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hoshigray · 23 hours

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hellooo! i had an idea i wanted to add onto the sukuna smut you had where he was rebellious student and she was the student body. i was thinking about the reader taking charge of sukuna even after he talked about how she would be under him.

𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: omfg FINALLY i have time to do this req!! second part to this request.

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Sukuna x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern setting; Sukuna and you are college seniors - degradation (bitch, slut, whore) - impact play (spanking) - prone bone + cowgirl positions - breast play + nipple play - cervix fucking- dick piercing (frenulum) - unprotected sex (psa: don't be silly; wrap the willy) - creampies - overstimulation - clitoral play (friction/grinding) - pet names (brat, good girl, pet, princess, woman) - implied blackmail - Sukuna being a sadist fuck, per usual - mention of drool/spit.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.2k

“—Khhh! Ahaaa, fuuck, ‘Ryoo, slow do—Ahhnn!!”

“Nnnmm…Heh, dumb pet; think you have any right to tell me what to do…”

Being the president of the student body entails many responsibilities. It’s a highly respectable title expected to be exhibited by the poisest of souls—a soul that you behold and have been recognized with for the past four years of your college life.

Senior year, a time that was supposed to be a smooth sail, unexpectedly brought its own set of challenges. Despite meticulously planning your major and minor courses, the final year turned out to be a juggling act, with five classes and the added responsibilities of extracurriculars and student government. But at the very least, it’s nothing you- student president- can’t handle.

What is one thing you can’t handle, however, is the man who has you all naked and sweating on his red satin sheets.

Sukuna has you face down to the mattress, a hand on your head to keep your cheek smooshed to the silky sheet, while the other pins you down by the waist. From behind, he ruts into your bare ass with a rough pace, jackhammering his cock into your wet cunt that’s already stuffed with his come from the rounds prior.

Being in a situation like this is not what you envisioned would happen in your last year of college — let alone with the likes of him. You’d rather wring your own neck than be within arm’s length of Ryōmen Sukuna’s perimeter. The named senior has been on your shit list for the past three years, fucking delinquent, only doing what he wants for his pleasure, rules be damned.

The exact aspect goes along with you, too; the only reason why you’re allowing this bastard to touch you like this is because of the material he has to bring your reputation down—all these years of hard work threatened to crumble down because of some inappropriate pictures and videos of you. To him, he could care less about releasing them and seeing your life diminish before his very eyes. As for you, you couldn’t let that happen, unable to sleep at night knowing the man you hate with your very being has shit on you for his petty enjoyment.

So here you are, in the sole bedroom of his apartment, stripped of your clothes, your titles, and your dignity. All bare and nude for this vile man to see and use you as he sees fit in the most raunchy ways. I hate this so much...

“Hey, whore. Quit squirmin’ around like that, and let me finish you off.”

Sukuna slaps your ass for the tenth time that night, the skin of your butt hot and stinging with pain from the impacts and pinches of his nails. The sore feeling spreads with the crash of his pelvis slamming on your rear and his girthy dick churning the velvety texture of your insides. Each pound rocks you to submission, drool exiting your lips to the sheets and sticks to your chin. You’re sure you look like an idiot, all tousled because of his rough demeanor. Too angry with yourself that you fight the tears. I hate this so fucking much…

“—Ohhh!!” You wail out, eyes rolling up to your skull from the brush of your cervix. “Nnoohh!! F-Fuuuck! Ahaahnn...!”

The man above you snickers wickedly. “Keheh, look at you, crying like a real bitch in heat.” Another slap to your asscheek has you scream some more; your vocals are dragged out by his fingernails, piercing your inflamed skin. “Shit, can never get enough of this tight pussy. Never expected someone like you to be so good at wringing cock, prez.”

“Mmmph…! Go f–fuck yer’self, Ryōmen…” Even if he has your head pinned, your persistence furls you to throw a glare his way.

But it only humors the tattooed senior above you. “And bore myself when there’s a perfect piece of ass that can take me?” He slams his pelvis harshly and jabs to your cervix by the tip prompts tears to strike down. “Though you were smarter than that, woman.”

You grit your teeth when Sukuna increases the speed of his thrusts; the piercing of his frenulum rubs on your inner walls without fail. Toes curl from another hard smack to your butt, nearly biting the skin of your bottom lip from yet another twinge of pain.

“Taaah, ughhh, ohmyGoood…!” You can sense your cunt begin to throb–your orgasm is about to hit. “Su’kunaa, please slow downnn, I’m so–I’m gonna…Mmfffaaa!!”

Shocks tingle up your spine with the climb of your climax crashing down, your vagina contracting around the girthy length burrowing deep inside you. Howls are expressed with a euphoric tone despite the soreness of your poor, aching body. And Sukuna groans at the feeling of you clamping onto him, using slow movements of his hips to enjoy the contraction.

“Hnngh..! Dumb brat, thinkin’ you’re free to cum without my say-so.” A playful slap to your butt has you jolt, your figure still sensitive with your hazy high. It’s not like I didn’t tell you to slow down, you asshole. You sharply gasp at the withdrawal of his member, and his load exudes out with a sloppy force that messes your inner thighs. He then bends to your ear, his cold, sweaty chest sticking to your back. “Dirty slut chasin’ for yer own release. Have you no shame, princess?”

Stop talking to me… You were disgusted by the shudder you felt as he licked your ear.

“Thanks to you, I’m still hard,” he rubs his solid dick on the crevice of your ass, his come-coated member erotically grinding on the soft flesh. “Now stay fucking still ‘till I’m done with you—”

Rarely does Sukuna find himself perplexed. One moment, he’s proudly stationed above you. Then, you surprised him by rolling him to his back in a flash. The action takes him aback–somewhat amazed you could take his weight–and he sees your figure come over with your legs on either side of his waist.

Now, you were on top of him—a rarity that neither of you expected.

Pinkish orange brows remain neutral, yet his piercing scarlet eyes bore holes into your frame. “And just the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“What it looks like I’m doing.” You reply with a tiny malice — enough you knew wouldn’t get you into too much trouble with the man you’re on top of. Your hand grasps on Sukuna’s cock and strokes the erect limb. “I’m finishing you off.”

Did you gulp at the motion of a single brow being lifted? Of course you did. Albeit you were stubbornly confident, you’d be a fool if you weren’t frightened. Yet the man sneered after a few brief seconds. “Is that right? The president thinks they can do all the work, huh.” You observed Sukuna bringing his hands to relax behind his head, “Well, what are you waitin’ for? Take care of your fellow student, Miss Prez.”

I hate his ass so fucking much—you can only express your disdain through your inner dialogue, wanting nothing but to wipe that evil sneer off his tattooed face. Yet you know that’s not what’s expected of you now. So, with a gulp and a slow inhale, your hips are pulled up by yourself, and your hand guides the pulsing length in your grasp to your leaking slit.

You gasp at the contact of his glans kissing your labia, the sight of the some dripping from your vagina sticking to Sukuna’s girth was too repulsive to the eye. Humiliation continues to shrink your core at the display before you. “Don’t keep me waiting, woman. Or I’ll go back and do the job myself, seeing you’re too scared.” The salmon-haired man doesn’t flinch at your scowl.

“Don’t rush me, Ryōmen,” you threaten with gritted teeth, chewing on your bottom lip as you bring your ass down to take in the fat tip once more. The pain has you wince for a few seconds, hoping to God that the man below doesn’t get too impatient enough to slam you down on his cock himself because you know he wouldn’t give a damn if you’d be in pain or not.

But it does enter you; a sharp gasp erupted out of your frame at the scrape of his frenulum piercing back inside. Your hands involuntarily find something to keep your balance steady, using his chest to do the job.

As for Sukuna, his crimson eyes were honed in on you, taking in every detail of your expressions, your shaky voice, and the twitches of your body as your cunt swallowed every inch of his shaft back into your warmth until you reached the very hilt. “Good girl,” he scoffs at the sudden squeeze of your walls on him. “Don’t get a little praise get to your head; start moving, pet.”

You release a gradual sigh, and your hips begin to move. Your nerves are still under the effects of the recent climax, so your inner walls are still keen as every graze of Sukuna’s tip and piercing has you tremble like a leaf. It almost makes you scared to move entirely, thinking one wrong move will break you.

“C’mon, Y/n,” you gasp at Sukna’s hands, finding your exposed chest to grope. “Is this the best you can do? With those slow-ass hips?”

You knew he meant to entice you, yet it was working. Your waist gauges the speed of your rhythm, now bouncing on Sukuna’s length with a purpose despite your sensitive nerves having you mewl. And your shrills come out slurred at the rough tweak of your nipples. This fool has no gentle bone in his body, using your sore body in whatever interests him.

“Mmnngh, yeah, like that,” Sukuna purrs, fondling your breasts with fingers hungry for their flesh to play and tease. “Harder” wasn’t something to question—a simple demand you had to indulge in. You flatten your mouth as you bring your hips down more to the point that the skin of your ass hits his groin and thighs. “Harder,” he commands again, your hips now slamming hard down on him, and you shake at the poke of your cervix, nails digging into his pectorals. And the black-marked man snickers at the display. “Harder.”

You couldn’t keep your frame upright; another pound of your hips onto him caused another poke of your cervix, resulting in you losing your balance and your body falling onto Sukuna’s, who barks a laugh. “Tah, pathetic, can’t even stay upright when taking my cock.” And to make it worse, he criticizes you, his hands now moving to your butt to squeeze and slap onto. “I like the view, though. Not every day do I see a pretty face above me like this.” You scream at the buck of his hips, his dick rubbing on your G-spot with precision. “Just need some help to ease your incompetence, princess.”

Oh, you hated how close your face was to his; if you weren’t so dazed, you’d spit at him. “—Tch, s-shut up, ‘Kunaa! Go die—Eeyaahh!” Another slap on your asscheek and graze on the upper wall of your cunt has you shrieking.

“Not a chance,” his face gets closer to yours. “Wouldn’t give you the satisfaction…” And then your moan is muffled with the addition of his lips onto yours, the Ryōmen Sukuna kissing you.

When the night couldn’t get any worse, here is Sukuna shoving his tongue into your mouth, exchanging his saliva with yours as your tongue swirls with his before he sucks on it. Fucking sickening, the nerve of this fucker! You hate how passionate the kiss became as his thrusts coincided with yours, getting faster and faster as your teeth clashed with his. My God, just fucking cum already!

You decided it was time to end this session once and for all, the pace of your hips going erratic. Every bounce of your ass came with a twinge of your cunt around Sukuna’s member; the groans he expresses into your lips are just what you’re looking for. And the more you bend forward, the friction of your clitoris grinding on his pelvis gets better. At least you’re getting some pleasure out of this…

You knew he was close to chasing his orgasm the moment his ruts to your cunt synced with yours, so it’s no surprise his fingers grip your butt and keep you grounded on him as he spills another load into you. Fuck, you can feel his cock pulsating inside you, and you can only imagine how messy it looks down there once you’re finally off of him.

Even as he’s experiencing the shocks and trembles of his release, Sukuna doesn’t break the kiss until the very end. A hand comes to the back of your head, keeping your face and mouth on him, deepen the kiss and take your breath away (literally). And once your bodies calm down, his lips finally withdraw from yours, leaving you two panting heavily among yourselves. Spit connects to your lips, but you quickly break the link with your hand covering your mouth.

