#oh how i long to nearly fuck my girl in the back of a gay bar yet again
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𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬
❝you're exciting, boy, come find me; your eyes told me, "girl, come ride me".❞
♡ geto suguru ♡
a/n: was scrolling through twitter and stumbled across yunonoai's new geto piece here. i love the roommates idea and decided to write a quick little smutfic for him ;)
likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! <3
content: roommate!geto suguru x fem!reader, modern au, smut, fluff/crack, not edited.
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"yes, satoru." geto sighed, pressing his phone to his ear before raising his shoulder to hold it in place, one of his hands filled with grocery bags while the other dug inside his pocket to fish for the house keys.
"you're so rude, suguru. it's been so long since i've talked to you, i feel like i'm gonna die from lung cancer." gojo dramatically whined on the other side of the line, making geto roll his eyes.
"i just got home from work and we literally talked last night." he deadpanned, making gojo huff in discontent.
"that's still too long." the white haired man snickered.
"gay ass." geto mumbled under his breath, finally unlocking the door as he twisted the knob to enter.
"i have a girlfriend! unlike you. you're my bro, it's always bros before hoes." gojo poetically recited, half of his words flying out of geto's other ear as the man had a long day at work.
"surprised you got one before me." he yawned, slipping out of his sneakers to slip on his house slipper. geto distanced his phone away from his ear momentarily.
"y/n, i'm home." geto announced, but there was no response heard back from you.
"hater, you're just mad that my dick is better than yours. anyways, wanna grab dinner together? i need to tell you about what happened in my morning class today, i nearly busted my lungs out from laughing." gojo offered, already laughing midway through his sentence because he's a whole clown.
"some other time, i'm gonna cook dinner for y/n tonight." geto declined, walking inside the living room, tossing his keys on the sofa.
"feed her your dick instead."
"shut the fuck up."
"y'all didn't fuck yet?"
"hanging up, talk to you later." with that being said, geto could hear gojo about to protest, but he was quick to press the red button to end his conversation with the annoying man. he set the bags of groceries down on the counter, rubbing his temple in annoyance.
geto noticed how you weren't in the living room nor in the kitchen, where he usually finds you around this time. curiosity piques his attention, walking over to your room.
as he inched closer to your door, geto could hear soft whimpers and groans exiting your room. his eyebrows knitted in confusion... until he stood in front of your closed door.
"nghh~ feel so good, suguru."
"f-fuck, just like that!"
"ahhh~ need your cock inside my pussy, sugu."
"i-i'm gonna cum!! oh my go-god!"
geto's eyes widened at the mentioning of his name slipping out of your mouth in such a lewd manner. you were masturbating to the thought of him. he could feel heat creep up to his cheeks, bringing a hand up to his face to cover his mouth as he continued to hear your moans.
"shit." geto mumbled to himself, feeling his pants tighten as a tent now formed around his crotch area. he was so fucking hard just by hearing you whine for him like a bitch in heat.
eventually, your voice died down, red alarm signals going off inside his head. geto quickly left from his spot as quietly as he could, heading back inside the kitchen.
he had a silly little plan that he wanted to execute on you.
so, he continued on with taking out the groceries, as if he heard nothing; gathering all the things he needed to make a quick home-cooked dinner tonight. a little smirk painted over his lips, hearing your door creak open before hearing your footsteps.
geto looked up, meeting your eyes, as you were startled to see the man whose name you were moaning a few minutes ago appear in your shared kitchen. he gave you a small wave before going back to his work of chopping some veggies on the cutting board, some other things already sizzling in a pot next to him.
you quickly cleared your throat, offering him a nervous smile as you played with the hem of your t-shirt.
"o-oh, you're back home so soon, sugu." you stammered out, leaning over the counter as you watched him stir the pot, his broad back turned to you as his hair was wrapped into a neat bun.
"mhm, got off of work early today to get groceries." he responded, looking back at you as he took note of your flushed face and disheveled hair.
you looked like someone just fucked your entire existence out of you.
you chewed on your bottom lip as you began to overthink, trying to recall if you'd heard the main door open during your little private session. but, your mind was absolutely fucked out during that time, only being fogged by the dirty thoughts of geto plunging his cock inside of you instead of your pathetic fingers.
oh god... did he hear you?
the thought of him catching you moaning his name while pleasuring yourself created a huge wave of shame and embarrassment, colliding straight at you as you turned even more red. geto, who was peacefully cooking, could sense your panic as his smirk grew.
