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kpop stans literally have no backbone LMAOOO when skz gets hate for collaborating with more and more zionists because as we can see they are VERY well welcomed by stays, dont come crying. what a useless fandom. literally we had one job and it’s to NOT platform a zionist and an israeli settler but nooooooo 💔💔💔 people are losing their jobs and students are being arrested for protesting against israel but 90% of stays cant even boycott ONE song.
it’s not a coincidence that zionists are infiltrating kpop i need u to PLEASE utilize ur critical thinking skills and realize that those zionist brands/artists/companies are looking for new audiences to gain since they’re being shunned away. this is only the beginning this isn’t a matter of supporting skz alone PLEASE
it could’ve been you born in palestine and it would’ve been your people and family and friends and loved ones that are genocied. and then you’d be the one asking people to not platform zionists and to shame them but oh well. good luck living life being this fucking spineless
#im literally seething this is so fucking crazy#bottom line so many stays are zionists and if not zionism apologists which is just as bad#do you guys even follow what israel is doing because i cant fathom reading just about ONE massacre that happened this past 7 months#or seeinf one mother crying for her child or a journalist weeping for his colleague or an old man crying for his wife#and supporting this collab like#please if u’ll listen to this if you’ll interact with its shit then block me gtfo#i dont like you at all and you are part of the problem#tags directed at those stays specifically#stray kids#skz
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more venetia domming tf out of ollie!! like how their dynamic changes after that bathroom scene if venetia didn't die (her hand in his mouth ummm yeahhh) and she pegs the hell out of him!!!
yesyes okay!! 😇 this is abt to be long asf (971 words) im so sorry....
- after the whole bathtub scene / felix’s funeral their dynamic switches entirely,, venetia becomes more closed off to ollie, less smiles, unwarranted compliments, touches when she’s laughing too hard etc & ollie just sulks because even though he is still at saltburn he lost the one and only person he truly loves & the living extension of said person (venetia) is avoiding him Heavy
- the two of them probably keep to themselves definitely actively avoiding one another as best as they can though they do still live in the same house so it’s definitely hard lol venetia probably shoots daggers ollie’s way during dinner
- venetia probably finds ollie going through felix’s closet looking for more mementos to add to his little collection he has under his bed…”looking for more little souvenirs to add to your shrine?” and ollie just freezes as he feels venetia’s sharp nails claw their way into a fist in his hair
- and it’s not like venetia is wrong, he does have his own little felix shrine but being called out Again is another level of mortification… with venetia’s strong grip on his scalp he can’t help but get turned on by the pain
- “you fucking freak, i can’t believe felix even kept you around for as long as he did” and venetia just throws ollie to the floor squatting down to his to sneer at him with disgust,, “venetia please…please sto-” and before he can finish venetia just slaps him in the face to shut him up immediately before speaking again “what a coincidence he died! right before he was going to drop your slimy losery ass” and she just jabs her finger into his rising chest before running it down his body stopping above his belt
- and if ollie wasn’t completely hard before he sure was now because seeing venetia absolutely seething: redden face, brows drawn, voice dripping with disdain, pupils blown etc he woefully accepted his fate of getting his ass quite literally handed to him lol 🫣
- and when i tell you venetia wastes no time i mean she wastes No Time because she starts ripping ollie's pants off right then and there door open for anyone to just walk by and see (she is felix's sister and all) and ollie just lay there in the middle of the room hard, flushed, and gasping for air after being smacked in the face.,, "all you do is mope around like some wounded fucking dog...you didn't even know him!" venetia says, voice raising infelction as she yanks the rest of ollie's pants off of his ankles
- and ollie may be able to take the screaming, the scratching, the insults etc but venetia having the audacity to say he didn't know felix? no. that was something entirely out of line. if anyone knew felix it was Him. he understood him, he protected him, fuck he even loved him enough to kill him! so with that being said ollie found it within himself to (attempt) to sit up, meeting venetia's fiery gaze..."i did! y-you don't even know the half of it, he loved-" then boom. another smack, this time harder to the inner part of his thigh nearing his throbbing cock.
- and venetia just SNAPS. "yeah?! yeah? he loved you, he loved you?" and she then starts violently stripping ollie of his boxers freeing his erection..."spread" awestruck ollie just stares at venetia, anger completely taking her over he knows he's awakened something Deep within her and there's no way getting out of this unscathed,, shoving her fingers in ollie's mouth (again) venetia coats her fingers with his saliva 🤤🤤🤤 "did he love you like this? huh ollie? did he?!" and she just starts forcing her fingers into his hole & pain just spreads across his entire body, his hands quickly moving to stuff his mouth to stifle his agony induced yelps. the pain mixed with the pleasure just melted him completely...
- "this how he showed you ollie? by fucking your pathetic little hole? you fucking liar. he never loved you.." and oliver just mewls !!!!!!!!! was she right? were venetia's words getting to him? did felix actually love him? and the faster she fucks her fingers deeper into him, prostate constantly being hit, his eyes just roll back. its too much. its all too much. "nghhh...yes h-he did" ollie lets out a strangled moans as venetia curves her fingers into the bundle of muscles within himself. he wont last like this. he Cant last like this.
- "liarliarlilarliar! stop fucking lying already! everybody knows what you are...stop trying to deny it ollie. say it." and ollie just feels his muscles constricting in his belly, he's slowly losing his grip on reality as he feels the sweat dripping down his forehead hit his lips. the salty flavor coating his once dry mouth drags another whine out of him and venetia laughs. "you're just a dirty, lying little whore ollie and you know it, just say the words and it'll be all over" and at this very moment everything is caving in on ollie. his senses being absolutely overridden by the persistently sharp shooting pain in his ass. it's time to give up. give in.
- with strained gasps ollie moves himself down onto venetia's unforgiving fingers, "god...i-i'm a liar m'just a fuckfuckfuck dirty little whore who l-lies...please venetia" and with one more harsh push into his prostate, sharp nails grazing at his sides, ollie just wails 😵💫😵💫 back arching as his cum paints his writhing torso...quickly sliding her fingers out of oliver venetia wiped her hands off on her pants before sitting up to tower over ollie once again. "clean yourself up, freak" and then she leaves ollie there on the floor, fucked out, pants strewn across the floor left to deal with himself alone :3
i went crazy with this im so sorry lol i just got caught up with this shit lolzzzz ollie x dom!venetia for lifeeeeee 🤷♀️🤭💖🎀
#here’s a little treat for my dom!venetia lovers#happy valentine’s day losers!#wormswurld answers#ask#ask me anything#wormswurld brainrot 🌟#wormswurld posts 🌟#lgbtqia#saltburn#oliver quick#saltburn posting#felix catton#saltburn 2023#oliver x venetia#venetia catton
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re: raine and hunter bonding over their belos-flavoured trauma, how do you think they discuss palismen?
this is brought by the reveal that raine's violas, like the head of it, is their palisman. but that viola has been smashed open TWICE. we know from owlbert that having a staff cracked hurts, so having what is essentially 90% of your body ripped open has gotta hurt. (hypothetically it might not work the same way but shhh)
palisman are an extension of the self, so to me its a representation of how raine has worked themself to the bone for this revolution, literally becoming a tool of progress. parallel this with hunter and flapjack, as the latter allows the former to be something more than a tool of the empire, a real boy with hopes and dreams.
both of their palismen were hurt by belos, in different ways.
im thinking that if the fox didn't have a staff pre-belos, it was among the first things hunter made when he got his carving technique down. something something moving on something something if not for flapjack at least for someone else.
does this make sense? i am but a seething pot of Themes and Connections
OUGH GOD YOU'RE SO FUCKING RIGHT ABOUT ALL OF THIS. I'M TRYING TO THINK OF SOMETHING USEFUL TO ADD BUT THIS IS ALL SO GOOD I WANT EVERYONE TO SEE IT IMMEDIATELY
i'm really liking the idea of raine's palisman getting to spend some time running around doing silly fox antics and getting into low-stakes trouble once belos is gone bc they've been in disguise for so long that getting to be silly is a Relief. in parallel to raine getting to breathe and relax for the first time in Ages after making sacrifice after sacrifice after sacrifice and being tortured for fuck only knows how long.
also very fond of the mental image of raine's fox often scampering off to be a nuisance to hunter specifically. probably others too like eda and luz and darius and the CATS but hunter more consistently than the others. and the concept that the fox has been left without a staff after damage to the viola is making me crazy
because i IMAGINE that raine's fox keeps gravitating toward hunter out of concern and recognition of his grief, the same way the other palismen do. and i imagine that hunter ranges from irritable to grudgingly accepting of this, because it's very difficult to resist a cute creature who keeps winding around your legs and/or neck like an obnoxious cat. and then upon realizing there's no staff, hunter's entire annoyed demeanor vanishes Immediately, like:
hunter: ...you're hurt??
the fox: ...UH OH. WE AREN'T SUPPOSED TO SHOW EMOTIONAL VULNERABILITY. I GOTTA GO RUN BACK TO RAINE RIGHT NOW IMMEDIATELY
hunter: WHAT. YOU GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE-
and then hunter chases them all the way back to raine, whereupon the convo is just like
hunter: WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ANYONE YOUR PALISMAN IS HURT?????
raine: NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS
hunter: ARE YOU FOR REAL RIGHT NOW. ARE YOU SERIOUS.
raine: OKAY LOOK I. FORGOT TELLING PEOPLE WAS AN OPTION. WE'VE BEEN MANAGING FINE FOR A WHILE. MY HEART STILL SEIZES UP WHEN THEY CLIMB ON MY HEAD WHILE I'M OUT IN PUBLIC WE'RE MANAGING
hunter, clearly having an epiphany: okay but. you guys shouldn't be dealing with stuff alone. there are people who'd want to know
raine, clearly Deeply pained about being called out: i wish this was not so obviously something you need to hear yourself so i could argue with a child instead. ok. perhaps you are right.
hunter: yeah. i am 🥰
and then yeah hunter carves a new staff when he's confident enough. i think it would take a while bc he'd be nervous about screwing it up but raine and their palisman are both incredibly patient so that's fine
incredible content thank you.
