SINCE YALL LOVED PT 1 SM

🥀Cw: blood, periods, afab reader, mentions of period sex and smut, non-sexual nudity in himekos, mentions of cramps and headaches

🥀Pairings: jing yuan x reader, welt x reader, himeko x reader, gepard x reader

🥀minors dni with the nsfw portion

JING YUAN

the minute that jing yuan senses any form of discomfort from u, complete and utter chaos ensues

once he realizes ur on ur period, he immediately takes the day off work to pamper u senseless (much to the irritation of fu xuan)

jing yuan will carry u wherever u need to go, pressing kisses to the top of ur head and whispering softly to u

hes very mindful of ur emotions when ur on ur period, and is great at communicating how he feels and asks u to do the same so that he knows when its ok to poke fun at u and when u want him to just take care of u

he'll switch between joking around with u and trying to make u laugh and taking care of u depending on what u need from him at the moment

JING YUANS HANDS ARE DEF HUGE AND HE GIVES THE BEST MASSAGES LIKE SIR-

if ur feeling tension or pain in ur stomach or back bc of cramps expect him to give u the best massage of ur life

he can and will cook for u <3

he will let u lay with mimi, and loves silently watching the two of u just relax together big cat go brrr

jing yuan will rest with u if ur havinv a headache, turning off the lights and running his hand over ur back as u take a nap

if u need ANYTHING during ur period, say no more bc jing yuan will get it for u

hes has no problem with going to a store and buying pads, tampons, medicine, or anything else u need

when it comes to period sex, jing yuan is always dtf

he def has a size kink, hes fucking huge after all and when ur on ur period and ur so sensitive hes going feral

i feel like he would enjoy mating press in general, but when ur on ur period he especially enjoys it bc he can see how blissed out ur face is and he loves seeing ur blood and slick in a messy ring around his cock as he brings u to ur orgasm again and again

HE LOVES HOW SENSITIVE U ARE AND ABSOLUTELY WILL TEASE U AB IT, IF U GUYS HAVE TO GO TO SOMETHING FORMAL YALL KNOW HES GONNA BE TEASING U MERCILESSLY

thinking ab jing yuans large hand gripping ur thigh, trailing higher and higher to press where u want him, so close but yet so far as he whispers the filthiest things in ur ear. eventually, his hands reach ur pulsing core, pressing down against ur clit through your undergarments and watching u squirm as he circles the sensitive bud, ur pussy is so wet from blood and arousal and he just cant help but want u...

WELT

welt is totally the type to help u track ur period, he is always super prepared for when u start ur cycle and always has products ready

he is a smart guy, he knows a lot ab periods and how to deal w them and is super reliable when it comes to comfort

he also cooks for u, and would bring u breakfast in bed!!! i also feel like he'd be the type to read to u, say for example ur exhausted with all of ur cramps and wacky hormones, he'll lay in bed with u and read ur favorite book to u while the both of u eat the food he made for u

welt probably already has a stash of period supplies for u, but if u ever run out he would prob just go to himeko to get more supplies for u

welt prob has headaches of his own with all the stress he goes through on a regular basis since hes a trailblazer, and would be super comfortable to just lay with

if ur hormones r being wacky and ur upset or anxious ab something, he is a really great person to vent too cuz hes an outstanding listener and always adds good input

if ur having cramps, he already has a heating pad or ice pack ready for u

welt is the type to make u both a pillow fort to watch movies in and read in while ur struggling with ur period, so that neither of u can be distracted

if u ever get blood on the sheets/on ur clothes while sleeping, welt is never grossed out or disgusted. he understands its a regular bodily function, and will give u a reassuring hug before going to wash the sheets /clothes for u

welt is always very careful during sex, and that also comes in during period sex

he wouldnt ever want to seriously hurt u, and would be very careful during period sex

hes constantly asking if ur ok and if ur comfortable

i think welt would really be into missionary cuz its a pretty intimate position for him and he gets to see ur face and know how hes making u feel

EYE CONTACT!!!! HE IS ALWAYS MAKING EYE CONTACT

will not hesitate to go down on u and eat u out while ur on ur period, he will lay a towel beneath u two for cleanliness and then proceed to eat u out like a starved man, working his tongue and licking ur clit until ur seeing stars

pull his hair hard, it will catch him off guard and make him groan against ur pussy

hes really good at aftercare as well, brewing u some tea and running a bath and he'll give u a massage as well

welt would probably be the first to suggest period sex, esp if u had cramps bc orgasms can help w cramps

overall, supee caring and loving

HIMEKO

listen, she's prepared too

himeko has a lot of period products cuz she also has a period (duh) and likes to be prepared and is always willing to share w u

if the two of u are synced up, she will totally be fine with just being lazy all day and laying with u in bed

she enjoys admiring u and the both of u will have relaxing days doing ultimately nothing

himeko would brew coffee for u if ur tired, and would nap with u if u genuinely wanted to sleep

she would give u massages and would prob want one in return, she would def want ur shirt off tho so she can admire ur body while she massages u

she'll press kisses to wear ur having cramps while gently and soothingly running her hands up ur thighs

if ur hormonal, himeko is good to talk too bc the both of u can vent ur stress together and lean on eachother

if ur sad or crying himeko will kiss away ur tears, whispering to u softly and telling u stories ab the worlds shes visited to calm u down

now if someone MADE U CRY.... theyre getting their ass beat

if ur having cravings, she will go to any world u want to get the food u want i feel like she would be the type to have super bad cravings so she always has a stash of comfort foods locked away for the both of u to eat

cant cook for shit tho 💀 she can only brew coffee

yall will bathe together u dont have a choice- she will wash u and u can wash her, she'll sigh and hum softly as u run ur hands through her red curls-

when it comes to sex in general, himeko is either pretty rough or pretty vanilla there is no between

i feel like she'd lean on the vanilla side of things when ur on ur period, esp if shes on her period as well

she has a mommy kink, and loves to "take care of u" during period sex since the both of u are practically insatiable do to hormones

LOVES TO EAT U OUT UNTIL UR OVERSTIMULATED AND WHINING FOR HER TO STOP

I ALSO FEEL LIKE SHE WOULD BE A HORRIBLE TEASE AS WELL, TYING U UP AND ONLY PRESSING A VIBRATOR AGAINST UR WET CUNT AND TELLING U TO COME ONLY FROM THAT STIMULATION BEFORE SHE EVEN ACTUALLY TOUCHES U

she has a lot of toys, and will use them on u since ur so sensitive

a sadistic part of himeko enjoys seeing u cry from pleasure and overstimulation during sex, she definitely wants to ruin u

"aw, ur getting so worked up sweetie" she coos softly, running her fingers against ur wet slick. she pulls back, revealing her hands covered in ur blood. she proceeds to lick them dry, moaning from ur taste as the delectable and filthy act makes u whimper below her...

yo i went off for a second there anyways-

GEPARD

tbh ur prob one of the first people hes ever been with, i feel like he wouldnt have a lot of experience in dating but would try his best, he knows ab periods from his sisters but isnt super knowledgeable on them

when u first tell gepard ab ur period, he would probably instantly hug u

he would ask serval ab anything he didn't understand, and she would tease him mercilessly ab being a simp for u💀

gepard is often super busy with his silvermane guard duties but will take time off to care for u

if ur having cramps or need any supplies, he will go and buy anything and everything that u need to feel better

hed prob buy like 20 boxes of pads/tampons cuz he didnt know how much u neeeded, hes confused but hes got the spirit <3

HE CAN COOK I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL malewife behavior AND WILL COOK FOR U

MAKES U ANYTHING U WANT

if ur the type to workout and go to the gym when ur on ur period to help with cramps, he will accompany u!!!

gepard just wants to make sure that ur comfortable and happy

i feel like hes anothe person whos big on giving massages, he'd blush a little and fumble at first cuz he'd be afraid of hurting u but would be really good at it over time

gepard would play u music if u were tired and needed a nap, or would hum for u softly its so adorable

he understands that u dont say everything u mean when ur on ur period and that ur hormones can make u upset some times so if u guys ever argue he never takes it personally

if hes confused ab something he probably wont say it unless u ask him ab it, he doesnt want to seem stupid or incompetent in ur eyes

hes trying his best!!!!

if gepard heard that orgasms can help with cramps, he would def offer to help u

to yk, ease the cramps. no other reason. totally not cuz seeing u sensitive and needy turns him on...

gepard is SUCH a pleasure dom, he always puts ur needs before his esp during period sex and will make u climax from his fingers a few times before even thinking ab fucking u

would be hesitant to eat u out, but i feel like he'd really like it if u rode his face

gepard would also like u riding him in general, and he is another sucker for eye contact- seeing ur eyes roll back in pleasure from sensitivity only makes him harder, he will start thrusting into u faster, so eager to please u<3

he really enjoys aftercare as well, he'll press soft kisses all over ur body as he wipes u off with a towel and preps a nice bath for u both to enjoy <3

URGEHHRHEHEH THIS WAS SM FUN TO WRITE! i still feel like shit lmao. im considering writing a pt 3 to this if anyone has anymore hsr characters they'd like to req! hope u enjoyed!!

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neosexuals · 9 months

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-> San ateez, kitten

Enjoy <3 !!

Summary :

A/n: I Have thoughts and those thoughts deserve to be shared ALSO NOT PROOF READ

Warnings: bed friend ! San , idol! San , fem! Reader , cat ears, Dom! San , sub! Reader , SMUT ! , sex , nicknames (such as kitten,cutie ,sweetie) ,fingering , raw (wrap it) , big dick san 🙏🏻

Summary :It's been a week since you last saw it best friend San , you understood why because he had to go on tour in America, but it isn't easy considering that he had Ignored you the prior week for no reason . He won't pick your calls , won't respond to your texts it's all in all just making you feel down.

Mdni ^^

Since last week you and San had decided on being friends with benefits ever since he had fucked you on your fluffy rug lying in your bedroom , it was heavenly. The way he pounded into you holding your hand and stroking your hair, you would kill for a good fuck by him again but he keeps ignoring you , you hadn't fucked since , it makes you question if he was even serious about this.

You desperately tried contacting him , until he finally responds "I'm leaving for America , I have a tour" you jumped as you opened the notif , you stared at your phone in utter disappointment, you wanted atleast a bit of payback, you want him to understand how mad you are he can't just drop a bomb like that after a week of ignoring you . So you reply with a dry "ok".

He left you on seen , expected honestly, you couldn't care less anymore . You plan on going to a club through this week , maybe hooking up and fucking around , you really needed it and desperately. You tried to fuck around but it never felt as good as sans , it never satisfied you.

You were estatic when he came back to Korea, you wanted him so bad , you surely got more desperate. You'd gone around the day you saw he came , finding material to convince him to come fuck you. Your definitely not big on kinks but fantasies ran through your mind when u spot a "cat" collar and cat ears , you quickly picked them up and sent them over to San immediately.

"hi san ,I missed you so much these weeks :( , Ive been thinking about us for so long , please come over ? I need u so bad rn ,oh also wear these > _0"

The letter sweet yet slutty , you'd hoped it persuaded him although it was quite sloppy , when you checked your phone you saw a meeting from San , you just knew he got it

Sannie : what the fuck is this [attachment]

Me : what is it?

Sannie : don't be cocky I thought you'd be all over me but goddamn

His message made your stomach drop , you paused and replied

Me : you thought right .