"i'll be in the living room." you quietly informed, dashing out of the kitchen where he was making a heavenly concoction, the aroma of different spices already welcoming your senses.
but, unfortunately, you had bigger things to worry about than the raging appetite in your stomach.
you sat on the couch, trying to knock some self-assurance into your anxious mind. you took in a deep breath, falling into your own train of thoughts.
surely, if geto were to hear you, he'd probably feel at least a little weird about it, right? like probably give you some weird stares, side eye you or like maybe not even talk to you???
yeah, you were freaking out.
you lightly smack your cheek, bringing yourself back. you convinced yourself that geto didn't hear you, he was still chopping veggies and loading the fridge when you walked out. this meant that he had to arrive after you were done.
besides, he was acting pretty normal with you.
you sunk into the couch, a heavy sigh leaving your lips as you tried to shoo away your thoughts. you've been roommates with geto for about two years now, the both of you meeting in your organic chemistry class during the first year of college.
you were still living with your parents, while he was living with his best friend, gojo. however, you soon decided that it was time for you to break away from your parents' protective shell, wanting to experience true adulthood and independence.
and for geto... well, gojo was a handful to live with, in short.
so, you both met by fate, sitting next to each other in the painfully boring and difficult class. about a month passed and you guys grew pretty close to each other, frequently partnering up for experiments and mini projects; which were done primarily over his place since gojo was barely home after sunset.
you were apartment hunting during that time, which was so hard as the rent was outrageous, especially near campus. when geto heard your little rant about it, he offered to be your roommate so that the rent wouldn't be so burdensome on you.
of course, you agreed without hesitation because the man was so incredibly nice. geto was a gentleman, every single good trait and positive word that exists in the dictionary could be used to describe his personality.
needless to say, you were not disappointed. he was clean, organized and responsible. geto paid his rent on time, did the groceries on days where it was his turn and sometimes on your days as well when he sees you stressed out. he cooks dinner for you both frequently since your cooking is very limited, if not, takeout is always there as a solution.
geto made sure to kill any bug, big or small, that threatened you; especially in the summer heat when those fuckers slipped in through the window. he was your knight in shining armor, whacking them dead with his slipper.
not to mention that it's rewarding to see such a hot man in your house every day after a depressing eight hours of lecture plus work. there was no denying the fact that geto suguru was incredibly attractive, and he was extremely popular amongst the female students as well.
on really hot summer days, you'd see him in skimpy tight tank tops, the fabric hugging his slutty narrow waist while deliciously exposing his muscular arms. his beautiful luscious black hair resting a little below his shoulder.
oh, and of course, he smelled so fucking good.
a mix of coconut from the shampoo he uses along with the scent of expensive cologne and his body wash.
with all these factors coming into play, having a silly little crush on geto suguru was quite reasonable to you.
"you feeling sick, y/n? your face seems flushed." the sudden intrusion of geto's voice awoke you from your trance, looking up at him as the man stood in front of you. he looked down at you with a concerned look, the back of his hand coming up to touch your forehead.
"hm, no fever." he concluded, eyeing you for an answer.
"oh, it's 'cause i just woke up from a nap and it was super hot in my room." you lied, making him cock an eyebrow.
"hot? it's the middle of november." geto snorted, making you mentally wince because you were slowly getting caught in your lie.
"the heater was on blast in my room." you defended, making him cross his arms over his chest as he looked like he was thinking really hard.
"weird, could've sworn i made sure to lower the temperature on the thermostat before leaving this morning. oh well." he shrugged, deciding to not pick on you anymore as he took a seat on the sofa in front of you.
you let out a sigh of relief, thanking god that he dropped his interrogation with you. your eyes followed his body, watching him plop on the sofa as he leaned back, shifting his hips forward before manspreading.
holy.
fuck.
you ogled at the sight, shamelessly eye-fucking him as your mind began to mentally strip him. almost immediately, your eyes fell on his lap, seeing the prominent bulge in his sweats. of course, geto's eyes noticed your staring, biting back a grin as his plan was working.