#this is all nonsense. but is also canon in my heart#replies#toh#hunter toh#raine whispers#toh fambly
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gonna complain about postal 4 for a bit
so. obviously its buggy. barely fucking functional. standard complaint whatever but i can deal with it. i cant help but wonder if the graphics contribute to this at all. like theyre fine but god its like its trying to be gta. i dont need this. scale it down if you must. this shit is programmed like tumblr
my boy cant walk up stairs without getting stuck and not even for stamina reasons!!
you might call this a skill issue but i didnt have this problem at all while playing the same difficulty in postal 2 (whatever the default is) but like. there are almost no fucking pickups around edensin. am i crazy cause i found next to no pickups. like i am constantly running out of food/ammo/health items literally everything. im switching from weapon to weapon mid fight because i have one bullet left on each. right??? whats more, half the time when i do find pickups (or when kills drop them) i cant fucking pick them up! no idea why! i suspect it has to do with the bumpy terrain but its absurd!!
medkits are so few and far between and theyre in the most obtuse places. i havent played p2 in a while but i Know there were medkits stashed around the battle heavy areas. i remember that!! maybe its just cause the map is so big. so im lettin my boy die fucking constantly on standard difficulty because i bought just barely enough ammo to get through the chore, ran outta health items, and theres no medkits.
the vr tester chore almost broke my fucking computer it was so janky lmao. that was the only time i got the bug where dude falls through the earth upon respawning and i got it multiple times. also it sucked it was lame and boring i almost couldnt do it aha.
this is more of a minor complaint but dudes daily employers who instruct him on what to do during chores were fucking INSUFFERABLE to me. because they would never shut the fuck up!!!!! every few god damn seconds they would come on verbally abusing my husband "uhhhh just in case you forgot what you were doing, you fucking toolbag, you need to do xyz. NOW HURRY UP" thanks guys but no! i didnt forget! im trying to take care of the swarms of guys shooting at my husband because if i dont he will die and go to hell again! thus not completing the task! the swarms of guys shooting at him while he tries to do this shit for you!
i fucking lost it during the dam inspector task. the justin roiland impression was funny during the first cutscene but IMMEDIATELY after that it became so fucking annoying i had to turn the dialogue volume off because it was driving me insane. and that means i also turned down the volume of my beloved dudes kill dialogue!! look what youve made me do!!
that being said i think all the redditors who dislike it and are mean about are loooosers. cope and seethe etc etc etc "ohh this game sucks" yeah. it does.a lot. but my special guy is in it sooooo much and he can wear silly outfits and do emotes and pet doggys and he is soooo cute i love him
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i’m so angry right now it’s insane
my cat threw up on my bed again for the same reason she did yesterday. she drank too much water and then got on my bed and then gagged and threw up like thanks fuck you god dammit
i literally washed and put my sheets on last night im seething and shaking with frustration
it’s also the morning so my night meds haven’t worn off and won’t wear off for another like four to five hours so i’m all sedated whcih like i stated yesterday makes me crazy when i’m sleepy and i just wanted to sleep in but my cat wanted out of my room so i opened my bedroom door and got back in bed and then she drank too much water and came back in and threw up on my bed. now so much for sleeping in. i’m all pissed off and crazy
i feel like i’m going insane. washing my bedding and making my bed is such a huge task, definitely one of the higher spoon tasks i ever have to do, like it takes so much out of me which is why i struggle sometimes with washing my bedding, but i have been forced to wash my sheets four times within the past few weeks because once was just to wash them, then i bled through my clothes shortly after, then a week later tiny threw up on my bed and then only hours later she did the same exact thing and threw up on my bed again
i feel like i’m going insane. what is happening.
i’m so frustrated and tired
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im not gonna do the rant but im thinking about nationalizing industry for the betterment of society and not finding any reasons why we shouldnt.//.
#.//.#anyway we should nationalize like several industries but mainly oil and then after that just energy in general#literally cananda used to own its energy and infrastructure and we sold it all lol#stupid ass fucking country#but anyway if u wanna get mad with me read a guardian article by my boy david graeber from 2014 explaining how banks dont work how u think#and its all cited information from a bank of england quartarley release so its legit#The truth is out: money is just an IOU and the banks are rolling in it#is the name of the article and it links to a video and the other article from the bank of england to futher explain#but all im saying is we literally already have the tools within the banking system to purchase(and/or) seize industry from capital owners#i do lov to be a little bit a theory nerd / lil book worm article guy sometimes because instead of just seething i read someone smart#and then i get to be like ok im literally not fucking crazy smart people know what im talkin bout
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five years too late let’s analyze this. the commentary has gotten me back into gravity falls reigniting thoughts and insights i came to years ago
i love everything about this commentary in general it hits the points of humor, genuine analysis of the characters, but most of all im so glad hirsch addressed that the droid not detecting any fear from dipper here doesnt make any scientific sense because that was a massive CinemaSins moment for me
IDK the fact that dipper can fucking stand after an airship crash because theres a bigger threat at hand is literally one of the defining capabilities owed to adrenaline lol...... IM SORRY im a biopsychology student if i dont point that out iwill seethe and die because that was just . its a grudge ive held for a long time about this episode but didnt rant about because it was something so minor and i’m sure nobody would care.
i was 13 when this episode came out and i’m almost 19 now, i had a special interest in biology and i still do but now i’m actually having college classes in biopsychology so i can give my arguments more oomph now. and i have to say, now that i know more about the brain and autonomic nervous system the more this scene bugs me, if that was even possible. and it says a lot of dipper and ford’s relationship.
if dipper clearly wasnt calm before, why would he be now just because he’s put up an outwardly confident facade? before he was in the flight but now hes in the fight. my boy just rode on top of a spaceship by nothing but a magnet gun that could detach at any time if it failed and then the ship crashed, he sustained injuries, is in emotional turmoil because he thinks his uncle is Fucking Dead and the threat of a security droid that detects adrenaline is on his tail and produces a Big Fucking Gun in response to dipper saying “i hAvE a MaGNeT gUn” and hes screaming and has his teeth clenched but sure there’s no adrenaline coursing through his body in that moment i can totally believe that
when dipper asks what happened, ford says “the orb didn’t detect any chemical signs of fear, it assumed the threat was neutralized and self-disassembled” but i don’t think measuring someone’s heartbeat alone is particularly relevant in detecting ... chemical signs of fear?? they dont really tell you this shit but noradrenaline (and maybe adrenaline too if the acetylcholine from sympathetic outflow always activates the adrenal medulla??, theres two pathways) is always active in small quantities to make sure your parasympathetic nervous system doesnt slow your heart to dangerous levels on its own, regardless of your emotions. it’s just a homeostatic mechanism. your sympathetic and parasympathetic nervous systems are CONSTANTLY modulating control of your organs on a see-saw, literally with every breath you take. simply standing upright causes specialized mechanoreceptor neurons in blood vessels to signal your brain to project signals to release catecholamines via the sympathetic nervous system to constrict your blood vessels so that blood is able to reach your brain and not pool in your legs. i have a deficiency in my body’s ability to adapt to this which is why i know so much about it. if i stand up my heart races to compensate. i’m not feeling fear, my body is just adjusting—albeit grossly and incompetently lol.
but what im saying here is that the security system is flawed. it’s a cool idea to have security droids detect fear, but in practice by detecting adrenaline, and not even directly by detecting the molecule itself—it’s done in a roundabout way by reading the heartbeat, could be a recipe for false alarms. like what if someone’s on beta-blockers. that’s not really an adequate way to measure “fear”; there’s so many variables that could interfere with the measurement the farther you abstract from what you’re really trying to detect. and besides, adrenaline is NOT just a sign of fear, it’s just for preparing the body for action. i know the sympathetic nervous system and adrenaline is constantly linked with the “fight-or-flight” reaponse to a stressor, but 99.9% of the time the sympathetic nervous system is used in your life is to balance out your parasympathetic nervous system to maintain homeostatic equilibrium for mundane things.
i think detecting amygdalar activation would be more efficient in detecting fear. the amygdala sends projections to the hypothalamus which then in turn modulates the autonomic nervous systems. but the amygdala is intensely activated specifically in response to a fear-inducing stimulus (it does activate in response to other emotions but they’re mostly negative and is most activated by startle and fear), and wouldnt be highly activated by many other confounding variables like measurement of the heartbeat could be. the amygala is one of the first stops directly from external stimuli.
to show you how integrated the amygdala is as the first step in registering fear after receiving input from sensory stimuli let’s look at the auditory-amygdala connection for example
see how the auditory thalamus projects to the primary auditory cortex and auditory association cortex? the cortex is where conscious awareness of what the stimuli is comes from. this is the “high road”. it goes sensing -> perception -> emotional response. but sometimes you can be startled without even processing what it is you’re sensing, like the startle response of an alarm or a phone ringing in a quiet house before you even register what it is. this goes sensing -> emotional response, without perception happening until after you’ve already felt the startle. that’s when it takes the “low road”. here’s a simplified version:
even if that were the case with these droids though it’s obvious dipper is still fearful on some level here. his body language, voice, expressions all give it away. for the amygdala, aggression isnt too off from fear so it would be detected equally.
the reason this is so important is because ford uses this as evidence for why dipper is special, “i did it?” “you did it. this is what i was talking about, how many 12 year olds do you think are capable of doing what you’ve just done?”
but like....did he really? i’m not saying this to shoot dipper down or make him out to be more of a wuss, he was incredibly strong-willed here and i dont want to take that away from him because it WAS growth on his part. but the underlying psychophysiological reactions of aggression and fear shouldn’t be that different and this was a total asspull. maybe the droid was so old that it fucked up. maybe dipper being covered in grime and dirt made it harder for the droid to measure the correct heart rate through photoplethysmography (im assuming since they use a camera and are non-contact).
and in all honesty everything i just said brings into question the interpersonal healthiness of ford’s judgements, what he thinks, his expectations, and how he communicates that. in this video alex already talks about how ford is projecting onto dipper. and i think ford may be projecting his expectations for himself onto people who are not him, and the fact that it’s on dipper here makes it far more unfortunate. you realize how much this boy idolizes ford, right? how much impressions matter? dipper even tells himself before he leaves in this same episode, “all right dipper, this is your first big mission with great uncle ford. don’t mess this up.”
even though it’s unstated, the implicit message dipper is perceiving from ford based on their dynamic is: “do you have what it takes for me to be proud of you?” and to accomplish this he must be like ford, even though he’s clearly not and he knows this. he says “i don’t think have what it takes. i was tricked by bill, i was wrong about stan’s portal, heck, i can’t even operate this magnet gun right.” then, by simple chance without even knowing what he did, he activates the magnet gun and pulls out the adhesive, which immediately takes the focus away from what dipper was telling ford about his feelings of inadequacy to ford saying, “yes! dipper, you found the adhesive!”
these thoughts of dipper’s hang in the air without resolve or comment from ford. we don’t know what ford would have said. but it then becomes painfully self-evident in the scene immediately after when the droids emerge and ford tells dipper, “they’re security droids and they detect adrenaline. you simply have to not feel any fear and they won’t see you”, to which dipper replies with an exasperated (and rightful) “WHAT?”
dipper goes in a panic trying to indirectly tell his uncle that this isn’t something he can do. and he is completely right and valid to be freaked out by that full stop. that IS crazy. you can’t control your fear. you can control how you interpret that fear in your higher brain regions but the physiological changes will stick around for longer than it takes to cognitively calm down. it’s easy for me to detach from my emotions to analyze them, but being able to do this does not come naturally for everyone. even i have an irrational fear of wasps and i can’t control it by detaching myself, my body is just automatically primed to get the fuck out of there. i know it’s stupid and i know it’s irrational and isn’t helpful to get myself worked up but i literally can’t stop how my body reacts no matter how i cognitively think about it. expecting composure from dipper in a situation like this when he’s being made to consciously be aware of his anxiety is absolutely fucking insane. look what you did, placing these cruel expectations on him, now he’s afraid of being afraid! this isn’t a case where two wrongs cancel out, they just stack on top of each other.