And there you go again. Being left on seen , it sucked but you gave up expecting him to mail it back to you .

You start wasting time by reading books and watching shows , until you'd hear your bell going off , you thought it would be the cat ears but you werw surprised to see San in a grey t shirt and grey sweats with the box in his hands "just shut up ang get in your room" he ordered at soon as you had opened that door , excited and happy you ran to your taking off your shirt and shorts, and he followed suit taking off his shirt and pants . "God do you know how needy you are for this?" He stared into your eyes before walking towards you slowly .

You stare back as he put on the ears and collar , staring into your eyes as he sighed "do I look that good" you giggled as you saw him "god your so hot, I swear San if you actually fuck me with those on I'm gonna go feral" he raised an eyebrow at your statement "the fuck did I take my clothes off for? , To take a shower are you insane ? Just take everything off and get on the bed , and quick" you quickly oblige and strip completely before laying on the bed expectantly.

You watch him crawl ontop of you feeling every spot of your body "god y/n , look at yourself, I can practically see how wet you are" you chuckle at his words "I'd be crazy if I wasn't,I was starved of your dick for weeks" he stares at you surprised before pausing and sitting up beside you "what happened?" You looked at him sitting up yourself , "aren't you curious why I ignored you for 2 weeks straight?" You stared back at him "Listen , Im sorry , I thought you wouldn't wanna talk to me other than to get a good fuck even though it's a big compliment I thought you wouldn't wanna talk to me so whenever you said hi or called me I ignored you" you chuckle "that's the stupidest thing I've ever fucking heard" you lean in and lock your lips together

You kiss him Passionately slipping his tongue into your mouth , exploring every inch of your mouth ,the kiss slowly getting sloppy he pulls away and pushes you back onto the bed you huff at his actions eyes big , pleading him to fuck you.

"you really like these don't you?" He chuckled as a response your eyes stay the same.

"yeah no shit" you smirk back before snaking your hands down to palm his clothed cock "don't get cocky y/n" he slaps your hand away before taking his boxers off "do you trust me?" He asks , looking for any sign of discomfort still. "Yes sannie" you stare back at him awaiting his moves. "Good" he murmured before slipping in his digit, sliding in and out of your core as you melt around his touch.

"f-faster sannie" you stutter under his touch pleading for more from the kitten , "shh sweetie just take what I give you" his words cutting you deep as he inserts his index finger increasing the pace "awe sweetie look at you , already over just by my fingers? How are you gonna take this bad boy?" You clench the sheets under you your hands and legs stiffening , your body exposed for him to use.

"fuck look at you" san mumbled sweet nothings into your ear as he left marks all over your Body ,your whimpers fill the room as he increased his pace slowly , reaching your climax slowly

The knot in your stomach tightens as h abruptly stops noticing your moans hitching "you close baby?" He teased before spinning back into the same pace making you whine and moan , you could hear your juices "cum on my fingers darling" those words trigger you and you let loose immediately practically screaming his name.

You stare into his gleaming eyes "you wanna finish up?" He asks with big eyes. "Yes please , I've waited too long to just get fingered give me all of it" you smirk at him , pleading almost . He strokes your face before smiling warmly at you "good girl" he mumbles .

He played with your clit before lining up his dick at your core before stopping "wait , are you on the pill?" , You not eagerly waiting for him to just shove it in , before he smiled and smashes his hip with yours . Balls in deep into your cunt pausing for you to adjust to his size he moved as soon as you nodded.

He fucked you pretty , caring for you calling you sweet nothings as he mercilessly pounded into you . whining into your ears as you stare into his eyes , holding the collar with your index so he couldn't leave or stop . He started approaching his high pounding faster as he twitched inside you , increasing your stimulation causing you to reach your high "baby I'm cumming" he whispers into your ear warm as you nod for him to come inside you as so did you.

"next time I'm sucking your pretty dick with those on you" ,his expression surprised "oh really now? I'm excited darling"

#ateez smut #ateez x reader #ateez fluff #san smut #san angst #san x reader

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triflesandparsnips · 1 year

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I'm not seeing enough deep-dive nonsense about the new Good Omens season 2 poster drop on my dash, and by god that means I must be the one to deliver it.

For those who haven't seen it yet, behold:

...there's a lot in here to go a wee bit feral over, if one was so inclined, and lord knows I love an inclination.

The Obvious Stuff

1. There Was Only One Bed Chair

This is the bulk of the commentary I've seen, and tbh, it's pretty great. "I am bored/busy and ignoring you but also what is personal space, never heard of her, we will not be taking questions at this time."

Notably, however, this is the second time we've seen them back to back-- the majority of the poster art we saw for the first season had them side by side. In both cases they're in a position to face some third thing together-- the difference, perhaps, is that side by side might imply equality of situation, while back to back implies implicit trust that the other won't stab you there.

2. The bookshop

Aw, look at them. Look at it. What a glorious little mess. This is them in London. Arizaphale looks pleased with the situation; Crowley looks bored af but he's also squished up on that one dang chair, so there's a "cat sitting next to you because parallel play and mirroring are the Best Interactions" feel to it.

3. Tea and wine

Arizaphale's got a teacup, Crowley's got a wine glass, this is very Them and indicative of their Vibes. Tbh, I think this is just a nice bit of design work, but it's worth calling out.

4. The outside street

The shop across the way is using a Gothic and reads "GIVE ME" before being cut off. No clue what it means, but it probably means something.

5. The tagline

The previous tagline we got was "Something's going down in the Up" (with that grey feather falling between their black and white wings)-- this tagline reads "Everyday it's a-getting closer."

Easiest interpretation is, oho, we're getting closer to the second season, and gosh there will be some Plot in it. And sure, yes, it works for that too, huzzah. But leaving aside the "it" and what that may mean-- "a-getting" is a fascinating word choice. It evokes similar constructions like, say, the somewhat obscure "Sumer is icumen in" (a song about the changing of the seasons and also encouraging a cuckoo to go lay some eggs in other birds nests if u no wat im sayin eyyyyy)-- and the significantly less obscure protest song "The Times They Are A-Changin'", whose ending stanza is:

The line it is drawn

The curse it is cast

The slow one now

Will later be fast

As the present now

Will later be past

The order is rapidly fadin'

And the first one now

Will later be last

For the times they are a-changin'

Gosh.

Now the Real Fun Starts

This poster is a composite image (as so many ads are), composed of different bits and pieces to form a whole impression -- based on fun stuff like relative pixelation and whatnot, you can often tell what portions of an image were there to start with, and what were specifically added in after the fact. How packed this poster is in tiny details -- which is exactly where I would hide fun hints to things -- is generally a cue for me to take a closer look, and I have been, I think, rewarded.

1. The books with legible titles

Zoom in on Aziraphale's book-- he's reading Charles Dickens's A Tale of Two Cities. The "two cities" in play are Paris and London, and the book is set before and during the French Revolution.

It's the story of a man who had been previously imprisoned in the Bastille for 18 years, and then was released to go live with his daughter -- who he has never met, what with the whole "imprisoned" thing -- in London.

The opening paragraph is:

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all going direct the other way – in short, the period was so far like the present period, that some of its noisiest authorities insisted on its being received, for good or for evil, in the superlative degree of comparison only.

The pile of books in the foreground have two visible titles: the topmost one is Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice (a "novel of manners" that's considered a heavy-hitting romantic classic, and also yes the leads are both prideful and prejudiced and it takes an entire book for them to clear that up) and Robert Louis Stevenson's Treasure Island (a young adult coming-of-age adventure story about a kid who finds himself on an adventure with a bunch of pirates to discover buried treasure).

Of note: A Tale of Two Cities, Pride and Prejudice, and Treasure Island also all have note tabs sticking out of them, and are the only books that have them. This is reminiscent of how Arizaphale studied and referenced Agnes Nutter's prophecies.

Some of the books beneath the window technically have titles, but they appear to be about as pixelated as the rest of that section, and so I suspect they're just part of the scenery.

Similarly, most of the books on the background shelves are like that as well, except:

Joseph Heller's Catch-22 (A satirical novel set in World War II; Wikipedia briefly explains that "the novel examines the absurdity of war and military life through the experiences of Yossarian and his cohorts, who attempt to maintain their sanity while fulfilling their service requirements so that they may return home." The book also coined the phrase "catch-22," which is a situation someone can't escape because of paradoxical rules-- in the case of the book, you can't ask to be evaluated for insanity so that you can be exempt from flying dangerous missions, because "anyone who wants to get out of combat duty isn't really crazy.")

Iain Banks's The Crow Road (and a first edition, perhaps? I haven't read it, but apparently it's a Scottish family drama about a perfect murder against the backdrop of the 1990s Gulf War. Its opening line is "It was the day my grandmother exploded." The phrase "the crow road" is a euphemism, in the book, for death.)

Joseph Conrad's Lord Jim (Sparknotes says it's "the story of a man named Marlow's struggle to tell and to understand the life story of a man named Jim" -- a young man who goes to sea, makes a terrible and cowardly decision while following his leaders, and then spends the rest of his life haunted by it.)

There's at least one extra, partially obscured title:

It appears to read "THE BODY ------ and ------", which makes me wonder if it's an anthology of murder mystery short stories.

Leaving aside the uncertain book, commonalities between many of these books include:

soldiers, war, and the horrors/absurdities thereof

doubles and parallels

death and murder

a young/inexperienced protagonist thrown in with more experienced/weirder folk

fragmented and out of order narratives, sometimes having to be pieced together from multiple viewpoints

...pirates

2. The strange but noticeable inserts

There are several images that have been inserted into the poster that -- unlike the teacup and wine glass mentioned above -- don't seem to make a lot of contextual sense and are therefore, perhaps, extra information. These include:

a. the three lizard boys

b. the broken smartphone

c. the matchbox with the quote on the side

d. the camera

e. this statuette that seems suspicious

f. this record and scroll that seem out of place

g. the clockface with the missing hand (which may be just for the Aesthetic, but whatever, I'm including it)

What do they mean? No clue. I suspect it will become apparent as we get trailers and/or the actual show.

In Conclusion

Uh.

Look. Design teams can do all sorts of things for all sorts of reasons. All of this could mean absolutely nothing.

But.

Using my magical powers of bullshit deduction, I might look at all this, and that grey feather falling from the earlier poster, and say... well... the war's still ongoing, yeah? So maybe... maybe there needs to be a new angel keeping an eye on things on Earth. Or an eye specifically on Aziraphale and Crowley.

And that would look SUSPICIOUS, right? So this is an angel who's maybe... a little bit Fallen. For the sake of the Mission. Like, they've agreed to sin just a lil bit, just enough to justify being thrown out of Heaven, and they're not actively in Hell because they're, oh, just stopping off, or maybe just going really slowly, or maybe they were sent back up from Hell because they were still "too good" and all that Pureness of Spirit was stinking up the place--

Whatever. Point is, they're on Earth, they're very confused, it sure would be nice if these very Established metaphysical elders could give them a few hints about how to get on. We'd then get to enjoy a Guide to Living a Totally Normal Human Life given by these two disaster dorks, plus whatever nonsense is derived from, idk, various extraneous plot shenanigans, probably involving a Murder and maybe a MacGuffin Maltese Falcon.