"you know, it's not nice to stare, sweetheart." geto playfully snickered, the petname that was directed to you sent heat between your legs, making your thighs clench together.
fuck, he made you feel so hot and bothered.
"i-i.." your words were stuck in your throats as you met his piercing onyx colored eyes, watching him give you a half-lidded smirk.
"hm? can't hear you from there, why don't you come over here and tell me." he patted his thigh, inviting you to sit on his lap. your eyes were the size of two full moons as you never expected to experience this side of geto.
either way, who were you to decline this gorgeous man's invite?
so, without hesitation, you got up from your spot and walked over to him. the both of you locked eyes, with you now standing in between his legs. geto's arms laced around your waist, pulling you down on his lap as you placed your legs on either sides.
as you pressed down against his lower half, you felt something poke your ass, making you gasp. geto chuckled, moving your hair away from your neck, exposing the skin.
"gonna help me take care of that, y/n?" geto whispered, pressing open mouth kisses on your neck, making you whimper as you wrapped your arms around his neck. you grind your hips on his hard on, earning a groan from him.
you felt his tongue swipe against your skin before feeling his teeth digging in ever so lightly, sucking the flesh. you let out a shaky breath, feeling him kiss, suck and lick all over your neck.
"s-sugu.." you stutter out, biting your lower lip to contain a shameless moan that itched to leave your throat. geto pulled away, looking up at you with lust clouded eyes. his hand grabbed the back of your head, pulling you towards his face as he crashed his lips against you.
geto could taste the sweetness of your fruity flavored lip balm, feeling his lips smoothly mold into yours. you sucked on his lower lips before giving it a soft lick, telepathically asking him to open his mouth, which he did. so, you shoved your tongue in his mouth, wet smooching sounds radiating off of you two.
he tasted like mint, so fresh and sweet. your hands cupped his face, angling your face in a way that you could kiss him deeper, his fingers dancing on your spine. you felt the wet muscle intertwine with yours, making you suck his tongue as you rubbed your clothed cunt against his bulge.
geto moaned in your mouth, the impact of your warm cunt against his painfully clothed cock sent waves of pleasure to his brain. you both soon pulled away, gasping for air as a string of saliva was connected to the both of your lips.
"can i help you with this?" you softly asked, pressing down on his cock once again, eliciting a gruff groan from him. geto looked at you, your eyes were practically pleading him, lashes innocently batting as you oh so politely asked him.
"of course you can, sweetheart." geto replied, making your heart jump to your throat as you eagerly slid out of his lap, now sitting on your knees in between his legs. with attentive eyes, he watched your hands tug down his sweats, which he helped you with.
it was adorable how impatient you were, so excited to have a taste of his cock. you've seen geto shirtless on multiple occasions, eyes always never failing to catch the deep v-lines that ran down the side of his body.
so, it meant that he definitely had a monstrously huge cock hiding in those tight calvin klein boxers.
you wasted no time in pulling down the waistband of his boxers, hand reaching in to grab his cock. however, as soon as you felt the sheer length and girth of it, unable to properly grasp it in your hand; you harshly gulped.
fuck, he was hung.
by the looks of your hesitation, geto's ego immediately jumped a whole tower up, leaning his head back against the sofa as he wrapped his arms behind his head.
you pulled his boxers down, his hard cock springing out and hitting his stomach, your eyes widening at the sight. he was huge and thick, standing no less than a good seven to eight inches in length. the tip of his cock was a cute blush color, leaking out so much precum as a single prominent vein ran on the underside of his cock.
you wrapped your hand around his cock, giving it a few teasing pumps, making him grunt as the soft flesh of your palms did wonders on him. your thumb cheekily made it's way up to his tip, circling it as the pad of your thumb became coated with his precum.
geto jolted at this sudden action, looking down at you with an expression that was so beautiful and arousing.
"f-fuck, why don't you give it a little kiss, baby." he requested, making you hum as you pressed a feather-light kiss on his tip, feeling the small bead of the wet liquid on your lips. you smirked at how his chest heaved up and down at your teasing, your tongue licking a long stripe up his vein.
