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demonvibez · 9 months

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Showering with Mammon

·Characters: Mammon x GN! Reader

·Word Count: 1800+

·Rating: Mature/Explicit ; Minors DNI

·Genre: Fluff, Smut

·Tags: fluff, mammon accidently walks in on reader, light punishment, smut, gender neutral sex, reader has GN body parts, mentions of fangs and marking, hand stuff, penetration

·A/N: this one was really cute fun to write! y'all know as our first, he would definitely be jumping at the chance to get into mc's shower! anyways, likes/comments/rb's are appreciated! lemme know which brother you'd wanna shower with next. ♡

You and the Avatar of Greed had been thick as thieves practically since the day you had dropped down into the Devildom and under his protection.

So it didn’t come to surprise anyone that Mammon had practically moved into your room after the two of you had forged a pact together.

He was so used to sharing the upstairs bathroom with five of his brothers, despite it always being crowded and disheveled after each of their uses.

He often kept a shower caddy full of various bath products given to him at the many modeling gigs he has worked - Shower Gels from Wersace, a custom hair care set from Goetia, and a plethora of skin care products from Majolish line the bottom of his tote.

Most days his routine is rather quick - wash hair, wash body, done. Some days, he likes to barricade the door and take his time to pamper himself.

So when Mammon starts spending more of his nights and days in your room, it is only natural that he also moves into your bathroom as well.

He ends up ditching the shower caddy, his bath products now lining the walls of your shower and the counter of your sink.

You have to scold him at first for always leaving wet towels and dirty clothes everywhere, but eventually the two of you fall into a routine.

You typically take your shower first, seeing as it is your bathroom after all, with Mammon taking his second to ensure you won't be late in the mornings.

Your system starts working perfectly, until one day a simple mishap changes everything between the two of you.

You were used to getting changed in the bathroom after you finished up your showers.

You were just stepping out of the shower, pulling a towel around your body when you suddenly hear Mammon shout out to you that he is going to grab something from his room real quick.

You don't reply to him, thinking he has left already. You don't hear any noise coming from your room, so you assume that you are all alone.

You drop your towel to the floor before walking towards the mirror by the sink, when all of the sudden, the door flies open and Mammon makes his way in without thinking.

"Hey, human! Did ya hear me or no- AHHHHHHHH!"

His eyes widen and his jaw drops to the floor as a deep rose blush creeps across his face.

The image of your naked form seers itself into his memory as his brain short circuits between lust and denial.

He moves his head to look away, a hand flying up to shield his blush from your eyes, but his own eyes keep darting back to you as his heart pounds in his chest.

You expect him to say or do something, but he's frozen there.

Your voice calling out his name breaks the silence, his brain kicking back into gear before he starts blabbering.

"W-w-what are ya doin?! I didn't see nothin'! I'm goin' out! I'll be back later!" he said as he made his way out of your bathroom, not allowing you to get a single word in.

You could have sworn you saw him steal one last little sneak peek at you before slamming the door closed on his way out.

You should probably be mad about the sudden invasion of privacy, but you always thought Mammon was adorable, and the entire situation was beyond hilarious.

At first this encounter made things a bit awkward for the two of you - or more accurately, it made Mammon act a bit awkward around you - but it ultimately brought the two of you closer together.

One morning, when the two of you are pressed for time, Mammon comes up with a brilliant idea - the two of you should just shower together!

You were a bit hesitant at first, as sharing a shower together would be quite intimate - especially at such an early time in the morning.

"I mean, we share a bed anyway! Why wouldn't ya wanna shower with The Great Mammon!?! Come on an’ hurry up, we're gonna be late for breakfast!"

Your first shower together was, yet again, a bit awkward, both unsure of what to do with each other.

Cheeks painted crimson and eyes darting rapidly, Mammon was a nervous mess, which you can't help but to find adorable - you let out a giggle.

"H-hey! What're ya laughin' at?! I ain’t lookin’ at nothin’! You’re just a human, what even is there ta see,” he stammered as he tried to hide his face behind one of his trembling hands.

You shook your head as you picked up the bottle of shampoo, squeezing a dollop into your hand with a grin across your face.

"Oh, nothing," you say as you reach up and begin to work his hair into a lather, "this was all your idea, you know."

His blush deepens at the feeling of your fingertips massaging his scalp, his eyes fluttering closed at the gentleness of your touch.

After scrubbing his hair for a little while, Mammon finally began to relax, and the two of you washed each other under the shower’s cascade, with tender touches and loving smiles.

You both took so long in the shower together that Lucifer let himself into your room and was waiting as the two of you walked in wrapped in towels, hair damp.

You both ended up receiving an hour and a half long lecture from the Avatar of Pride himself while tied down to your chairs in the middle of his private study.

Despite Lucifer's objections, the two of you continued to grow closer, and your bath times with Mammon grew more and more intimate.

One evening, after a particularly long week at RAD, Mammon decides it is time for the two of you to unwind together with a nice bubble bath.

He brings some of the LED lights from his room, setting them up around the outer edge of the bathtub, along with a nice bottle of champagne from the human realm and a bath bomb he stole from Asmodeus.

With the soothing atmosphere surrounding you both, the sound of the gentle fizz of the bath bomb in the air, you couldn't help but to sink into the warm water, relaxing into Mammon's arms as you leaned against him, your back pressed against his beautifully tan chest.

The moment Mammon has his arms around you, his resolve shatters and he can't help the sudden wave of greed that is washing over him, his arms tightening around you and his lips instantly finding your neck.

He whispers your name as his hands roam your body, his fangs lightly nipping at your neck as he feels your chest.

"Mine…mine…all mine," you hear him chanting in hushed tones against your skin as he gently marks you, one of his hands starting to travel down past your waist.

He starts teasing your sex as he starts kissing his way up to your ear, sending electricity through your body and making you crave him more.

Your sudden greed for him only turns him on even more, his pace getting faster as he sucks on your neck, his cock growing increasingly hard as you grind against his lap.

As he continues to toy with your most sensitive spots, he can’t hold himself back any longer, slipping himself inside of you in one slow, smooth motion.

The tight, snug feeling of you around him as he sinks into you makes him feel indescribably amazing, his demon form popping out instantly.

Mammon starts the pace out nice and slow, his hips moving his impossibly hard cock in and out of you as you grind against him just as slowly, one of his hands still stimulating you as the other grips your hip, his rings lightly digging into your soft flesh.

He starts to massage you faster, his own thrusting getting quicker as both of your moans grow louder, your eyes rolling into the back of your head at the sheer pleasure you’re feeling.

“S’right…cum for me, my human…wanna make ya feel good,” he moans into your ear as he continues through your orgasm, holding you down on his cock as he strokes you through your bliss.

He kisses your neck softly for a few moments as you catch your breath, before he picks you up and turns you around in his lap, sliding himself back into you once more with a moan.

His lips crash onto yours immediately as he wraps his arms around you, pouring passion into the kiss as he begins to bounce you on his cock.

Grabbing onto your ass, the pace continues to build again as the two of you exchange sloppy, greedy kisses, his wings wrapping around you to pull your bodies closer as the two of you lose yourselves in the moment - both of your hands grip at his scalp, one hand grabbing at his hair while the other grips one of his horns as the pleasure continues to build up inside of you.

Soon enough, the two of you are hitting your climax together, Mammon whisper-chanting sweetly against your lips as euphoria washes over you both.

“I love ya…I love ya…I love ya so damn much…”

You stayed there, cuddling in his arms and in his lap for a few minutes longer, until he noticed you shivering slightly as the water had gone cold.

He helped you to finish rinsing off before picking you up out of the bathtub and carrying you over to the sink counter, setting you down to go grab a towel to wrap you in.