And most importantly: this new angel? Wow no they couldn't possibly be a spy because again WOW, what kind of angel would deliberately Fall? Wouldn't that require doing the wrong thing to do a right thing? ...okay maybe, but can it really be wrong if it was done by command? ...well, wait, it surely must be wrong because otherwise the mechanism wouldn't have worked-- but then, wait, which thing was the wrong thing--

And Aziraphale and Crowley would watch this bouncing volley of cognitive dissonance with great interest, also possibly while holding hands.

#good omens #season 2 #good omens season 2 rampant speculation

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internetscenarios · 7 days

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ok hear me out nick x reader gym date going feral djvsigaohgepge 🙇🏼‍♀️🙇🏼‍♀️

YES this is so cute

also new bento pictures from nicks story (im hiding in the background you just cant see me) ♡︎

softwilly x reader ·˚ ༘

nick always had a thing for the gym, something you were fully aware of. you would occasionally go with him if you were in the mood or decided you wanted to exercise

your phone screen lit up, nick had texted you.

nick ✰:

“wanna go gym w me? :)”

the text read, without any questions you had responded in seconds. you had your own little place while knowing about him living with a group of guys, some of the guys you were quite close with, but you assumed he would be picking you up from his own house.

nick ✰ :

“i’ll pick you up in 5 minutes, bento won’t let me leave 😐”

you :

“okay! see u soon 😁😁”

you type back with a smile on your face, somehow he always had the ability to cheer you up, no matter what mood you were in.

within the span of a few minutes nick was at your door, knocking. you had a cute gym set on and ready to go. your hand twisted the door handle, letting him in.

“hey, you look good. is that a new outfit?”

“yeah, i bought it a little ago.”

a soft smile plasters across your face, doing a little twirl for him showing off the set.

soon enough you were both at the gym, it was a pretty quiet, not too many people but some pondering around different pieces of equipment.

“i’m gonna start on my arms.”

you nodded, going to a different section of the gym. you started on your legs, a little bit far away from nick.

you took a minute to relax after working out, crouching down and scrolling through your phone. what you didn’t know was the guy staring directly at you.

once nick noticed, he was immediately stood behind you to cover you. giving the guy a dirty look as he placed a hand on your upper back gently.

“we should go.”

he spoke, causing you to turn your head around and look up at him.

“are you done working out?”

nick nods, helping you get up and placing a hand on your lower back to guide you towards the exit.

the ride home was pretty quiet, but not awkward, more worn out quiet from being in the gym for an hour or so.

“did you sets go okay?”

nick asks, turning his head to glance at you for a second, before looking back.. his hand gently placed on your thigh as he paid attention to the road.

“yeah, they were good. my legs feel like there about too fall off though.”

he chuckles, rolling his eyes at your over exaggeration.

“we can go chill out at my house, i need to feed benny and clean the kitchen up a little.”

nick added, mentioning his cat, considering he had been left on his own for an hour he probably deserved some attention.

soon enough, you were at nick’s house scratching bento’s ear while he was cleaning up in the kitchen. nick always had a spare set of clothes of yours at his house or the group house, so you were able to change out of your gym gear and put some more comfortable clothes on.

ugh SORRY ITS SHORT i dont like it its cute tho!! ofc i had to add bento into matters

#tgc x reader #the group x reader #softwilly #softwilly x reader #tgc x you #the group x you #isaacwhy #the group chat

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prettyboykatsuki · 2 years

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IM GONNA GO FERAL BKDK POLY MAKES ME FEEL SO 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 PICK ME!!!!!!!!!!

cw ;; fingering, squirting, pussyeating, polyamory, imbalanced power dynamics (ur bkgss sidekick), afab!reader, 18+

g*d. i love bkdk so much. but the poly dynamic is so so perfect. bakugou who is so shitty at feelings and deku who is way too fucking eager and the awkward stumbling. it's just such a vivid picture in my mind.

i'll bet bakugou meets you first. you're a rookie at his agency, maybe 2 years younger than them. but you're eager, bright-eyed, and talented. you don't shy away from bakugou and you aren't afraid of him and bkdk have been together for so long now. it's only inevitable bakugou talks about you to his boyfriend. makes sense, that over dinner deku catches is stone-faced boyfriend do his own version of gushing.

and deku can't help his curiosity so they just happen to meet up on the field. you are exactly how kacchan described. and deku is so friendly to you. that's japans sweetheart, their golden boy. you're not intimidated - humble though, and enthusiastic. deku likes you in his own way. a different, but he likes your company.

initially, your gut reaction is that maybe they want to mentor you when you see them more and more. it's innocent enough. lunch together, sparring session, invitations to hero conferences. and look, they're both professionals. they know it's a bit of an overstep to use their fame in this way.

but they're no stupid to the way you look at them with those doe eyes. you get shy when they're shirtless for sparring. do you have a boyfriend or girlfriend? no? just a cat, you tell them. you're not on apps, you say. in fact, you've never really been with anyone before but that's embarassing.

you think maybe they're trying to relate to you. you're not so far apart in age that it matters, but the way they talk to you is too friendly for mentors. bosses. seniors in your line of work. still, you deny it to yourself. those two have been together since they were 17 and have known each other for over 2 decades. whatever crush feelings you harbor is only because they're hot heroes. you're a person with needs is all.

you deny it for a long time. when they invite you to dinner at their shared home, all you can think is that they're trying to be welcoming. it's only when you dress to nice to go, and show up with a bottle of champagne. only when you see their dinner table, with candles and flowers and chocolates do you think something is up.

bakugou cooked it for you. deku keeps conversation. this is starting to feel like a fucking date.

when you open your mouth to say something, you're met with a tense laugh. bakugou says it first.

"look, we've never done this before. but we both.. like you. and want to include you,"

"what kacchan says. we won't force you into anything, or change how we act with you at work. even today we just want to spend time with you."

they say that and you concede. dinner proceeds smoothly, and they invite you to watch a movie. you stay, just because. they cuddle on the couch and you awkwardly hover but they're inviting you. and you join them - strong, warm, welcoming.

you don't know who makes the first move, but you think it's deku. he sits you in his lap and his lips hover on your neck.

"is this okay?" while bakugou's hands rub your thighs. and it's so tense, because you can feel how focused they both are on making you comfortable. they share well-practiced kisses and touches but they're mostly on you.

you don't really know how it happens. how you end up with your leg spread, hanging off the end of their couch. neither of them having experience with your anatomy, but deku eats pussy like it's all he's ever wanted. nose deep, drunk, buried in your cunt. licking and sucking until your legs tremble and your fingers twist in his curls.

and bakugou waits till you've come once to make you come again on his dexterous fingers. he listens to your words as he slides them inside, curls them up (he looked it up online) and finger fucks you open until you squirt on deku's chest. they're a team after all, it's his gift to his boyfriend to make you cum all cute on his chest.

when you're laying, ragged and fucked out between them - you realize you're the only one naked. just your socks on. you feel like a toy for them. you don't know if you're supposed to hate it but you don't. not at all.

#bkdk x reader #bnha x reader #return to sender #prettyboy.thirsts #i feel INSANE

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skjeinon · 2 years

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obsessed with your troch fic like omfg can u maybe do his kinks or smth

im so glad y’all liked it cause i haven’t written anything for him since “team building exercise”, and i was happy with how it came out

18+

- choking. nice hands. nice nice hands.

- he likes it when he’s on top of you and his chain is in your face so you bite it. it’s not really a kink, he just thinks it cute

- nicknames. “vinny” gets him so riled up, while he calls you “princess” a lot. “babydoll” is another common one.

- daddy kink. not a really hard one, but if you’re both in the moment and it’s heated, it’s perfect.

- he likes it when you trace over his tattoos with your nails. he’s all sensitive on his side where his rib cage tattoo is and he likes the feeling of it.

- making out. especially while you’re riding him? it’s great. tongues and all. eventually you just can’t keep up so you’re just panting and basically licking each other for lack of better words.

- dirty sex. sloppy and sometimes fast. he cums inside of you multiple times. he’s not the kind of person to own a bunch of toys but he definitely has a dildo he’ll put inside of you until he can fuck you again, on a rare occasion.

- he likes to see how flexible you are, starting off with simple stuff the normal person can do, until he tries to put you in a full nelson. whether it works or not, who knows

- when you wear something nice for a canes gala and he just goes feral . he loves you and your body and loves to destroy it.

- praise. “good girl” “my pretty girl” “you’re so fucking good” etc etc.

- when he’s into it but in a bad mood he tends to get carried away with what he calls you. instead of princess it’s just slut and whore and it’s just awful, but he makes you feel like the best girl in the world when you’re done.

- so aftercare. if anything he prefers to fall asleep while inside of you. he’ll hold you close with his cock deep inside of you and just fall asleep. when someone wakes up, the other usually does too and then the cleanup ensues OR tro fucks you again, depends on your situation. if he’s got somewhere to be though, he cleans you up quickly and helps find you a new set of clothes before he walks out the door.

- he loves you so much and he won’t fail to tell you that when you’re riding him, pushing your hands through his hair.

- he likes it when you scratch his scalp with your nails, he practically purrs like a cat.

#vincent trocheck #carolina hurricanes #carolina hurricanes imagine #vincent trocheck imagine #skjeinon answers #nhl fanfic #nhl writing #nhl smut #nhl imagine #18+

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satninpretty · 2 years

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Would you ever write from elvis’s point of view? You just have his personality down SO GOOD and it makes me want to hear his actual thoughts. I feel like you channel him better than anything I’ve ever read before, in a way I feel like I know him better (and I’ve been a fan for years) through your beautiful fics⚡️

this is such a gorgeous compliment & i am so so glad u like my weird feral girl writing. and this is such an interesting ask

i'm not sure!! the reason i really like writing from the 'you' perspective is because he was such an enigma and while i feel like i understand how he would behave under certain situations and things that he definitely wouldn't/would do... i have no clue what he was thinking.

and i have this really intense need for everything i write to feel like it could have happened. even in my last piece i was umming and ahhing about what his boundaries were around getting head from someone he actually liked. and especially wether he would have even tried to hook up with reader because he was so sensitive, i can see him being totally turned off by a girl who was stand-offish. and i had to balance it between the ego he was starting to build in the 70s and how there were so many moments in his life where he loved a challenge and so many moments in his life where he just couldn't take a challenge.

can u imagine living inside my brain?? this is the wringer i go thru just writing about a himbo getting head in a studio lol like cat it's not that deep. but i can't help it.

anyway i will absolutely be experimenting w elvis perspective in my google docs & thank u again bunny x

#asks

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s0urfangs · 1 year

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I gotta toss you Morred. I think that there's a lot of untapped potential between "curious-to-a-fault Chaotic Little Guy artificer" and "curious-to-a-fault Chaotic Little Guy alchemist", and I want to watch the world burn -@alma-draws

OK. THIS IS AN INTERESTING ONE.

They'd be great friends if not for Morreds past. Anything more? God FORBID. Feds needs calming the heck down not hyping up MORE!!

I gotta start adding readmores to my walls, bear with me.

There's some hangups here, so this is probably not what you are expecting from my beloved boy at all - I said in another ask but Fedsy has MASSIVE issues with the nightmare court and their experiments, considering that's why he's a little messed up himself.

If he found out about Morreds background, (Which he most likely would due to his reputation and also activating a rant by asking him about the dream) your guy would be getting 50 types of sarcastic bastard instead of the fun "ooh, what does this do" type.