“Ya know,” Sukuna breathlessly chuckles while his other hand kneads the flesh of your butt. “Think you’re startin’ to enjoy this just as much as I am.”

Eyes narrow at his words, and you turn to the side to spit his saliva out of your mouth. You wipe your mouth with a tiny grin. “You fucking wish…”

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mangowafflesss · 2 days

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PART 3 TO THE EX WIFE

This is the final part, I hate this but whatever I don't care :) Love to everyone who read this <3

Part 1 , Part 2

It had been a couple of days since you had kicked out John and his bitch of an ex. It was peaceful but very quiet. There was more room for your mind to start spiralling into thoughts, so you either had music playing through your speakers or the tv on throughout the day, just to make it seem like someone was here with you in the house.

You had the locks changed and also blocked all contact with him, yes it was hard but you believed it to be the best thing to do. No more temptation to let him back into your heart. He hurt you and now you had to heal from the wounds.

However, John wasn’t giving up on you that easily. He would show up to your house daily, knocking, wanting for you to listen to him. But why should you? He wouldn't listen to you, no matter how many times you expressed how much you wanted him to get rid of his ex.

Today was Saturday. You were fresh out of the shower and heard repeated knocking on your front door. Choosing to ignore it, you did your usual routine before the knocking reached a point where your eye was borderline twitching.

With a huff, you turned on your heel and charged through the house. When you got closer to the door, the louder the thumping got. “Fuck off John!” you yelled but the sound was relentless.

Unlocking the door, you twisted the handle and yanked it open “Will you stop before you break down my damn door” you say but when the person on the other side isn’t John, your angry temper fizzles a little but not much.

“John’s not here” you go to shut the door but his arm stops you and you roll your eyes before opening it again.

“Where is he?”

“Don’t know. Don’t care” you say with a shrug and watch as he looks past you and into your house. “I’m being serious Simon. His car isn’t even here” you point to the empty spot next to your car on the drive and feel your lip quiver for a second.

No. You were done crying for him.

“Did something happen?” he asks and you cross your arms over your chest “As if you don’t already know. You’re probably one of the first people he would’ve told. Is that why you’re here? He gave up begging so he sent one of his men to do it for him” you scoff while he stands there looking confused. You don’t think you ever seen such emotion on him.

“I haven’t heard from him in a week. I have no idea what’s going on” he says truthfully and you’re shocked.

“Really?” He nods his head and you believe him. “Why don’t you tell me about it? Whatever it is sounds like he’s in the wrong” you contemplate it for a while before stepping to the side and letting him inside of your home.

A couple of weeks later, Simon had been coming over a lot more. He expressed his hatred for what John did to you. You were confused at first, he was the closest thing Simon had to a family. They were friends, comrades. It was strange at first, but you were glad to have someone on your side, telling you how much John had fucked up.

One night, you were laying on the sofa and stretched out your legs. They landed in Simon's lap and you had apologised before pulling them back to your recent position, but Simon had grabbed your legs and put them back into his lap mumbling something like “You’ll get cramp” but the way his fingers brushed against the skin of your calves made a fire inside you ignite. Maybe it was from the lack of touch from someone but it was all you could think about the entire night until he left to go back home.

When he returned to your house a couple days after, you kissed him. It was a rushed decision but the way he kissed you back made you realise that he wanted this as much as you.

From there on out, your relationship got more physical. You would grab him as soon as he walked through the door. Him scooping you up into his arms, dropping the things in his hands to the ground in the process.

A month and a half later, you were in bed. Legs spread with a head settled in between them. Your hands gripped onto his dirty blonde strands as he ran his tongue up your sopping cunt. “Fuck Si-” you moaned as he sucked on your clit making you buck your hips and push his head further down onto you. You felt as if you were in heaven, floating on a cloud as he devoured you.

Well you were in heaven until you heard knocking at the door. That fucking door will be the death of you.

“Ignore it” Simon grunts before pushing two thick digits into you, making you hum and forget about anything for the moment.

The doorbell started to ring and you huffed angrily. “It's him” you groaned while covering your face with your hands but Simon continued to swirl his tongue, happily lapping you up.

You weren't going to be able to come like this. “Simon stop” you say regretfully and he pulls his fingers from you making you whine at the loss of them.

You had to deal with this or else you’ll never do it. Sighing, you get up off the bed and put on your robe. Before leaving the haven of your room, you press a kiss to Simon's lips “We’ll continue this when I get back” you feel him smile against your lips before slapping your ass and falling onto his back on the mattress.

You pick up the documents on the kitchen counter and walk to the front door where John stands. He looked rough but you didn’t care as you shoved the envelope at him.

“Make sure you sign them John”

He held them in his hand and looked up at you with sorrowful eyes. “Sweetheart, is there anything I can do to save this. Please”

“No John, I never will listen to anything you have to say ever again” your voice had no emotion in it, you were done. Finally done.

You heard footsteps behind you and felt a kiss was placed on the top of your head. John looked shocked at the sight of Simon but nodded to himself “I’ll sign them” he sounded broken and you felt a sense of relief.

Before he left, he looked to Simon and spoke once more “Look after her will you?” you felt Simon pull you softly backwards and stood in the doorway blocking you from view. “I’ll do a lot more than you ever have” is all he says before slamming the door and locking it.

He turns around with a smile decorating his face and mischievous glint in his eye. “Now that's dealt with. Where were we?” you grin before sprinting back into the bedroom to continue what was so rudely interrupted.

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universalitgirlsblog2 · 2 days

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🧁ME TOO BY MEGHAN TRAINOR

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"Who says, who says you're not perfect?Who says you're not worth it?"

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" If you think they're looking at you,They're looking at me"

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"She's so gorgeous, she's successful "

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" Narcissistic, my God, I love it"

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" I'm a girl's girl, I'm a boss in a man's world"

" My mama said, "Marry a rich man" ,And I was like, "Mama, I am that rich man"

🧁LOOK AT HER BY SELENA GOMEZ

" Of course she was sad,But now she's glad she dodged a bullet"

🍥KILLSHOT BY MAGDALENA BAY

" Can you make my heart stop, Hit me with your kill shot baby"

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"She's got my attention, she's confident"

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" We just go hard,We just go hard till we see the light"

" Even if the waves hit and sprinkle thorns, I'm the winner in the end,Even if you shake and push me, I'm unbreakable,My opponent is Woman in the mirror,I told you no matter how much the world tries to put me down,You make me feel special"

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" I want you on my team,So does everybody else"

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" I put my armor on, show you how strong I am,I put my armor on, I'll show you that I am"

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"When all is said and done,You'll believe God is a woman"

🍥TELL ME SOMETHING I DON'T KNOW BY SELENA GOMEZ

"Everybody tells me that it's so hard to make it It's so hard to break in, there's no way to fake itEverybody tells me that it's wrong what I'm feelin'I shouldn't believe in the dreams that I'm dreamin'I hear it every dayI hear it all the timeI'm never gonna amount to muchBut they're never gonna change my mind, noTell me, tell me, tell me something I don't know"

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" Riding over the trail of thorns,You made me boost up "

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"Imagine having everything we ever dreamed"

" You've gotta believe it"

" Bigger is better And better is bigger?"

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🧁OBSESSED BY MARIAH CAREY

"And I was like, "Why you so obsessed with me?"

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" Even if all the boatmen together become strangers to us(that is, even if everyone turns against us)Then we will become oars ourselvesand cross (the sea) on our own"

"Why others, we'll ask ourselves only,about the path to followWe'll find it here somewherein the waves only"

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"So sue me, For looking too pretty tonight"

" But I'm not gonna dull myself because you dull yourself"

" Feelin' myself can't be illegal, illegal"

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"Écoute chérie"

I don't know about lyrics but I like vibe of the song !

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" Do you think I am Fragile?"

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I LOVE THE VIBE OF THIS SONG !!

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This song vibe reminds me of those mog edits lmao , you can listen to this song to upgrade your beauty self-concept!

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" Diamonds under my eyes"

🧁JUST LIKE MAGIC BY ARIANA GRANDE

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"Just like magic ,I'm attractive ,I get everything I want 'cause I attract it"

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AGAIN THIS SONG MAKES ME FEEL LIKE A BAD BITCH !!

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I LOVE THE VIBE OF THIS SONG !!!

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"The confidence in me shines more on me,You always shine on your own,My satisfaction that will make me shine more perfectly"

🧁BEAUTIFUL LIAR BY BEYONCE AND SHAKIRA

It is all about the vibe !!

🍥BABYDOLL BY ARI ABDUL

" Call me babydoll "

This song can help with beauty self-concept.

🧁WASABI BY LITTLE MIX

"Love to hate me, praise me, shame me,Either way you talk about me"

"I'm glad to be your inspiration.Who, baby, who's (guess who?)The topic of your conversation?,I am "

🍥GIMME MORE BY BRITNEY SPEARS

I don't even need to explain this one lol !

🧁LONG WAY TO GO BY CASSIE

GOOD VIBES !!!

🍥QUEEN BY TWICE

"I know what you are,Uh you’re a queen"

"You are the main character,You are the bright one,You’re a queen"

"No matter what anyone says,By yourself,You’re a queen"

🧁IDOL BY BTS FT NICKI MINAJ

"I know what I am (I know what I am),I know what I want (I know what I want),I never gon' change (I never gon' change)I never gon' trade"

"You know I've been a boss for my whole career"

🍥PERFECT DAY BY HOKU FROM LEGALLY BLONDE

"On this perfect day,Nothing's standing in my way,On this perfect day,Where nothing can go wrong"

🧁BOSS BITCH BY DOJA CAT

"I'm the whole damn cake and the cherry on top"

"I'm a bitch and a boss, I'ma shine like gloss"

🍥MALAMENTE BY ROSALIA

I like the vibe of the song !

🧁SHE LOVES CONTROL BY CAMILLA CABELLO

"She doesn't cry anymore, no looking back"

🍥I HAVE GOT MAGIC BY BARBIE

"Life has its dings,Oh, thanks for the wings!"

"It is my fate to be so great!"