After getting you dried off and dressing you in one of his black v-neck tees, he carries you over to your bed and sets you down before crawling under the covers with you, pulling you into a close snuggle.

His arms find their way around you as you rest your head against his chest, he tilts his head downward to press a kiss into the top of your head.

You let out a tired giggle, tilting your head up to steal a kiss from his lips, a huge smile on your face as you settle your cheek against his chest once again.

“I love you so much, my greedy demon. Sweet dreams,” you said with one last yawn as you drift off to sleep.

“I love ya too, treasure. I’ll always be here when ya wake up…” he whispered back to you, his own eyes growing heavy.

With his last final moments of wakefulness, Mammon couldn’t help but to think about how he was so damn lucky to find a treasure like you. You are worth more than all the Grimm in the Devildom - and he is determined to never lose you.

- demonvibez ♡ - likes/reblogs appreciated - do not copy/repost! -

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eupheme · 7 months

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— looking back

joel miller x f!reader

rated e - 2.2k

tags: jackson-era Joel pov, angst, canon-typical violence/references to death, established relationship, Joel is an ass man, consensual somno elements, posessive!joel, body worship, dirty talk, male masturbation, spitting, touching, come marking

a/n: easing back into writing and started 2 little wips that are sort of "introspective-joel-pov-smut-fics" - here is the first one! 💕

“Fuck. I need you.” He rasps - an edge to his voice, “Would you let me look at you, honey? Just let me look.”

Or - Joel gets off just from the sight of you

He’s strung as tight as a bow. The lingering adrenaline a notched arrow, leaving him about to snap. Blood seeps into his jeans - splattered across his knees, where he had jerked the knife from the man’s neck.

It had been a mercy killing. A stranger, but they had all seen the bite. He had been the only one to do something about it.

He’s told others that you get used to it. The killing - that after a while, survival wins out.

You get over it.

But you don’t. Instead, it clings to him like a shadow, following him home - down the worn, familiar path. Inside the gates, back to Jackson.

Heavier than it’s been before. An itching beneath his skin. If he was over it, he wouldn’t have to turn himself off. Shutting away a part of himself, only to fight to come back - clawing his way out later.

An aching reminder at how short life could be. That yes, things were different - but he was never really safe.

Not really.

His path brings him to you. A beacon, guiding his way back.

His - your - home coming into view, just as the dawn creeps over the fall, wooden fences. The misty grey brightening into gold and pink with the sun, as he’s unlocking the wooden door, shouldering it open.

A look thrown out the window as he scrubs his hand clean in the kitchen - seeing that the garage light is on. That she’s home, that she’s okay. An automatic check, before his weary feet take him upstairs.

Joel sheds the layers, the jacket thrown over the railing at the top of the stairs. Fingers fumbling with his belt, pulling the worn leather through the loops before his stained jeans crumple on the floor, as he pushes the cracked door open.

The light from the hallway stretches across the wooden floor, creeping into the dark room. Where you still lay sleeping, curled on your side within the blankets and sheets. Missing him in your dreams, that space next to you long empty.

Cold - where your fingers reach out, searching for him.

His path diverts, moving to you instead of the attached bathroom. The edge of the bed sinking under his weight, a soft sound as you stir.

“‘Welcome ‘ome.” You murmur, still half-asleep. A little wiggle as your bent knee hitches higher, the oversized shirt you’re wearing bunching up around your hips.

He reaches out, just the ghosting of his fingers against the soft skin near your knee. The fluttering of heavy lashes as you fight sleep, only to be pulled under again.

Joel’s hand shifts. A warm palm pressing against your thigh. Against soft skin, so different than his own calloused touch.

Home.

It is, isn’t it? As close to he’s had in years. Decades. The old apartment in the QZ had never felt that way, not with the faded floral walls. Those small rooms that still held ghosts.

But here, his own touch lingers. Yours, melding with it. It would never be like before - the picking out of furniture, of paint. But it’s his clothes in the closet. His worn guitar that rests against the couch. His wooden carvings lining the top of the mantle, above the fireplace.

And you - you're scattered throughout. Woven blankets and thick sweaters. Books, covering damn near every surface.

A little bottle of found lotion tucked away in the bathroom. He can smell it now, as he leans over you. A bristly kiss pressed against your cheek, the curve of your shoulder.

Amber, vanilla, caramel.

He’s pulled back to the memory, the light shining in your eyes when he handed the beaten bottle over. The minuscule amount you had worked into your knuckles - the soft sigh of contentment.

A bright laugh when he had pulled you close, the murmured “smells good” against your throat, as you had squirmed in his grasp - smiling as you read the fragrance notes out loud.

Something stirs in him, then. The press of his thigh against yours, as he leans over. Eyes dragging down to the bare curve of your ass, his hand tracing cup your thigh to palm your flesh.

His already uneven breath hitching, as you sigh. That little smile - his name - murmured out as you rock instinctively into his touch. Still on the edge of consciousness, lulled off into a deep sleep with the cooling of summer.

Waking you up wouldn’t be unusual. Half the time you’re already up after these early-morning patrols. Waiting for him.

How he waits for you, on those few days where it’s you out there, instead of him. His jaw working with irritation until you’re home and back and safe, and he’s stripping your clothes from you himself.

It’s selfish to wake you, on a morning where you sleep so deeply. Even with the stress that’s eating at him, simmering in his veins.

But maybe… maybe he can just-

Joel is leaning, his mouth against your neck. A shift as you stretch, baring your skin to him as your lips curl in a smile. A soft, sleepy hum as you reach for him, fingers curving over the thick muscle of his forearm.

The hand on your ass drifting up - across to the small of your back. Meeting nothing but warm, bared skin beneath your shirt.

“Fuck. I need you.” He rasps - an edge to his voice, “Would you let me look at you, honey? Just let me look.”

Heavy-lidded eyes open then at the sound of his voice - his words - as you tilt your head. A slow sweep over the breadth of his shoulders, the curve of his stomach. The spread of his thighs as he kneels behind you. The already half-hard tent of faded boxers.

You had been waiting for him. Anticipating his return, eager for his touch. The cloud of sleep begins to clear as he palms himself, the bed shifting as your hips shift, thighs spreading open for him.

“I can take care of you,” Your voice is scratchy - husky, in the early morning. A hand pressing again on your back as you begin to roll over, holding you in place.

“You already are,” Joel groans, as your hips tilt up, off the bed. Knees pressing into the mattress as he nudges your thighs wider, fitting between them, “Stay just like that, alright?”

The combination feels erotic. His smell on the shirt you wear. The tingling throb between your thighs, the desire in his voice. How much he wants - enough that just the sight of you has him hard, thumbs catching on the waistband of his boxers to free himself.

You relax into the bed, as you watch. The weight of his hand as it moves to squeeze your ass. A pressure as he tugs, opening you up.

“Fuck.”

Joel spits in his palm, before it’s wrapping around his cock. A rough groan as some of that need is eased, with the sharp stroke of his fist.

Just letting himself look. Admire.

A sight that is only his, fingers sinking into soft flesh. The way you trust, how effected you are already - the shallow rock of your hips as the sound of skin-on-skin fills the room.

“You got a pretty little pussy, honey.” He hears himself saying. Watching how you clench at his praise, the little gasp that follows. “Pretty little holes. All for me, right?”

He can feel the weight of your gaze. Darkening, as your hunger grows low in your belly. Darting between his face and the sharp flick of his wrist.

Rarely getting to see him take, like this. Usually he would have been buried in you, by now. There’s the urge to ask, but there’s a power in this - wanting to watch him get off to you. Not having to lift a finger to do so.

“All for you.” You sigh, “Always.”

His jaw grits, teeth clicking together. A bead of precum joins the slick of his spit, that angry fire in his belly transforming.