Morred would proooobably be able to see him lose that enthusiasm and put that barrier up halfway through a conversation if he's astute enough. Can't say Feds recognises it himself since, well, obviously it’s just part of who he is. You are going to have to build his trust and it is going to take a WHILE but he’ll linger anyway because he just wants to know things. Is he your friend? no. maybe. He’s stood 5ft away scowling at you and watching you work but cannot resist pointing out any mistakes you are making or asking about something he finds interesting. He's sulky about this and his apparent lack of self control in terms of just ignoring the guy. He can approach you but you can't approach him or he will THROW KNIVES AT YOU. He needs to pretend he has control here and isn't following an impulse and dealing with so many thoughts inside his brain at once. Shelter cat energy.

There are many sides to Feds; he can be a little volatile, mostly as the story progresses. Sorry Morred. You have to prove yourself. Cause some problems for the right people. I think, eventually, Feds would just start testing him with increasingly chaotic suggestions as for how to enhance his work alongside Feds abilities. He could be tempted to say he’s okay with certain things if he sees the person or their abilities would be of use or interesting to him, but. He’s not. He’s grumping inside his head. maybe plotting. Befriend him fast before he decides he's had/learnt enough and tries something against you. um. If he saw One Thing that just GOT him he would flip, despite potentially treading the line before. He would go feral. Idk, not a Morred example since I'm unsure what exactly he'd do, but if you kicked a dog. you are literally going to die now. He’s on a case by case basis and very emotionally driven.

To be honest even if they were enemies I think it would be funny as hell. like. Feds is attacking him (again, does this once a month). They both see something cool. Stop fighting for a moment, or see something worse than them. both kill that together in SECONDS. Ok cool. Start fighting each other again. everyone is terrified of them. I think they’d have a really volatile friends/enemies/friends again/ work colleagues now/ DIE/ hey nice outfit where did u get that/ relationship. Nobody gets involved they're just like no yeah this is how mesmers make friends its fine its normal.

I like to think they’d eventually end up as friends. feds gets over some stuff. They both do. Maybe. They band together. I dunno, I feel they'd lend themselves well against the mordrem- Feds would happily spend so much time trying to figure out how to turn everything in that jungle against its own, but he really needs someone to help utilise that research. One time they accidentally made a dagger that heals people as soon as you stab them.

Also.

There's no way Fedsy doesn't admire his flair for the dramatic at least a little. He'd bounce off that. 2 theatre kids doing science what will they do.

#a lot of this obviously depends on how morred responds. but #this was INTERESTING and excuse the chaotic writing. fedsy has a chaotic response #morred dude you are properly activating his anxiety stop it hes already stressed hGFBHJB #ocposting #silvpost #fedsy #morred #ask game #THANK YOU FOR SENDING IT IN! god only knows how many words this is lol

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The Backstory Arc, Part 6 (not canon, but fun!)

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nobody said "no" to the fic about Ash getting pegged sooo...

[Three main context notes: 1) Ash sounds immature and silly in this one bc he’s just kind of a goofy guy and he’s still a little dumb at this point in the story (still an adult capable of consent, just goofy). 2) He and Uma met when he accidentally broke her sculpture and had to help her in her studio to repay it. And 3) this is sort of a very slightly alternate timeline where the two of them had more time together and, by extension, had more opportunities for sexual exploration. This is an old fic so it’s written a little differently than I’d write it now, but I still think it’s fun.]

Content: explicit sex scene, pegging, anthro-ish character, f/m pairing, slightly feral

Long post (around 3.2k words!)

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Steam rises from the large stone basin as the last of the hot water splashes in. Uma slides in the tub and pats the water to invite Ash. He grins broadly as he plods in, his ears and tail twitching with excitement and his body splattered with clay.

“You know, I found out that most cats don’t like water? Which is weird, since tigers love it!” Ash says as he sinks into the bath. Uma splashes him playfully and scoots closer.

“Well, I’m glad you like it, cause you really need a bath.” She cups a handful of water in her hand and dumps it on his head. “Next time, put down the clay slurry before you sneeze, dummy.”

Ash shakes the water off his head. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to make a mess.” He turns to show the splotch of dried clay right between his shoulder blades. “Could you help me get this clay off my back?”

“How the hell did you get clay there?!” Uma chuckles as she wets a cloth and starts scrubbing. Goosebumps pop up all down his back, and his tail twitches. Uma swears she can hear him purring. “Oh, does it feel that good, Kitty?” She giggles and leans in to nibble on his ear. He gives a quiet murmur of enjoyment before snapping out of his daze.

“U-uma!” he laughs. “I really do need to clean up. We can play after the bath!” He tries to gently push her towards the other side of the tub, but Uma stubbornly scoots closer, trapping him in the corner.

“We can do both,” she says with a cocked eyebrow and a wry smile. Taking the cloth she used before, Uma carefully wipes the clay off Ash's face. She traces over his lips to the curve of his strong jaw, revealing his stripes from beneath the mud. “There. That's a start, at least. Now I can see your pretty face, Kitty.” At her comment, his cheeks flush and he chuckles breathily.

“Come on, let me just finish washing up,” he says, with a bit less conviction than before.

“No way! After the mess you made, I don't think I can trust you to clean yourself up. Stay still, Kitty—be good.” She gives him a quick kiss on his cheek before backing up to start scrubbing the rest of his body. Ash drops his protests as Uma’s hands drag across his shoulders, his chest, his stomach. Her hands move further under the water, and he can feel the rough cloth against his thighs.

Ash tries hard to stay still, but this endeavor becomes increasingly difficult as Uma meticulously traces every inch between his legs.

“I know I didn't get any clay there,” he laughs breathlessly.

“Silly cat, you can always use a good cleaning.” A fiendish glint shines in her eyes, and Ash realizes he might be in trouble. “Actually, I have an idea. Flip over, Kitty. On your hands and knees.”

Although Ash is unsure and suspects her “idea” may end up humiliating him, he complies.

“Okay. Now what?”

Uma rubs her palm up and down his back a few times before speaking. “Relax. I want to try something. This might feel weird, but you know what to say if you want me to stop.”

Ash takes a breath, trying to relax his muscles despite his embarrassment. Even so, his tail instinctively covers him as it always does. It’ll be fine, there’s no need to worry, he reassures himself.

“I trust you,” he says as he sinks into the position, letting his bottom rise up further. Uma roughly grabs a handful of his cheek, giving it a firm squeeze.

“Good Kitty, just like that. Now let's get that tail out of the way . . . ” She pushes his tail off to the side, swatting it as it attempts to curl back around. Ash knows he's fully exposed now, but he just keeps breathing and reminding himself to trust her.

A warm trickle drips down between his cheeks as Uma wrings out the wet cloth against his skin. She tenderly traces up and down with the cloth, paying special attention to the hole he's never thought much about. Why is she spending so much time there? he wonders.

She submerges the cloth again to fill it with water, then plants her hand on one cheek, pulling it apart just a bit. The tiny, rough corner of the cloth swivels into him, and as Uma squeezes, water dribbles inside. He reflexively puckers, unsure of the sensation. She gently twists the cloth, corkscrewing in and out of his tight entrance. When she withdraws the corner, Ash feels a nagging need he can't quite put his finger on.

But he doesn't need to—Uma places her own wet finger against him, teasing the entrance.

“I’m going to push in, okay?”

“In whe—?” His question is abruptly cut short by the answer. Uma’s slender finger plunges into him, and he bucks his hips upward in response.

“U-uma! What’re you—!” He’s at a loss for words, stunned by this new and exciting sensation. His member stiffens greedily and he begins to loudly pant.

“Ooh, what a good Kitty! I didn't expect you to get worked up so fast! You can rock back on me, go ahead.” She presses deeper into him, almost the entire length of her finger now inside. Muffled squeaks sneak out from Ash, who has clamped his mouth shut to keep from groaning. He pushes back onto her finger and gently starts to rock. Why does this feel so good? This hole isn't meant for that, right? Even so, he can’t deny the electricity pulsing through him or the warmth in his face.

An unexplored part of Ash’s mind clamors to the front, and suddenly the single small finger inside of him seems inadequate. Uma can see his writhing grow more needy, so she gathers more water to wet her hand again and slips in a second finger. As before, Ash struggles to keep quiet, embarrassed at the sounds threatening to escape. She giggles at hearing this and uses her free hand to tease his thighs and exposed member. His knees buckle, and he barely maintains his balance.

“Uma,” he squeaks, his head spinning and stomach starting to swirl.

“Do you need a break, Kitty?” she teases. “Don’t worry, I have a toy for you to play with. Here, come sit on your knees.” She removes her fingers, a low groan slipping out from Ash, and steps out of the bath. As she cleans her fingers, she points to the mat. “Sit.”

Ash’s legs wobble as he goes to kneel on the mat, and his wet skin glistens in the afternoon sun. With his hair still soaked, he looks astoundingly similar to a drenched cat. Uma quickly pats herself dry with a fluffy towel and retreats to her bedroom, calling “Stay!” as she leaves.

What kind of toy could she possibly mean? Ash wonders as he waits for her to return. His nerves are still alive with energy, and his sex drips with excitement. It takes all his willpower to stay put, but he manages to wiggle back and forth just enough to stay focused.

When Uma rounds the corner back into the room, the first thing Ash sees is the protrusion several inches in front of her. Around her hips hangs a belted harness, stitched together with several strips of leather and heavy fabric. Attached to this harness is what Ash can only assume is some sort of rubbery . . . mushroom? However, as she comes closer and stops right in front of his face, he can clearly make out the familiar shape, no bigger than his own.

“Remember what I did the other day, when I put you in my mouth?” Uma asks, stroking Ash’s face with her hand. “Why don’t you try that for me? Suck on my toy, Kitty.”

His face goes red, and he darts his eyes away from hers. She picks up his chin.

“Ah-ah-ah, no looking down. Be a good boy and open wide.” She gently pinches his jaw to force his mouth open. “There we go! Now take this and get it nice and wet.”

Though he’s still embarrassed and struggling to keep his head up, he allows her to enter his mouth. For a second, he’s not quite sure what to do with it, and he tries to recall what Uma did to him. Seeing the hesitation, she just slightly thrusts her hips, letting it pass in and out of his mouth.

That same newly-found part of Ash kicks in like before, and he starts to bob his head to meet the member. He can’t quite place why, but this part of him seems to . . . enjoy sucking on the phallic toy. In fact, his embarrassment begins to fade the longer and deeper he takes it, and he nearly forgets that Uma is on the other end. The fullness in his mouth, the slippery sound, the pull of his lips across the surface—it all awakens an emptiness inside him, an ache he didn’t know he had.

Uma brushes his hair back from his face, catching a faint purring sound from behind his lips. She pulls him off, a string of spit tethered to his lip, and pats his cheek approvingly. He smiles, breathless and tipsy from the flood of emotion.

“Good job, Kitty! I’m impressed. You put your whole little heart in that, didn't you?” she teases. “How do you feel?”

Ash can barely talk; his head is swimming, and thoughts drift away as soon as they bob to the surface. He rests his cheek in Uma’s hand, still quietly panting, and looks to her with pleading eyes.

“I . . . I want more,” he begs through the faintest growl. There's something increasingly animalistic in his face, a wildness just barely contained. Uma smirks and lets go of his face, reaching over to grab the bottle of lubricant she brought with her.