🧁BADDIE BY IVE

"I'm a baddie, ba-ba-baddie, baddie,Pretty little risky baddie"

🍥SOLO BY JENNIE

"This time I'm only lookin' at me, myself and I,(I'm goin' solo) I'mma do it on my own now"

"Like the flowing wind,Like the stars above the clouds,I want to go far away, I want to shine brightly"

🧁BARBIE WORLD BY NICKI MINAJ AND ICE SPICE

"All of the Barbies is pretty (damn),All of the Barbies is bad,It girls (It girls) and we ain't playin' tag"

🍥KICK IT BY BLACKPINK

" Never needed nothin' else,Just a lil' love from myself"

🧁CIRCUS BY BRITNEY SPEARS

"Don't like the back seat, gotta be first"

"All eyes on me in the center of the ring just like a circus"

🍥FOCUS BY ARIANA GRANDE

"I know what I came to do,And that ain't gonna change,So go ahead and talk your talk,Cause I won't take the bait,I'm over here doing what I like,I'm over here working day and night"

"Let's find a light inside our universe now,Where ain't nobody keep on holding us down"

🧁ANSWER:LOVE MYSELF BY BTS

"You've shown me I have reasons,I should love myself"

🍥KITSCH BY IVE

"I live the way I want, what more do you want, That's my style

"Who cares if I only do what I like, huh,This ain't your life,Useless thoughts can go away"

🧁MONOPOLY BY ARIANA GRANDE FT VICTORIA MONET

"Bad vibes, get off of me"

"Treat my goals like property,Collect them like Monopoly"

🍥MIKROKOSMOS BY BTS

"You shine brighter than anyone else One"

" Shine , dream , smile "

🧁SHAKE IT OFF BY TAYLOR SWIFT

"And the haters gonna hate, hate, hate, hate, hate,Baby, I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake,I shake it off, I shake it off "

🍥SUPERMODEL BY JILL SUBOLE FROM CLUELESS

"When I'm a supermodel,And my hair will shine like the sea,Everyone wants to look like me"

"Cause I'm young and I'm here and so beautiful"

🧁OUTRO: WINGS BY BTS

"I believe in myself,My back hurting is for my wings to come out,I believe in you, even if things are bleak right now,The end will be great"

"I made a decision, I will have unconditional trust"

🍥THAT'S MY GIRL BY FIFTH HARMONY

"You've been down before,You've been hurt before,You got up before,You'll be good to go, good to go,Destiny said it, you got to get up and get it"

"Get mad independent and don't you ever forget it"

🧁MANEATER BY NELLY FURTADO

" You either wanna be with me, or be me"

🍥RICH GIRL BY GWEN STEFANI

"If I was a rich girl,See, I'd have all the money in the world, if I was a wealthy girl,No man could test me, impress me, my cash flow would never ever end,'Cause I'd have all the money in the world, if I was a wealthy girl"

🧁STEP ON UP BY ARIANA GRANDE

"You say I'm sexy,So bad, they should arrest me"

🍥FEELING MYSELF BY NICKI MINAJ AND BEYONCE

"Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my"

🧁FABULOUS BY SHARPAY EVANS FROM HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL

"The whole world according to moi"

"All things fabulous,Bigger and better and best"

🍥CONFIDENT BY DEMI LOVATO

"I'm the boss right now"

🧁I'M THAT GIRL BY BEYONCE

"It's not the diamonds, it's not the pearls,I'm that girl, it's just that I'm that girl"

"From the top of the morning, I shine"

🍥PRETTY & RICH BY SASWEETIE

"Y'all study my fashion, it shows in your pics"

"I look better in person, you'll see when we meet"

"I been in my Birkin, I stay on my grind,I stay on my hustle, I stay on your mind"

"Ooh, I'm so perfect, I make them nervous"

"Prettiest out here, that shit for certain"

🧁HARD WHITE BY NICKI MINAJ

"I'm the trophy of the game, everybody tryna win me"

"Uh, I'm who they wishin' to be"

"I'm a prodigy, R.I.P Thun-Thun '

🍥BO$$ BY FIFTH HARMONY

"C-O-N-F-I-D-E-N-T,That's me, I'm confident"

🧁SUPER LADY BY G-IDLE

"I am the top, super lady"

"Those irresistible eyes are savage, got all qualities of a Queen, The Baddie"

🍥NICE TO MEET YA BY MEGHAN TRAINOR FT NICKI MINAJ

"I am blessed by the Heavens"

"Now I'm givin' myself,Nothing but love"

"Please, no comparisons, 'cause you know they can't"

🧁PERFECT NIGHT BY LE SSERAFIM

"I got all I need, you know nothing else can beat,The way that I feel when I'm dancing with my girls,Perfect energy, yeah, we flawless, yeah, we free,There's no better feeling in the whole wide world"

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cstlez · 2 days

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T. KAULITZ X READER

warnings! : fluff, slight angst, implied smut, explicit language, kissing, use of y/n

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God, he's a wretched mess.

I watched as he slammed the boy's bags, absolutely demolishing everything backstage. For a moment I wanted to laugh, as he looked at me like I had flipped over all the chairs and tables.

I continued to flip through my magazine, watching as he heaved and pulled at his collar, trying to find some space to loosen up his temper, and let it go.

“Good god man. What is wrong with you today?”

He completely ignored me, I watched Bill look behind the curtains, holding his hands up in some sort of prayer, I furrowed a brow, Bill puffed up his cheeks and mouthed, “Rejected.”

I let out an exasperated sigh, But I nodded, Bill sent me a nice sweet smile before walking off to probably go talk to the rest.

Bill knew especially, how much it meant to Tom that they get accepted by some new agency, the one they were currently working for treated them like absolute garbage. So being rejected by what is now the 3rd agency made Tom boil.

“Tom.”

“Don't fucking talk to me right now.”

I scoffed, licking my lips only slightly, I drank from my cola, ignoring the burn my ego had undergone by his anger.

I watched as he paced back and forth, sweat collecting on his neck and forehead.

“I know you're frustrated, but this isn't going to get you anywhere honey.”

“I'm not your bitch y/n.”

I laughed gently, shaking my head, is this really what he's pulling right now? Yes, he has every right to be mad, angry too, but darling throwing a fit every time will only make you more anxious.

“Am I calling you my bitch Tom? No. Sit down, you're making me anxious by pacing like that.”

He took a deep breath, he smiled sarcastically and flipped me off, walking into one of the dressing rooms, I groaned in frustration but picked up my body off the couch and walked out behind the curtains to hopefully find any of the other guys.

My heart glared at me, racing at the fact that he was dealing with his frustration all alone. I wanted to help, but he made it impossible. Its hard to believe he's reckless. Sometimes he just looks like any other boy, but not like any other boy I've met, like a boy. Sometimes his jaw is so relaxed that he stops looking less intimidating, deep down I knew that whatever it was, whatever care I held, was ridiculous.

Just a stupid pubescent fantasy, a boy in a band, and a girl.

“n/n! Is he okay?”

Bill's voice echoed behind me, I signed, I turned to face him, being met with a playful poke from Georg and Gustav.

“Uh. I don't think he's okay, he stormed off.”

Georg raised a brow, He pushed his hair away from his face, yawning into his palm.

“Go talk to him maybe? Dumbass.” Georg made me smile slightly, I don't know what he meant by that but I think part of my soul understood.

“You do know he'll only ever talk to you when he's like this right? He won't even talk to Bill, So go talk to him before he starts breaking our equipment.”

Gustav's voice echoed to my left, I sighed, but I nodded. I walked backstage yet again, I knocked at the first locked door I could find.

I knocked a few times, no response, I scoffed, rubbing the nape of my neck.

“Quit ignoring me Tom, Let's talk. Talk to me, stop locking yourself up, this cacoon phase you're undergoing is stressing everyone out. Including me.”

I heard slight rummaging on the other side, But no words were spoken at all. I groaned in frustration, knocking at the door yet again.

Nothing.

I licked my lips, wrapping my arms around me to somehow shield me from the sudden breeze of cool air hitting me.

Tom opened the door just slightly, I crouched to try and peak into the crack, Tom sat there, slumped onto the ground, He played with his lip ring, his hands folded over each other.

I opened the door completely, walking in, I sighed, he didn't even look at me.

“You okay?”

“Mhm.”

I bit the inside of my cheek, kneeling to his level, I stupidly reached for his index finger in an attempt to possibly ease his anger just a little.

He looked at me through his eyelashes, latching his finger onto my braided bracelet, and for the first time today he cracked a genuine smile.

“Tom,”

“Yeah, What?”

“What happened?”

He sighed, bringing his right hand to cup the back of my left thigh, I chewed on the inside of my cheek, looking anywhere but in his direction.

“Some stupid agent, he said we didn't qualify. Like— Bill has gotten a lot better, and so have I, and Georg, and Gustav has some great ideas, and still, no one will take us.”

I listened intently, ignoring the burn in my chest. He sighed, looking behind me.

“Tom there will be a hundred more chances, cut yourself some slack okay?

He slowly nodded, cupping my waist with both his hands, he slowly pulled me towards him, wrapping himself around me, His face buried into the crook of my neck, his scent scattering all over me.

He planted a kiss on my collarbone, flushing my entire body. I dryly swallowed, ignoring the close proximity.

“I'm sorry, for being so rude, I'm just so stressed.”

I wanted to melt away in his arms, my knees hurt, and felt wobbly from kneeling on them for so long, he pulled me closer, the nearer I was, the more nervous I grew, he pulled away looking me in the eyes as he slowly pulled me onto his lap, an instant relief for my legs, but an instant chill for the rest of me.

“What are you doing?”

He didn't speak, instead, he reached a hand under my shirt, looking me directly in the eye, he leaned in, and planted a kiss on my cheek, I took a deep breath, and before I could even react he had placed his lips against mine.

He was gentle, the kiss so soft and genuine it could make me cry, he pulled away for a moment, but before I could react he kissed me again, this time it was deeper, his lips molding against mine.

Every decimal in my body reacted to him, easing into him and his arms even more, he unclasped my bra, feeling my back as he kissed me even rougher, he pulled away for a second, but he rushed back in, licking my bottom lip slightly.

“Fuck I'm sorry.”

His mumble against my lips only made me ignite even more, the desperation in his kiss and voice turned on something in me that no other guy had ever done, his left hand reached over to cup my tit, fiddling with my nipple in between his fingers.

I let out a quiet whimper, his nails digging into my hips, he kissed me with even more hunger, My hand reached to cup his, my body shaking with hunger.

He pulled away from my lips once again, his eyes looking seductively into mine, he continued to look into them, reaching to the button on my jeans, he quickly undid them, sliding two fingers into them, he felt my panties, smiling teasingly at the mess he had made me.

He fiddled with the damp cloth for a moment, watching my mouth shut tightly in despair, he made me hungrier in ways I hadn't felt before. He could somehow satisfy every part of my being by simply existing and now that he was touching me all I could do was try not to be desperate.

But how the hell was I supposed to deny that?

He finally slipped a finger into me, instantly making me squirm, I gripped his shoulder, feeling as his singular finger curled in me,

I gasped as I felt another, my hands scrunched up his shirt, he pushed his fingers in and out, pinching my clit and touching me with such knowledge and interest that it drove me crazy, my eyebrows furrowed in pleasure, I gasped and haved in satisfaction, leaning over to bite into his tender flesh to hide the orgasm that had overcome me in second.

“Feel good?”

I swallowed dryly, nodding into his shoulder, my hand reached to grip his shirt even tighter. I planted a kiss on his cheek, squirming at the feeling of his fingers teasing my insides, his quiet grin reminding me of exactly why I was attracted to him in the first place.

#tom kaulitz #tokio hotel #kaulitz twins #implied smut #angst #imagine #bill kaulitz #georg listing #gustav schäfer

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rav-not-found · 2 days

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Heyy! I saw you wanted to try out writing a request or two, so here I am✨

I was wondering if I could request a Dean and/or Sam winchester x reader (sepperately if you choose to do both, like two sepperate one shots in the same post) with an established relationship where they get a motel room that only has two beds, so reader has to share a bed with the winchester they're with, and it's just some awkward fluff where both are just figuring things out in this fresh relationship

Thank you!!

there was only two beds -

I love that actually!

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Dean winchester x reader, established relationship, fluff

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Its been a Long drive to Colorado for this seemingly complicated case, it seemed like forever since you have gotten a good nights sleep and tomorrow morning you have to hit the morgue first thing if you want to see the bodies before they are transported to the funeral homes.

you want nothing more than to go kick your boots, peel the layers of clothing off of you and Finally lay down, but to your surprise when Dean opens the motel room, there was only two beds.