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there’s a good reason these scenes were put side by side but it seems up until now it had remained unanalyzed.
what dipper fears from ford is disappointment. not living up to his uncle’s (quite frankly badly placed) expectations for a twelve year old with anxiety. not once did ford say or subliminally communicate “i don’t expect you to be able to do what i can since you are not as experienced as i am and that’s perfectly okay, no judgements”. you don’t put a child on bike before training wheels. you don’t throw a kid into a swimming pool without giving them swimming lessons. the way ford is doing it, there’s no room for trial and error or mistakes that are an opportunity to grow and learn; instead, it’s life or death. he only seems to pride dipper on what he can do while ignoring the underlying struggles that plague him and never making it known it’s okay for dipper to fail in front of his hero and that he won’t think anything less of him for it.
and that’s why i found the ending scene for dipper and ford’s adventure in this episode to feel so.. wrong. on a scientific and social level. because by the sound of it ford focused more on what dipper had done to dismantle the droid (the droid not detecting any fear) instead of how dipper displayed love and protection for him even if he was truly afraid. what if the science was accurate and the droid detected adrenaline while dipper was confidently standing up for his uncle. would ford still be proud of him regardless?
#can you tell how i’m similar to ford but also so different like i said in that other post lol#gravity falls#analysis#dipper pines#stanford pines#long post#gf#gravity falls meta
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Ooo I’m always a sucker for soul eater au’s, even if they aren’t that common. tell us more abt Ingo’s no good v bad day?
VERRRRY EVIL LAUGHTER OHOHO..YOU WISH TO HEAR OF IT?! then i will gladly inform you omg <3 glad youre enjoying this madness lmao (throws formal writing at the floor and it shatters. this ones go crazy go stupid super-specific stuff im going feral. also its 3 am and i do what i want)
technically its. ingos no good very bad day(s) bc it happens TWICE bc ingo is Silly and has Trauma from Bullies!!!!
tldr: elesa scrapes emmet against ingo The Wrong Way, ingo gets Fucked Up, he doesnt tell her, she does it AGAIN before he heals properly, emmet says FUCK this and tells her, she cries a lot abt it, ingo feels bad but is glad it wont be happening again, and then later on ingo n emmet teach elesa how to do it The Right Way
too long read it anyways: beneath this read more!! This Is Gonna Get Long (by the way, warning up ahead! ingos side literally gets Shredded so a minor gore warning? its described vaguely but theres some creepy skin stuff)
later ill be copy pasting a Written Out section from my doc that i couldnt do justice to again but for now ill pull from my brain instead
the beginning of all of this happens when the trio are surrounded by madmen that are too powerful for them to subdue. theyre out of options, and emmet and ingo start thinkin'
back when they lived in aniville (did i mention they still come from aniville? and still like trains? anyways ive mentioned it now), they were often accosted by bullies. they were twins who were Autistic, in a Tiny Town, and then inevitably, known to be weapons as well. this brought them a Lot of negative attention (a lot of which ingo tried to keep emmet safe from). when they were surrounded, theyd scrape a rock against the other (or emmet against a rock more like, in his case) and like. yknow OW thats an AWFUL fucking sound Goodbye
at the time, they thought it would be simple for elesa to figure out. that she could scrape the two of them together, and do it right, and not hurt them.
they were 14, and they forgot elesa didnt know emmets blade like it was her own, or ingos blade like it was her own.
(she didnt even have a blade.)
so they tell her about it, and tell her to scrape emmet against ingo.
but shes panicking, and the easiest way to scrape emmet against ingo is back to side.
emmets back is sharp.
the noise is very, very loud. loud enough for them to escape. louder than it should be, emmet thinks.
his back hurts.
when he tries to reach out to ingos soul, he gets nothing.
nothing but a hiss of pain.
oh.
when emmet transforms but simply asks for ingo, and emmet says ingos simply tired when elesa asks, she doesnt think much of it. (only 14, new to this, doesnt know that staying in weapon form takes more energy than getting out of it.)
when ingo doesnt show for a while, and emmet says ingos just tired, elesa tries not to think much of it.
emmet is seething.
on the way home, he told ingo to tell her.
he hadnt transformed back. emmet couldnt carry him otherwise.
ingo refused. refused despite the roughness of his blade, refused despite the chips taken out of his metal.
two days later, when ingo had finally woken up again, emmet pleaded with him, asked him why he didnt want to tell her.
because she might get rid of us, he said simply. and his voice was quiet, and it wasnt right. because it saved us. because it was necessary.
over and over. every excuse.
he didnt want to give her any reason to throw them away.
they were already twin weapons, already a bit too mad.
he had taken the brunt of all the bullying, over the years, for emmets sake, but it had taken its toll.
he believed in emmets worth, wholeheartedly. he believed they were strong together.
he thought, just a little, that he was the weak link.
months later, once ingo had almost healed, once elesa had forgotten about the moment entirely, they were sent with drayden as their leader along with some other teams their age to group-tackle a mission to subdue a good lot of madmen, as a learning experience.
they got separated from their group. elesa grew desperate.
she stood behind her cover, and straightened up, and held ingo a little flatter.
emmet shouted, tried to stop her-
she scraped emmet against ingo, and the sound resonated back in her soul.
is that pain?
ingo cried out, and emmet shouted, and elesa was silently terrified as she ran.
what did she just do?
and now. presenting,,the section ive copy-pasted from my doc bc im not rewriting this its already decent
(uhhh. ok including some stuff mentioned above bc its good writingtm and if im copy pasting you all should see it. and maybe doctored to be better idk well see this post is hella more freeform than the others)
of course, elesa did not mean to hurt them.
of course, she still made the mistake of scraping them incorrectly.
of course, ingo is afraid to make her feel bad for it.
and of course, emmet does not give a single shit. (well, he gives enough to not mention it the first time, because ingo is hurt, and hes a little too worried to be angry at anyone.)
(besides, having your back scraped against anything doesnt feel the best either…especially when it means your blade is being dulled.)
what this all results in is emmets back being sore,
and ingos side being ripped to shreds.
it turns out raw, like a layer of skin or two has been ripped away, and a few spots where there are full chunks taken out of his side.
this reflects in a rougher surface on his blade, and few shreds of metal being torn out.
the roughness heals with time, as does the rawness on his side.
the chunks heal with time, as well, though scars are left behind.
the chunks taken out of the blade never go away. (because ingo never forgets. because ingo is admittedly terrified of the thought. because ingo hates that his brother hurt him, that elesa hurt him, that he couldnt tell her at first for fear of being blown off, or hated.
because the scars stay.)
so in the end, they dont mention it.
and in the end, a good 4 months later, once ingos wounds have healed (for the most part) and theyre in a similar situation, elesa goes to do the same thing.
emmet tries to stop her. ingo grits his teeth.
ingo cries out in pain, this time, and emmet cries out in turn, and elesa is alarmed, but still moves to get out of the area before enemies they cant handle find out they can handle them.
the moment theyve made their way to a far away forest, where the madmen (who barely have a mind of their own) surely cant find them, emmet is transforming back, and carefully snatching ingo out of her hands.
he carefully avoids the blade, instead working at her fingers to make her drop it so he can hold the hilt instead.
she stares blankly as emmet holds ingo close to himself, baring the edge elesa scraped emmet against. after a moment, his gaze turns a little darker, and he hides ingo beneath his coat.
Elesa opens and closes her mouth a few times. She's hurt him, she doesn't know how, but…"Is…is Ingo al-"
"No!" Emmet interrupts, voice louder than she'd ever heard it, frown baring teeth and gaze hard as stone. His voice was still monotone, but only almost. Anger leaked in, somehow, in a way she'd never heard.
She steps back, just a little.
"I…did I do something…?" She asks, voice weak, faltering under Emmet's stony gaze.
Emmet stares back, and she hears, faintly, Ingo pleading for Emmet not to yell at her, that she didn't mean to.
"You should not even be talking," he says quietly, and Ingo stops.
"...Emmet?" Elesa says again.
He takes a shaky breath in, and looks her in the eyes.
"What do you think happens when you scrape the sharp part of a blade against the blunt part of another?"
Her eyes widen.
Ingo…he'd screamed, earlier, hadn't he? And Emmet had yelled, too-
"I…" There's nothing she can really say. She reaches forward, just a little, and takes her hand back when Emmet steps backwards in response. "I…I'm so sorry…" She finally said, voice soft, eyes filled with tears. "I had no idea…"
Emmet paused.
Elesa finally started crying, drawing back, looking away.
She hated to cry in front of others. She'd told them that much, by now.
And much, much more.
She could be trusted, he thought.
Ingo muttered the same, still hurting, but conscious nonetheless.
"Can I…" Elesa started, pausing to sniffle. "Can I at least see what I've done?"
Emmet carefully pulled Ingo out from beneath his coat, holding out Ingo's injured side.
She sobbed.
Chunks of metal, taken out. A rougher surface, visible even to the untrained eye.
"Did this happen…"
Emmet nodded, frown softer now, but still a little angry. "Ingo forced me not to tell you." He paused. "I…I am not truly mad."
And she turned up to him, and blinked.
"It is not truly your fault. You did not know. I…I am mad you did not notice him hurting. And I am mad Ingo did not let me tell you." He pulled Ingo closer to him again. "Just please, do not do it again."
She nodded, over and over, falling to the ground.
Emmet kneeled to the ground with her.
Ingo muttered that he would be alright between them, voice quiet.
After a long while, Elesa crying and apologizing, Ingo asking her not to, Emmet simply sitting there, she looked up at Emmet.
"Are you alright?"
He smiled, but it was small. "My back is a little sore. Ingo is hurt far more."
She looked down to where Ingo had been set on the grass, injured edge face up. "Why is he still…?"
"He would be much harder to carry," Emmet said simply. "And he cannot walk. We learned that the hard way last time."
She turned away, and said quietly, "I can't believe I did that to you two twice. Without even noticing."
'It is alright,' Ingo spoke, quieter than he ever had been or ever would be. 'I am the one who chose not to tell you.'
"...can I hold him?" Elesa asked, knowing Emmet would care far more than Ingo would.
Emmet nodded, and Elesa carefully held him by the hilt, a hand supporting his uninjured side.
"I am so sorry," she said softly, yet again.
'You have promised not to do it again,' Ingo said softly, reaching out to her soul just a little, 'and that is enough for me.'
She laughed, a little broken. "I doubt it's enough for Emmet."
She looked up to him.
He looked away.
"I…I am still very angry."
"I used you to hurt him," she said simply. "I would be, too."
And he looked back.
"But you did not mean to. And Ingo kept it from you. And he is alright."
He set a hand on Elesa's, the one holding Ingo's hilt.
"I am still very angry," he said again, and his voice was still monotone, and his eyebrows were still furrowed, but his eyes were soft, and his frown was more worried than anything else. "But not expressly at you. You are forgiven. As long as you do not do it again."