“Of course, poor little Kitty. Come along.” She gestures for him to rise and follow her. He does so, leaving a splotched trail of water as she leads him to her couch. “Bend over the side, like that. Good boy.” She gives him a firm smack as he drapes over the couch, his entire backside left exposed and available.

Seeing his hips slowly squirming, Uma chuckles.

“You really like being bent over doggy-style, don’t you?” she says, kneeling behind him on the couch. He looks back at her, confused.

“You mean tiger-style, right?” His tail twitches impatiently as Uma lets out a peal of laughter.

“Of course, Kitty. Tiger-style. How silly of me!” Still snickering, she opens the bottle of lubricant and begins to wet her shaft and Ash’s tight entrance. He whimpers at the touch, unconsciously pushing back against her.

She gently grabs the back of his hair and gives it a tug. “I assume you’re ready, Big Guy?” she asks in a low murmur. He tries to nod, forgetting his head is being held, and she releases his hair to trace her hand down his spine.

“R-ready,” he pants, clutching the couch as his excitement builds.

Uma places the tip against him, barely poking into him. She lets his body pull her in, taking her time to let him adjust around her. As she enters him so agonizingly slowly, Ash attempts to stifle the groans rising in his chest. When he seems ready for more, Uma presses her hips forward, burying it deep inside of him. The effect is immediate: goosebumps rise all over his body, and his hair stands on end. He lets out a sound neither of them have ever heard from him before, somewhere between a choked sob and a primal moan. His nails dig into the cushions like daggers, and his back arches fiercely, the stripes down his spine stretching to their limit.

She is only barely dipping in and out of him, but Ash is already seeing stars, his mouth hanging open and his lip trembling. Although he’s experienced a lot of new sensations with Uma, each more scintillating than the last, the gentle thrusts of this member inside of him are beyond comparison. He feels so satisfyingly full, the empty ache finally remedied. His barely-coherent thoughts keep repeating one word: yes! Unable to contain himself, Ash begins to push back toward Uma, forcing the shaft deeper and faster into himself.

“Easy, boy,” she murmurs soothingly, massaging his backside. She is astounded at the change in his demeanor; this hulking man reduced to begging on his knees, yet the animal side of him is fighting to come out. As Ash feverishly sinks back and forth and Uma thrusts to meet him, she can hear the inhuman roar beneath his moans. Without warning, his tail furiously wraps itself around her waist, holding her closer.

For a moment, Uma is genuinely frightened of this enormous, feral man. It’s almost as if he’s in a rage; he seems completely out of control. With one wrong move, he could easily injure her. But, as he turns his head and drops even lower, Uma catches the desperate, pleading gleam in his eyes, and she remembers she has nothing to fear. She grasps his tail, unwinding it from her waist, and pins it to his back with her hand. With her other hand, she presses on his hips, holding them still as she pulls out.

His head pops back up, his mouth agape and eyes wide. “U-uma!”

“Ah-ah, Kitty. Calm yourself. You stay still; don’t be greedy. I’ll give you what I give you. Can you be a good boy for me, Kitty?” She tenderly grabs his face, kissing his forehead, then returns to position herself behind him.

He nods. “Yes! Yes, I can! Please, Uma?” His voice is quiet and breathless, intercut with small whimpers. His own member, teased from lightly grazing the soft fabric of the cushions, aches with stiffness. He can feel the tension building inside him, desperate for release.

“Good. Then stay still, like the sweet little statue you are.”

Again, Uma lubricates the toy, taking care to still insert it as slowly as she can. Ash clings to the side of the couch as if he were going to be swept away in the tide. Be still, be still, stay calm, he repeats in his head. But all his willpower begins to melt away as soon as she plunges back inside of him. It's somehow even more delicious than the first time, and he can't help but jerk his hips.

He's met with a stinging smack to his rear, followed by Uma’s soft hand soothing the pain.

“Still like a statue, Kitty. Make as much noise as you like, but stay still. Every time you move, I'm going to smack your plump little cheeks, understand? Here,” she says as she places a pillow by his head. “If you need something to bite down on.”

Ash frantically tucks the pillow beneath his chin and tries to lock down his pleading body. Waves of pleasure wash over him with each stroke, threatening to push him over the edge. He takes Uma’s advice and sinks his teeth into the pillow, letting it absorb his shuddering moans. His whole body is trembling, torn between the command to be still and the electricity surging through him. All he can do is cling to the pillow and helplessly whimper.

“Much better, Kitty,” Uma murmurs.

She rewards his obedience by speeding up and delving deeper into him. His rigid shaft is bright with arousal; it drips, creating a tiny puddle of clear liquid beneath him. Thunder rolls through his muscles as the pressure in him builds, a charge crackling in his mind. I can't take much more! He tries to speak up and tell her he’s nearly at the peak, but all that escapes is an unearthly moan. Burying his face back in the pillow, he rides the wave, desperate for the inevitable storm to rage within him.

“Oh, Kitty, you're doing so good!” She says in response to his outburst. “I know what you want, but you'll have to play by the rules. Stay still, no touching yourself. Just let me make you feel good, alright?”

Is that even possible? Can that happen without touching it at all? His body thrashes against the command, a current buzzing under his skin. He nods, knowing that if he tries to speak, he won’t be able to hold back the eager moans filling his throat.

She pulls his hips up toward her so the gentle caress of the couch no longer touches him. As her strokes grow faster and more frantic, what little self-control Ash has left withers. He bucks his hips, she slaps. He rocks back, she smacks. No amount of correction can keep his frenzied body in check for long. In fact, the repeated sting on his backside starts to become intermingled with the pleasure, enhancing it somehow.

Electricity crackles in his mind, his vision almost blurring as the thunder passes through him. With the next intoxicating stroke, lightning jolts through his shuddering body, his shoulders collapsing to the plush cushions.

“Evi—!” he starts, before shoving his open, drooling mouth onto the pillow. Where did that come from?! He wails as the crackling pleasure causes his knees to buckle and a trickle of white fluid to pool beneath him. He jerks and sputters as wave after wave crashes into him. When he’s fully spent, his body falls limp, another whimper slipping out as Uma removes the toy.

“Ash? Kitty? You okay?” She kneels down by his face, combing his damp hair out of his eyes. “I know that was kind of intense.”

His eyes wander listlessly to her face, but he finds that his vision is still blurred. He tries to rub his eyes, but his fingers come back wet. Am I crying? Why am I crying? Uma sees the panic set in and gently holds his cheek.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” she soothes. “This happens sometimes; it’s okay to cry. Are you hurt?” He takes a ragged breath and thinks for a second, then shakes his head. Words just aren’t coming to him now. “Can you move? Why don’t we lay down and rest a minute, yeah?”

She helps him to his feet, his legs wobbling and his mind still a swirling blur. He stumbles alongside her to her bed, slipping beneath the blankets as she climbs in beside him. He curls into her, resting his head on her shoulder. She wraps her arms around him and places a soft kiss on his head.

“You were so brave; I’m really proud of you,” she murmurs. “Get some rest. We can talk when you’re feeling up to it.”

His body is exhausted and a fog hangs over his head. As he lays in her arms, tears continue to flow, though he’s not sure why. What does this mean? Why did I say that? Why, when I look at her, do I just see . . . him?

Through the fog, his bleary thoughts end up where they always do: a pair of golden eyes and a sickle-shaped tail.

#the caged tiger #ash and evius #writeblr #dnd fanfiction #it feels wrong to not tag and label mature but #i worry nobody will see these #my draft for this is titled “get pegged idiot”#rublewriting

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hyunverse · 1 year

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hello my sweet loveeee i hope ur day has been good :)) i just woke up and i’m about to go grocery shopping and i’m hoping they have my favorite pastry 🙏🏼 what’d you get up to today ? :)) anime names for cats are always so fitting yk ?? like it just works with cats so i completely respect that. i will be sure to give them kisses for u when i get home hehe. and yea dude the rats here are NASTY. people’s dogs can also do some reallyyyyyy questionable things 😭😭

YEP THE BACK LINE UR SO RIGHT i love that dorito shape on men 👌🏼. i feel like out of all the kpop idols in 4th gen, sunghoon, chan, hyunjin, and mingi have like the broadest shoulders i’ve seen so far like i literally think you could lay across them and just be fine (which like yes sign me up pls). YES VICTORRR so dead and sweet and gorg he is prime dead example 🙏🏼 i also wish i had long fingers. i’m always shocked at seeing the size diff of jeongins hand to his phone 😩 talk about sexy. god i just love hands i could talk about them for days it’s like embarrassing atp

sushi all day every day !! i will pick sushi over anything always 🤭 nachos are def up there too tho i love a nice loaded nacho. also thank you for your input thats so good to know. i will definitely be trying it out then :))) i love thai food so much as well so that’s good to know too ^_^ thank u love. SAME my heart beats so fast and i get the shakes 😭. it also oddly makes me break out rly bad ?? but it’s like painful acne too ?? idek. asian dolce latte sounds soooo good rn. i bet our starbucks menus are so different (tbh anything but americas seems better for all food chains). the christmas specials are always so good too, i love when they actually come up w new stuff here

SOOOOO SMOOCHABLE even for todays concert he just looked so so good. i was so mesmerized by felix and jeongin from the clips i’ve seen. something about the tight black jeans just does it for me every timeeeee 😩 MINHOS THIGHS don’t get me started again 🤭🤭. they all looked so good and i love the new dark blue outfits, it’s so sexy 😩

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sweet love is so cute i’m melting. hello angel baby <3 my day has been super good ^__^ i just watched an anime film called suzume, almost teared up im ngl ☹️ i have a tendeancy to cry during films 😔 it’s the sensitive heart in me 🤝 aaaa i lovelovelove grocery shopping sm <3 the cereal section makes me happy eventhough i don’t typically buy them </3 i hope they have your fav pastry, babe! whats ur fave? i love bagels, or any pastry that has meat in it, really. what do the dogs do there, help 😭 i think malaysian dogs are pretty normal 😟

DORITO SHAPE I CACKLEEEED. U DIDNT JUST CALL THEM DORITO SHAPED 😭 chan’s back mmmm. esp that one performance, i think wolfgang where he took off his shirt ISBDKWJS MAKES ME FERAL ‼️ also maybe its just me but sharp collarbones... delish.

victor is the man them e-boys wish they were but arent. they could never be victor. he is far too beautiful. unreachable visual 💯 talking abt animated characters... how are we feeling about howl pendragon? so sexy 😋 JEONGIN’S HANDS ARE SO BIG LIKEEEE?? /:+"!+ THE SIGHT OF THEM MAKES ME MALFUNCTION?? SIR PUT THAT HAND IN MINE RN ‼️ HIS PHONE BE LOOKING LIKE AN ERASER IN HIS HAND BCS HOW BIG HIS HAND IS. HRJFHEHF R GRTRR

coffee is so good it’s unfair that its bad for us 😭 why r bad things always so good. smh. i think our starbies menus are deffo different, actually, a lot of our fast food menus are different me thinks. esp with the fact that malaysia is a dominantly muslim country, so a lot of chain restaurants have to be halal (muslim friendly) — therefore they don’t serve food that contain pork or alcohol. i think that's the main reason why malaysian menus are super different compared to america’s!! i know there are certain recipes available there which aren’t here </3 also!! ik most americans typically customize their starbucks — compared to that, malaysians usually opt for whatever that’s on the menu. i rarely customize my order tbh ^__^ and whats up with American mcdonalds constantly having a broken ice cream machine? istg i go for a mcdonald's ice cream run every week and its never broken 😭 oh and u mentioning thai food is making me crave for pandan leaves chicken </3

concert vids are always so good. THE HYUNE DANCING VIDS CONTAMINATING MY TIKTOK FYP RN IS CRAZY. CRAZY I TELL U!! someone said that hyunjin flirts through his dancing and oh god. . . it’s so true. now i can’t get the thought outta my head. FELIX BEEN ACTING UP A LIL TOO MUCH LATELY BABE... WHATS UP WITH THE CONSTANT SHIRT LIFTING 🤨 HES IN HIS S WORD ERA ISTG ‼️dark looks fit them sm 😋 they look so 😋 nomnom able 😋 minho’s thighs in them leather jeans doe. . . think abt it...

it’s like 4am rn i shud sleep. have a good day my baby, kisskisskiss <3

#rin’s lovemail!#🐈‍⬛ anon 💌

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☆ﾐ 𝚖��𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 “𝚘𝚑”

PART 13: ...O-OH?

it’s the night of the big stream. y/n uncovers a strange, albeit deep, bond with charlie. corpse interrupts her garden date with sykkuno quite unceremoniously. tensions are high as ever; proximity chat reveals internal monologues and stray thoughts. y/n’s “batshit insane” energy affects everyone. this is, quite literally, the best game of among us bretman has ever played.