All three of you look at each other, unsure who should go in first or where - but before you can really think about it Sam shrugs and goes directly on the closest bed to the door, drops his things, and into the shower he goes

“what a bitch” Dean says with a roll of his eyes, making his way to the other bed before you stop him

“wait where will I sleep then??”

he looks at you a little confused, then a little awkwardness can be seen on his usually confident face

“I- uhm” he clears his throat, “I assumed we’d sleep together?- I mean- not like that- of course not like that its been a long day but I meant- if you dont want to I can sleep on the couch its fine-“

you find it hard not to crack a smile at the usually confident and full of bravado Dean who is now closer to an awkward teenager in his first sleep over

“oh no no its okay- im- don’t worry its alright I don’t mind-“ you say with a small chuckle, a little awkward yourself

he goes to put his bag away and places yours next to it, he unpacks a change of clothes for himself and then looks at you hesitantly before reaching into your bag and getting one for you as well

and for a moment there between the silent movements and shuffling of fabrics, you get to see how softly he holds your belongings, how much care and love he exudes for a pair of pants or an old band t-shirt, and god if you could fall in love all over again….

he gets up from where he had placed the bags on the ground and hands the fresh clothes to you, avoiding eye contact like the plague of course.

“..Thanks Dean, appreciate it”

“yeah dont mention it” he risks a look at your soft smile, and a blush starts to creep up his neck, to which he quickly breaks the moment “SAM ARE YOU GONNA BE THERE ALL NIGHT?? WE HAVE BEEN IN THE CAR FOR THE LAST TEN HOURS TOO YOU KNOW.”

you laugh a little at his chosen method of checking on his brother, but it actually works quite quickly as Sam comes out in the next couple of minutes and flips him off. you laugh again.

Dean asks if youd like to go in first, Sam strongly suggests you take him on that offer before he “grossens up the place”, but for deans luck youre a little more tolerant than Sam and you let him go first

the moment hes in, you can see Sam unpacking and putting things aside before he sleeps, but he throws you a look or two of acknowledgment, which make the silence a little less awkward - but not completely.

“do you think I upset him when I didnt assume we’d be sleeping in the same bed?” you asked in a low voice, hoping the walls arent too thin

Sam looks at you with a small smile and a soft look, “nah I think hes just not really used to how….normal relationships function I guess? I think hes more scared of upsetting you than anything”

“oh” it just hits you now that you might be this guys first actual relationship in years, and the awkwardness might not be only from your side of the coin “oh god did I scare him?”

Sam, now laughing, “honestly? maybe, he is a little more insecure than he lets on; but I think you can just assure him and itll be okay” he shakes the chuckle in his throat away “honestly for a couple who are both older than me, it feels like im watching a highschool first crush first relationship kind of situation”

“oh fuck off like youve never had an awkward moment before”

Sam contemplates for a moment “sure yeah, when I was 16”

and with that, you also flip him off, making his success rate of getting flipped off today 2 out of 2 times a 100%

he chuckles and seemingly actually lays down to sleep this time

and conveniently enough for you, Dean comes out of the shower just then, leaving you no time to sit alone in the unsettling motel silence

“I uh” he clears his throat again, youre starting to think he does that whenever he’s nervous “I cleaned it for you - contrary to what Sam might think Im actually good at cleaning so….youre all good to go”

he also avoids your eyes mostly saying this looking down or around before going in the beds direction while you’re going to the bathroom, when you pass each other in the middle, you give him a quick kiss on the cheek and whisper a sincere thank you directly on his skin, he mumbles a “no problem” under his breath in that overly deep voice of his when hes awkward, and makes quick strides to the bed as you go to take a long awaited shower.

when you come out, all clean and fresh, you notice the clothes you are gonna wear neatly folded in pile on the bed next to a “sleeping” Dean who is so tense you could use him as a rock solid analogy, and trying to take such little space its almost funny seeing this six foot man trying to be so small

you change quietly to not wake up Sam, then slide in bed behind Dean and hug him from the back, to which he tenses even more - if thats even possible - before slowly relaxing into your hold

“you okay?” you ask in a whisper, unsure if hes gonna continue playing asleep or will actually reply to you

his reply comes half a minute later “I should be asking you that”

“and why would that be?” you say back, trying to put as much sass in a whisper as you can

“you know why.” if eye rolls could be heard, you just heard it in his voice

before you get to reply though, he continues

“im sorry I didnt really think when I was asking for the room and im so used to asking for doubles because its usually just me and Sam- I didnt mean to make you uncomfortable or assume anything I know this is all a pretty new arrangement and-“

you cut him off, “hey hey hey… Dean, its okay, I swear im not uncomfortable I was honestly just surprised by the bed sizes, it didnt look like itd fit two people, but when you said we’d be together I knew we would be able to fit because I trust your judgment okay? and I have definitely had worse sleeping arrangements than being tightly stacked next to my male-model-pretty boyfriend you know?” your voice was low but soft, full of sincerity

you can hear him chuckle lightly before turning around to face you, “its just been a while since ive had a similar… situation, with anyone - and I really dont want to fuck this up…I really like you you know?”

it was your turn to chuckle now, “I know, and I really really like you too, Dean. Believe me itd take more than a tight bed to get me to even slightly be annoyed at you, youre fine, were fine, okay?” you pause to give him a light kiss “and if Im being completely honest with you, I was kind of hoping this would happen because I really need one of your strong hugs to put my bones back in place after todays drive”

he huffs out a laugh and gives you a kiss too, “in that case, I will gladly become a weighted compression blanket” he says as he changes your positions.

now holding you impossibly close, he hugs you tightly and pulls the covers over your shoulders, with his nose in your hair and your face to his neck, you start drifting to sleep

“I love you” you say in an almost undiscernible whisper, half asleep

“I love you too” he whispers back to himself as he is sure you’re already no longer awake

he stays awake for a bit more in the quiet soft night, holding you tightly and softly smiling to himself

“I love you too” he says once more before falling victim himself to sleep

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this is my first fluff one shot since I tried writing for the first time a year ago or so so I really hope you like it !!^^

and thank you for the request^^

#dean winchester #Dean winchester x reader #fluff #awkward fluff #Sam winchester #gender ambiguous reader

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clownery-and-fuckery · 2 days

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It's pride month so.... have my gay Bad Batch thoughts I suppose (based on vibes and vibes alone.)

Hunter:

Popular opinion that I agree with? Dude is FTM trans, and has the worst time with it bcus all his T-Shots were externally bought so the Empire cut his ass OFF. also. hes a little gay. A mini bisexual, if you would. prefers women by a long shot. (He/him all the way- he wont correct, but Wrecker will.)

Crosshair:

gay. gay. dude is a MAN kisser. hes scared of women. never seen a boob in his life and he intends to stay that way. he's The Homo of the group. yes, they do make fun of him for being a boy kisser. yes, they also make fun of him for pulling NO BITCHES EVER. (He/him too and he CARES. he will correct you meanly.)

Wrecker:

pansexual icon who will love anyone. He's also pulled more than Hunter, so, take THAT. He's a hopeless romantic who falls in love with at least ONE natborn per mission. He confesses this each and every time and has maybe kissed two people. He's always encouraged. (He/him mostly but he won't mind he/they, he'll just gently correct sometimes)

Tech:

oh. He's a true bisexual. A real man and woman kisser. Perchance at once if he's drunk enough. Phee and him look at hot people and go "Oh, wow, woa". He's the bi-wife. However, his acknowledgement of attraction only works for him. He'll acknowledge you're attractive, but good look with convincing him YOU find him attractive. As far as he knows, no one looks twice at him. (Also, his gender isn't real. Sometimes he's a man, sometimes she's a woman. Sometimes they're neither. It's easier to just say that Tech is Tech. Because how come Tech gets boobs AND a dick? Unfair. They/he/her)

Echo:

originally it was assumed that he was the token straight. Until they discovered actually there's no romantic attraction there at all so, Echo's our resident aro. He's dabbled in 18+ acts of course, but the attraction never went beyond that, so he vibes. He's down for platonic and brotherly affections, but don't you dare make a romantic gesture, gross. (He/him but... he did enjoy when people thought he a she when he was undercover once, so she?)

Bonus!!!!

Rex:

We found our token straight, lads. He's never seen a boob either, though. He'll get there, eventually. Very dense, very silly. He's too tired and busy for such things. (He/him only because he doesn't know of any other option)

Cody:

Now. I know what you're gonna think. Gay. But might I throw out a suggestion? Dude is just a mean bisexual. Heavy preference for men, but he CAN pick up a woman or two. (He/him, regs are borning/j)

Wolffe:

This guy. This guy gets uncomfortable when anyone who isn't his brothers holds his hand. THIS MAN is the true aroace of the GAR. he watches his brothers and he shudders. (though he Wonders. sometimes) he'll huff and puff his way through a romcom for the Wolfpack on movie night, I guess. (He/they only because he likes being an extension of the Wolfpack)

Gregor:

Pan-romantic asexual. Dude is down to date anyone, but the armour Stays On. He finds himself much more fulfilled with simple park dates and cooking at 2am, you know?? (ALSO they/he as per his identity crisis. He's a CLONE??? HUH???? wild)

Bly:

Another "token straight" but he'll never escape the bisexual allegations 😔 (because its true and him and his wife have so had a third party member before) but he's also rather curious. So. Bi-curious. (He/him)

Fox:

Oh lord. This man. Gay. He's gay but no one knows because he passes well. Also, ace. He's done his fair share of people, he doesn't understand the appeal. Down to make out messy in a closet though, he understands THAT. but nothing more. (He/him called "it" by the Senate and he doesn't care. But his brothers do.)

That's all you get. Happy gay month. If I missed someone you can ask and I'll give you their Vibes. ✨️

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Helluva Boss S2 Trailer: “You don’t love mother and you don’t love me!”

I have a problem with this line, and I’ve had a problem with Octavia’s character for awhile now, so I’m going to talk about it.

To cut her some slack, her house and family life is a mess. Fighting parents, cheating dad, feeling neglected by both parents, and she’s a teenager on top of that. I get it. Moody, angsty teen with a really good reason for being moody and angsty.

And Stolas isn’t blameless in all this. With the cheating, he’s actively a problem, but we can see that he loves his ‘little owlet.’ But he is a terrible father. In the Seeing Stars episode, I thought that it was going to be a lot more Stolas and Octavia-centric on their relationship, but no. He and Blitzo spend most of the time looking for her just dicking around in some human comedy act when they really didn’t need to be there. Seriously, it wouldn’t have been the first time Blitzo massacred a group of humans to get out of an awkward situation, but if Stolas is so concerned about his daughter, then why didn't he do something about their situation? If he loves his daughter so much, why is he okay with this distraction? He's not even the one who gets him out of it in the end. That was the first time Helluva Boss actually disappointed me. I don’t think the brief bit of backstory we got with Blitzo and Loona justified the rest of that whole bit, so it was really pointless. That piece could have been handled better.

Throughout the Stolitz ship, Stolas is 100% ignoring Octavia. But terrible dad aside, the line from the Season 2 trailer, “You don’t love Mother and you don’t love me!” should be emotional.

Except…. “You don’t love Mother….”

…why would he?

Does Octavia not see what a violent, toxic bitch her mom is? She has seen her screaming, getting violent, and throwing things. I suppose Octavia could have the opinion that Stella's anger is justified with the cheating and all, but then that explanation implies she thinks reacting violently like that is acceptable behavior. And let’s not forget Stella straight up ordered a hit on Stolas, which nearly succeeded. Does Octavia not know about this? Again, Stolas being a terrible dad for not taking steps to get the daughter he supposedly loves away from the psycho who ordered an assassination, but did none of this get back to Octavia?