She nodded, and kept nodding, and laughed, relieved. "Ok. Ok."
Soon enough, the team they'd been separated from (and who had heard the noise, scraping and loud but wrong, the weapons of them hearing the scream from another soul like theirs) found them, and soon enough, Elesa was forced forward to explain, having already given Ingo to Emmet to keep safe.
Emmet walked forward, showing the damage, as well as the remains of the last time showing through.
Their honorary uncle, teacher of the school, and demanded leader of the mission (he wasn't letting his boys go out there on their own if there were others going, too), Drayden, gave a gasp. "Are the wounds from that time also…?"
Elesa nodded, head tilted down, eyes hidden behind her hat.
Her hiccups were still audible.
"Elesa did not know," Emmet defended.
They all turned to him, including Elesa.
"I wanted to tell her, of course. But Ingo thought she'd think us weak."
'It saved us,' Ingo added, voice weak. 'If it was necessary…'
"You would do anything if it was necessary," Emmet snapped.
Ingo quieted.
"...sorry," Emmet muttered.
'I know.'
"I didn't know," Elesa said. "But I should've noticed he was hurt regardless."
Emmet and Drayden gave a laugh.
When she turned, the latter gave another chuckle. "That boy could hide a broken arm if he wanted to."
Her eyes widened when Emmet laughed again.
"He has."
Drayden spluttered a little at that one; everyone got a good laugh, at the least.
"She has promised not to do it again," Emmet added. "It is water under the bridge."
She gave a weak laugh. "Then why'd you make me explain?"
"Because you did it," Emmet said, smile a little cold, eyes closed. "And I am still a little angry at you and Ingo."
After a moment, Drayden held a hand out. "May I hold him?"
Emmet relinquished Ingo easily to the man.
Drayden held him just as carefully, one hand on the hilt and one under the unharmed side.
The other kids (this was supposed to be rather easy, but they all ended up retreating and leaving it to stronger teams) started whispering around them.
One said something like 'what a weak weapon'.
Elesa and Emmet turned to stare coldly.
Drayden frowned, disappointed.
She shied away.
Another muttered 'won't staying like that hurt him?' and Emmet flinched.
Drayden gave a sigh. "Ana has a point." A weapon himself, one who wielded himself without a meister, knew this well.
Emmet's hand flew to his mouth. "I…it's so easy for us these days, I almost forgot…"
Elesa turned to Drayden. "Is staying in his weapon form hurting him?"
Drayden hummed, worried and deep in his chest. "It's expending a lot of energy and focus…and probably isn't the best for his wound."
'...it will bleed if I transform…' Ingo said. His voice was shaky.
Emmet made a pained noise in the back of his throat.
"I'll be here to carry you," Drayden said, voice gentle, but sure.
After a long moment, Ingo transformed.
And once the light faded, he laid in Drayden's arms, already unconscious.
Emmet walked forward, and picked up Ingo's hand, dangling over the side of Drayden's hold. "He wasn't allowing himself to pass out so he wouldn't transform."
Drayden nodded.
Everyone went quiet. Elesa walked forward and put a reassuring hand on Emmet's shoulder.
Drayden finally turned, Emmet and Elesa turning with him. "We should get back to the school. He can be treated there."
Emmet never let go of Ingo's hand, and Elesa never let go of Emmet's shoulder.
Drayden made sure his hold was firm, that he carefully avoided touching Ingo's right side (luckily the one that was facing away from Drayden, since he was holding Ingo's uninjured side in the first place).
The school nurse was able to learn what had happened this time, Elesa accompanying Emmet and Ingo as well.
She got a bit of a chewing out-'be careful with the blades of your weapons, even when it comes to each other'-but it was more about being careful than being truly bad to her weapons.
Emmet kept insisting she didn't know.
Drayden affirmed it, having come with.
The nurse dropped it rather quickly, but still made sure Elesa knew to be careful.
Once she was gone, and it was just Drayden, Elesa, and Emmet, Elesa stared, with hollow eyes, at Ingo's unconscious form.
And she asked again, "How didn't I notice?"
Emmet gave a quiet laugh. "We are verrrry good at lying when we need to."
Ingo hadn't woken up by the time they left. (Emmet stayed, the nurse having given up trying to drive either of them away at this rate.)
After a 30 minute wait the next day, though, Ingo opened his eyes.
Elesa apologized, over and over and over, and Ingo simply smiled, tiny but real.
"It's not your fault," he said, again and again. "I kept it from you. You are an excellent meister. I could never blame you."
Years later, after a few too many run ins with situations where it would save them a lot of trouble, and with the knowledge that it could be done right, Ingo convinced Emmet to have them teach Elesa how to do it right.
Luckily, Drayden had gifted them replicas of their weapon form for their most recent birthday, on the grounds of 'never forgetting who they were'.
(The chips in Ingo's sword were built in, perfect replicas that they were.
He laughed when he first saw it.
They were like prizes now, reminders of Elesa's care for them, reminders that he still had his own mind, even as a weapon.
He had always taken the brunt of bullying for Emmet.
He had always wondered about his worth just a little more.
After all of that, he could be just a little more sure of it, instead.)
They were a perfect way to show her how it was done.
Once they'd figured it out themselves, they booked an open Saturday for all three, and set out to Elesa's apartment to invite her to the training ground in DWMA.
Their first lesson: side against side.
This was the hardest.
Emmet's side is rather small, and unless you know his blade very very well, it's hard to remember where it is without looking for quite a while.
Inevitably, though, she could do that.
The second lesson, and pleaded for by Emmet: for the love of Arceus, lower your pressure.
Part of what made both incidents so damaging was the sheer pressure Elesa used when pressing down.
This was the easiest part to get down.
The third, and final, lesson: be sure, but not hasty. If you stutter, it doesn't make the right noise. If you're too fast, though, you risk damaging the blades in the process.
After a few weeks, Elesa training in her own time, she asked to try again.
When they paused in return, she promised to be gentle at first, promised she knew what she was doing now.
They agreed.
She did it gently, at first, for the first 50 rounds.
On the 51st, she did it the way she had been.
An awful noise rang through the clearing.
Both weapons cheered, Ingo giving a loud 'Bravo!!'
Neither had been harmed.
After some more training, and once they weren't afraid of it, Emmet and Ingo got talking, once they'd gotten home.
The next time the three trained together, they asked Elesa to try again, saying they wanted to try something.
She simply shrugged and held her hands out for them as they transformed.
When she scraped Emmet against Ingo, the awful noise echoed throughout the clearing in a way it hadn't before, bouncing roughly off of her soul.
They apologized for that, admitting they didn't mean for it to affect her, as well; she just shook her head, saying she was used to the sound by now, asking them how they'd done it.
They transformed back, explaining the process of bouncing the sound between each other and out into other souls in the area.
She was very impressed.
Drayden was cheering them on for it within the hour, having been called over to see by his excited nephews (and honorary niece).
you have made it to the realm of non copy pasted stuff! i added the part where they train her how to do it right instead of writing that part again bc its 3 am and it was already good
okok. more fun non copy-paste stuff (that i discarded and had to rewrite UGHHHHH)
once ingo has healed and been sent home, and once drayden has the time, he comes over to visit.
He asks Emmet to leave the two of them alone (just for a small while, he promises, when the boy hesitates-caring as ever, the both of them, same as they've always been), and sits down on the twins' couch, ignoring the creak when he sits down (but revelling in the snort Ingo makes as he does).
And, after a moment, he asks Ingo to look at him, turning as he does.
Grey eyes stare up into his, focusing intently.
"If your meister dismisses you when you tell them they have harmed you," he begins, slow and methodic, words to live by being spoken, words to respect, "they should not be your meister. And if your fellow weapon dismisses you when you tell them you are harmed, they should not be your fellow weapon."
Grey eyes stare up back at him, glassy.
He pauses for a long moment.
These are words to let sink in, words to remember.
They are a lesson he learned the hard way, words he should've lived by.
There is more than one reason he now wields himself, this among the many.
They are words he taught himself, words he teaches many, whenever he has the chance.
Ingo nods, firm and sure, after a moment.
He recognizes that, that they are words to live by.
He figures he won't need them, with people like Emmet and Elesa around.
But they will stay safe in his heart regardless.
n e ways. its 3:50 am PASKSKD and i had to rewrite it so srry if it looks fucky ^^' however that's it for our midnight-4 am soul eater au post bonanza!! gn everybody lmao
#AUGGGHHH JTS 4 AM..THIS TOOK SO LONG#thank you for asking abt ingos no good very bad days tho anon the drayden part was fun to write#and even the copy pasted stuff is just fun to show off!!#also srry if the twins characterization feels Off theyre supposed to be 14 but like. shrugs idk i did my darndest#regardless. ITS 4 AM!!! i hope everyone likes this but i am GOING TO SLEEP!! gn lmao#pokemon#submas#soul eater au#trash talks
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Keith (Voltron)- Heat Season
EDIT- I took off the “AU” part because I legit forgot what I was doing lol. No AU here
Hey hey! ANON ASKS
omg. can u do a keith x reader mating szn smut? like it’s his first heat so he locked himself away(f’s in the chat for keith) but the reader went to check on him not knowing a thing(gasp!). keith rlly do be rough at first bc he’s not thinkin straight but then becomes more ✨passionate✨ rough smut at first, then some tenderness(like my dino nuggets. lmao im 20), but then heated passionate smut. *chefs kiss* oui oui baggett
Keith from Voltron?....Cuz that’s what I’m doing for my mental health....And I’m going to hope and pray that’s what you wanted....cuz im doing it. Prepare your diddly hole....that sounded wrong. Hope you like it!
BTW You caught me on an off day, but I didn’t wanna leave you hanging.
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Leggo!
...
You were confused as to why everyone had insisted you go check up on Keith. Then again the last thing you said to him before he locked himself in his room for 3 days was.
“Wow, it’s so hot in here. I need to change out of these clothes.”
It was a throwaway comment that usually earned you a laugh or two from him. Only this time, it ended with him taking one look at you, and zooming off. Three whole days since then and it felt like you were the only one who wasn’t aware of what was going through his head.
So here you were, standing outside his door. You hesitated for a while, frozen in place.
“He’s your friend.” you declared. “You can do this!” you nodded with determination. You slowly raised your hand and knocked.
“Fuck!” you heard on the other side. “W-Who’s there!”
“It’s me?” you answered, slowly becoming unsure. “Is it a bad time?”
“Y/N!” he grunted. “What are you doing here?”
“I wanted to check on you! P-please let me in.” you sighed.
“Y/N! It isn’t safe for you to be here!” he sounded in pain.
“Keith! It’s either you let me in or I melt the door down!” you warned. "I have a lighter on me, don’t test whether or not I’m serious.”
Suddenly the door slid open. Without another thought you walked in. His room looked normal. “Keith?”
Just as you got in, the door slammed shut, making you jump. A shirtless Keith stumbled out of the bathroom. His face was completely red and he was sweating. Without a pause, you rushed over to him.