"stop teasing." geto groaned, getting a little impatient. you giggled at his words, placing the tip of his cock on your tongue before wrapping your lips around it. you sucked on it a little before shoving as much of his cock as you possibly could into your mouth.
"o-oh my god.." geto's eyes screwed shut as he felt the warm encasing of your mouth around him. you began to bob your head up and down his throbbing cock, pushing him down your throat, while your hands simultaneously worked to pleasure the inches that you couldn't fit.
"mmm, just like that— being such a good girl for me." he praised, a hand coming down to encourage your movements, pushing you deeper. you gagged a few times, but that seemed to only drive him off the edge, as every time your throat contorted or tightened, it deliciously squeezed his aching cock.
you could feel tears prick at your eyes, your hands fondling with his heavy balls, giving them gentle squeezes. geto's thighs began to ever so slightly shake, small curses and whimpers exiting his plump lips as the movement of your mouth and hands quickened.
"gonna let me cum down your throat? take all of it like a good girl." his hips began to desperately buck into your mouth, one of his hands gathering your hair into a makeshift ponytail as he thrusted into your throat. you let him throat-fuck you, your nails digging into the flesh of his thick muscular thighs.
"shit." geto swore under his breath, feeling his cock twitch inside your mouth as his vein pulsated. with the release of a guttural moan from his mouth, geto came hard and deep down your throat; as thick wads of white cum spurted out.
you made sure to swallow every single drop, licking his cock clean before giving his tip one last kiss as you pulled away. geto looked down at you while you looked up at him with a cock-drunk smile, making him smile.
his hand came down to your face, long and thick fingers wiping away your tears.
"made me feel so good, sweetheart. let me reward you, yeah?" geto sensually spoke, making your clit throb with arousal. he helped you up, once again placing you on his lap as he pulled you in for a needy kiss, tasting himself on your tongue.
geto's hands sneaked inside your shirt, caressing your sides as you shuddered in response to his touches. you tried to focus on the kiss, but you soon felt his hands creep up to your tits, giving them a squeeze through your bra.
"suguru!" you gasped against his lips, making him bite your lower lip.
"off." he commanded, tugging at the hem of your t-shirt. you obliged obediently, pulling it over your head before throwing it on the floor. with very skillful movements, geto unhooked your bra, removing them before having it join your t-shirt on the floor.
your tits deliciously spilled out, perky nipples which were swollen from the lack of attention. geto wasted no time in taking a mouthful of your tits, sucking on the hard bud as you let out a whimper. you pulled his head closer to your chest, grinding your pussy on his cock through your shorts.
geto gently rolled your nipple between his teeth before giving it a playful bite, making you shake in his hold. he sucked the mounds of fatty flesh, making sure to leave a copious amount of purplish marks on your skin.
suddenly, he placed a hand on your back before shifting to the side, gently laying you down on one of the cushions. geto pulled down your shorts, eyes coming into contact with the wet patch on your panties.
your cheeks heated up in embarrassment, averting your gaze from him, which made him laugh.
"eager are we?" he playfully threw at you, making you whine. not pushing it any further, geto soon pulled down your panties as well, a thin line of your arousal being attached to the fabric. he threw your shorts and panties to the floor before taking in the sight of your soaking wet cunt.
"fucking hell, sweetheart, you're dripping." he commented, making you clamp your thighs shut from how bashful his vulgar words made you feel. however, geto didn't appreciate you covering up, strong hands now on your thighs as he spread them apart.
"don't be greedy, y/n. let me see, baby." geto scolded, pressing a kiss on your inner thighs, which made you yelp.
he wasted no time in giving your clit a feather-light stroke, making your thighs twitch from the sudden stimulation. geto liked that reaction, now using his thumb and middle finger to spread your wet folds open. he had to gather some self-control to not shove his face into your cunt.
"so fucking pretty." he complimented, gawking at your puffy cunt and swollen clit, giving it away that you indeed played with yourself moments before. you were so wet for him, it was absolutely ridiculous, your hole clenching on nothing as it leaked more of your juices.