Not that any of it makes Stolas' infidelity okay. If you're unhappy in a relationship, leave it. But with the way Stella behaves, there's no rational way Octavia can expect her parents to love each other. It sucks to be the child in that position, especially a teen still figuring things out, but that is very much an 'it is what it is' situation and you gotta make the best of it in whatever way you can.

As it stands, it isn't fair for Octavia to entirely blame Stolas for their family falling apart.

"You don't love mother and you don't love me," makes it sound like Octavia is consciously choosing her violent, narcissistic witch of mother over her dad. This also doesn't make sense with the plot because there's no sign of Octavia having a close relationship with her mom. There are no portraits of them together in a loving embrace as we see with her and Stolas. Plus, Stella doesn't care about Octavia. The only two times in the show she vaguely mentions her is as the 'one egg that finally dropped out of her' and when she and Andrealphus are discussing the inheritance that will go to Octavia. She doesn't care about Stolas either. The only effect the cheating had on her was the idea of public embarrassment for their family.

Neither of Octavia's parents care for her the way they should, so for the, "You don't love mother and you don't love me," line to work to its fullest impact, it should have been phrased as, “You don’t love me! Neither you or Mom love me!”

I do love Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel…but Octavia’s character is really poorly handled. I remember it being said in an interview that Helluva Boss does have heavier focus on its male characters while Hazbin Hotel was supposed to be more female-centric, but when it comes to Octavia, that structure in the storytelling is crumbling under its own weight. There is a story here and it has some major gaps that need addressing.

To give them some benefit of doubt, maybe this’ll be addressed in an episode before that line hits, so maybe it’ll make more sense. Or they could make it clear she said it out of anger. At least, I hope so because I really need some righteous retribution for how Stolas behaves with his daughter.

#helluva boss #octavia #stolas #stella #blitzo #stolitz #season 2 #criticism #vivziepop #18+ series

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what about a sequel to the plug!zoro cheating on you w/ his girl? he broke up with her. some time goes by and zoro & y/n are at a kick back, getting a little frisky with each other and boom she just shows up.

no because you two would be at some barbecue held in franky’s massive backyard. of course the party animal had to have a pool, so you and the girls were dressed in small fitting bikinis. franky of course couldn’t keep his eyes off robin in her violet colored two piece, and nami sported an orange bikini top that was entirely too small for her tits with small shorts. yours was an olive green color working so well with your undertones, you didn’t even realized that it was damn near similar to zoro’s hair color till people pointed it out.

zoro was sitting against a beach chair with his back to the seat as he smoked on a backwood with you perched into his lap. he proudly took turns betweeen taking a pull of his weed and kissing you on the lips, the two of you sharing the routine for the last few hours.

“zoro get in the pool! it’s nice, haha!” luffy giggled excitedly. “we’re playing tag!”

zoro couldn’t help but roll his eyes at his childish best friend. “i’m good, thanks.” he gestured to his lit wood. with a look up to you, he saw you scrolling through your phone as you rested your side against his body. “y’wanna go in the pool mama?”

you shake your head. “got wet for the day already,” you reply, but do a double take when you see zoro smirk at you.

with a large hand gripping the flesh of your fatty ass, he teased, “yeah? when?”

you kissed your teeth and slapped his chest. “stop bein’ nasty you perv. ‘m finna call the cops.” zoro laughs at your threat before taking another pull of his wood.

“yeah, whatever you say, baby.”

you two end up spending the next few minutes making out, without a care in the world. zoro and your entire friend group didn’t bat an eyelash at the fact that you two were together. zoro had finally broken up with his girlfriend, but he was sure that it wasn’t the case on her end. she was delusional, worse than you.

you spend time in the boy’s arms, getting a whiff of his day old cologne and masculine musk as you two watch videos on your phone. the giggles and laughterspread amongst your friends had stopped and was replaced by numerous yells.

your own friends had joined the party just hours ago, your closest friend armani somewhere in the corner making out with nami. but when you heard armani’s familar loud voice from across the pool, that was when you grew concerned.

suddenly, a familiar figure storms their way over to your direction. “hey, you’re like trespassing on private property bro!” franky yelled as he tried to chase after the girl. within thirty seconds, zoro’s girlfriend—or as he says, ex— is in front of you.

she gives you one look before letting out a laugh. “of course. i knew you’d be fucking with her.”

zoro furrowed his eyebrows. “the fuck did you find me?”

the red girl points to her phone angrily. i fucking tracked your car and phone here!”

“ooh, damn,” you hear usopp turn and pretend to mind his business. but from his side eye and the corner of his long nose, you could tell he was still being nosy. by now, the entire party was.

“you fucking tracked me? are you insane?” zoro delicately lifts you up to place you next to him on the seat so he could properly sit up. “we’re not fucking together no more!”

“that’s not fair, zoro!” his ex cried. “you did that shit out of nowhere, i think i deserve some sort of explanation!”

standing up, you try to mediate the situation. “girl, i think y’all should step inside so no one hears—“

“i don’t owe you a fuckin’ explanation!” zoro exclaims from behind you.

“fuck you, you whore!” the girl points at you. “you’ve been fucking my boyfriend from the start, you dirty bitch!”

now you grow angry. “i’ve been fucking ‘your boyfriend’ since we were sixteen,” is all you say, knowing that would get under her skin. it was true though, zoro’s always wanted you, even before he started selling. you just never cared to give his ass the time of day mostly. “and you met him when, two years ago? please lil girl.”

zoro’s ex scoffs. “yeah okay, home wrecking whore—“

“you sure? i coulda sworn it was a section 8 apartment with the way you’re always up on niggas that’s not him!”

you wouldn’t even call your relationship with zoro homewrecking, not when you had him first and have been on and off with him since you both were teenagers. you just never anticipated that the little fling he had with the girl woulf have turned into something at the very least semi-serious. besides, you’d never fucked zoro when he was in a committed relationship with his then girlfriend at the time. out of simple respect for her, you had stepped back from him and whatever he had going on with her until he assured you that he was done with her and only wanted you.

“don’t get me started bitch before i hurt your feelings,” you threatened, giving the shorter girl a hard look.

zoro’s ex rolls her eyes. “yeah? you think he wants you when he’s coming home to me every other night?”

now you were on ten. “you gotta get a refund on that tracker baby cuz it aint telling the truth. not when the nigga live at my house. you check behind his ear lately? who name on that shit?”

color drains from the girl’s face as she watches zoro look at her with blank eyes. low and behold was your name in a beautiful script font, right behind his ear. his favorite spot he loved for you to kiss.

“you’re insane as fuck. you tried to track this nigga, trap this nigga, thinking a baby gon make him stay. he doesn’t fucking want you!” you scream. you were never this mean. but she was testing your nerves, and you had to show her you didn’t even play like that. “now you just got embarrassed. right after i told you to go inside with him on that bullshit.”

zoro’s ex makes a move to plunge towards you, but zoro successfully catches her in his strong grasp. “let me go!” the girl screams, attemtpinf to lunge at you. you mirror her actions, only to be held back by franky’s own strong grip.

“zee, take your bitch outside before i beat her ass bro!” you heathe, glaring at the girl who was matching your expression. even he couldn’t contain your anger at the moment. it was good franky was holding you back. zoro does as told and practically hauls his ex out the backyard on his shoulder. from a distance, you can see her calm down and melt into his embrace.

“that was some crazy shit,” usopp breathed out.

as if on cue, luffu exits the house with a big BBQ chicken leg in his hand, food stuffed in his mouth. “what the hell happened?”

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grind-pantera · 2 days

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Thinking about something very trivial: do you think Caesar and Noa would snore when they are asleep ? 🫣

I feel Caesar would, but a soft snore and when you mention it to him, he would be in complete denial 😂

For Noa, I think he’s very silent while sleeping (maybe just when he dreams, some quiet hoots would escape his mouth 🥹) and maybe you’re actually the one who snore very softly but he would not hear it because I believe he’s an heavy sleeper (remember when he falls asleep against a tree while there was a wind storm, around the beginning of the movie?) so he discovered about your light snore when someday you’d fell asleep before he did.

What do you think? 🤔

Also: hello 👋🏻 😁

Hi hi! Happy Monday! I'm gagged with how cute of an idea this all is and leaves me reeling. I'm a romantic bitch at heart thank yOU.

Caesar.

Definitely snores, but the occasion happens very rarely. Caesar, I would imagine started to sleep rather shallowly at the consistent idea that he may be woken up in the middle of the night in case something happened with the Colony; I.e, being under attack. Sleeps even more shallowly when you're with him, almost like he's afraid to miss a moment of movement from you, an opportunity to have you close to him without the prying eyes of other Apes.

The instances that you have heard him snoring have been when he's in an intensely deep state of REM. The sound itself doesn't wake you up, much rather, you naturally do when your mind buzzes with lucidity at the feeling of Caesar breathing next to you. He's usually on his back when he snores; letting the sound escape him without embarrassment.

Occasionally makes noises, but only when it's an intensely deep sleep and he's in the throes of dreaming. Never loud enough to wake you up. You've seen him dream, almost in a dream-like trance yourself and he tends to move more than verbalize. The tiny grunts that fall from his mouth in adjacent to the twitching of his arms, his feet do give you pause but at the end of the day, you'll pull yourself closer to him in an eager bid to calm him down if you think he's having a nightmare.

"Did you know you snore?" You peeped over your bowl of berries that were so teasing in their vibrant color. It was breakfast time, and instead of communally taking your meal with the rest of the Apes, Caesar sought some intimacy from you with the knowledge that he was going to be with his council for the remaining of the day and you would go with Lake to take care of the young. He took what he could get. Tentatively, he chewed a mouthful of blackberries, his green eyes trying to read your expression. If you were joking, you were surely hiding it from your face. Snoring was such a mundane topic of conversation, he figured you were making light small talk over your meal so you weren't in deafening silence the entire morning. "Do... not." Was his simple response. "How would you know?" Great question. "I know." He responded gruffly, letting his eyes fall into yours as you shrugged your shoulder in some form of mild defeat. If he said so, that's what your body language told him. Caesar squinted his eyes questioningly at you. "Why think...that I do?" "You were doing it last night." Pensively, Caesar nodded at that and placed his bowl down next to yours. He was done, knowing that you would take the bowls and clean them yourself once he was gone; one of those pesky items you enjoyed doing and Caesar silently enjoyed the human element of it. He supposed he was tired last night, only enough strength after the hunting trip he went on with Koba, Rocket, Blue Eyes and Ash to get himself up to the nest. He didn't even make efforts to lay with you, knowing you had made a small advancement and offered it, but Caesar opted to fall asleep instead. He shook his head mentally. No way. He swept himself closer to you, pressing his face to your hair before dropping and melding his forehead against your own. Your eyes shut as a response to the affection, his hand coming to grasp the back of your head to keep you in place. "I do not." Was the sparring argument he gave you, and in the blink of an eye, he was whisking towards the door.

Noa.

Considered a very tangly sleeper. If in the comforts of his own nest, he'll find a bit of a solace in tangling himself into his animal pelts, or if you're with him, he definitely likes to tangle himself into you. Your legs, your arms. Anything that he can touch, nestle himself inside, he is there. In your times sleeping with him, you note that he is not a snorer, but he is an extremely heavy sleeper and has occasionally rolled on top of you in the dead of sleep.