“Y/N!” Keith shuddered. “P-please don’t-”
“Keith!” you cut him off. “You’re burning up!” you put a hand on his forehead. For some reason, he leaned into your touch. He shuddered, his eyes glazing over slowly. This was a side of his you’ve never seen before.
It wasn’t long bore you managed to connect the dots. You couldn’t stop the blush from rising onto your face. “Oh.” was all you could say.
“Y/N...” he dropped to his knees. “I’m so sorry.” he whimpered. “It’s...t-too much.” he moaned. “I didn’t want to scare you.”
He rested his head against your stomach. “I want you so bad.” he cried. Like literally cried. “I c-can’t control it.” he whimpered.
“Keith? Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve helped you, I could’ve-.”
“The only reason I didn’t tell you was because in order to calm it down...I’d have to...have my way with the object of my aggression.” you could tell he was very ashamed. It then dawned on you what he meant when he said he wanted you.
“And...that’s me?” you clarified, voice shaking.
He buried his face into your stomach, tightening his grip around you. “Yes...”
“...Then do it.” you found yourself saying. This caused him to look up in surprise.
“You just made a big mistake, Y/N.” he glowered. A sadistic smile arose on his face. “You just opened yourself up to me.” he scrambled to his feet. Before you knew it, you felt your back hit the door. “Which means I can do whatever I want to you now.”
Keith grabbed a handful of your hair in his fist and bought your lips to his. You winced in pain, feeling him tighten his grip, as if he was scared to let you go. He must have detected this because he moved his hand to the side of your neck.
Your body was flush against the wall and he was pressed against you, covering your body like a blanket. He yanked himself away from you and hoisted you up.
Keith carried you to his bed and practically threw you on the plush surface. In that instant, the tables were flipped. Instead of looking up at you through hooded eyes with a shameful gaze, it was you who was now looking up at him. Keith stared down at you with a glare. You probably looked ridiculous, but you didn’t care.
“How do you want me?” you found yourself asking.
“Fuck.” he whimpered. Just hearing you say that sent him crazy. He could smell sex coming off you, and he wanted to get his hands on you. His mouth, his dick, whatever he could touch you with. He could barely gather his thoughts. Every corner of his mind was occupied by visions of you, imagines, of you, thoughts of you. “Clothes...off...now.”
He didn’t wait for you, instead he ripped your shirt down the back, tearing it to shreds. He gently pushed on your chest, sending you down. Your back in the bed and you didn’t dare try and sit up.
“Is this a good time to mention I went commando today?” you asked aloud. Keith stopped everything he was doing and looked at you. He was expressionless. He didn’t say a word.
“...You’re not wearing any underwear?” he glowered.
“No?” you trailed off. “I didn’t do my laundry.” you admitted.
The remained of your shirt fell in a pool around you. You and Keith had a stare-down, that glossy look returning to his eyes. He hooked his fingers around the hem of your pants and yanked them down. As expected, you were completely exposed to him. No undergarment in sight. Your smell filled his nostrils.
He instantly began fumbling with his pants, unable to control himself anymore. He could see that you were already excited down there and he was growing inpatient.
He grabbed hold of your thighs and thrust himself into your tightness, earning a surprised moan from you. You felt better than he thought you would. You fit him perfectly, like a sheath built for a special type of sword.
“Fu-...Ungh...-” He could barely make words as he pumped into your wetness. “Y/N.” he grunted. “You’re mine.” he growled. “Mine. If anyone else touches you after today, they’ll have me to answer to.” he croaked.
You were at a point where you couldn’t make any words, your body had reacted to him in a way where you felt like a slave to his touch. Was is pheromones? It was probably pheromones...you’d have to ask later.
“I wanna- I wanna kiss you.” Keith fought to speak as he slammed his hands on either side of your head. As promised, he lazily crashed his mouth over yours. His kiss was sloppy and lazily, his lips leaving a thin line of drool as he kissed down your neck.
He rolled his hips against yours, groaning at each thrust. At this rate, he wouldn’t be able to last long. That didn’t stop him from speeding up.
“Y/N.” he moaned again. With each sloppy thrust, his name left your lips, sounding more and more guttural before he spilled into you. He yanked his length out of your hole, splattering the entire front of your body in his cum.
You looked like a pretty sight. You were officially marked by him. When you looked up, that hungry gaze was still strewn across his face. You noticed his eyes were still focused on your heat. His tongue darted out to lick his lips.
He met your eyes for a split second before giving you a lewd smirk. He winked at you before scooting back to lay on his stomach.
“K-keith. We just fin-ISHED.” you tried to say. Keith had attached his mouth to your sensitive bundle of nerves.
“I know.” he stopped to speak for a bit. “I didn’t feel you cum for me though.”
“You can tell?!” you look down surprised. No, you didn’t fake it...but you didn’t think he would go this mile.
“Of course I can fucking tell...you’re mine remember?” he giggled before lashing his mouth against you again. You could feel tears of pleasure welling up at the corners of your eyes. Your fists clenched the sheets under you. It was like he had full control of you. You felt his fingers pump into you again, fucking his cum back into you. (I’m such a thot omg)
Your orgasm came like an avalanche. A mixture of loud cries and moans ripped through the air. Surely anyone who had been around could hear.
You were just worried about what would happen tomorrow.
...
“NOT A WORD!” you threateningly held up a butter knife to Lance not even three hours later.
“Just saying...I was on the other side of the-”
“SHUT UP!” you cut him off.
“...Was he good though?”
“I said shut up!” you groaned, feeling your face heat up in embarrassment.
“I’m just saying...those hickeys aren’t gonna heal for a while.” he shrugged, laughing out loud as he walked away.
“Fuck me!” you seethed, trailing your fingers over your aching skin.
“What was that?” Keith seemingly appeared out of nowhere. You dropped the butter knife, feeling his broad chest up against your back. “Did you say to-”
“In the kitchen though?!” you squeaked. “Bad dog! Very bad!” you whimpered, melting into his touch anyways.
“Don’t worry, it only lasts a week.” he giggled in your ear.
A week...lord help you.
“Maybe longer if I like you enough.”
....Fuck
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Kakashi and/or Yamato NSFW headcannons? I high key love ur blog btw 🥺✨❤
A/N: UHM YES LETS DOOOO THIS I LOVE YOU BTW AND THANK YOU!! <3 Yamato and Kakashi are like.. my favs. So thank you. I wrote for both of them!
Another side note: I decided to post some requests b4 my angsts bc Im almost done them and I can't neglect them anymore. I am the worlds biggest procrastinator, but I am trying my best.
✎ NSFW (Yamato, Kakashi)
Kakashi
I mentioned this before but both him and Yamato are touch starved. The only difference is that Kakashi needs it more. Like Yamato can control himself a little bit at least, but not Kakashi. Like if he’s gone on a mission longer than 3 days Kakashi is losing his mind.
Best horny Kakashi is horny Kakashi after reading his nasty books. Hands down. Man, it just gets him so worked up because he’s not imagining the characters in the books. Noooo. He’s imagining you and him.
Once when he was reading Icha Icha in bed he was reading a particularly nasty chapter I hope you know where this is going... Once the chapter was done he put the book down and looked over at you like all sly and shit. All the sudden he’s like “come sit on my face.” And the way he says it is so like.. idk how to describe it, but it’s like sly and cocky and curious all at once.
First time you ever sat on his face and it was the closest thing that you’ve ever gotten to heaven girl. Like you were seeing stars.
He’s into anything and everything tbh. Wants to try everything he reads in Icha Icha for himself. Which is amazing bc there’s always something new he wants to try. Everytime.
Loves pet names. Definitely calls you a whole dictionary full of them and they vary depending on what you two are doing exactly.
He likes giving oral a lot tbh. Like a lot a lot. It’s probably bc he knows he’s so damn good at it lmfoaoaoao. He’s read this stuff a hundred times over in his books, so he knows how his tongue should be moving and all that good stuff. Wants you to sit on his face all the time bc he likes how good it makes you feel. Also, likes when you are vocal.
Likes lingerie but he will have it off you in 0.5 seconds so he can drill your shit tbh. You’d have to swat his hands away from trying to peel them off, but you can’t keep them away for more than 5 minutes.
Such a tease. He won’t admit it, but he actually likes making you cry when you're getting it on lol. Just a little. It makes him feel like he’s living out a scene in one of his books and it makes him so much hornier. Like he’s probably denied you 10 times now and so you’re just a mess and he gets so carried away. But when he finally gives in it’s the best dick ever. Bye lol.
Will want to do sooo much nasty things in public. He’d actually be good at hiding what the two of you are doing though, for the most part. I don’t think he’d do anything super crazy though. Mostly things that work you up to get prepared for when you two go home.
Has definitely done it with you in a public washroom. Clamped his hand on your mouth so you wouldn’t get caught and girl he rocked your shit good.
Kakashi is both an ass and tits guy, but you know what he likes better? Thighs. Loves having them wrapped around him, straddling him, lol likes his face being between them and anywhere he can grip them tbh. Like even in public he’ll have a hand somehow on your thigh 24/7. Doesn’t matter if their chubby, small, whatever. He. loves. them. Also loves hips.
Doesn’t mind if you ever wanna take the lead. Go down on him after he comes back from a mission. Shower w him, take a bath with him, literally just do it. But take care of him good. He will repay you later.
I don’t think he’s loud. Probably likes giving you validation a lot, but you’ll only get some noises out of him. That doesn’t mean he isn’t enjoying himself bc he is, my goooosh he is.
However, after missions he’s just too tired to stop himself and he will get a lottt more vocal. Plus it’s his tired voice so it’s 10x more attractive. Lots of Groans.
So like I said, he may not be loud but look at his face. You can tell he’s enjoying himself by his facial expression. Like if his eyes are squeezed shut and his mouth is open slightly you are making him see stars. Or if he’s really focused and intent, that’s when he is doing something he just read about in one of his books and boy is he enjoying it. Orrr if hes got a cocky smirk that’s when you know he’s gonna tease the life out of you.
Has dealt with Naruto, Sakura, Sai and Sasukes attitude problems all day. So if you wanna try and give him some at home he will lack the patience. Will be so rough and you’ll like it, but it will hurt to sit down for a few days.
Has 0 self control if you wear skirts or dresses. Like he just wants to put his hands under it. You look so pretty in them too and he can’t stop staring. Has definitely left your skirt / dress on when he’s fucking you at least once.
CEO of making you blush. Gets you flustered all the time. He literally can never get enough of you. Sometimes you’ll just catch him giving you that stare. Or just like checking you out and you’re like: Kakashi we are in the middle of the village control yourself.
You really can’t get him to be jealous. You’ve tried everything and anything but he never gets riled up. He can make you jealous, but he doesn’t do it a lot. I think the only time you can really get him worked up like that is if you unintentionally make him jealous. If he knows you’re trying to, he won’t let it work. But if you don’t know it makes him so flustered. Like if you tell him you’re going on a 4 day mission with Yamato. He’ll be pissed lol. Why the fuck didn’t Lady Tsunade tell you two to go together?? Why you and tree boy?