So different that the little mouse he had taken to bed, all those months ago. Your hands covering your mouth, muffling the moans, until he had pried them away. Pinning them against the pillows, whispering filth in your ear.

Now, he can see the greed in your eyes. The way you glisten, when his own gaze drops. The shift of your thighs as he takes a second to rub himself against the curve of your ass. Dipping down to press against your core.

The tip coming back slick, in a new kind of way - fueling the pressure, building in his belly.

Your moan breaks the early-morning quiet. His name on your lips again - more urgent than before.

The little beg only sends him closer, a rough groan in his throat. His own hand too familiar - used to the quick and precise touch he needs to get off, when he had to.

In the before. In the during - when it was only words that the you of you had exchanged. Heated looks that lingered late into those lonely nights.

Hasn’t felt the urge to, since he’s had you.

He expects you to ask him to fill you, eyes caught on the enticing lift of your hips.

Caught off-guard for the briefest second, a heat flushing over his cheeks, when you shift beneath him instead. Flipping over, onto your back.

Eyes bright, teeth sinking into your lip as you smile.

“Wanna watch.” You admit, and that tension in his shoulders settles in his chest, turning sweet.

His fist tightening around his cock, as your thighs splay over his. Opening yourself up under his gaze, stretching out in front of him.

And fuck, what a sight. There’s a rolling wave deep in his core that he chases with the rock of his hips.

His hand fits perfectly against the curve of your waist, eyes caught on the way your fingers catch on the hem of your shirt.

Pulling it up over your breasts, a path that his eyes follow greedily.

“Christ, darlin’.” The words rumble in his chest.

A rough exhale as your own gaze drops to his fist. The pace that he’s picked up - the peek of the flushed tip when he strokes down to the base.

Already about to burst, like he’s a man half his age. Could say it’s just his own touch, the urge to relieve the weight of his stress.

But he knows it’s more. That warmth in his chest, a tenderness that has only softened the rough stone of his heart since he’s left Boston.

It’s there in the way that he could linger on the slick place between your thighs. But instead he’s watching you watch him. Focusing on the part of your lips, the shine in your eyes.

“‘m close.” Joel breathes, his words low. Rough. “Where do you want it?”

He’ll catch it in his palm if he needs to. If it helps you go back to sleep, after. He hasn’t given up on that wish - to let you drift off for a little longer.

The look you give him, the little smile that turns mischievous, has his stomach twisting into knots. Like butterflies, he thinks.

Your hand drifts down, knuckles brushing over the jerk of his. Soft fingers tracing over hot, swollen flesh. Only to curve over your mound, to spread yourself open for him.

“Fuck.” He breathes, again, “There?”

The answering hum is low, desperate.

“Wanna hear you ask me.” Joel pushes - needing to hear you say it, knowing it will push him over the edge.

You squirm beneath him, affected by the edge to his voice, the soft command.

“Want you to come on me.”

“Where, baby?” The word slides from his lips without thought.

The eye contact breaks, your gaze darting away with embarrassment. But after a moment it’s back - the soft heave of your breasts as you suck in a breath, steeling your nerves.

“Want you to come on my pussy, Joel.”

He can’t help the rough groan, ripped from his chest. The shift of his thighs as he pulls back, as that pressure builds. The pleasure surging instead of ebbing, as he tips his cock downward.

The next stroke of his fist pushes him past the threshold. Relief sings in his veins as he spills across your mound. Painting your abdomen with his release, eyes fluttering closed as his hearing goes fuzzy.

Drowning out his long moan, as you push yourself up. He meets you instinctually, arcing over you as his mouth is drawn to yours.

As his spend drips down the crease of your thigh, so warm against soft skin.

It feels like a weight is lifted, like he’s back in his own skin again. Relaxing into the fingers that scratch into his hair, the tongue that sweeps against his.

But it’s only a few moments before he remembers. Coming back to himself, as he fits his hand between your thighs.

Fingers dragging through his release, bringing his slick fingers to circle against your clit.

Because there’s no way you’re going back to sleep after this. Not if he knows you - which he’s now certain that he does.

"Thank you honey." He murmurs, with lips that press against your cheek.

The smallest smile after, as your own part with a moan - as he croons against your skin.

"Now let me take care of you."

thank you for reading! was excited to explore a little idea I had 💕

(tags: @celestianstars)

#gif credit to @loregifs - she is amazing!#joel miller x reader #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller x you #joel miller smut

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vikinglanguage · 2 months

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9 number things you might not know as a foreign speaker of Danish

This is a mishmash of both cultural things and linguistic things. The idea for this post appeared in my head at 3 am so bear with me. As for the lack of links, I am adding them in a reblog to try to avoid tumblr nerfing my post.

1) Quarters – how to measure time In Denmark, we love measuring time in quarters of an hour. We love it so much we don't care about specifying the kind of quarter, it's just kvarter (itk.). Generally, we tend to use kvarter mostly just when speaking about 15 or 45 minutes, but it does go further than that. So here's a quick guide on how to tell time other than just doing as you would in English:

15 minutes – et kvarter 30 minutes – en halv time 45 minutes – tre kvarter 75 minutes/1h 15m – en time og et kvarter · fem kvarter 90 minutes/1h 30m – halvanden time (see 2) 105 minutes/1h 45m – en time og tre kvarter

and so forth, if you care to. Using fem kvarter is uncommon but acceptable, but never go further than that using just quarters of an hour. I would say that once you pass 2 hrs, I most commonly hear people starting to just count hours and minutes as you would in English.

2) Halvanden – half second An archaic way of saying 'one and a half' that just stuck for some reason. This is the preferred way to say 'one and a half ' for most people. No, this is not a joke.

Halvanden, 'half second' means halfway between one and two. Until quite recently (we're talking less than a century) halvtredje (2.5), halvfjerde (3.5), etc. were also in common use, but they have disappeared so rapidly that most current speakers will have absolutely no idea what the hell you're talking about. However, the ghosts of this way of counting live on in the numbers halvtreds (50), halvfjerds (70), and halvfems (90). You can read more about that in my old post about Danish numbers (see reblogs).

3) Week 42 We use week numbers! Week 1 is the first week in the new year to contain a Thursday, as we count weeks as Monday through Sunday. You don't necessarily need to know what week it is all the time, but a lot of adults use weeks in place of specific dates. I am forever thankful to ugenr.dk (you just type in a date and it tells you what week it is in or vice versa).

Important weeks are:

Week 7/8 – winter break for kids in primary and secondary school (not to be confused with Christmas break). It varies depending on municipality whether it's week 7 or 8. Lots of people go skiing these weeks.

Week 26 through 31 – summer break is usually during these weeks. All students in primary and secondary school, as well as university students and students doing professional bachelor's degrees and the like have these weeks off from school.

Week 42 – arguably the most important week. All students mentioned above have this week off from school. It's autumn break and it's ALWAYS week 42 and JUST week 42. Originally, it was to allow students in rural areas help their parents harvest potatoes (a nickname for autumn break is kartoffelferien 'the potato break'), and we just kept it.

4) DD-MM-(YY)YY If you write dates as MM-DD people will think you're a lunatic. Don't, unless you're specifically talking about 9/11, colloquially referred to as just 9/11 (nine-eleven, as you would say it in English).

5) 00:00 Denmark, like a lot of other European countries, uses 24hr clocks. Obviously, analogue clocks and watches are common, and it's perfectly ok to say stuff like klokken fire om eftermiddagen 'four o'clock in the afternoon' or klokken otte om aftenen 'eight o'clock in the evening', but you are expected to just know that 21:00 is the same as 9 PM. You can also say klokken toogtyve 'twenty-two o'clock', and it's quite normal to ask for clarification of whether people are talking AM or PM by saying stuff like klokken elleve eller klokken treogtyve? 'eleven o'clock or twenty-three o'clock?'. You cannot use AM and PM when speaking or writing Danish. The day begins at midnight; 00:00.