With heavy sleeping comes dreaming. Those nights that you are wracked with the inability to sleep, you find yourself watching him. Maybe even petting his head softly as his body reacts subversively to your touch and to what was happening in his subconscious. If he's having a nightmare, his tone comes out surprisingly aggressive, desperate around the edges and you find yourself drawn to comfort him. If he's having a good dream, he's more prone to letting out hums of what can be described as content.

He knows for a fact that you snore softly, especially if you're on your side or on your stomach, face pressing into either the surrounded pelts or Noa himself. There's not been many instances of him catching you in the act, in fact, it's usually in Noa's sleepy slumber, maybe needing to roll over and get more comfortable, does he hear the soft sound coming from you. He finds it rather endearing to know that you're so remarkably comfortable with him that you can allow yourself to lull into a deeper sleep.

First time he notices it was by complete accident. And, at that point, he wondered if he'd have figured it out completely had he not been late coming back to you one night. A council meeting gone longer than anticipated, Noa's eyes watching the sun fall, and hours seemed to have passed before he finally dismissed everyone and he allowed himself to utmost pleasure of knowing he got to see you. The idea did linger in his mind that you might be asleep, but he didn't rest too much on that as he trailed his way back to your shared nest. Well, to his non-surprise, you were definitely asleep. The tiny bit of fired flames from the pit in the corner were encapsulating your entire body, nestled so deeply in a bear pelt, that Noa had a hard time finding the curvatures of your body before his green eyes finally found your face. You were on your side; facing him. He moved softly to not wake you, eager to have himself pressed against you so he could follow suit and get some sleep. The noise from you startled him for a second, his head piqued in interest as he pulled his much larger frame into the tangle of branches, waiting for the almost involuntary nature of your movements as you respond to him being next to you. You made it again, eyes still shut as you rolled onto your back, onto Noa's arm, now using it as a pillow. It wasn't until the next morning and he was asking about it did your face turn red for mild embarrassment, adamantly denying that you were snoring. He must have heard the sounds wrong. Noa knew better, but didn't argue against it. He'd wait until you were asleep again tonight just to get another taste at the vulnerability.

#dont touch me im in my feels #noa #caesar #noa x reader #caesar x reader #noa pota #caesar pota #kingdom of the planet of the apes #kotpota #fanfiction #fanfic #emmy writes

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I feel like you should use polls more, bitches love polls on this website

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cottoncandyswisherz · 2 days

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realizations

chris x dealer!oc

warnings: swearing, angst, a hating ass bitch

over the course of two months, tasia and jaiyah had grown rather close with the triplets. the group of five hung out at least once a week. whether it was going on drives, going out to eat, going to the movies, or simply hanging out at the girls' house.

tasia and nick had grown especially close. they both had no gene for giving a damn (#onmyblock #freelatrell) and loved hating and complaining.

jaiyah took a liking to matt and according to them they were 'talking'

chris liked both the girls. he found them hilarious and loved their taste in music. he especially liked that they didn't care about his and his brothers social media presence. they weren't shoving a camera in his face or asking about their content.

but every night he found himself on facetime with tasia. telling her about his day, about a new song he'd heard, about how he wished he lived in gary's shell. he told her whatever came to his mind and she listened while doing her assignments, or folding her laundry. sometimes she just laid in her bed and listened to every word he gave her.

and they fell asleep like that, on facetime. both waking up to their phones being hot to touch.

chris would wake up to her getting ready for work or school, not paying attention to her phone, and he'd just watch her do the most mundane things. by the look on his face you'd think she was building a time machine, rather than brushing her teeth.

then she'd "wake him up" and tell him she has to go, and they wouldn't hear from each other until either the group got together later that day, or he called her around 9pm that night.

that was their routine, and chris loved it.

but tasia was conflicted.

why didn't he ever text her during the day? or want to hang out with her alone? did he like her as more than a friend? or was she just his human diary?

these were the questions that ate away at her throughout the day, but were out the window as soon as she saw his contact come up every night.

"tasiaaaaa" nick whined over the facetime. "come over, i miss you!"

"last time i was at your house i had to lay hands on your brothers hoe." tasia replied, focusing more on making her pre-rolls than her friend.

"well, her and chris are in his room so we can just hang out in the living room and watch the bear."

this wigga right here... tasia thought. nick knew that carmy berzatto was the only way to get her to change her mind.

"fuck you for that. but i'm on my way. jaiye's coming too cuz i cant drive."

"we're gonna get our license one day girl." nick laugh and says goodbye.

"bro richie got one more time to talk to my man crazy and i'm jumping through he fucking screen." tasia exclaimed as they worked through their third episode of 'the bear' of the night.

nick and tasia sat on opposite sides of the couch while jaiye and matt were getting....comfortable...on the loveseat. tasia enjoyed times like this. she'd spent so much of her life in her own bubble (with the exception of her best friend of course) that she'd forgotten that some people aren't bad.

she made it a point to never let anyone else in said bubble. it was safer that way. easier to never be let down or hurt. but nick had slipped in and in doing so brought his brothers with him. and she didnt mind. she liked them.

so the night went on and they switched from watching 'the bear' to watching 'pretty woman'. they were roughly 10 minutes into the movie when chris and layla made an appearance, plopping down on the couch between tasia and nick.

"what are we watching?" chris asked, reaching his hand in the big bag of lays setting beside tasia.

she snatched the bag from him with a gasp. "fucking rude!" she laughed. "we're watching pretty woman, which is my favorite movie, so shut up and enjoy."

she wasn't lying either. 'pretty woman' was her favorite movie of all time. it reminded her that no matter where she was from, what she did for a living, how she spoke, or how she looked, she was worthy of love.

but of course the group could never be quiet for long. the six of them sat as the rom-com played out before them.

"he's real as fuck for teaching her what forks to use."

"ON THE PIANO IS CRAZY!"

"oh they fucking for reallll."

everything was peaceful and calming.

until of course the vibes were killed.

they were on the part where stuckey propositioned vivian at the polo match and layla just had to put her two cents in. "i mean what did she expect to happen? shes a hooker!" layla laughed like it was funny. "she was never gonna be anything anyway."

this irked tasia but she bit her tongue for the sake of not ruining everyone else mood. so she fought off the black ink that was once again, trying to envelope her. but it grew herder to stay silent as the movie continued and layla kept making dumb ass comments here and there. and as layla got more vocal, everyone else grew quiet.

"i'd never let a hooker kiss me on the mouth."

"did she think he was gonna stay with her?"

"he's offering her the best she's ever gonna get and she's being a bitch about it."

tasia's hands were in a tight fist, her eyes closed as she sang her favorite song to herself i hopes of calming down.

but all best were off when vivian was being assaulted by stuckey.

"why is she saying no? that's literally her job!"

she swallowed her thick spit and calmy turned her head, looking past chris and at his girlfriend beside him. her voice was an even tone. "bro i swear to fucking god, if you don't be quiet and watch the movie i'm going to lose my shit."

"i'm just saying that she can't expect someone like him to love someone like her." layla shrugged.

this made jaiye pop up from her shared seat with matt and pause the movie. "and what do you mean by 'someone like her?'"

all eyes were on layla, who didn't have a care i the world. she had it made in her mind that her opinions were right, and needed to be heard.

nick sat back in amusement, because he knew layla was about to get her shit rocked.

matt was worried because as far as he'd seen, jaiye was the one to calm tasia down, not join in on the issue.

chris was silently praying that his girlfriend would shut the fuck up and either watch the movie silently, or go home.

"i mean think about it. you guys are from compton right? do you guys think someone like edward lewis would really love you?"

tasia flashed and stood up, the blanket that was wrapped around her falling at her feet. she started towards layla but was stopped by chris getting up and holding her arms.

"please..." he whispered, his eyes pleading. he didnt really give a fuck about whether tasia stomped layla out, he was more concerned with the fact that he'd never hear the end of it.

tasia's muscles relaxed as the feeling of chris' warm hands on her cold skin. she closed her eyes again and took a deep breath. "fine." she said through gritted teeth. when she opened her eyes she was met with chris mouthing 'thank you'

he let go of her and turned to his girlfriend who had stood up in fear of getting molly whopped again. "layla go home."

"WHAT?" she asked in shock. "you're really gonna kick me out for saying what everyone was thinking?"

this made nick chime in. "literally nobody was thinking that. matt were you thinking that?" everyone looked toward matt, who was cuddled up with jaiye laying on him once again.

"yeah no. i was thinking how i wanna have a picnic with jaiyah." he laughed, while running his hand up and down the girls back.

"exactly." nick said. "we were all having a perfectly good time and you had to fuck everything up, just like you always do." he was pointing at her from the couch. "also." he stood up. "you're judging this fictional character, calling her a whore, when you have an only fans."

"oh shit!" jaiye snorted before covering her mouth in an attempt to hide her laugh.

"and yet, chris, a successful man, is still fucking you. you tell him you love him don't you?" nick inquired. layla nodded, with tears in her eyes. "right. now tell me this... has he ever said it back?"

the tears in laylas eyes dropped as she gasped in realization.

"exactly." nick said, feeling proud of himself for proving his point. "now, chris can do whatever the fuck he wants with you because he's a grown ass man. but you keep pissing off my friends. people who have never done shit to you, and have given you two chances to be a decent human being. so i'm putting it to a vote." nick called matt over to where he was standing. "hand of agreement, layla isn't allowed at the house anymore."

nick and matt raised their hand at the same time, turning to look at chris, who had come to a realization as well.

chris realized that his fear of being judged by the world, had caused him to be judged by the only people who's opinions really matter. his brothers were uncomfortable in their own house, and that just didn't sit right with him.

"layla come with me. we need to talk." he said, walking away, grabbing her hand.

when they reached the front porch he said what needed to be said.

"layla, i owe you an apology. i should have broken this off a long time ago. i haven't wanted to be with you for a while and instead of being honest with you i strung you along. and that's on me. so for that i'm sorry." he said, looking in her green eyes. "but what you did in there was unacceptable. those are my friends. and you just shit on them for no reason. you owe them an apology." layla eyes widened at that. "but i know you wont do that, so whatever. me and you are done though. being with you isn't benefitting me or you, and its hurting my brothers."

"but-"

"there are no buts. you need to go, layla."

and she did. she walked away, her face wet with tears, her head down.

chris made his way back into the house, where nick, matt and jaiye were all watching 'love and basketball' because jaiye "needed to season her favorite white boys."

when chris asked where tasia was, nick told her she was in his room calming down. so chris made his way to nicks room, which was closed. he knocked and waited for permission before entering.

"im sorry about her." chris said, sitting at nick's desk, facing tasia, who sat at the edge of nicks bed with her hands folded in her lap.

"its fine." she shrugged and looked at her feet.

"do you want to talk about it? i mean i know usually i'm the one running my mouth but i wanna make sure your good."

"no im good. i just hate dummies."

chris laughed at that. "yeah she is pretty dumb."

"don't talk about your girlfriend like that chris. she might hear you through the bugs she's planted all over the house."

shes making jokes, thats good. chris thought.

"she's not my girlfriend anymore." tasia felt her heart flutter at that statement and decided now was a good time to make her exit before she something she'd possibly regret.