Then all the sudden he’s making out with you in the middle of your kitchen. Muttering under his breath about how unfair that is. Like this man is gonna have to sit here for 4 days by himself while you’re out on a mission with Yamato?? Frustrated sex lol. Also will definitely leave hickeys. Have fun covering them up on your stupid 4 day mission with yAmATo. <3
Another thing; you’ve done it on every surface possible in your apartment. The kitchen table, the bathroom counter, the shower, every gosh darn wall. Probably even on a chair at your dinner table... What can I say. HES WHORE KNEE
Yamato
You will definitely be eachother’s first times. If you’re with him you’re with him for the long run. He isn’t gonna give himself to anyone like that. Nope, you’ll know you’re stuck with him once he starts to get intimate.
That being said, I don’t know why but I don’t think he’d be very self conscious about himself tbh. Like he’s touch starved as fuck already and so inexperienced so like.. now that he’s experiencing physical contact like he’s never had before my guy is short circuiting. Any touch from you feels wayyy to good for him and he could care a less about anything else when he gets going.
Also, he’s kinda loud - like not the type to scream lol but I mean like .. if you’re making him feel good (literally anything you do makes him feel good tbh), then you will know. Looots of groaning and grunts. Omggg and if he needs to keep really quiet he will probably muffle his moans by burying his face in your neck or tits lol.
I don’t think he’s the type to dirty talk too much or degrade at all. The only time he will really get into dirty talk, being rough and maybe some degrading is if you make him jealous. It only works if you use Kakashi for it and my god you’re asking for trouble if you do
Say something like “wow Kakashi you’re really strong,” or laugh at all his jokes and Yamato will seethe quietly. You’ve got to keep that up for a while to get him super worked up and when you do.. HE WILL DEFINITELY GIVE YOU SOMETHING TO CRY ABOUT.
When you get home he drilllls your ass girl. Like you’re all teary eyed because he’s been denying your orgasms and now he’s drilling you into the mattress oml. You’re like begging him and sobbing and he’s so fucking mad lol like he doesn’t care
“Stop crying. You thought everything Kakashi said was just so funny tonight, so go ahead and laugh, laugh like how you were laughing with him. Not so funny now is it?” “Think he can make you feel like this? Didn’t think so.”
Will feel so bad in the morning. Like he’ll actually feel so bad. Will make up for it in any way you ask him too. You liked it though and you riled him up on purpose, you won’t tell him though. You 1000/10 do it again. Kisses you all over to make up for it.
Everytime you do, you can’t look Kakashi in the eye for a good week bc you’ll only think of Yamato drilling your ass.
Praise kink 10/10. He will probably be so depressed and will lowkey cry if you degrade him. What he likes is praise. Fucking fuel that mans ego and be a vocal for him too ;) he likes knowing that he’s rocking your shit good.
CALL HIM CAPTAIN like he’s not really into being called sir or daddy or anything like that but my lord.. if you call him Captain.. ugh. It gets him everytime. Also darling too.
Uhm he realllyyy likes when you take care of him after missions. Especially if it’s a long mission or one with Team 7 because that shit stresses him the fuck out. He’ll have so much frustration he’ll need to get out by the time he comes home.
Perch your ass on the couch and wait for him. Bonus if you cooked him food first. Or if you wanna run a shower for him while he eats. He will insist you join him.
Also... He’s not slick at all when he introduces ideas like that, he probably says it bluntly like.. “y/n.. I really want to take a shower with you right now.” and his face would get all red too lol
But after some missions he’s just way too tired to fuck your ass up. This is usually like after most of his missions with Team 7. He will still somehow manage to be horny tho. Like he’s been gone for days and had to deal with moody teenagers the whole time and he would really love if you just sucked his dick rn. That always reallyyy gets him going. Probably will cum fast bc of how good it feels to him tho, but there’s a lot of it y’know. He’d also be loud too. Like too lazy to try and keep it down loud. Lots of groaning.
Like I said, he’s horny as fuck. Literally being around you just turns him on sometimes. Even at home. Like If you wear a tank top with no bra when you’re lounging around, he’s already horny. Short shorts? Hor-fucking-ny!! Sometimes he’ll get embarrassed and hide it from you, but let’s be real you feel the same way about him so it’s fine
Titty guy 100%. I’m sorry but like if you have big tits don’t expect him not to bury his face in them. Always gives them extra attention. Likes when your riding him and their bouncing. Wear Lacey bras, he loves them so much and he will keep them on the whole time so he can just admire it on you.
He doesn’t like the idea of doing anything in sexual in public. He has a reputation to uphold and he is not about to throw it out the window like that no matter how much he wants too. Its frustrating sometimes bc like you could be walking around the village together and he gets a good glimpse of your ass and now he’s thinking some nasty things. Then he’s got a really uncomfortable hard on to hide till you get home.
He gives you splinters by accident sometimes. Like idk how. Especially if youre sucking him off. His hands are gripping your shoulders and you feel a prick on your collarbone and you yelp. He’ll apologize profusely, but he can’t control it when he feels like this so it happens sometimes. You get used to it though. Won’t admit it but he doesnt even try to control it if his dicks down your throat bc.. when you yelp it feels reallyyy good.
I’ve always had a thing for Yamato.. so I kinda went off on this LOOL <3
#yamato#captain yamato#yamato headcanons#kakashi x reader#Kakashi Hakate#kakashi headcanons#Naruto Shippuden#naruto imagines
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I SWEAR IF LIZZE SHOWS THE FUCK UP HERE IT IS ON SIGHT im seething right now oh my god. i have to take a walk. i’m ready to strangle him and tbh y/n should have stayed in fucking france and i hope she tells him that bc like at first i was hoping they could still reconcile but after that teaser!! i’m!! fucking!! done!! anons on team harry overthrows his brother are correct like i literally hope he’s miserable for the rest of his life after this stunt. i hope y/n fucking walks and takes harry and arthur and pads with her and they live happily fucking after far away from this literal nightmare oh my god holy shit. holy fucking SHIT.
ha ha ha it’s definitely not like lizzie has like four or so scenes haha that’d be crazy 👀 and if definitely not like half of them are already written ahahaha
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Sorry for using your inbox to vent, but im literally so fucking tired of misogynystic christians on Tumblr. Like the ammount of christian males here who absolutely hate women is simply astounding... And i was just visiting this guys Tumblr blog where he refered to women as bitches and whores, said we were subjective and emotional and that women simple werent as smart as men... And then he had the audacity to say that women hate each other! Men who claim that always seem to be projecting.
First thing first, I don't think anyone speaking that way about women is a Christian to begin with lol BUT you have a point in that some "Christian" men on this platform entertain a weird hate boner for women and the most infuriating thing is......that it gets unchecked because Christian women are TERRIFIED of being assimilated with feminist by calling out outspoken misogyny!!!
I've seen waaay too much Christian girls who came out like the "not like other girls" mingling with incel tier 𝖓𝖚 𝖙𝖗𝖆𝖉𝖒𝖊𝖓 clowning women on the regular, and make posts stating how they don't like being other women bEcAuSe thEy'Re sO cATtY.... Interestingly, you'll NEVER see any man say they dislike being around other men....🤔 *something, something about female socialization to devalue fellow women as a come up🥴*
The other day there was a post from a Christian woman celebrating Women's Day and she was like "yeah, I know this is a feminist celebration but celebrating women is important 🥺" and I was like WHO CARES IF THAT'S A FEMINIST THING?? SINCE WHEN IS CELEBRATING WOMEN "FEMINIST"? BABE IF YOU WANT TO USE IT AS AN OPPORTUNITY TO SHOUT OUT WOMEN JUST DO IT😭 IDG this defensiveness about celebrating womanhood and make a PSA for everyone to know this is totally not remotely affiliated to these heathens of feminists lmao ...Like, who cares? Do you think these male Christian LARPers reblogging from groomers and misogynists feel compelled to pull out "I don't endorse these toxic masculinity behaviors but I like this post uwu" disclaimer??? THEY DON'T CARE!! so should any Christian woman whenever tackling "feminists" topics. Speaking up about embracing your womanhood and the importance to defend women is not unbiblical or sinful, so this tiptoeing about it is crazy to me!!
A few days ago I got a fall out with a Christian girl (in retrospect, not sure if she was truly saved seeing how toxic and unnecessary rude she turned out about it) who literally freaked out when I pointed out that man-strocking didn't help men and rather blindsided them about their own flaws and shortcomings.
To be a king, one have to behave like such, and it's ridiculous to see how some Christian women are out there raving about men for simply existing or doing the bare minimum when men will NEVER return the favor. I am not saying this for them to stop doing this (they can be simp if they can see fit, I'm not their mom), but....maybe this unbalanced dynamic should ring some bells?
Sorry but you can't mock feminists for doing the most about womanhood while doing the same for men lol At least feminist are doing something ultimately benefitting for them (women). Women man-strocking men? not that sure. Horny tradmen on this hellsite aren't that much of a catch, if you see what I mean...
And no, I'm not talking about complimenting (I know that some men do compliment women), I'm talking about "man-strocking" and the imperious need of some (Christian) women to elevate maleness 'as a concept', ultimately making mediocre Christian male entitled & blindsided about their own shortcomings ......ofc this argumentation literally flew over her head and she started cussing me out and accused me of "only following people who hate men"🥴 (See? the female socialization to white knight for men while men are paying you DUST. lmao)
And yes, these toxic men LOVE pretending we hate each other, but watch them coping and seething whenever they see women sticking together and taking none of their crap lol. That's why they hate feminists so much imo It's more than because "it's not Christian" otherwise, they would have as much energy to call out all the un-Christ-like behaviors the fellas they're rubbing shoulders with routinely endorse.
#sorry for the long reply but there is so much to unpack bc this issue is so pervasive in the christian scene uuuughhh#thanks for the ask anon anyway <3 lol#you can vent again anytime!#answered#Christian
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My Angel – JJ Maybank x Reader
Summary: your relationship with JJ is still relatively new, but that doesn’t stop you from showing just how much your care about him after his has an episode with his dad.
A/N: this popped into my brain randomly because im in love with fluffy jj, and jj in general. i literally just wanna give him the biggest hug in the world 🥺 this is also my first real obx imagine so lmk what you guys think!!
warnings: mentions of abuse
word count: 1841
It was currently a perfect day in the Outer Banks. 86 degrees, not a cloud in the sky, on your way to meet your friends on the dock. You finally found a time when everyone was off work simultaneously for the first time this week. John B’s boat was practically rotting from not being used in five days.
You fast walked down the hill to get to the meeting spot. As you got closer, you noticed most of the pogues plus Sarah Cameron, the newest addition to the group thanks to John B, all chatting.
“Hey guys!” You exclaimed as you neared them at the end of the dock.
“Hey (y/n)!” Kie smiled and ran up to give you a short hug.
“What’s up (y/n)?” John B asked, giving you a nod.
You shook your head. “Not much. Just excited to finally see you guys!” Which earned smiles from the rest of the group. Everyone was clad in swimsuits, t shirts, and flip flops, signaling that they were more than ready to get this day going. But before you could, you noticed something major was off. “Where’s JJ?” You asked looking around for your boyfriend.