"do something, sugu. need you so bad." you begged, bucking your hips up to feel more of his fingers. he snickered at your actions, landing a wet slap on your clit, making you whimper.
"good girls get what they want. so, be a good girl and be patient while i admire you, 'kay?" geto shortly lectured, making you softly protest at his constant teasing, needing to feel some part of him on your body.
the man watched you squirm and softly grunt with a contented grin on his lips, seeing how your thighs threatened to close every few minutes from his light touches. however, geto wasn't that mean and he's practically been dreaming of this moment ever since he’s met you.
and after what he heard earlier today? oh no, baby, he's gonna make sure to memorize every detail of your pussy today.
geto slid his middle finger between your folds, slowly rubbing it up and down, the tip of his finger nudging your clit once he dragged his digit back up. your breath hitched, hands flying to the back of your head to grip the cushion.
"tch, that's all you're gonna give me? you weren't so shy about being vocal earlier." geto scoffed, making your eyes widen as you looked at him with a shocked expression. he smirked, rubbing your clit in a quickened circular motion, making your brain stop working as you completely forgot about what he just told you, eyes screwing shut as you choked out a moan.
"fuck, suguru!" you cried out his name, breathing heavy as geto continued to stimulate the sensitive bundle of nerves, his free hand coming up to pinch your nipples and squeeze your tits.
"mhm, there you go. but, i gotta hear more from that pretty mouth of yours, sweetheart." with that being said, geto dragged his finger down to your needy hole, prodding it open.
you felt him enter his middle finger, groaning as it was longer and thicker than yours. geto began to thrust his finger in and out of your cunt at a slow pace, watching you fidget. he soon added a second finger, the stretch of his thick digits was too much as it made all the wires in your brain fuse.
"nghh~, s-shit, feels so good!" you cried out, feeling him scissor his fingers back and forth into your wet cunt. he suddenly plunged in a third finger, making you choke on your moans as they began to rub your tight walls.
"yeah? taking my fingers so well." he whispered, moving his body up, slotting himself between your legs while his fingers never faltered. geto captured your lips in a sloppy kiss, while you whimpered against his lips.
he moved his head down, taking your tits in his mouth once again as he continued to thrust his fingers inside of you. you babbled random things, eyes rolling back as you felt the familiar knot tightening in your lower stomach. your walls clamped down on his fingers, making geto grunt at the sudden squeeze on his fingers.
"such a naughty girl, you are, y/n. playing with this pretty pussy of yours while moaning my name when i'm not around." geto's voice was laced with faux sympathy, the squelching wet sounds of your cunt was like music to his ears, encouraging him to plunge his digits deeper and faster; hitting your g-spot.
"hnghh, g-gonna cum!" you squealed, hands coming up to squeeze his biceps, eyes pooling with tears as you could feel your brain becoming rewired. his palm rubbed against your clit while his fingers abused your hole, completely fucking out your senses as your brain became mush.
your throat released the most pornographic moan ever, clenching onto his fingers as you came hard on them. geto could feel your hole twitch and pulsate, your creamy cum dripping down his fingers and down your inner thighs onto the sofa.
"better than these, right?" he teased, using his free hand to bring your fingers to his lips, pressing a soft kiss on them. you nodded your head, not even comprehending what the fuck he just told you as you tried to calm down from your intense orgasm.
geto pulled his fingers out, making you wince as your hole felt empty. he shoved his cum soaked fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean as you watched the lewd sight of him eating your cum.
"so sweet." geto grinned, seeing you pant and flush into a deep red.
"sugu... p-please, hmphh—" you were cutoff by the sudden kiss, his lips smooching yours pretty noisily, coating them with his spit.
"what you need, sweetheart?" he whispered against your lips, tugging them between his teeth.
"need your cock in me, please." you breathed heavily against his lips, looking up at him with pleading lust glowing eyes. geto smiled against your plump flesh, sitting up on the sofa before pulling you up along with him.
"help yourself then." geto gave you the cue, helping you straddle his lap once again. you sat your bare cunt right on top of his hard cock, as it slipped between your folds, the warm leaky tip brushing against your clit. a soft whimper left your lips, eyes looking down at the porn-worthy sight.
you realized that his t-shirt was still on, pouting as you tugged the hem of it. geto cocked an eyebrow, feeling the fabric being yanked.