"good for you." she chuckled and got up. "i'm gonna go back downstairs so we can go. thanks for checking on me."

"bye, tasia." was all chris said in response.

but as soon as tasia was out the door, he let out a breathe he didnit know he was holding.

"fuck."

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niyah speaks rushed and a day late but yuh! HAPPY PRIDE YALL!!!

remember that if no one loves you, mommy loves you (and my mommy i mean me)

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Okay so I have some thoughts about the end of full moon and more specifically on Blitzø's rant at the end. I already posted a little analysis about how he only knows how to communicate through raw emotion, and I think that his venting is such a clear example of that. I feel like this is the most honest Blitzø has been at least in the last 15 years if not ever, and I can't stop thinking about how hard he's trying to talk openly with Stolas. So spoilers for Full Moon obviously.

*deep breath*

"What? Fuck you, Stolas! You spring this feelings bullshit on me, are you fucking kidding?!"

As we well know, Blitzø has never felt worthy of love. He's always blown up every relationship (sorry for the pun) he's ever been in. Be it romantic, platonic, familial, even in the workplace he struggles. So the few occasions when Stolas has thrown out hints that he might love Blitzø for more than the sex, he's never been able to even process it. Stolas has never given him a clear indication that he feels anything more than horny for him and without any warning he's suddenly confessing his love in the middle of what Blitzø thought was just yet another transactional bang sesh.

"Can I get a fucking minute to think?"

Sure, Blitzø got the chance to have a genuine, in the moment conversation with Fizz, but that was nothing compared to this. He'd had 15 years to process his feelings of regret and he was someone he'd been vulnerable with before, albeit a long time ago. Here, trapped in a huge silent room with Stolas and all of his half-processed feelings that are tangled around so many other problems, Blitzø has no tools for this type of situation.

"After everything you put me through you pompous, rich asshole!"

While it hurts to say, Stolas really has put Blitzø through a lot. Aside from everything I'm gonna mention with the next line, he's hurt Blitzø time and time again. Be it covering his face at Ozzie's, humiliating him on stage at the Harvest Moon Festival, constantly degrading him and reminding him of his 'impish' lower status. It's obvious to the viewer that Stolas does care so deeply for Blitzø and that he's trying to change and atone for all of that, to Blitzø all he's done is give him space for a few months and then suddenly confess his feelings out of nowhere.

"Treat me like one of your little butler imps, you can't just dismiss me like that. I mean you royal fucks think you can do this every time. Like you can just play with our feelings because we're smaller and not as important!"

Okay here we go, diving into probably the biggest problem they have to tackle before they can truly accept love from one another: the class difference. Stolas' palace is crawling with imp servants who are treated as objects by the whole family and Blitzø has seen that. And then there's Blitzø, who is being treated with the respect of a living, breathing, independent-thinking demon but that's about it. He still talks down to him and goes so far as calling him his plaything on several occasions. I don't know exactly how the horns work/feel for imps, but I imagine Blitzø having a cigarette put out on his probably felt degrading at best. To Blitzø, he's providing a service for Stolas in exchange for reward, just like the rest of his servants. They both clearly know how wrong that is, but that dynamic needs to be seriously broken down from both ends before anything could possibly work between them. Blitzø is trying to do that with this line, he's trying so hard to tell Stolas how it made him feel because it hurt him but he wants to fix things.

"Well I'm not letting you, bitch! Let's go!"

Fuuuuuuuck this line hit me so hard. This whole time, he's been venting and yelling and in doing that he's sorting through how he feels. He's being confronted with something so far out of his comfort zone but instead of trying to run or hide like he usually would, he's trying to figure things out because no matter how afraid he is he clearly wants to have this conversation. He's trying to open it up to Stolas after airing out everything he was able to sort through, he's telling him that he wants to have this conversation.

"Stolas wait, I'm s-"

God this is so heartbreaking and I know a lot of people are pissed off about how Full Moon ended, I honestly think that this was perfect writing for each of these characters. Stolas has only ever been talked to in fanciful language, subtle comments, and straight abusive yelling, he doesn't know how to hear anything Blitzø is saying and instead only hears his tone and his harsh words. But Blitzø doesn't know how to communicate any other way and gah this argument/confession/breakup was exactly what they needed to push them forward to actually facing the problems between them rather than tiptoing around them

#I cant stop thinking about these emotionally constipated dads and their complicated depressing love #full moon spoilers #helluva boss analysis #helluva boss full moon #helluva boss #blitzø #helluva boss blitz #helluva boss stolas #stolitz #stolas goetia #blitzo

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whatthebodygraspsnot · 2 days

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Maybe Part VI #7:

"Let's find out how much you want it."

"Let's find out how much you want it." additional tags: playful dom ian, grumpy sub mickey, petnames, foodplay, stripping

Despite their air conditioner crapping out on them at the hottest time of day, Ian is positively buzzing with childish energy. Because of it, maybe. Perhaps the return of sunny, sweaty afternoons is bringing out the silly billy in him, just like old times.

Mickey doesn't have that problem.

Where Mickey has also known a stifling summer childhood, he differs in the way that he's grown very comfortable with their air conditioner now that they've got it. Which means when it's broken, he's got something to say about it. Loudly. He's bitchy and grumbly and Ian wants to mess with him so fucking bad.

So when the impulse flairs to strike, Ian goes for it, sneaking up behind his husband and snatching the popsicle he just took from the freezer right out of his hot little hands.

"The fuck-" Mickey's turning on his heels in a heartbeat, swiping at the air where Ian holds it just out of reach. "Get your own!"

"Both know this is the last one."

"Yeah, and I fuckin' had it, so paws off!" He goes for another attempt, one hand bracing himself against Ian's sweat-damp chest, the other swatting way up over both their heads.

But Ian's got the height advantage - has too many things working for him, the popsicle wrapper crinkling as he holds it out of reach. "How bad do you want it?" he asks, the playful curl of his grin betraying him immediately.

Mickey doesn't have that problem. "It's too hot for this shit, man."

"It's not that hot."

"It's a hundred fuckin' degrees in here."

"Thermostat says 84 - I just checked." Another attempt. Ian slips the prize out of reach just in time. "And since when do you care about a warm house?"

"Since you got my ass trained like a fuckin' air conditioned poodle, bitch. That's when."

Ian's eyebrows lift as he stares down at him. He's willing to spend some extra time on that imagery, he thinks.

Maybe a little later, though. There's a couple things he wants to take care of first - like his sweaty, shirtless husband getting all handsy and rubbin' up on him like this.

With a new dash of spice to his playfulness, Ian takes a step back, interested in how Mickey stays put.

Another, then, until he's leaned back against the counter.

"Want it bad, huh..." he teases, enjoying how Mickey's eyes track the popsicle as he lowers it back to a reasonable height. "Let's find out how bad."

In front of him, Mickey has been given space to calm down. To simmer, simply, his hand coming up to rub over his eyes. "Man, I fuckin' told you I'll share the fan after I-"

"Oh," Ian interrupts, his slump backwards casual but decided. "I'm not talkin' about the fan, baby."

It's the tone shift of the century. Playful heat to rival the climbing thermostat. And no, his husband does not miss it.

Mickey lets out a great big sigh, but if he thinks he's hidden away the morbid curiosity lurking in it, he's dead wrong. "Whaddaya want." Simple. Cut and dry.

The corner of Ian's mouth quirks in absolute delight. "Take your shorts off."

The moment that stretches between them is dead silent - not even the hum of the air conditioner to fill it.

Then. "You fuckin' with me right now?"

"You want the popsicle?" Ian counters. And when Mickey makes a dramatic hand gesture that equates to a bitchy obviously, all he does is shrug, his brows bouncing in a clear then you know what to do.

It would be surprising, really, how quickly Mickey folds and starts shoving his shorts down. But there's just something in the air today. "Un-fuckin'-believable..."

Ian watches contently from his place against the counter, enjoying the reveal of those thicky, milky thighs. Even when the discarded shorts immediately get tossed at his face.

He snatches them out of the air just in time. Drops them on the counter behind him. Nods down to Mickey's boxers, like it's the easiest thing in the world to say. "Those too."

And oh...that little spark in Mickey's eyes could catch flame and spread in a bunch of different directions right now. Ian can't wait to see which one.

"Better hurry, baby. It's melting."

Soon it'll be a juicy, drippy mess.

And so will the popsicle.

The huff that comes out of Mickey is supposed to be pointed - he just knows it is, because he knows his man. But even with all this room between them, there's nowhere to hide the rush in it - the annoyed horniness - especially as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and then pushes them down to his knees, revealing what didn't even need to be said.

Ian grins to himself, tilting his head in amusement while he watches Mickey's cock hang heavily between his legs, before standing at attention right along with him.

Gorgeous.

"You happy now?" he asks Ian, standing naked and hard in the middle of their kitchen.

And oh! What an understatement.

Ian brings the end of the wrapper between his fingers but doesn't look away from Mickey - doesn't move a single muscle more than what he needs to pull the popsicle free.

It's definitely melting - sticky red juice dripping down the thawing sides of it.

Damn.

"On your knees."

Mickey blinks. Flicks his eyes from the popsicle back up to Ian and his order. The spark has definitely caught.

And Christ, does he look beautiful as he does it, his skin flushed and sweaty as he gives in one more time and kneels right on the kitchen floor for him.

Ian hums, the urge to play with him finally too much to handle. Not when he looks like this. Not when those eyes stay on him as he approaches, just a step away now, and then says it. "Lemme see that tongue."

Because this isn't about the popsicle anymore, is it? It stopped being about the popsicle a while ago. The evidence of that is right in front of him, the wildfire in Mickey's eyes spreading downward as he blinks up and Ian, and then silently sticks his tongue out flat for him.

Just as he was asked to.

Ian takes a second to appreciate the sight, a nasty thrill jumping through him and between his legs. "Mhm... Definitely want somethin', don'tchya sweetheart?"

And really, he's waiting very patiently. Has done almost a complete attitudinal 180. So Ian is happy to reward him, holding the popsicle upside down by the stick and hovering it over Mickey's open mouth.

Slowly, the melted juice drips down the sides of it. Pools at the tip for a moment. Gathers, sugar and anticipation clinging. And then finally, it drips right onto Mickey's tongue in a sweet, chilly splash.

Mickey stays very still for it, only shifting a bit to save his knees. Ian will get him up off the floor soon. But for now he's having too much fun watching that tongue curl up - flick over the tip of the upside-down popsicle.

Ian's dick jumps in his shorts - the power of suggestion. "That taste good, baby?" It's got to with the way Mickey tilts his head up closer, wrapping his lips around the tip to suck at it without a word.

Yeah. This is definitely not about the popsicle anymore.

Ian grins, slowly twisting it...pushing just a little bit more into Mickey's mouth...pulling it away and loving how he follows after it, his lips cherry-red and probably oh so sweet as they try to stay connected.

He brings the popsicle all the way into himself, holding it right at lap level, dripping and begging for another lick. And yeah, it's 84 degrees in here, but god damn does it feel like it's about a hundred when Mickey knees forward and then wraps his hands around the backs of Ian's thighs - wraps his lips around the popsicle - bobs his head forward with a nasty slurp as he swallows the whole thing down.

"Holy fuck..." Ian smiles, practically giddy. He swears this wasn't what he was aiming for at the start, but he's more than happy to see it through, all the concentrated action getting him good and hard behind where he holds the stick.