─── corpse husband x reader, sykkuno x reader (if you squint, it’s very one sided) ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 6.1k oops ─── ❥ reqs: sum people requested some interaction w bretman + jealous corpse + flirty sykkuno

author’s note: guys....GUYS WE’RE ON THE 3RD “OH” hope ur excited cus i am!!! this was rly fun to write, but then again, everything is better than writing an essay lmao! this is extremely chaotic and a bit seggsy but like a minuscule bit u wont even notice it i swear xx there’s not much social media in this one, mostly written lol. as always lmk wat u think n thank u for all ur kind words n sooo manyyyy ideassss!!! love u lots

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It’s happening, you think, picking the discreet, angelic white color for your astronaut - with a halo and all, truly, you are a seraph that stepped through the gates of heaven and descended onto earth to grace these morals with your presence...quite literally, you’re not only donning white in game, but also in real life, cute as a button or more like as a bunny. Cat girls are overrated - cat boys, on the other hand, you’ll ardently defend till your last breath - but bunny girls...Safe to say, your chat had been going feral. Your endless ego is fed well. You even swore on your heart that no devilish trickery would follow in this game - you had left your snake ways behind you.

No one believed you. The Roaches know you too fucking well.

The influx of new subs, however, do not. Look at this cute girl! She wouldn’t hurt a fly! You chuckle at the compliments. At the exact same moment, Rae pipes up on the discord call, “Y/n is leering and cackling evilly. No one trust her.”

Demon woman herself must be watching your stream before starting her own. You pout, all adorable and innocent, but your eyes gleam slyly. Truly, a mastermind of manipulation! Look at you go! The chat is swooning. The viewer number steadily climbs past 16K and you hum happily, welcoming all that decided to join your little clan, “Don’t listen to Rae. Wifey is mad because I said I’m not bringing her back a souvenir. Well guess what, bitch, I’m the gift.”

Your perfect image does not quite align with your tone, nor the affectionate nickname you call your roommate (bitch, not wifey). The new viewers are none the wiser though, just like your new stream mates.

There is laughter from people you don’t quite know. The lobby is almost full, but not everyone has trickled in yet.

“Filing divorce papers right now.” Rae mumbles, but you hear the smile in her voice. It makes you crack a grin, too.

More hello’s and shy introductions to the people in the lobby. Sykkuno’s green astronaut pops in with a upbeat, “Hey, everyone! Hi, Y/n!” as his character circles around yours. A collective awww echoes in your stream chat as you, quite breathless at the wholesomeness, reply with a “Hi! Hi hi!” as well.

Corpse is next to join, mysteriously ominous. The discord call is pure chaos, everyone screaming over the other variations of his name while stressing different syllables. Silent as a grave, he just stands there, his black astronaut seemingly eyeing everyone in the lobby.

Alas, when the noise dies down, he utters, “Whaddup, baby.” and it’s pandemonium all over again. You are screeching/laughing along with the rest. His astronaut swiftly glides to Sykkuno, still circling around you, “Hey, Sykkuno.” He says. The latter abruptly stops. The game hasn’t even started, and already - betrayal! Sykkuno starts circling around Corpse now, leaving you in the dust.

“Hey, dude!”

“Yo,” You interrupt, “I’m like here too, yeah?”

“Fight, fight, fight!” Pokimane jeers. You can’t see her, but you’re certain she’s pumping her fists in the air.

“Let’s leave the bloodshed for the game, yeah?” Dream offers past her laugh ridden urging.

“No, fuck that, let’s start this shit right now,” Charlie declares - his monotone is strangely pleasant to the ear, and you lean back in your chair with a thoughtful hum. Something about his energy just clicks with yours instantly, but perhaps you’re judging too quickly- “Got my fucking knife ready to slit some throats. You can all pretend you aren’t ready to kill on sight, but that’s not me. I’ll teabag your dead fucking body.”

-yeah, no, your initial estimate had been correct! What a pleasant surprise, you feel like you and he will get along beautifully.

“Way to be subtle, Charles.” Rae snorts.

“Subtle doesn’t make an interesting game, Rae,” He’s quick to bite back, “and if I’m Impostor, you bet your fucking ass I’m going after you first.”

“Noooooo!” She shrieks, rushing to your astronaut, which is still just standing there, abandoned, like the equivalent of that one emoji, “Y/n, protect me.”

“Of course, baby.” You purr.

There’s mumbling in the discord call, though it’s barely audible. Corpse seems to be repeating the word to himself: Baby...Baby?...Baby...

“You’re gonna stab me in the back the first chance you get, won’t you?” She questions, already painfully aware of the answer.

“You know it!”

“Finally, someone that’s not fucking cowering in their boots and flaunting their real nature.” Charlie says, “Y/n, form a Big Dick Alliance with me.”

“Oh for sure, man.” You agree immediately, trailing to his in game figure, “Let’s show these virgins how it’s done.”

“This is going to be a mess, isn’t it?” Sean’s voice rings with a cheerful laugh, making you flustered. Yes, you’re actually playing with THE JacksepticeyeTM. You still haven’t fully wrapped your head around that part, “I’m very excited to see where this will go.”

“Nowhere good.” You say with unparalleled sincerity - every word you speak to him, the icon, the legend, the one of the few youtubers you actually actively follow, must be genuine. You doubt you can lie to him. He’s too good of a person. You admire him too much. Stuck between wanting to be a shady bitch and an absolute saint, you refrain from addressing him more - you are simply not worthy.

its the y/n trying to act like a normal person in front of jack for me

ikr she looks ready to join the monastery

each day we stray closer to gods light???

Your viewers are snide as always. Gosh, you love them.

The last player pops in, fashionably late, “Hey, y’all.”

“Hey, Bretman!” The call choruses somewhat harmoniously.

“Hi, daddy.” He’s speaking to Corpse now, a smile in his voice - you can hear it even past the static of his atrocious mic. Your eyes widen, eyebrows shooting up. Your friends are cackling, but confusion refrains you from doing the same - were you not the only one Corpse offered, seemingly so long ago!, to be his sugar baby?

One betrayal after the other. You’re glad for the Big Dick Alliance. The name has a nice right to it, too.

Corpse laughs, “...Hey, Bretman. How are you today?”

Damn, two sentences for him, but not even a word spoken to you!? You’re already scripting a very melodramatic paragraph you will text him after the stream. With poorly masked discontent, you mutter, “Wow, thanks for such a warm welcome, Corpse, my day’s going great, yeah, loving the company.”

“Now now miss girl,” Bretman chimes, “we can’t be all daddy’s favorite.”

“Careful,” Charlie drones, “I think you just got yourself onto Y/n’s shit list.”

“Right next to Corpse Husband and Valkyrae.” You agree, “Sykkuno!” You suddenly call him.

“Uhm-Uh-Yes?” Is his nervous reply.

“You’re safe.” You state coldly, “For now.”

“You are not going after Sykkuno on my watch.” It must be a belated holiday miracle because Corpse finally decides to address you. His words seem to awake something in him, “Hey-Hey-Hey-” He swiftly glides to you, standing right next to your minute virtuous angel, “When are you coming back to Cali?”

corpse stop acting weird challenge

literally omg lmao

he does bring up a good point y/n y u not in cali yet?!

^pack it up corpse simp he disrespected the queen when he didnt say hi

“Back off, buddy,” Charlie interjects, “this spot is for Big Dick Alliance members only.”

“I’m never returning.” You inform him, your voice cold like the Arctic snow, and the look in your eyes is no kinder. You feel like you’re having a stare down through screen.

Silence stretches. Is this an intimidation tactic? Because if it is, it’s a paltry one. Your conviction to be petty is stronger than any vulnerability you might feel.

“Then I have nothing to say to you.” He admits and fucks right off with that. Fine, go join Sykkuno and Rae in their little corner of betrayal! Friendship ended with Corpse, now Charlie is your best friend.

“Okay, guys, guys, guys-” Toast, noting this is going to spiral any minute now, tries to catch their attention, “Let’s start?!”

You look into your camera, and the roaches know what you’re thinking. You’re twins like that, communicating telepathically. You are taking back your tender promise of not being a conniving bastard. It’s fucking on. You will destroy everyone in your path, starting with the guy you have a stupid crush on - maybe?! Feelings are confusing, you’d rather just not think point blank period.

With no objections from the cast, the counter ticks away seconds and, for the first round, you’re stuck as CREW MATE.

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Charlie is a gift. Truly, you had not expected such a sudden, wonderful relationship to bloom. How have you not known of him sooner?! It’s a crime that you hadn’t spoken to him earlier. You are a 100% certain if you had found him before you started streaming, he would’ve been a big inspiration.

The two of you do your silly little tasks and curse like sailors, commenting about this and that thanks to proximity chat. You wouldn’t have been able to stand the claustrophobic silence if it was just a normal Among Us game - to think, missing out on all his foully worded quips! It almost springs a tear into your eye. He’s just as unhinged as you.

worried about this dynamic

its a trainwreck lol i love it plz collab more plz

Caught in a headed discussion in Electrical - TikTok trends, or audios specifically - you defend the app the best you can. Charlie thinks it’s super cringe, and you insist it’s part of the charm as you connect wires.

“I mean, have...-do you know that one audio, the one that goes, like,” You’re spilling your words, heated, frustrated that he’s so dismissive of the app that literally saved 2020, “it goes like, uhm,” You clear your throat, prep your voice - even take a sip of your favorite drink. Drawing the syllables, you try your best to make it drop an octave - it must sound like you’re doing an atrociously bad and nauseatingly scratchy Corpse impression with an extra dramatic flair, “My assssssss, your cockkk, you do the mathhh.”