“We were gonna ask you the same question.” Pope said.
“That’s so weird. We texted earlier and he was obviously down to come...I assumed he’d be the first one here.” You continued.
“Who knows maybe he’s just running a little late. It wouldn’t be the first time anyway.” Kie smiled and put a hand to your arm. “We can wait a few more minutes.”
You had been friends with all of the pogues for about two years now, pretty much since the week you moved here. However, you and JJ had only been dating for less than a month, so this relationship was still fairly new. You couldn’t help but wonder if maybe he was having doubts about you or your relationship. After that thought passed you wondered if something bad happened to him. JJ is known for having not the cleanest record, much to your dismay, so you couldn’t help but think he was in trouble. As more time passed, the more negative overthinking you did.
You checked your phone for any sign of him, but the only notifications present were from Apple telling you to update your software for the millionth time. The rest of the group had descended into a random conversation, but finally after 10 minutes of waiting for him you decided to speak up.
“Hey guys? I think I might go look for him…” You trailed off, looking in the other direction towards the rest of the island.
“It is pretty weird...JJ isn’t one to miss out on days like these.” John B added. “You want us to come with you?”
You smiled at his offer, but declined. “No it’s fine honestly. You guys go have fun. Don’t let me ruin your day.”
“You could never.” Kie said. “You’re sure?”
You nodded. “I promise it’s okay. I’m just scared something happened. I’m gonna go look for him and maybe we’ll meet up with you guys later if we can.”
Since your relationship with JJ was still so new, you were still learning how to manage spending time with him alone and spending time with the rest of your friends. You felt bad for leaving them because you hadn’t hung out all week, but something was pulling you towards JJ in that moment.
“Sounds good.” Kie finished. “Good luck and hopefully we’ll see you later!”
“Thanks guys.” You smiled one last time before turning to walk back towards where you came from. Your car was parked in a lot close by, so it didn’t take long for you to get in there and gather your thoughts. Where could JJ be? He couldn’t be at work, because he’s been working with Pope and his dad lately, so obviously if Pope was at the dock JJ would be too. The only other place he could be would be...his house?
The second that thought dawned on you, your face sank. His house.
JJ opened up about his home life to you pretty quickly into your relationship. You had known each other for so long before that he felt like he could trust you explicitly. He told you all about how his mom left when he was young, and how his dad is a disgusting physically and emotionally abusive alcoholic. This revelation led to a few tears and more than a few sleepovers at your house.
You backed out of the lot and sped down the streets as fast as you possibly could without it being able to technically count as speeding. Your heart was now pounding at the thought that something bad must have happened today involving his dad.
After a too fast car ride you came up on his street. You parked across the street in front of his house, not even daring to go near the driveway because who knows what his dad would do. You weren’t even completely sure his dad knew you existed.
You felt crazy walking around to the back door dressed in a bikini with nothing but an oversized t-shirt covering you, a messy bun sitting on top of your head, sunglasses behind your ears, and cheap flip flops.
Once you got up to the door, your hand hovered in front of it in a knocking position. Suddenly you were terrified. What if JJ wasn’t even here? What if you were just being a stupid worried clingy girlfriend? What if his dad answered? What would you even do in that situation?
A crazy thought came over you and you decided to forego knocking and reach out for the doorknob instead. You turned it quietly and the door clicked open. You closed it behind you and took a look inside at the house you had only seen a couple times before. Beer bottles lined every open surface. Clothes and dishes were strewn everywhere, medicine bottles sat on the kitchen counters. You bit your lip to keep from tearing up at the sight. The fact that this was the only place the boy who had your heart had to call home broke you.
You walked into the living room and jumped a mile when you saw an adult figure on the couch. Luke Maybank, luckily asleep. Still no sign of JJ.
You walked deeper in the house, down the hall to where you knew JJ’s room was. The door was cracked slightly, and you held your ear up to it. Your heart broke even more when the sound of crying filled your ears. You opened the door and it creaked, causing your boyfriend’s head to snap up in your direction.
“JJ…” You began.
“(Y/N)? What the hell are you doing here-” He said, cutting you off.
No words came out of your mouth for a minute as you took in the sight. He was hunched over sitting on his bed, clutching his side. His shaggy blonde hair looked more oily than normal most likely due to his hands running through it excessively. He had a black eye and a split lip, with random patches of dried blood around his mouth. You had heard about his dad’s horrible parenting, but nothing could have prepared you from seeing its effects in real life for the first time.
Finally you came to your senses. “I was looking for you.” You started. “We were all waiting for you on the dock and when you didn’t show up I just had a feeling something was wrong…God JJ why the fuck didn’t you call me? I would’ve come as soon as I cou-”
“Shh baby. It’s okay. I’m okay.” He said. “C’mere.”
You couldn’t help the tears that welled up in your eyes as you took all of three steps towards him. He wrapped his arms around your torso and pulled you in. Your head rested on his.
“It’s not okay!” You cried out, his hair muffling your voice. He shushed you and started rubbing your back.
“I’m fine sweetheart. You shouldn’t even be here anyways-”
“Will you shut up?” You said, the question coming out harsher than you meant. You quickly pulled away and looked down at him. “Shit- I’m sorry. I didn’t mean...I’m just fucking frustrated that you have to go through this. I can’t stand seeing you like this.”
JJ reached up to wipe the tear that had fallen onto your cheek. “It’s nothing I can’t handle. I promise I’m fine. Go back out with everyone. I’ll catch up later.” He said.
“No.” You shook your head. “We’re going to my house. I’m fixing you up.”
“(y/n)...”
“Either you come with me or I’ll help you here.” You gave him an ultimatum.
He sighed and his head fell forwards on your stomach. He was still sitting on his bed and you stood in between his legs. You grabbed his hand in yours. “Please baby. Let me take care of you.”
“Okay. Your house it is.” You helped him up and walked him out to your car. You even helped him into the passenger seat, much to his dismay. Seeing him like this had you seething inside, you couldn’t help but want to love on him with everything you had.
A short drive to your house later, you walked inside and told him to sit down on the couch. Your parents were both at work and you assumed your older sister was with her own friends. You ran to the bathroom to get bandaids, rubbing alcohol, and an ice pack for his eye.
You sat down with everything and began tending to his cuts. You felt like crying again, but reminded yourself to be strong for him.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” You asked after a few moments of silence.
He shook his head. “There’s nothing to talk about. He’s just an asshole.”
“I wish I could do something more to stop it.”
“You do enough. I don’t deserve you.” He said quietly.
“Stop it. If anything I don’t deserve you.” You replied. You took the ice pack off his face for a minute to look into his eyes fully. “You’re the best part of my life JJ Maybank. When you’re hurting so am I.”
He leaned down to kiss your forehead. “My angel.”
You wrapped your arms around his torso delicately so as to not hurt him. You weren’t sure if words could adequately describe what you were feeling regarding JJ, so you just sat in his embrace. He wrapped his arms around you after a few moments.
“I’m so sorry you have to deal with all of this. I hate making you upset.”
“Not your fault.” You whispered into his shirt. “I would do anything for you. You know that.”
He pushed your head up to his and planted a passionate kiss to your lips. He pulled away and rested his forehead to yours. You ran a gentle hand up and down his side, feeling him get chills as you traced the muscles that hid underneath his soft skin.
“You wanna sleep?” You asked.
“Honestly...yeah.” He said quietly.
You patted his legs twice signaling for him to stand up. You switched positions so you were sitting behind him.
Once he got comfortable in your lap, you started running your hands through his hair and on his cheek. His eyes fluttered closed.
“I got you sunshine. You’re safe with me.”
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ok so
💙🖤😕🎧🎻🎤🎲 :)
(the free space one is obviously for whatever you wanna talk about but feel free to talk more about your dislike for alw)
💙First musical I remember being my favorite:
Wicked! It was basically the entire reason i got into theatre in the first place (which is crazy bc im literally going into it as a profession soon) and actually started off on complete accident <3
🖤Rough number of sountracks ive listened to:
Gosh. Suffice it to say i have discalculia and therefore no real concept of amount, but its like. A lot. Quite a fuckin few my dudes.
😕Unpopular opinion:
Maury Yeston’s Phantom is the better adaptation of the phantom of the opera book. Vocally, story-wise, and just overall. Its better and it was written a year before alw’s so it deserved to be the longer running one and im salty about it
🎧Sountrack i could listen to on repeat:
Great comet. Never will i tire of great comet
🎻Favorite musical moments:
God. So many. How to list?? (I go apeshit for music)
• satan’s SICK guitar shred in spooky mormon hell dream
• The walking baseline in satisfied after “at least i keep his eyes in my life”
• the trumpets at the beginning of the Newsies overture
• the trombone trills at the end of the Crazy for You overture
• constraaaaaaained and straaaaaained
• “Find a waaaaayyy, Anastaaaaaaasiaaaaa!” In Quartet at the Ballet
I have def more but its 6 am as km writjng this ahaaaaaa
🎤Favorite musical based on singing:
Great comet. Vocal fuckin powerhouse absolutely
🎲On why i hate ALW:
Dude, the guy’s a hack. His music just. Isnt good. Plus the amount of plagiarism is INSANE. Mans plagiarizes himSELF!! I wish i had a better way to articulate this lmfao.
Like: music of the night is a note for note mozart composition, and MAYBE it was on purpose but i think that its lazy. And he steals riffs from other songs and his finales are all the same.
PLUS HE DOESNT KNOQ HOW TO WRITE FOR SINGERS!! You ever wonder why there’s like 8 christines on broadway?? Bc there’s no healthy way for a human being to sing that that often
Plus i just. Dont think his musicals are that good. They’re soulless mega musicals and they make me mad.
I may have more probably but its hard to articulate sentences while seeing through seething hatred. Fucking goblin man.
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Behind the Curtain - 7
| Prologue | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | Epilogue |
Updates are Sundays at 5pm PST! Next week is the end!!!
Characters: Jaebeom x You
Genre: Smut
Warning(s): Breath Play, Light Name Calling, Size kink? sort of not really
Word Count: 2,248
You were turning the final corner to your room when you slammed face first into a wall of a human. Im Jaebeom.
“I’m sorry!” You said as you stood up and tried to catch your breath. “
My office.” He said as he walked past you, “NOW!!”
Dealing with the situation inside of you would have to wait. It was time to face the fearsome leader.
He’s twice your size. Easily. He’s nearly a head taller than everyone but Yugyeom and is built with the shoulders of a linebacker. You fidget uncomfortably, wondering why your stomach insists on flipping like a gymnast at the Olympics. JB’s eyes settle on you, anger seething from them and for some reason you blush and quickly avert your gaze.
Jaebeom paces around the room while you just awkwardly stand there, waiting for whatever storm was about to come your way and his arms keep brushing yours as he paces. Whether it was accidental or not, it was sending shivers down your spine. He pushes a button on his desk and then finally stops to turn and face you.