Mickey must know what it's doing to him. Must be making these nasty, wet slurping noises as payback, his eyes never looking away from him as he pulls off and licks his tongue flat up the underside of the popsicle.

Jesus Christ, this is so hot. Ian can't help but play along - joins in and runs the juicy red tip all along his chilled tongue. "So fuckin' sloppy..." It's too much. He's too hard. He's way too into this, what started off as just a bit of fun now spiralled into something nasty and playful and- "C'mere," he gives in, pulling the popsicle away and helping Mickey to his feet so he can get in real close - immediately lick over his cherry-sweet lips and right into his mouth.

Micky groans. Melts. Is so pliant in Ian's arms and letting him do fucking anything, his breath hot as Ian sucks on his perfectly chilled tongue.

Ian won't remember setting the popsicle down. But when they come out of the bedroom later, it'll be nothing more than a sticky red puddle on the counter, dangerously close to Mickey's shorts.

[ send me a smutty one-liner ]

#needed a distraction so here we are :)#gallavich #ray writes #smutty one-liners

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things-arent-what-they-seem66 · 2 days

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Again thank you so much

Here’s another scene from Adam got redeemed.

I never talked about a character who has a huge role in this.

It’s the middle of the night. Also it takes place two days after Lute and Emily’s fall, and a week after Adam’s, both Lute and Emily came to the hotel (not like they have an alternative place to stay)

Emily, trying to find her room: I didn’t knew they made this place this big.

She walks through an hall she has never seen before and she hears someone shout from one of the rooms.

Lilith’s voice.

Lilith: -MESS UP THIS BADLY?!

It confuses Emily, why was she this angry?

Emily comes closer and listens more, she knows this is bad but curiosity takes over her.

Her ears then catch a voice she hoped she’d never hear again.

Sera: Don’t you yell at me! How was I supposed to know he couldn’t be saved? You should’ve been more careful about him and Lucifer!

Lilith: The only reason I agreed to your stupid plan was that you promised you’d keep Adam out of Hell! Away from Lucifer!

Sera: We have more serious issues than you getting back with him!

Lilith: You think THIS is why I’m this angry? Can’t you see how doomed Heaven is going to be?! Now, Lucifer is going to take mine away and give Adam a King title! No one will stop them to cause an uprising against Heaven in Hell!

Sera is quiet, Lilith continues.

Lilith: Not to mention you lost all the trust Heaven people had on you! Soon, maybe the archangels would realize the fuck is going on and get rid of you!

Sera: …I won’t let that. No one will fall to Hell again. I’ll make sure of it.

Emily backs away from the door, horrified and deadly concerned of what she just heard.

YAY LILITH IS A BITCH TOO!

She came back to Hell 2-3 years ago but has never showed anything antagonistic.

Hehehee evil bitches working together. Emily do the right thing here.

#adamsapple #lucifer x adam #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #ask

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libby-for-life · 3 days

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What if adam got a angel like how lilith got lucifer?

How would a yandere lucifer and lilith react to finding adam talking to a angel.

Ooohhhh, a short one-shot.

Part 5 of Theirs.

TW! Mutilation

Lilith watched with a glare as she saw Adam talking to what looked like a very small angel. It almost looked like a bee. A bee that wouldn't buzz off.

Adam talked to them with a small smile on his face while Lilith just stood behind him. The bee angel called themselves Beatrice. She seemed happy to talk with the First Man.

And Lilith couldn't stand it. How dare Adam talk to anyone that wasn't her or Lucifer? Beatrice was just an insignificant bug. She wanted it gone. What really made Lilith's blood boil was how casually Beatrice touched Adam.

Oh, this bitch wanted to play? Thought she was innocent and that she could manipulate Adam? Her poor baby. He couldn't tell when someone was bad news. Well, it didn't matter. She would take care of it. For Adam.

Lilith waited under the forbidden tree impatiently. She was told by Lucifer that she should wait here and yet she had been waiting for what felt like hours. Growling to herself, She sat down in a huff. It was a good thing Adam was already asleep. Their poor baby was just so tired. Being pregnant can do that to a person.

She glanced to the right when she heard the distinct sound of wings. Lucifer was here. She grinned when she saw her lover. "Do you have her?" Lilith questioned.

Lucifer nodded. "Of course. It put up a struggle but did you ever really doubt me?" Lilith just smiled. She laughed softly and looked down at his hands.

The bee angel, or cherub as Lucifer called it, was struggling, clearly terrified.

Good. It should be. What did that thing expect to happen by touching what was theirs? Did this silly little bug think it would actually get away with it?

Lucifer was smirking as well, squeezing the thing as it cried.

"We want you to know why we're doing this." Lucifer began. "You put your hands on something you had no business touching. As an Archangel, I deem you unworthy of even stepping on Eden’s soil, much less touching the First Man."

" I don't understand!" Beatrice cried. " I just wanted to see what our Lord created!"

" Oh, you did much more than just look," Lilith said with a growl. "You dare stand before us and act like you didn't touch what was ours?"

"You're insane!" The bee yelled. "Just wait until Michael hears about this!" Poor choice of words. Lucifer hated his brother. Beatrice's stinger was pulled out from the root. She cried in pain and anguish as it left her body.

"Perhaps don't mention the archangel's brother?" Lilith suggested with a laugh. She turned to a still-seething Lucifer and said, "I say we go for the wings next."

" No, please!" The cherub begged, but it was no use. Lilith pulled the wings at an excruciating pace, biting her lip as it tore easily. They took turns pulling different body parts off, kissing each other every once in a while.

The legs were next, their ugly body parts being thrown next to them. Lucifer particularly enjoyed scooping at the eyes. Soon, the dirt was mixing with the gold blood that dripped off of them. The body was unrecognizable. Lucifer finished the cherub off by aiming his holy light at the head. The bug convulsed for a while before going limp, blood and drool leaking from its mouth.

" What do we do with the body?" Lilith asked, looking at the mutilated angel. Lucifer simply shrugged before bringing forth more holy light. He destroyed the angel's body until there was nothing left by ash. They spread the ash onto the ground, completely covering the evidence.

They wash themselves in a nearby creek before joining Adam underneath a nearby tree. Their baby was sleeping so soundly, oblivious to the carnage that just happened.

" He's so cute," Lilith said, kissing his lips softly. Adam let out a little groan but didn't wake up. "I know! Look how fat his chest has gotten. So adorable." Lucifer cooed and kissed him as well. They both snuggled up to him, satisfied that the problem was over.

#hazbin hotel #adamsapple #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #send asks #yandere lucifer #yandere lilith #Lucifer/Adam/Lilith #Yandere Eden au

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mybedroomceilingsbored · 17 hours

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spewing whatever shit pops into my head for all my fav tma characters

ALRIGHT babes a whole entire six people wanted to see my opinions on characters so far (i just finished #103), but i don't rlly have a direction to take with this. i was thinking about giving them ratings but idek what i'd rate them ON lmao. SO!

Jon-ohoho he's so DRY and so FUNNY and somebody needs to bitch slap this man. how am i supposed to get a goofy workplace drama if he's so genre-aware?? i don't like him THAT much, but honestly the whole show would be a lot more boring without his paranoia. also was his skin rlly so bad that it took an entire MONTH to get him thoroughly moisturized? ur body is a temple, johnny boy :(

Martin-omg he's such a bean. i relate to this man a lil too much for comfort-he's bullied waaay too much by absolutely everyone in this podcast. if he reads too many statements and turns into another jon or smth i'll SWIM to the uk specifically to yell at the writers, this man is to be PROTECTED at all costs! also he SOUNDS like a fucking redhead. you can hear it in his voice. and it shows very clearly in his poetry.

Tim-hehehe ICON. s1 finale tim was honestly the greatest thing ever, the way he's changed is absolutely breaking my heart. prancing into the office during a worm attack and immediately sitting down on 20 cans of CO2 sounds EXACTLY like smth i'd do, honestly props to him for staying so calm during the whole thing. and the fact that he's fucking all these cops for information is just *chef's kiss* tbh, his entire EXISTENCE is a power move. he's got a statement coming up and i'm kinda terrified. he's been so.. depressingly realistic lately and i'm scared for him :(

Sasha/Not Sasha-sasha seemed so sweet, i wish i'd gotten to know her better before the switch! all i remember from her first vocal appearance is staring into space afterwards, trying to remember how i used to pronounce 'calliope'. i feel like her death/switch didn't hold as much gravity as it should've-i rlly wish i'd seen more of her! also, the way not sasha was the LEAST suspicious to jon-that monster's got acting CHOPS. we need her in the local theater group, HOW TF can anyone be that convincing?!?!?!

Monster Pig-last statement i listened to, so it's VERY fresh in my mind lmao. this pig deserves DEATH. i don't fucking CARE if it's "friendly", it ATE a FUCKING CLOWN. KILL ITTTTT. i am a VEGETARIAN

Michael-by FAR my favorite, the best character i've come across in quite a while, god's favorite princess <3 i adore this wonky man, he's such a legend. PEAK laugh. and he's so chaotic lmao!!! (no he absolutely did not die, what are you talking about???? that didn't happen. or Michael Shelley's tragic backstory that had me literally crying over a gd podcast, no way. i'm in DEEP denial) i adore how his first vocal appearance was just strutting into Jon's office, kidnapping a realtor, monologuing abt his identity issues, stabbing the archivist, and sashaying away. SUCH a funky dude, i adore him

Elias-he gives me bitter oldest kid vibes, this man needs therapy. what a kooky asshat, stop peeping on people.

Jude-hot in every way possible. sorry but it's TRUE. a rlly bad liar tho. not only does she speak in fucking italics, but you can tell she's giggling kicking her feet twisting her short little hairs as she's trying to get jon to shake her hand. bitch, you're sexy and you know it, SPEAK UP!!

Wormy Jane-an icon, honestly. the whole EMBODIMENT of ick. not to mention if i actually saw this woman i'd lose my SHIT, she terrifies the bejeezus outta me. her statement was what made me (sorta) stop picking at my face (for a little bit at least). i honestly wonder what she was on that made her stick her whole fucking arm in a HAUNTED WASP'S NEST. it's also so hilarious that she was camped outside Martin's apartment for WEEKS and nobody rlly questioned it-this woman is on a MISSION. slay, ick queen.

Melanie-this woman has more balls than anyone else on this damn podcast (ahem, elias mostly). we stan a girlboss with a knife-the way she was just planning to JUMP him??? melanie's 100% RIPPED, she SOUNDS like a gym rat i think. i wanna see her beat the shit outta all these ghosts :3

You're A Lighter-idk how to spell his actual name and i'm too lazy to look it up, so this is what y'all're getting. the snotty old library dude with such a kooky voice, all i could think of when i first heard him was the Kool-Aid man lmaoo. and he needs to take better care of his assistants!! EXTREMELY unsustainable :( he's like a bowerbird collecting all the shiny homicidal books.

Helen-she ATE my babygirl??!!!!?!?!!?! COMPLETELY unacceptable. i won't deny the girl's got guts for just.. chilling in Michael's creepy hallways, but COUGH UP THE CREEPY BLOND for christ's sake.

Trevor Herbert-10/10 honestly. i LOVED his statements, the vampires are SO CRAZY CREEPY and i love how he just kinda fucks around? does some light stalking? and usually ends up with a bunch of dead monsters! in essence, he looked an eldritch horror in the face, called it a slur, and whacked it with a stick. legend.

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