“Did-Did I just-” You freeze hearing Corpse’s voice, finally done with your task. Charlie is muffling his laughter behind his palm; Corpse’s astronaut stands in the doorway, “What the fuck did I just walk into?” He seems genuinely confused, though a strangely winded. You’re mortified. Your shoulders are shaking. You look at the stream chat but it’s going too fast for you to follow. Manic laughter bubbles in your chest and you squeeze your eyes shut, mouth split into a toothy grin, lowering your head and trying to hide the blush dusting your cheeks.

“Hey? Guys? What the fuck are you talking about?” He questions again.

“Honestly?” Charlie chimes, “No fucking clue. TikTok, I think. Ask Y/n.”

You can’t reply. You’re crying. You cover your face with your palms, muttering a soft oh my god before bursting into a full blow laugh, throwing your head back, the motion accidentally knocking your headphones off.

“Y/n.” Corpse calls you, “Fuck was that?”

You’re howling. Your stomach hurts. There are literal tears in your eyes. You think Charlie might be laughing too, but you can’t really tell over your loud screeching. Hastily fixing your headphones, you wipe away the tears stuck to your lower lashes, heaving, “S-Sorry, I-” You stutter, breaking into another fit of giggles. Corpse patiently waits you to calm down. Catching your breath, you start again with a sniffle, “TikTok, yeah.” You idly fix your hair, trying to bite down a smile, “It’s an audio.”

“What- What kind of videos are you watching?”

“The good kind.” Your reply is instant, merciless, “Also, why are you here? We’re having a BDA meeting, you know.”

“I-I...” He trails off, “I...I heard people talking and...I just came here to check it out, but...I’m regretting it.” There’s a lilt in his voice, and you know he doesn’t regret jack shit. You bet he’s smiling. You wish you could see it.

“Bitch, then leave!” You huff. You aren’t sure what is with him today, and you don’t want to stick around and find out - his playfulness makes your stomach flip at the most inappropriate times! Like when you’re trying to sound threatening. You must retreat posthaste, “No, wait, I’ll do it for you.” You say, brushing past his character. Charlie follows after you.

“Dude, you’re so fucking lucky neither of us are the Impostor because you’d be deader than I’ve been feeling since I was 10.” Your favorite companion comments. Charlie is truly a modern wordsmith. You’re pretty sure you adore him, because you’re nodding your head, so quick to agree with him that even you’re surprised.

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A meeting is called. You spare a glance at your fallen crew mates. They will be missed. Sean most of all, God, why does heaven always take the good ones?! The game feels emptier without him, even if you really only passed him once on your trek to Cafeteria with Charlie.

You may or may not have been avoiding him, afraid you’d accidentally say something horrible and he would hate you. It’s a silly fear, though a deep one. And with Charlie keeping you company, you had not uttered a single objectively good, or even coherent, sentence. Your parents can’t watch this stream once it’s uploaded onto your Youtube channel. They know you’re barely keeping it together in most of your videos, but here, now? Yeah, no. Charlie is already hard to listen to on his own for sensitive viewers, and hearing you agree with literally everything he says with your own chaotic ideas? Your dad would stumble into an early grave.

Mom probably wouldn’t mind too much, but you’d have to explain your relationship status again. She is under the assumption that everyone you collab with is your significant other. You’d say it began with Sykkuno, though the exclamation of “Finally! My daughter isn’t pathetically single! We need to celebrate.” had started with Rae. Truly, a scandal.

Speaking of which, Sykkuno is gone, too, but you had time to mourn him already. You found his body roughly ten minutes ago; so torn with the fresh agony of heartbreak, you could not do anything else but cry. It was Charlie, bless his heart, that reported it.

“Someone killed Jack,” You say, voice dripping with venom, “court is now in session. I’m ready to vote the fucker out.”

People speak all at once. Toast roars over them, “ORDER! ODER IN COURT!” as he slams his hand onto his desk repeatedly. That seems to work, though briefly.

“I think it’s Y/n.” Corpse says. You stare at him, hand gripping your heart, mouth falling open in surprise.

flame him

corpse boutta be a corpse fr

beat his ass queen!!!!!

“Pardon my french,” You grumble, “but nani the fuck?!”

“It’s definitely Y/n, I found her and Charlie conspiring in Electrical. Surrealist experience of my fucking life, but it’s definitely her.”

“Dude, we’ve been over this,” Charlie sighs, shushing Rae who was about to comment something - knowing your luck, it was probably in favor of the man throwing you under the bus, “we would’ve snapped your fucking neck the moment you walked in. But we didn’t.”

“Yeah, we didn’t.” Corpse notes, “I said nothing about you, I’m just saying it’s definitely her. She probably didn’t kill in front of you because of your stupid alliance-”

“Someone sounds salty because he wasn’t invited.” Pokimane snickers.

“-or possibly she did tell you and you won’t betray her for the exact same reason.”

“That’s some big brain logic you pulled there, genius,” Charlie says, absolutely unimpressed, “sure you didn’t have an aneurysm trying to connect all of that together?”

“Well,” Rae pipes up, “Y/n and Charlie did say they will kill right before the game started. If you ask me, it’s not unbelievable. And Sykkuno was sorta on the shit list.”

“I’m writing down your name twice, Rachell.” You spit.

“Not helping your case at all, Y/n...” Dream worries, “And Rae makes a good point. Charlie and you have professed desire for murder. I’m just saying! It’s a bit suspicious, you know?”

The next words to leave Corpse’s lips sound incredibly smug, “See?” He drawls. The pressure is getting to you - you don’t understand where this beguiling talent of his to convince literally everyone comes from, but it doesn’t inspire any confidence. Your fist suddenly feels incredibly lonely, so useless - oh, how you long to swing at him, “It’s definitely Y/n.”

“I dunno...” Toast mumbles.

“It’s Y/n.”

“Corpse-” You try, but he's ignoring you - shocker, as if he hadn’t been doing that from the very start of this stupid game - and chanting your name like it’s a fucking mantra or something, a smile in his voice, knowing, relishing in the fact that he’s grating on your nerves, “FIRST OF ALL,” You scream into the mic, successfully cutting him off; catching your breath, you exhale, and continue, calmly, lowly, “get my pretty name out of your mouth.”

There’s a pause full of tense silence.

Then, there’s a sound, seemingly stuck in the back of his throat, “...O-Oh...?”

“Second of all,” You continue, words like honey dipped in arsenic, “This is the clearest smear campaign I have ever witnessed. By how hard you’re trying to frame me for fuck knows what reason, I’m led to believe it’s you that killed them. You’re the Impostor.”

“Corpse wouldn’t kill Sykkuno, though.” Rae comments, skeptical.

“Then the other Impostor did it.” You counter.

“Maybe you’re both Impostors.” Pokimane chirps.

“Y/n would never betray the Big Dick Alliance like that.” Charlie states.

You grin, “Charlie, I literally love you.”

“Wait hold up now,” Corpse seems to get his bearings together, “what’s this about love I’m hearing?”

“I have none for you, dick.” You snap, flipping him off. Your chat cheers. While he can’t see it, you hope he senses it through the screen, “I officially hate you.”

“No, wait-”

“Boo, Corpse, you suck.” Toast laughs.

“Y/n, please-”

“Let’s all vote for Corpse Husband, okay?” You say it like it’s his full official name with an encouraging smile and multiple soft nods. Sykkuno can’t be here to nod, so you’ll do it for him. You eye the rapidly decreasing timer before clicking on Corpse’s figure and voting for him. The VOTED icon instantly pops up beside your adorable astronaut.

“Baby, I-” It slips past his lips so easily, as if he’s not even thinking about it, like it’s only natural to call you that and a spike of anxiety shoots up, making you glare. It’s only halfhearted. You try your best to ignore the rapid and uncoordinated pulses of your heart. Replace unwanted feelings with anger and hate - works like a charm, every time.

“You are not allowed to call me that.” You hiss. The chat spams snake emojis.

“Wait-” Bretman chimes, “Hold up, y’all, slow down a minute. Why does Corpse never call me baby?”

“Yeah!” Pokimane agrees, “I want to be baby, too!”

Pokimane may not have been called baby, but you just single-handedly decided her nickname for her - Target 4. Welcome to the shit list, she is officially your public enemy number 1. You aren’t sure why the thought of Corpse ever referring to anyone else as baby makes you sick to your stomach (you actually do know why, but brain no think at the moment), but you wish this whole conversation never happened. You don’t like it.

20 seconds left. More VOTED icons appear by your friends. Corpse is the last one to cast his ballot at, you assume, you, as the rest wait for his quick explanation before everyone (or not) returns to the game, “...Because she’s my baby.”

Goodbye. Life had been sweet, and there was sorrow, though the amount of embarrassment you feel now is worse than when the internet found your cringe worthy high school pictures on your mom’s Facebook. It’s a mixture of dread and excitement - the pleasure of being noticed, cherished even, though anxious from vulnerability. Someone is screaming a very prolonged “WHAAAAT?!”, or maybe multiple people are, you aren’t sure, your ears start to hurt from the loud, conflicting cacophony of voices as you stare blankly at the screen. You received two votes, just like Corpse, Charlie got one, the rest skipped. With no one flung out, you all find yourself back in Cafeteria again.

Baby. My baby? My baby. My baby. The sentence is playing ping-pong in your mind, reverberating louder each time. You’re actually speechless for the first time in your life; your chest hurts, your heart beating so fast your hands start shaking. Had he meant it? Or was this a some joke? Was he trying to get a rise out of you again? You might just go insane from so many questions. My baby. Holy shit, this is a heart attack, this is what a heart attack feels like, dear God, you figured you at least had ten years before you get one!

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First round ends with IMPOSTORS raining victorious. Your sixth sense had been working wonders since, true to you previous estimate, it had been Corpse. His companion was Pokimane. For absolutely no reason what’s so ever, you change her name once more from Target 4 to Target 1. Normally, you’re all for girls supporting girls. Men don’t deserve anything, really, but now you’re so flustered and still reeling from what you are 80% sure was cardiac arrest that you genuinely don’t care about your established morals.

Round two starts without much deliberation. You get CREW MATE again; the game must sense your growing bloodlust, making sure that once you do get IMPOSTOR, you will not hold back. True power is granted to those who are ready and strong enough to wield it. You wait for your moment with bated breath.

Charlie is taken from you too early. The two of you were once again caught in a discussion - God knows about what, Minecraft, hentai, oh! your server! - as you tried to card swipe for the umpteenth time. The lights blew out and you just knew one of you was getting murdered there and then. Charlie’s voice abruptly cut off, and you think a part of you died with him.

It’s a cold meeting; with your new best friend being the first to go, everyone decides to skip. You proclaim you seek vengeance. When the meeting comes to an end, Sykkuno is the first to offer his condolences.

“I’m sorry, Y/n.” He says, and while he’s not in Brooklyn, you somehow feel him patting your back. You feign a sniffle.

“There’s nothing to apologize for...” You murmur sadly, “Unless...” Your voice turns sharp as the knife that was surely twisted into Charlie’s back, “It was you?”

“NO!” He exclaims, “I would never-you gotta believe me! I would never kill him. I know he’s important to you. I wouldn’t do that, I swear.”

“He was like a brother to me.” You admit, solemn, “Charlie, if you’re haunting me right now, know I will avenge you. I will not let this go.”

Sykkuno hums, circling around you, “Hey, I have a task in Greenhouse. Would you, uh--Would like to, uhm, join me?” Despite the shaky start, he finishes on a firm, pleasant note. He’s trying to cheer you up. Having lost your closest friend, he’s offering you his company. You accept with a soft smile and a cute “Yes, please!” and he releases an airy little laugh. The two of you make your way to your favorite place in map MIRA.