“Did you know what was coming and not tell me?” He finally asked, his voice is loud in your ear, his head so close that you are occupying practically the same space in his large office. You have to fight the flush crawling up your neck having him this close.
“The raid?” You ask innocently, “Why would I have known before you?”
“That is the true question Y/N.” He paces again before pulling his face hairs away from yours, his eyes piercing your soul. “Why did you know before us? Are you involved?”
“I didn’t know.” You said firmly, trying not to falter as your heartbeat began to race. He might seem soft to those who know him, but he isn’t the gang leader for nothing.
“Ahhh…I thought we didn’t lie in this gang.” He said as he pulled back a little.
“I’m not lying.” You try to convince him and a smirk overtakes his lips.
“That’s impressive.” he says, taking a sip of the water you just now notice is on his desk. “You must practice a lot.”
“Practice?” You asked, confused at the statement.
“Yeah,” he says, slyly, “Practice keeping your life story straight, your lies straight, keeping us complacent with your nearly flawless work only to have it all come crashing down in the end.”
You were looking anywhere but him. If you make eye contact, you’ll die. Literally and metaphorically.
“Someone has to work hard to make a good girl out of you.”
His voice has dropped an octave with that comment. You feel it in your core, but have to remain calm and collected on the outside. Does that mean he is letting you live? That he has some kind of plan that will assure his victory?
“Sometimes you need direction to find your way back to where you belong, a heavy hand, maybe?” He asked as he began to come closer again. “Do you like it when someone’s strict with you? You seem to not tremble as much as I thought someone like you would.”
“Someone like me?” You asked, swallowing harder than you meant to.
“A traitor.” His hand comes up—hot, searing fingertips ghost against your jaw before carefully sliding back so that his thumb hooks under your chin and the rest of his fingers can put heavy, pressure on your throat. His fingers span the entire width of your neck easily and the pressure on your windpipe quickly hits you.
He leans down until his face is directly in front of yours again. You can feel your knees start trembling when you realize that your life is literally in his hand and he knows your secret.
“I wish you would look me in the eyes instead of looking away all the time.” He tilts your head up, almost forcing your eyes to lock on to his. You stare fiercely, emboldened by his dare. You look at his lush eyelashes, his moles above his eye, the stubble he missed on his chin, the way his skin creases at his eyes. Most of all, you look down at his mouth—pink, soft lips that he wets with the tip of his tongue before he speaks. If this was the last thing you ever saw, you wouldn’t be too mad.
Jaebeom quickly swapped places with you and pushed you up against his desk. His one hand reaching your waist to hold you still. He squeezes, a fingertip ever so gently gliding under the waistband of your pants. It drives all of your blood south, making your clit throb against the seam of your pants. In the craziness of earlier with Jackson, your underwear had disappeared.
You yelp as JB releases your throat for a moment, grabs you around the middle and completely lifts off the ground with a pair of arms as immovable as iron shackles. You squirm, nearly managing a kick where it hurts the most, but you are pulled back tight against a warm, solid body.
“I kinda like you scared,” he counters, squeezing you. “seeing the look in a traitor’s eyes before death always gives me a rush.
“I’m not a trait-“
His hand is around your throat again in an instant. It makes your whole body dizzy, it makes you feel vulnerable as hell and you can’t help but want to melt into the arms of the man who is about to kill you. The weirdest thing is that you can breathe easily—his fingers only squeeze on the sides, effectively cutting off the blood flow to your brain, instead of your windpipe. He is trying to weaken you for information instead of just outright kill you and you realize just how skilled with his hands this man is. The effect is like a live wire to your cunt.
“Why is it you only listen when you have to be manhandled into it?”
He sets you down on your feet again and you gasp for air, the blood rushing back to your head. It sends a trickle up your spine.
His hand sneaks up your shirt to squeeze your breasts hard enough to make your whimper. “Gonna fucking devour these tits. If you’re going to lie, you’re going to die, and I might as well have some fun first.“
“Jaebeom,” you accidentally moan, sounding pretty needy.
He pulls back, wiping his mouth where spit has practically dribbled onto his chin from his forceful talking. It should be gross, but instead you want to lick him clean.
“Get on your knees, sweetheart.”
He pushes you down on the hard wood. “I always knew you were a little slut,” he mutters, undoing his belt. “Christ, the things I’ve thought about doing to you— and yet you went to everyone else but me for relief over the last few days.“ You watch his zipper with a concentration usually reserved for combat.
His cock springs out, hard and heavy under its own weight. It’s nearly as thick as your wrist.
“Fuck,” you whisper. It’s so much better than anyone else in the gang you had seen. You knew It was your last fuck and you couldn’t be happier it was with this dick.
“You’re going to suck me off until I come in that pretty little throat, right? You have to swallow, okay? Obey one last order before it’s time to go.”
You nod, entranced by the throbbing tip, where he’s leaking pearled drops of pre-cum.
You lean forward and lick the flat of your tongue up his shaft to taste him.
Immediately, he grabs a fistful of your hair, which normally you would break someone’s finger for, but you kind of like being held like this. It just shows his dominance and proves that no matter what, you can’t get away.
Your open your mouth and ease the entire head in as far as you comfortably can on the first try, but when you gag yourself a little, he makes sure to force himself in more, if only a notch deeper.
His cock suddenly jerks to draw your attention, tightening up a bit, as if trying to get harder than he already is. He begins moving your head back and forth and your jaw is already edging on its way to soreness, but somehow feeling the tip hit the back of your tongue, tasting each time more pre-come leaks out of him, feels good.
His breath becomes more labored as you suck on him more. You learned you love the way his chest heaves, the fabric of his shirt stretching across his pectoral muscles. If only you really were on his side, you both would make a great power couple both in and out of the bedroom.
One of his feet slide forward, settling between your thighs. “Good girls get to grind their pussy on my boot while they suck cock,” he growls. “I’m not even that cruel to deny someone release before their death.”
You moan around his length when your clit meets the friction of the shoe through your too thick pants. You roughly hump his leg and leave a clear puddle of evidence. Would he smell it tomorrow, your pussy on his clothes, and think of you on your knees? Crying with a cock between your lips? Would the raid happen as planned and he won’t even make it to tomorrow?
Suddenly his hips find the will to move urgently. His cock fills your throat up enough that you can’t breathe, the hand on the back of your head presses you further into the stretch, and you feel his cock push forward into your gag reflex.
You feel tears leak out of your eyes. It feels like you have been caught in a perpetual choke.
“Good girl,” he groans out. “Swallow. I want to feel it.”
Your mouth quivers. He seems too in control to come. That seems to be the theme with Im Jaebeom though, In control until the last moment.
He groans loudly, hips stuttering. “Feels so fucking good. Knew you could take the whole thing, my messy, drooling slut.”
He slides out and you launch into a coughing fit, doubling over. He gives you a second to catch your breath before tugging at your scalp again, pulling you back up on your knees.
“I.. can’t.. take it, please, fucking do it already ...” you begged, not knowing at this point if you wanted him to just fuck you or kill you already.
“Do what? “ he said coyly, as he slid your pants down and moved you up onto the desk, pushing his still hard tip slightly into your folds. “Kill you? No. you are too valuable for that. I need more details before you can have this suffering end. I know you aren’t on our side and that your ‘mother’ who you write to is actually your handler. I’m smarter than you clearly give me credit for.”
With that, he lined himself up and quickly thrust himself into you. You couldn’t contain your loud gasp as his cock filled you up so quickly. The stretch was painfully blissful. Jaebeom began to pound into you, keeping up a consistent rhythm, hard and quick. He was going to fuck you silly so that he could get all of the information he needed. You were starting to lose focus, but you had to stay coherent.
He slowed down as he felt himself come close to climaxing, his breathing becoming heavy again.
“Tell me when the raid is.” He said as he slowed his pace, stopping your pleasure in its tracks.
“No,” you panted, trying to keep your cool.
His hands found your neck this time, cutting off airflow. “Tell. Me. Now.” His teeth were clenched and he was clearly ready for this game to be over.
You shook your head as best you could.
The lack of airflow and fullness of his cock inside of you was bringing you to your climax without him needing to move at all. You knew you wouldn’t last too much longer. You might even black out first.
“TELL ME!!!” he screamed as he grabbed your neck tighter. Your orgasm hit you hard with his rush of anger and much to his surprise, the way you clenched around him caused his focus to slip and an orgasm hit him harder than he thought it could. He grip tightened again as he came, and before you could black out and accept your fate, the door to the office was kicked in and the special forces were there to save you.
Jaebeom let go of you out of surprise and you fell to the ground coughing. The agency made it in the nick of time.
“Who?” Is all you were asked by the lead; you recognized the voice as your former partner.
“I’m glad you got my message to move up the raid. A second later and I would’ve been a goner.” You barely got the words out your throat was so sore.
“We can talk about that later. Who?” He asked again.
“Mark, Bam Bam, Yugyeom.” You said, rubbing your neck to rid the feeling of JB’s hand trying to force the life out of you, still working on catching your breath.
“What does that mean?” JB asked angrily as two men ran forward and restrained him.
“Mark,” you stood up, “Bam Bam,” you fixed your pants, “and Yugyeom.” You took a gun from your former partner put it right between Jaebeom’s eyes. You heard the agency spread the word on who to save while you quickly removed the safety from the weapon. “I’m glad I was able to let you cum one last time before the end.” You smirked. “I’m not even that cruel to deny someone release before their death.”
You pulled the trigger.
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Hello My Lovelies!!
So that was the last smut chapter!!! What did you think??
Were you surprised on who was light or dark?
Let me know!!! Epilogue is coming next week.
Until Next Time,
~LoLo
#Behind the Curtain#yugyummygot7reactions#jaebeom#im jaebeom#got7#jaebeom smut#jaebum smut#got7 smut#jaebum#im jaebum
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Awe rite listen up here you fucken wee shite stain.
when someone says naw for consent. Ya fuckin don't dae anything after that, just full stop. End of story
But you fucking radge wee shite doesn't think no actually means fucking no! Isn't that fucking crazy?!
Doesn't make things better that I literally told yae to stop even after the first you didn't do with any knowledge of consent, this time you knowing willingly skipped straight fucken past it and IM FUCKIN SEETHING RN
Idk even how to start saying the shit they said so il just dump what they roughly did
You shipped:
Me X ced (adult but has said no to shipping)
Me X Zain (minor)
Me X Poli (I think is a minor but not sure since I haven't interacted too much recently)
Few others that I won't mention due to not wanting to fill the entire page / not even knowing them that much
And worst of all
Me X loelle (my ex) who I doubt even knows what's happening much.
I think it's pretty obvious that you shouldn't ship exes together, but apparently some people don't have even a miniscule amount of brain in their noggins
We broke up and I don't want to be reminded of how the relationship failed
I'm not even sure how to vent the rest of this rn, if I could use my voice instead of text you would hear me going on but probably not understand the crazed Scots talk (had to tone it down a bit so you guys could actually understand)
May fucking extend the break now tho, each time I see that fucking inbox notification it fucking sets off my anxiety
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