Don't worry yourself too much over this. Everyone occasionally forgets that 19:00 is in fact 7 o'clock and not 9 o'clock.

6) Halv to – half one When you're measuring half hours in Danish, you're always measuring towards the next whole number. It's never half past, it's always half to. As such, half (past) one is halv to 'half two' in Danish.

7) Grades (years) This is an ultra quick rundown of the Danish school system. School is mandatory for 10 years and homeschooling is allowed. This covers primary and lower secondary school.

Most people start school the year they turn 6. My birthday is in April, so I was 6 when I stated school, my sister's birthday is in September, so she was 5.

The mandatory grades are as follows. The ages are all possibly ages of a child attending that grade (not accounting for starting school early or late):

Indskolingen, grades 0-3 0. klasse/børnehaveklasse - 5-7 yo 1. klasse – 6-8 yo 2. klasse – 7-9 yo 3. klasse – 8-10 yo

Mellemtrinnet, grades 4-6 4. klasse – 9-11 yo 5. klasse – 10-12 yo 6. klasse – 11-13 yo

Overbygningen/udskolingen, grades 7-9 7. klasse – 12-14 yo 8. klasse - 13-15 yo 9. klasse - 14-16 yo

Some may choose to do 10. klasse, if they feel like they need more schooling or maybe if they're attending an efterskole.

Once they've finished their mandatory schooling, a lot of Danes choose to attend upper secondary school. You can do it in 3 years (stx, hhx, htx, and eux) or 2 years (hf, 2-årigt studenterkursus). Special circumstances like being an elite level athlete or attending MGK (preparation for attending a music conservatoire) may lead to people spending 4 years in upper secondary. Hf often sees a lot of adult students.

Gymnasium/HF, the grades are said as [ordinal number, letter(s)] 1.g (15-17 yo)/1.hf 2.g (16-18 yo)/2.hf 3.g (17-19 yo)

8) Grades (performance)

Danish schools have a 7-grade system. It's called 7-trinskalaen, and each grade corresponds to an ECTS grade (in fact, it's specifically designed for compatibility, and a lot of people above the age of 30 miss the old scale). Generally, students don't get grades until 7th grade. The grades are:

12 – A 10 – B 7 – C 4 – D 02 – E 00 – Fx -3 – F

If you are not familiar with the ECTS system, E, Danish 02, is the lowest passing grade. The intention behind the 0's in 02 and 00 is to make it impossible for the students to "change" their grade by just adding 1 in front of the grade, but the 0's are in fact also said out loud.

9) Ordinal numbers

Ordinal numbers are written as a number followed by a full stop. You do not capitalise the first letter of any word following the full stop (see 7) even though MS Word will try to convince you it's the right thing to do.

You can read a lot more about numbers on the Danish numbers post (again, in a reblog), but the basics that might not be covered by formal learning materials are:

nulte zeroth. This literally only exists for 0. klasse and for numbers to the zeroth power. fyrretyvende/fyrrende* – fortieth halvtredsindstyvende/halvtredsende* – fiftieth tresindstyvende/tressende* – sixtieth halvfjerdsindstyvende/halvfjerdsende* – seventieth firsindstyvende/firsende* – eightieth halvfemsindstyvende/halvfemsende* – ninetieth

The forms marked with an asterisk are largely informal spoken language to the degree that they are even considered wrong by some. Generally, they are accepted as the standard forms among the younger generations, but be careful when talking to people above the age of ~45.

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taintedcigs · 6 months

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Let's get some positivity back in the fandom! What's your favorite Eddie moment or HC that you have? Favorite episode or fic? Anything!

mariah also sent me this so thankfully i can name two scenes LMAO💗

i reaaally love the drug deal w chrissy!!! he’s so stupidly sweet and loser and such a babygirl look AT HIM.

also! i have too many fics to count but ill just name my fav authors on here <33 you (ofcc) and your See you Again fic LITERALLY OME OF MY FAVS ON HERE!!!!!!

@andvys’s IKYLLATK, all of her series are so perfect. i have no words (and oneshots too she has the most amazing stuff), ily honeybun you’re so talented and all of ur stuff has me in a chokehold bye

@bimbobaggins69 ANY. ANY OF TORIS ONESHOTS. she’s so insanely talented it blows me away each time!! esp her steddie series!!

@trashmouth-richie anything ziggy writes im fucking IN. no but seriously hih was one of the best series ive read on here, i still need to start hide + scream ASAP!!

@eiightysixbaby HAS THE MOST DELICIOUS SMUT!!! (and is one of the reasons why ive started reading for jonathan LMAO)

@succubusmunson bee’s blurbs are what i live for… literally always gets me so bad😫🫶🏻 i still have to read breaking in but they’re so talented that i just know its so good.

@ghost-proofbaby’s 24h is a fucking classic. the amount of breakdowns, giggles, screams and happiness that series gave me is insane. SO TALENTED!!!

#em’s mail💌

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shadow-of-the-eclipse · 5 months

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what do you mean I have limited characters in a google keep note I want to write more in that format

is this a new story or is it just random ideas who knows, anyway role swap tomarry where tom is the only one who can see the dark lord who got stuck on the wrong side of the veil when trying to steal the gaunt ring when tom was a baby, now tom's the boy who defeated a dark lord and harry is absolutely not haunting a teenager

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"You're not real," Tom says.

And like a switch being flicked fury flashes across the man's face. His green eyes have a sheen to them, almost silvery, like someone has spilled liquid mercery across the green. And Tom--

Tom can feel the magic in the air. Like an oncoming storm, like emotions made real and physical, he can feel the man's anger take a physical impression. His chest feels heavy and the air feels thin. "Oh," he croons, voice deceptively light, hiding a raging tornado, "I'm very real."

And like snow flakes falling onto his skin, the hint of cold before it melts, Tom can feel the fingerprints of the man before they fade. Not quite real. But definitely not a hallucination. Definitely not a ghost.

"You won't hurt me," he bluffs, "Nobody else can see you. You hurt me you're stuck. Forever."

The man draws back, fury still lining every muscle. "You are not that important, baby Slytherin," he snaps, but does not move to lay a hand on Tom. "I will find my way out of this cursed plane of existence and back to physicality without or without the help of an teenage boy."

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"Maybe you should kill them," Harry says. He's sitting perched on the stairs, hands clasped together, green eyed watching Tom and his irritating year mates.

"I can't just kill people," Tom says.

"Not in public," the wraith purrs. The insidious thought is too appealing to consider so Tom turns away from Harry.

"Oh don't ignore me. Tom. To-om."

#tomarry #my story #my fic #shit i have to name this #uhhh #fic: trenches #tom riddle #harry potter #role reversal au

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ashwhowrites · 1 year

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something with eddie based on unholy by sam smith? maybe eddie and reader are having an affair? 👀

Is it bad that Eddie cheating on his wife for the reader makes me hot?

I actually wrote a fic kinda like this so I'll insert the link if you want to check it out!

But I'll definitely still write yours!

Stripper reader

Smut 18+

Not proofread

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Mummy don't know daddy's getting hot

At the body shop, doing something unholy

He lucky, lucky, yeah (ooh)

He lucky, lucky, yeah (ye-yeah)

He lucky, lucky, yeah

Eddie probably shouldn't have found himself at the strip club, knowing his wife and kid were waiting at home for him. A dinner plate sitting in his seat at the table.

But ever since the boys at work took him here, he needs to stop by to see her.

She was fucking beautiful. The way the red lace covered barely any parts of her skin had him shifting in his seat.

When he first met her, he knew he was in trouble. He felt the heat fill his bones. Like his eyes could only watch her.