"off." you blurted out, the same way he did when undressing you. this made geto laugh, looking at you with teasing, narrowed eyes as he stroked your cheeks.
"so demanding." he playfully sneered, pulling his shirt over his head before discarding it with the rest of the pile of your mixed clothes on the floor. you placed your shaky hands on his shoulders before tracing his defined collarbones.
you moved down to his chest, intentionally brushing over his nipples, which made him shudder from the sensitivity. curious eyes shamelessly roamed around his upper body, seeing the well-sculpted abs he had from working out multiple times a week.
"like what you see?" geto playfully asked, making you scoff.
"like what i see? i'm trying so hard to not eat you right now." you grumbled, attaching your lips back onto his, muffling out his chuckle. you teasingly pinched his nipples to evoke a reaction, and you weren't left disappointed as he jolted, whimpering in your mouth.
you slightly opened your eyes, seeing from the corner of your eyes how his face was turning red from embarrassment.
"you're so adorable, suguru." you giggled, making him tsk as he landed a tight slap on your ass, making you yelp.
"yeah? tell me that when i'm sending you to poundtown." he countered your words, making you roll your eyes with a snort at the comment.
"looking forward to it, sugu." you said in a flirty tone, sending a wink towards his way, making geto's heart thud against his chest. you dug your face in the crook of his neck, kissing his skin as you began to mark it with hickeys.
you could feel his pulse point throb, lightly grazing your teeth against it, making him let out a heavy breath.
"you little minx." he grunted, arms kneading your ass before giving it a few slaps as a punishment, making you moan. his actions made you pout, wanting payback.
you began to slide your hips back and forth on him, feeling his hard cock easily slide between your wet folds. you trembled in his hold, feeling the grip on your waist tighten as you did this a few more times. the lewd wet sound of his girthy cock rubbing your dripping cunt made you even more aroused, his tip bumping into your clit, making you whine.
"hmm, i could cum from this." you shamelessly admitted, grinding yourself harder on him, watching geto bite his lower lip to suppress a moan. this annoyed you as you wanted him to be vocal, pressing your lips on his before shoving your tongue in his mouth, swallowing his moans as you glided your sopping wet cunt over his throbbing cock.
"stop.. i wanna cum inside you." geto said in between his breaths, forcefully stopping your waist as soon as his tip rested on your hole. he looked at you with a dazed look, his large hand coming up to brush your hair away from your neck.
"gonna let me feel you, sweetheart? pretty please?" he said in a low voice, kissing your collarbones before moving up to your neck.
"y-yeah.." you stuttered out, no longer being able to handle this game of teasing anymore. you raised your hips a little, taking a hold of the shaft of his cock, aligning his tip with your hole.
you began to lower yourself on him, slowly entering his fat tip in, your eyes shutting tight as you winced in pain from the sting. geto held onto your waist as support, his fingers gently rubbing your sides.
"there you go, easy, baby." he encouraged you, words being chased by a gruff grunt as you managed to shove a third of his cock inside of you. you could feel your knees slightly shaking, breathing heavily as you gripped onto his shoulder tightly to support yourself.
"need some help?" he gently murmured against your neck, eyes peering up to see tears forming in your eyes as you struggled to take in his cock. you nodded your head, making him hum in acknowledgement. geto sneaked a hand between the both of your bodies, the pad of his thumb stroking your clit.
the sudden mix of the pleasure from stimulating your clit along with the stinging pain of his cock bullying into your hole made your body shake. geto could feel your hole start to relax a little, using the arm around your waist to gently push you down as he continued to play with your clit.
"t-too much, it's too much!" your breath hitched, feeling yourself sinking in a few more inches of his lengthy cock. his mouth latched onto your nipple, sucking on the swollen bud, while his thumb continued to pleasure the tiny bundle of sensitive nerves between your legs.
"nghh~, f-fuck.." you let out a long moan, finally shoving in the last few inches of his cock, completely bottoming out. geto let out a guttural moan, throwing his head back on the sofa, as you both stayed like that for a minute.