It’s difficult to stay sad for long when Sykkuno’s so sweet; the atmosphere of the Greenhouse is strangely calming; your problems seem to be left behind the shut doors. If you tried hard enough, you could imagine being in an actual Greenhouse - the warm, damp air clinging to your skin, the unmistakable smell of earth and vegetation, the pleasant silence broken only by yours and his hushed voices and clumsy footsteps.

The two of you are talking. Mainly about your choice of attire. Cat first, Sykkuno ponders aloud, doing his task as you watch the plants grow, now bunny, what’s next? You affirm that you will most likely dress up in cow-print next, or as an adorable sheep. He laughs, admitting you’ll look good in anything before he trails off. His awkwardness is really endearing.

“Or!” You chirp happily, content with being locked away with him for the whole game. The idea must be playing in his mind, too, because he seems in no rush to leave, “I could, like, dress as someone from My Hero Academia. I watched the stream you did with Stella, the one where she made you look like Todoroki. It was really cute. You were really cute.”

“Oh, uhm-well, uh, thank you, thanks, I, uhm-” He clears his throat, and despite his stutter, you hear the smile in his voice, “I-I think you’d look better, though. Not as Todoroki. Or, probably as Todoroki, too. But, uhm, what character are you thinking about?”

“Maybe Momo?”

“Momo!” He yeps, “Momo is good. Yeah, she’s great. You’ll-uhm-you’ll look amazing. Really. Momo is awesome. Very pretty. Just like you.”

You are blushing. A stupid, toothy grin makes your cheeks hurt. Your eyes flicker to the chat, but again, it’s going wild. Giggling, you thank him for his sweet words, so giddy it’s honestly embarrassing. Why can’t you stop smiling? This is incriminating. You hide your lips behind your palm.

“...What’s this?” Corpse question. You had failed to note his sudden appearance, too busy gushing. “Am I interrupting?”

“Hey, Corpse!” Sykkuno greets. For someone so awkward and shy, he sure is good at hiding it when he wants to. Perhaps it’s all an act and you had been deviously tricked! Probably not, but you can’t help but narrow your eyes suspiciously, finally able to calm down. You definitely underestimated him, you just haven’t figured out how yet, “Not really! Y/n was sad Charlie died so I took her here.”

“You interrupted our date, dipshit.” You deadpan.

“...Fuck you say?” Corpse dares, his voice low and somewhat menacing - for someone who exclusively portrays his emotions through only his voice, he’s incredibly hard to read. This is payback. Your love for wreaking havoc resurfaces suddenly. Serves him right for pulling all this ignoring shit at the start. Maybe you’ll make him say oh again.

Your sly smirk is promptly wiped. Fuck. He said oh, he literally said oh out loud. The Teruhashi fangirl in you is screaming. You had been so caught up in defending yourself you didn’t even register it at first. Alarmed, you look at the camera, then at the chat. First oh, then my baby. There’s no way he had been teasing you, and this proves it. Holy shit. You mouth the words “HE SAID OH!” for your audience only.

now she notices

snail pace baby we’ve been loosing our shit for the past hour

corpse x y/n saikik au enemies to lovers 500k words slow burn im here for it

opening wattpad rn^

Your heart races in your chest - it might be considered an Olympic medalist at this point; flustered yet again, you wish you could cave into yourself. You should’ve brought your bright blue wig with you to Brooklyn. Turns out it would have been perfect for this stream. Yes, yes thinking about unnecessary details always works in distracting you from the butterflies throwing a fucking rave in your stomach.

“I guess it is a date!” Sykkuno admits, “Kinda after a funeral, but still.”

Corpse hums. You’re still too stunned to say anything. The black astronaut with adorable cat ears approaches Sykkuno.

“It’s not.” He states. Your mouth falls open in shock as your date, your companion, the Shoto to your Momo is murdered in cold blood right in front of you. His lifeless body, cut in half, lays on the tiles by the growing flowers, right beside you, “You didn’t see shit.”

“...I didn’t see shit.” Is all you can utter, breathless and terrified.

“Thaaaat’s fucking right, baby.” Corpse coos, “Now I’m gonna report it, and I’ll say we found Sykkuno together. Better stick close to me after the meeting, got it?”

If Sykkuno is Shoto, then Corpse is definitely Dabi.

why is that kinda hot tho omg

didn’t know i needed dom corpse since now but i do

y/n looks like shes boutta throw up lmao

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You follow him around like a lost puppy - because what else is left for you to do!? You’re helpless in this situation. He’s got you in the palm of his hand, successfully eliminating everyone you had previously interacted with. First it was Charlie, then Sykkuno, even Sean, who said hello in passing, was shot instantly. Real Sangwoo behavior. You almost want to scream warnings at everyone to not approach you. You cannot mourn another lost crew mate, you don’t think your conscience can take it. But words fail to form. You’re too weak. You fake cry to your audience. They’re quick to remind you to stop acting like a little bitch.

“Mean.” Is all you say, eyeing the comments.

“Hm?”

“Was talking to the roaches.”

“What are they saying?”

“That I should betray you.”

“...Better not.”

A shiver shoots up your spine and you half believe he will bust down your door and drag you into his basement for real. A nervous laugh slips past your lips, “I won’t, I won’t.” You reassure him, “Don’t worry, I’m sticking with you. I haven’t seen shit.”

“I like that you listen to me. You always this agreeable?”

“You’re kinda not giving me a choice right now.” You grumble, vending yourself a drink while he looms behind you, protecting you. From who?! Himself?!

“Oh my fucking God, finally,” Bretman exclaims, “girl, I’ve been running around the whole map trynna find someone, is everyone like, dead?”

You’re scared to reply. Corpse does it for you, “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, maybe? Not sure. Where have you been?”

“Oh you know,” Bretman grins, “doing tasks, talking shit, the usual. You two are not, like, Impostors right?”

You shoot a look at Corpse, but he obviously can’t see it. Biting your lip, you murmur, “Nope.”

“Just your regular crew mates doing regular crew mate things.” Corpse says, no, purrs. Because that’s not suspicious at all. You’d recommend Bretman to run, and not only because that sounded shady as fuck. But he seems to enjoy danger, or he just doesn’t care.

“Hmmmm, crew mates, sure. Miss girl Y/n,” He’s addressing you now; you smile anxiously, “How come every time I see you, you’re with a different man?! Like damn, leave some for the rest of us, for real!”

You like Bretman. You like his high-pitched whine and drawl. You would like him even more if not for the complex situation at hand. You fear for his life. Chewing at your bottom lip, you snicker, “Sorry, Bret. I can leave you Corpse if you want?”

He laughs, “Girl, I’d say yes so fucking quick, but I know he wouldn’t want that. Normally I wouldn’t care, but y’all are such a cute couple it’s making me not want to be a shady motherfucking bitch. Changing my ways, embracing the lord. Love it.”

Corpse doesn’t correct him that you are, in fact, not dating. His lack of reaction unnerves you slightly. Does he...? No! No think! Only exist! You catch that train of thought and steer it away from forbidden territory. Looks like it’s up to you to clear the air, and that is exactly what you do after trying to swallow down the lump in your throat, “Uh, we’re not together, actually. We’re just really good friends.”

“Bitch, then move over,” Bretman says snappily,”go like, back to your other boyfriends. Or find another one. I think I saw Dream near Navigation.”

“Near Navigation, huh?” Corpse hums thoughtfully. It’s a subtle warning, but you catch it. Yeah, even if you try running, Dream’s going to join your other ‘boyfriends’ in the afterlife. Granted, killing someone by just talking with them is kind of cool. Or maybe Stockholm Syndrome is finally kicking in, “Bret, the thing is, Y/n’s scared of dying, so she asked me to stay with her.”

It’s disturbing how good at lying he is. It is also really really attractive, as bizarre as that is.

y/n stop being in a toxic relationship with corpse challenge

making fanart of this omg her face

its the blushing for me girl get your head outta the gutter!

^she cant, it lives there

“Baby, you’re gonna fucking die if you stick with her,” Bretman points out, “have you noticed the mortality rate of her partners? Rest in peace, daddy.”

“He’s right, you know.” You mutter, dramatically looking to the side, “I’m no good, Corpse.”

“Not leaving you, end of discussion. Bretman, join us?” Corpse offers, catching you by surprise. He might still be lying, though. Creating a false sense of security before eliminating Bretman. Probably would laugh while doing it, too. Wow, he truly is evil.

Turns out he doesn’t have to do any of that, because when Dream strolls into Cafeteria, he kills Bretman instead. The two Impostors are finally revealed. You promised not to snitch on Corpse, but you didn’t say shit about not exposing Dream. You press the REPORT button and say just that: “Dream just murdered Bret right in front of me and Corpse.”

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The last meeting is called. Dream had been voted out with the help of Corpse, and now only you, he, and Rae remain.

“Baby, you know what to do.”

The VOTED icon pops up beside Corpse’s astronaut. Rae wheezes, “No! Y/n, it’s not me, you gotta believe me, I swear it’s not me!”

“...I really don’t know,” You murmur, “I’ve been with Corpse a lot, and...Rae, I’m not sure...”

“Please! I swear it on my Kagayama cardboard cut out, I’m not the Impostor, please! You know me, I’d never lie to you like this.”

“She’s definitely lying.” Corpse says, sounding pleased.

“Don’t listen to him! Remember, during the first round, when he tried to convince us that you were the Impostor? He’s doing the same shit to me!”

“I also remember you agreeing with him.” You remind her.

“I was stupid! Small dumb brain moment! He was using us to win! He’s using you right now!” She votes, “Please, Y/n, make the right choice.”

You’re silent for a moment.

“I’m gonna...I’m gonna vote for who I think it is.” You lastly say.

A slow, lazy grin makes it’s way onto your lips, eyes gleaming mischievously. You had not forgotten your promise to your brother from another mother, you had not forgotten the pride of the BDA, you had not forgotten your beautiful friendship. Two miniature astronauts pop up by Corpse’s at the exact moment Rae screeches “YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!”

“Fuck.” Is all Corpse says with a laugh.

The screen changes, informing of the first CREW MATE victory.

Your ears are assaulted with different voices as you appear in the lobby.

“Now that’s what I’m fucking talking about.” Charlie raves, “I swear to fucking God, Y/n, you even got me going for a second. Pulled some 1000 IQ shit right there. It was fucking amazing. Best back stabbing I’ve seen in a while, and I’ve seen a lot.”

“That was absolutely fantastic, Y/n.” Sean applauds, “I really thought you joined Corpse like some crew mate accomplice or something. Can’t believe you switched on him at the last second.”

“That’s my wifey!” Rae cheers, strolling to you, “Love you, mwah.”

“Hey, Corpse,” Charlie calls him, “How does it feel to be a fucking loser?”

“I’m surprisingly fine with it.”

yeah he would be lmao

mom is the best snake ever i love you sm y/n

rae and y/n’s friendship....the feeeeeels

As the rest sing your praises for another solid minute or two, the third round begins. CREW MATE again. Though, just because you’re stuck as an underpaid worker in a dying spaceship, it doesn’t mean you’re innocent. Your last round proved that quite well. You can’t help but silently snicker.

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TAGLIST IS CLOSED!

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