It was wrong but he slipped off his wedding band and placed it in his jeans.

Against his better judgement, he accepted her invite to the backroom for a private dance.

The way she circled her hips over his growing hard on. Her ass barely covered by the thinnest fabric.

The way she breathed heavily in his ear as she grinded herself.

The way she moaned when she felt his cock through his jeans.

His hands moved on their own. Ghosting over her hips.

"you can touch me." She whined and he lost it. His hands gripping over her bare chest. He moaned as his hands were filled, flicking her nipples.

She grinded herself harder against him.

"fuck baby." He moaned. His fingers slowly dipped into her lace panties, he whined as his fingers were covered in her wetness as he slowly fingered her. Her back was pressed into his chest and his lips met her neck.

Sucking harshly as he moved his fingers faster.

She was rocking against his hips, riding in his fingers desperately.

She circled her own clit, chasing her orgasm.

Watching her cum undone had Eddie feeling things he hasn't before.

This girl was something unholy

And he's been hooked since.

Mummy don't know daddy's getting hot

At the body shop, doing something unholy

He's sat back while she's dropping it, she be popping it

Yeah, she put it down slowly

Oh-ee-oh-ee-oh, he left his kids at

Ho-ee-oh-ee-ome, so he can get that

Mummy don't know daddy's getting hot

At the body shop, doing something unholy (woo)

Eddie knew once he couldn't get her out of his mind he was in trouble.

His wife pounded him with questions about why he smelled of alcohol and perfume. Why didn't he show up for dinner. He got done with work five hours ago, why is he now walking through the door?

He lied and lied until she surrendered.

He kissed his daughter goodnight.

He's been going to that strip club weekly. He craved to see her, to touch her, and to fuck her.

He never told her he was married and she never asked. They didn't know much about each other. He doesn't even know her real name.

But he knew her body. He knew how to get her undone, and that's all he needed.

He realized he was into this girl too deep when he fucked his wife.

She was riding him, moaning his name. He closed his eyes, but all he saw was the stripper. The red lace from that night. Her tits, her pussy, and everything about her.

Her make up , and the way her hair was styled. With his eyes closed, he could pretend it was her.

He pictured the stripper riding his cock. Imagining the feeling of her cunt clenching around him again. He pictured her orgasming, straight from memory. Before he knew it he was thrusting up hard and fast. Chasing his own orgasm, chasing her.

He was back at the strip club again. Sitting in the same room as she grinded her hips into him. Feeling like he was on fire all over again.

He's never felt so much desire for someone before, never has he felt this for his own wife.

He was meant to be taking care of his daughter while his wife had a work dinner. But he called Wayne to babysit.

He left his daughter at home so he could be here. So he could feel her again.

He was moaning as she kneeled on her knees, sucking his cock. His head was thrown back as his hand was shoving her further down.

His thigh clenched as he heard her gag and choke on him.

No one knows Eddie was getting hot at the body shop, doing something unholy.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie stranger things #eddie munson smut x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x y/n

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trashmouth-richie · 10 months

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𝔩𝔢𝔱’𝔰 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢 𝔣𝔲𝔫

ᵖᵒˢᵗ ᵃ ᵖⁱᵉᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ʷⁱᵖ ʸᵒᵘ’ʳᵉ ᵖʳᵒᵘᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵇᵘᵗ ᵈⁱᵈⁿ’ᵗ ˢᵉᵉᵐ ᵗᵒ ᶠⁱᵗ ᵃⁿʸʷʰᵉʳᵉ

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ᗩ ᔕEᑕTIOᑎ Oᖴ YOᑌᖇ ᑭOᔕTEᗪ ᗯORK ᗯITᕼ TᕼE ᒪIᑎK TᕼᗩT YOᑌ’ᖇE ᑭᖇOᑌᗪ Oᖴ

I’ve been feeling down lately and I know a few others have too, i just wanna boost some moral on this site

🖤 I’m going to tag 5 people that I hope play along; keep it going!

this is from TWIN FLAMES : 7 (the very first thing I ever wrote lmaaaao)

Eddie slides down the counter and lays down, you take your shorts off in a hurry. He moves his head between your thighs, so you’re straddling his face.

“Eddie, I don’t want to hurt yo—” Eddie shoves his tongue deep into your aching dripping hole.

Phone ringing louder

After what feels like hours but in reality is only seconds of Eddie lashing his tongue against your clit, he mumbles underneath of you. “I don’t give a fuck about my nose right now, sit down.”

Hearing his beautiful mouth filter those filthy words could make you cum on contact alone. You do as you're told, you sit back grinding your pussy against Eddie’s face. A moan escapes from his lips that vibrates on your clit. Sending a shock wave through your entire body.

Phone still ringing

“Fuck Eddie…d-don’t stop, mmm oh shiiiiit” working your hips against his tongue, chasing your high.

Ringing again.

“Fuuuck, fuc-” ringing “Eddie, Eddie hang on I have to answer this, it might be my p— hah-rents.” You lean onto your knees and yank the long cord off the wall behind you.

“He-hello?” Eddie grabs your hips and forces you back down on his face, twirling his tongue as you stifle a moan and cover the end of the receiver.

“Y/N, is everything alright? You sound like you’re out of breath,” your mother says through the phone.

“Oh, h-hiii Mom, yeah I’m f-fine, I just..” Eddie is swirling his tongue faster “…was o-ooo-outside” you lie through your teeth chewing on your lip.

You try to squirm away from Eddie but his arms are wrapped on either side of your thighs pulling you closer to him, pushing his tongue into your hole, and engulfing his lips on your clit.

“Oh, okay honey. Dad and I just wanted you to know we are flying in early tomorrow morning.”

“Alright m-om sounds good, sounds really really good.”

Eddie lets out a chuckle from beneath your dripping cunt. You squeeze your thighs around his face trying to snuff out his voice, the cool bite of the kitchen tile stinging your knees.

“Happy Fourth of July! See you tomorrow, love you sweetie!” Your mom and dad say in unison.

“I love you too” your voice wavering out like you're talking underwater.

You wait for the dial tone on the opposite end to finally release your pent up high.

“Oh my God Eddie! Oh holy shit, fuck fuck fuck right there!” You whine as your orgasm releases all over Eddie’s face, you can feel him grinning below you as you are shaking rapidly against him falling forward to the floor, unable to keep your balance any longer.

tagging: @boomhauer @boogiewrites @andvys @abibliophobiaa @agentmarvel @choke-me-eddie @courtingchaos @chrissymjstan @curiositydooropened @dr-aculaaa @eddieschains @fracturedarkness @ghost-proofbaby @honey-flustered @imjuststeddietrashatthispoint @icallhimjoey @jadequeen88 @jo-harrington @breddiemunson @blueywrites @mypoisonedvine @myobmaya @myosotisa @mantorokk-writes @nightonblogmountain @newlips @carolmunson @pinkrelish @loveshotzz @sweetsweetjellybean @pedgito @pastel-pillows @punk-in-docs @usedtobecooler @wroteclassicaly @wroteclassicaly @daleyeahson + whoever else wants to join in, sorry I didn’t mean to forget you

#ziggys wip game #eddie x you #eddie munson #eddie x fem!reader

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zappedbyzabka · 3 months

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i was looking through your posts and read your fic where kreese eats johnny’s ass like it saved his life. him or someone eating johnny’s pussy the same way?🫣👀

I love that you remember the tag skskskksksk. Thank you for the ask, anon! I was happy when I woke up and saw this.

ABSOLUTELY. You know all I talk about is Johnny’s boypussy and the way he tempts people to eat it good without really trying. I mean, one look at those legs and any man would picture spreading them apart like they would the wet cunt between those satin thighs. I also like the idea of Johnny only giving Kreese a taste of the honey so he gets hooked, then ghosting him entirely and never letting him have it again for some definitely not therapist-approved revenge.

And since I’m a lady fiend; Joanie Lawrence getting lapped up by her little Cobra girls that follow their princess all around. I’ll have to go into that one of these days.

ATE ATE ATE. The way he swings his hips when he walks....he’s a damn hypnotizing pendulum.

He loves the feeling of his pussy getting split by a hot, eager tongue. He loves when they slurp it up and moan into it like it’s fucking cake or ramen. In fact, that thing could earn him a wedding cake and diamond ring (though he prefers the plain ones with writing on them. Maybe something about how he’s sweet as fruit? Maybe one of his lover’s choosing, comparing him to Gems and other special things? Gold and flowers?)

Kreese considers himself a manly man, and other than chicken and carbs, they eat pussy.

He did Betsy’s, and all those loose broads way back when—he even ate Silver’s ass—and they were good, but nothing really compares to the dripping flower that is his obsession’s.

He loves finding his doll sleeping with his leg up and bent, rested on a pillow. Sleeping like he expected someone’s mouth to worship him awake.

And he’s right to expect. The Cobras fell for it every time as well, and every sleepover was a guarantee to have them at his cunt like starving coyote’s with a single songbird. John doesn’t mind Johnny’s high expectations when he’s benefitted from them too.

Kreese’s face is always stubbly if he doesn’t have a full beard, and it scrapes against Johnny’s sensitive, glistening lips and thighs. Leaves bubblegum pink and red-hot rashes that he’s long used to. It feels so good between his plush asscheeks too, which Kreese likes to bite as if they were ripe apples.

John needs nothing more than Johnny’s spasming tummy under his large hand when he’s smothering himself in that soaked heat, and the twitch of his hips when he’s swiping his face like a credit card—he’s addicted to the taste as if it’s candy made with cocaine.

Ohhh, Johnny in anything revealing like little robes and babydolls—OM NOM NOM, he’s got someone chomping at the fucking bit for his sweet little cunt.

Now wait till Daniel gets a drink of it, and he’ll be determined to have Johnny standing in his kitchen wearing nothing but a little polka dot robe even if he starts a fire. Maybe the smell of smoke and arson gets Johnny excited and Daniel can lick up his slick while his nice house burns down.

#Nsft #Kreerence #I know some of my mutuals hate it. I’m sorry to put this on your dash😭#Johnny’s harem tag #I wish Kreese’s name wasn’t like his first name to me because it’s hard to switch it up

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demonvibez · 10 months

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Showering with Lucifer

·Characters: Lucifer x GN! Reader

·Word Count: 1100+

·Rating: Mature/Explicit (Minors DNI)

·Genre: Fluff, Comfort, Smut

·Tags: domestic fluff, mentions of reader being sick, gender neutral body parts, oral sex, penetration, mentions of fangs and marking

·A/N: was gonna write this for all seven demon bros but I got carried away with Lucifer's part! Lemme know which brother/dateable you'd like to see in this scenario next ♡

Typically, Lucifer prefers to use the shower over taking a bath

Most of the time, he gets down to business in the shower; no time to dawdle about with distractions, he has a schedule to adhere to, titles to maintain and a House to oversee.

Very thorough, he has his showers down to a 5 minute routine in a very methodical order

He has always used the same set of products he enjoys, originally a gift - a Dragon's Blood bath set given randomly by Lord Diavolo; it works for him and he thinks it smells nice, so why mess with perfection?

However, things started changing the closer your relationship with him grew

At first he didn't really care to shower with you because he often didn't have the time and thought it would be more efficient to shower separately

One evening you find yourself feeling rather sick, which prompts Lucifer to insist on looking after you in his room, despite you already being comfortably curled up in your own bed

"If anyone is capable of bringing you back to health, it's me," he said with his arms crossed, his usual air of arrogance lingering around his words

He gathers up a few of your things and put them in the empty backpack hung on the back of your closet door, before slinging it over his shoulder and scooping you up in his arms

Of course he could keep a better eye on your condition in his room, safely tucked into his silky soft bed sheets

As he watches over you, shock and concern paints his features as he notices that your condition continues to get worse

You're running a fever that needs to be broken, so he draws you a bath and tends to you personally

Sat behind you in the tub as he leans you against his bare chest, he gently washes your hair with his shampoo, making sure to be careful as he rinses everything out, softly running his gloveless fingers through the strands

His gentleness to you while you're in such a vulnerable state brings the two of you even closer together than before, emboldened with a new sense of trust and familiarity

After that, you find yourselves becoming increasingly inseparable, which naturally results in you sleeping in his bed and using his shower quite often

Several of your favorite bath products now line the walls of his shower

Some random weekend mornings his hair will smell like your conditioner, and it will give him the most smug of grins for the entirety of the day

He's even more smug and prideful when you are the one wearing his scent, though

He usually tries to stay on task when you shower together, making sure you're both completely clean from head to toe

There are many nights, however, in which he finds himself unable to reign in his urges - to hell with paperwork, he'd rather lose himself in you right now

He lathers his body gel down your body, his hands caressing each of your curves slowly yet firmly as he further commits them to his memory, watching as the water cascades down your body to rinse the suds away

His lips trail soft kisses down your jaw, his fangs lightly nipping at your neck as he hungrily makes his way down to your collarbone, a mark or two of his slowly blooming across the surface of your skin

He continues his way down your body, briefly stopping to swirl one of your sensitive nipples around his eager tongue, before continuing down to truly taste you

He throws one of your legs over his shoulder, holding you up as he helps himself - lapping and sucking away at your sex, pushing you closer to your first orgasm with each deliberate stroke

Your hands can't help but to slide to his crown, gripping onto his horns in order to keep you grounded in reality as you try your best to keep your eyes locked on his

His crimson eyes gaze up at you as he worships every inch of you, and every drop of your sweet nectar on his lips fills him with a sense of pride that only your pleasure can bring, both of you riding those feelings into the stratosphere

After bringing you to climax, he pushes your leg down and slides up your body, hooking and holding your leg around his waist as he uses his other hand to line himself up with you

He slowly begins to push himself inside of you, strained groans splashing off the walls with the shower's rain as he gradually slides himself deeper

You feel so good around him that he can't help it when his wings unfurl the moment he finally sinks all the way into you, the last thread of control he had finally unraveling

He sets a slow and steady pace as he pours every ounce of passion into each individual thrust, his hand gripping your thigh as his thrusts slowly start to pick up in pace

And every thrust fills you with more and more pleasure, building up inside of you, the crescendo threatening to erupt at any moment as your eyes roll into the back of your head - you hear him whisper your name

"Look into my eyes…" he said in a husky tone as he put a hand on your sex and overstimulates it as he continues to thrust into you, his rhythm growing erratic as he pushes you both over the edge into pure bliss

He locks his lips to yours as you both ride that high, wanting to make the moment last as long as possible

Even as you try to gently pull away from him, he whispers, "just a moment longer, my love," as he slides his hold around you just a bit tighter, a small laugh escaping your lips before you steal another kiss from him

As you wrap up your shower together, he helps rinse you off one more time, before offering a hand to help you out of the shower and wrapping you in a warm, fluffy towel

He dresses you in one of his bathrobes before setting off to grab you a set of pajamas, trying his best to hide his smirk when he returns with one of his own shirts and a half assed excuse - you knew you had an extra set in his bottom drawer, but you didn't even hesitate to grab his shirt and throw it on

Once you finish your routine, you both crawl into his bed

You find yourself in your natural place, snuggled up to his chest with his arms wrapped around you

As you both begin to drift off into slumber together, he presses a kiss to the top of your head

"I love you so much," he whispers, "sweet dreams, my little lamb."

And with his final thoughts of the night, he can't help but to think how much better you make even the tiniest aspects of his life, a smile on his face as sleep finally takes him

- demonvibez ♡ - likes/reblogs appreciated - do not repost! -

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hopusthebrainlessfloof · 6 months

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Teehee I wrote more fanfic of @thekoopalingsandstuffs AU ÒwÓ

I've been particularly wanting to write some stuff about small supernatural occurances involving Dieter, and I guess this serves as a prequel to Dear Dieter. ^^

Check below the cut! ;]

Goodbye, Dieter

"Are you sure we should be messing with the dead?" "It's just a little piece of wood," Iggy replied while getting out an ouija board from his disaster area of which he called a bedroom. "But... What if we summon a ghost?" He trembled a little as he spoke. Iggy spun around and gave a small guffaw. "So what? You're not afraid of ghosts, are you?" He gave no response, and only stared at Rango. He knew Rango wouldn't protest against his boyfriend.

The three set the board up and began the séance in the living room. It was the night of Halloween- or more technically, the early morning after. Spewart recalled that in cultural studies, today was la Día de Los Niños, and tomorrow would be Día de Los Muertos. These were both Mexican holidays of honouring the dead and celebrating the life they had lived. Using an ouija board, he felt, was not only disrespectful but also a bad omen generally. Yet here he was, using one with Rango and Iggy.

He was only here because the other two just happened to be awake. Iggy was supposedly "bored" and wanted to sneak out with Rango to a hotel, but Rango, having fallen ill, was too tired to be intimate. Yet, wanted to keep Iggy company by staying awake? It made no sense. Roy was also technically awake, but he was watching TV and wanted no part in whatever Iggy was up to. As for Spewart, he couldn't sleep. Insomnia and night terrors stressed him out, made his stomach hurt even more than it already did on a regular basis. Anything to take his mind off of Dieter was a blessing, though, he wasn't exactly sure if this was his idea of such--

"Hello, is anyone there?" Iggy began. No response. "Guess there's no spirits," Spewart meekly chuckled. "Try holding the thing," Rango piped in. With a sigh, Spewart placed his hands on the planchette. "Is anyone there?" Iggy repeated this at least four times, but each time was met with silence. "One of you try," he snipped. Spewart was about to protest the attitude, but was interrupted by Rango. "Hello-o-o? Anyone ho-o-ome?" Iggy started laughing, leaving the other two confused for a moment, before the planchette started to slowly move to "yes". The three grew silent.

"What should we say?" Iggy thought. "Ask for its gender." "Gender?" Spewart found himself saying. "Why does their gender matter?" Iggy shrugged. "Are you a boy or a girl?" Rango asked. "Or non binary. They could be non binary. Maybe we should've asked for their pronouns..." Iggy rolled his eyes. A pause went by before the planchette moved. B-O-Y. "A male spirit..." "Wonder if he's gay," Iggy snickered. Spewart groaned before deciding to ask a question. "How old are you?" No response. "I guess he doesn't like you," Iggy laughed.

Suddenly, the planchette jerked to the "T". They all stared.

"Is he spelling out his age?" H. "Thirteen? Thirty? THREE?" "Iggy, shut up," Roy muttered from the couch. E. The three quietly blinked. "The? The what?" R. "There?" "Iggy." Roy turned his head. "Keep your voice down. Literally everyone is sleeping." Iggy stuck his tongue out. E. S. A. Spewart felt his blood turn cold, and as he slowly glanced upwards, he could tell Rango had the same response. "Theresa?" Iggy sneered. "What kind of response is that? That's not a number at all." A long pause went by. "Dieter?" Rango squeaked with a tremble. "Are you... Dieter?" A pause. The planchette slowly crept to yes.

"I want to leave, I don't want to do this anymore-" Spewart stood before Rango took his hand. "Wait. If you don't say goodbye to him, he may be stuck in this realm. We should say goodbye first." It wasn't promising, but it sounded better than being haunted by Dieter. He slowly sat back down. "Are you dead?" Rango resumed. "No fucking duh he's dead," Iggy laughed while elbowing Rango's side. Rango gave a meek chuckle and laughed it off as a joke.

"Are you mad at me, Dieter?" Spewart whimpered. A very long moment of silence went by. He was frightened. What if he said yes? What if he wanted him dead too after what Ludwig did? He was an accomplice, after all! He helped hide the body in the river, and-- The planchette jerked to no. A wave of relief went over him. "Why would he be mad at you?" Rango asked while tilting his head. "Forget that, how do you two even know who he is?" Before Rango could respond, the planchette slid to I. Then to M. I. S. It slid around a bit before landing on S again. Y. O. U. Spewart knew that was for him.

"I miss you too, Dee," he softly sighed. He didn't neccesarily miss Dieter... but he was unsettled by the fact that he was gone. Iggy yawned. "I'm getting tired. Let's say goodnight to it." Rango nodded. "We have to go now. Goodbye, Dieter." The plancette quickly slid to no. They were all confused. "Why won't you leave?" Iggy impatiently grumbled. The planchette spelt out Theresa again. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" "He wants Spewey to say goodbye." A shiver went down Spewart's spine before he drew a breath. "We have to go now," he said. "Goodbye, Dieter." A pause went by before the planchette crept once more. Goodbye.

Iggy stood and stretched. "That was boring," he grumbled while taking the board and planchette. "I'm sleeping. Good night." "Good night!" Rango chimed. "I love you!" He was met with no response before sighing and turning to Spewart.

"Spewey?" "Hm?" "Why would Dieter be mad at you?" Spewart blinked before sighing, and he began to explain...

#super mario #broodals #fanfic #writeblr

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mvugsss · 4 months

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Fully self indulgent Drabble, writing this with a migraine

Warnings: Kidnapper!Ghoap, No smut but mature themes, abuse, implied sexual abuse. {Pls tell me if I missed any 🫶}

There are two constants in your life. Ghost and Soap, And headaches. It had been about a day since they had ‘Visit’ last. Are you supposed to be relieved? Maybe. Sure they hurt you, but they also kept you alive, feeding you and bringing you water and pain meds. You stretched with a groan and stood up, pacing around your locked room. It wasn’t horrible, your room. Soap liked to give you things you would tell them about when you were free, books you mentioned, plushies, and little trinkets that made him think of you. You finished your pacing and sat down with a sigh. You flinch as the door clicks, the handle turning and an exhausted looking Soap. Behind him, stood Ghost, obviously angry for some reason. You hadn’t done anything wrong, it probably wasn’t directed at you, Right? You just shifted nervously as Soap walks forward and sits down next to you, handing you a plate of food. “Bonnie… you won’t believe tha’ day we’ve ‘ad…” He places the food on a side table as he wraps his arms around your stiff body. You glance nervously up at Ghost, who was glaring a hole through the wall. What were you supposed to say? If you said what you really felt, you know Ghost wouldn’t hesitate to punish you. You just nodded and slowly put your hand on Soaps broad back, stiffly stroking small circles into his back. He leans further into you with a sigh, his head pressed into your neck “What… What happened?” You notice Ghosts eyes flick to The two of you, his gaze softening a fraction as he saw Soap wrapped up in you. “Price wa’ in a bad mood, Gaz said something snarky and he made us run twenty bloody laps… we were gonna be ‘ome earlier, we promise” You sigh and shake your head before looking up at Ghost nervously. He was staring down at the two of you with an unreadable expression. He huffed and sat down in a chair across from the bed and tilted his head back, his arms crossed over his broad chest. He watched as you sat with Soap nervously. You gasped as He ran his hands under your shirt to touch your bare back, seeking your warmth as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. “Eat your food, Lovie…” The voice from across the room startles you, Ghosts voice unusually soft as he looks at the two of you. You just nod and grab the plate of food, slowly eating what they had made you. Soaps breaths evened out as you finished your meal, his eyes closed contentedly as he laid next to you, his hand under your shirt and stroking your back. Ghost stood up stiffly and grabbed your plate, placing it on the bedside table and sat next to you and lay down in the same fashion as Soap. He reached out and pushed you down on your back onto the bed. Soap moved his hand onto your stomach, stroking your tummy softly. Ghost lets out a soft ‘hm’ noise as he wrapped his broad hand around your wrist. You were noticeably tense as they both clung to the feeling of being with you in their own ways. You sighed and closed your eyes, attempting to slow your brain. They were being sweet today. Soap was usually somewhat gentle and soft with you, but Ghost? No. Usually, it’s rough hands everywhere, pinning you down and using you for all you are. What was going on?

#ghoap x reader #ghoap #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #call of duty

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**NINJAGO DRAGONS RISING EPISODES 1-10 SPOILERS, BEWARE**

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED, I WILL BE RANTING ABOUT EACH EPISODE AND IF YOU CLICK THAT KEEP READING BUTTON IT WILL NOT BE MY FAULT IF YOU GET SPOILED!!!!

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OKAY SO I JUST WATCHED THE FIRST 10 EPISODES IN ENGLISH AND IM FREAKING OUT RIGHT NOW

MAN I LOVED IT SO SO FREAKIN MUCH LIKE JUST WHAT???MWHT??, XJAOSHDJW AND THE WRITING IS MUCH BETTER THAN I EXPECTED

AND DID WE JUST SEE THE GECKLES, MUNCE AND MERLOPIANS???? MY GOD

THE RACE??? THAT ONE RUDE GIRL'S NAME BEING KREEL??? NINJAGO NAMES ARE GETTING WEIRDER BY THE DAY

LOBBO MY BABY, HE'S EVERYTHING <3

CROSSROADS CARNIVAL??I WANNA GO THERE I WANNA FUCKING GO

ARIN KNOWING HOW TO BAKE PIES? MAKE ME ONE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE.

LOYD TRAINING ARIN AND SORA AJSHDKAUWHRHD AND THEM SNEAKING OUT AND HIM BEING LIKE "yeah we'd definitely do that to wu lolz"

THAT FUCKING MAGICIAN GUY'S NAME IS DORAMA, AND I LOVE HOW LLOYD, ARIN AND SORA WERE SCARED OF THAT NIGHTMARE-INDUCING PUPPET

AND THAT SPINJITZU BURST THING FROM LLOYD TURNED OUT TO BE AN OVERDRIVE TO HIS POWERS FROM THAT HUGE DRAGON MATRIACH? GAH DAMM

AND THE FLASHBACK WHERE HE HUGGED KAI SJKSHDJSJS

AND SORA CANONICALLY SINGS WHEN SHES DOING SOMETHING, LOUDLY TOO? SAME SORA SAME

AND AHHHHHH LLOYD REUNITING WITH NYA AGAIN GB OF THE RGB <333

NYA ASKING ABOUT JAY AND GETTING SAD WHEN THEY TOLD HER HE WASNT WITH THEM OM-

AND THEY THOUGHT KAI WAS DEAD AND IN THE END HE WASN'T, YET FUCKED UP AND BROUGHT SOME DRAGONS TO THE CRAGLING VILLAGE (kai you loveable stupid idiot)

AND THE RGB SIBS BICKERING AND SORA'S CONFUSED LIKE "is this how trained ninja warriors act like"

ARIN ONCE ASKING A BARBER TO GIVE HIM "THE ZANE"?? I LOVE YOU BABY BOY. AND KAI REFUSING AND TELLING HIM HE SHOULDVE GOTTEN "tHe kAi" INSTEAD AJNSSHSMSJ

AND THERES A NEW FUCKING EM OF WIND? IN THE CLOUD KINGDOM? AND HER NAME IS EUPHRASIA? HER NAME IS SO PRETTYYYY, I JUST HATE HOW THEY DIDNT TAKE HER WITH THEM OR SMTH SHE LITERALLY SAVED SORA AND ARIN

LLOYD CANONICALLY PICKS HIS NOSE, AND EATS THE GODDAMNED BOOGERS IM SORRY W H A T (THANK YOU WEIRD CLOUD KINGDOM GOO WORMS)

KAI CALLING LLOYD BOOGERS PLEASE. "master of green boogers" I LOVE THIS

SORA'S.REAL.NAME.IS.ANA? ANA? ANA? AND SHE NAMED HERSELF AFTER A DRAGON THEY IMPRISONED AT IMPERIUM? AND THE WORD 'SORA' MEANS ORPHAN IN THE IMPERIAN LANGUAGE THING?

i fucking hate dr.larow. like bitch get out of the damned way PLEASE WHY DO YOU HAVE TO DO THIS TO OUR GIRL

i NAWWW NAWW I LOVE THEIR FAKE NAMES FOR THEIR IMPERIUM IDS. LLOYD AS DOYLL DARMAGON? ARIN AS LAMPSHADE FLOORTILE???? THEYRE SO STUPID I LOVE THEM. (lloyd shouldve named himself dolly smh)

BABY WYLD FYRE I REPEAT. BABY WYLD FYRE AHHH SHES SO GODDAMN CUTE. HEATWAVE LOVES HIS HUMAN DAUGHTER SO MUCH <333 (AND SHE LOVES HIM TOO)

ARIN MEETING THOSE IPTF IDIOTS?? PERCIVAL BITCH LITERALLY BE HOVERING RIYU IN HIS TOY HOVERBOARD (in the words of empress beatrix)

KAI PLAYING VIDEOGAMES AND ASKING THE GHOST THAT SOMEHOW KNEW HIS NAME IF IT WANTED A SELFIE WITH HIM? KAI HONEY THATS NOT HOW IT WORKS.

I LOVE THE DRAMA THATS HAPPENING IN IMPERIUM LIKE WOAH MAN. AND ZANE? HES BACK? MY BOY IS ALIVE AND WELL AHAJAHSHSNSJSJSNS

AND ITS ACTUALLY BEEN YEARS SINCE THE MERGE?? I THOUGHT IT WAS WEEKS AT FIRST FROM WHAT LLOYD SAID

THAT HUGE ASS DRAGON IN THE SPHERE?? LLOYD INHERITING HIS POWER AND SEEING SOME VISIONS OF WHAT SEEMS TO BE THE NINJA'S GRAVES WITH THEIR MASKS ON IT? LEGO WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING HUH? H U H???

RAS IS CANONICALLY AN OUTLANDER AND NOT FROM IMPERIUM WE CALLED IT NINJAGO FANDOM WE FUCKING CALLED IT!

WYLD FYRE AND KAI'S FIRE HIGH FIVE AHSKAHDJDHDENEJEJS

SORA FINALLY UNDERSTANDING THAT HER POWER, WETHER HERS OR RIYU'S IS HER RESPONSIBILITY YESSS!!!!

AHHHH LLOYD AND NYA HUG ONCE AGAIN <333

overall i fucking LOVED part one of dragons rising, it was filled with so much drama and action and GAHH MY HEART IS GOING CRAZY <333 LEGO REDEEMING THEMSELVES AFTER CRYSTALLISED WITH NOT JUST GOOD ANIMATION, BUT WRITING TOO??? (my only bad opinion tho is that the pacing can get a little wacky here and there)

9.5/10 for part 1, cant wait to see what else is to come!!!

#im so sorry if i went way too crazy in this i just loved dragons rising so much like #ninjago spoilers #levi's ted talks #ninjago dragons rising #ninjago lloyd #ninjago sora #ninjago arin #ninjago beatrix #ninjago ras #ninjago kai #ninjago nya #ninjago zane #ninjago rapton

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