"shit, baby, y-you're squeezing me so tight." geto choked out, while you tried to adjust to the stretch of his cock. you slouched your body forwards, hugging him tight as you craved for more skin-to-skin contact with him. geto happily accepted, firmly wrapping his arms around you as his hands stroked your back as you both breathed in each other's scent, molding into each other's body.
"feel so full, sugu, you're so big." you chuckled, laying your head on his shoulder as you pressed tender kisses on his jaw and chin. geto hummed, a proud grin painted on his lips as you stroked his ego.
"is that so?" he turned his head to the side, kissing your forehead. you began to slowly rock your hips, as geto progressed to shallow upward thrusts; the both of you letting out a blissful moan in sync.
you decided to completely lift yourself off of his, only his tip remaining inside you before slamming down on him, knocking the wind out of his lungs. geto looked at you with half-lidded eyes, jaw wide open, as he moaned shamelessly at the tight grip of your dripping cunt.
you adjusted to the size of him, beginning to bounce on his cock while holding onto his chest for support. geto squeezed your ass before giving it a spank, making you squeak.
"fuck, feels so good!" you cried out, feeling your knees burn as your hips went up and down on his dick, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix each time you pushed down. geto pulled you in closer, watching your tits bounce in front of him before capturing one of them in his mouth, sucking harshly.
you cried out in pleasure, beads of sweat beginning to form on your temples as it dripped down the sides of your face. your eyes fell down, watching where you both were connected, seeing how your pussy swallowed his entire cock in one swift motion.
your juices were dripping down on his shaft, wetting his balls and the fabric of the couch below you guys. the vein that decorated the underside of his cock deliciously grazed against your walls.
the living room was filled with heavy breathing, wet skin slapping, the shlick and squelching sounds of your drooling pussy colliding with his cock; along with the mix of moans and curses.
geto released your now swollen nipple from his mouth, his drool coating the bud as he looked at you, completely pussy drunk.
"you don't know how hard it was to resist you. u-ughh, had to fuck my fist to the thought of you every night." geto confessed, making you imagine the picture of him laying on his bed with his legs spread open like a whore, fisting his hard dick while moaning your name.
this alone made your pussy flutter, unintentionally making you squeeze him; earning a gruff groan from the man.
"you liked hearing that, didn't you? dirty girl." he let out a breathy laugh, making you frown as you grew embarrassed at how your body betrayed you.
"shut up, you talk too much." you grumbled before shoving your nipple back in his mouth to hush him and save whatever dignity you had left remaining. geto smirked, playfully giving your nipple a bite.
"suguru!" you yelp as you smacked his upper arm. as an apology, geto swirled his tongue around the bud, pinching the other neglected nipple as he fondled with both of your tits equally.
you could feel heat slowly building up in your lower stomach, that knot tightening feeling once again returning as your thighs began to tremble while you bounced on his cock. geto noticed your struggle, deciding to help you out as he grabbed a hold of your waist, still suckling on your nipple.
suddenly, he began to thrust upwards, his pelvis meeting your clit each time you bounced down on him. the impact of his action made your eyes roll back, feeling your orgasm draw in closer. your hand reached for your clit, rubbing it fast as geto began to increase his pace in thrusting his cock into you as you rode him.
"fuck! g-gonna cum! oh my god— hnnghh, i-i.." your voice died down, mind completely fucked out as you began to babble random shit while geto pounded into your cunt. a ring of cream began to form at the base of his cock, your pussy so incredibly wet that it was easy for him to slide in and out with no problem.
"fucked you dumb already? you're so needy." geto mumbled against your tits as they smothered him while you tried to chase your orgasm. your shaky hand reached behind his head, smoothly pulling off the hair tie that kept his hair in a bun.
you watched his ebony locks fall on his shoulder, nearly cumming right then and there at the sight of him.
god, he looked so babygirl.
geto's face was completely flushed, swollen lips suckling on your nipples, hair tousled, and sweat dripping down his face as his eyes were closed shut.
your fingers found home in his hair, tangling with the smooth locks as you pushed him closer to your chest, bouncing on his cock while he thrusted upwards in you.
geto felt your pussy twitch and squeeze around him, indicating that you were gonna cum soon. so, he made sure that his movements remained sharp and fast; plowing into your messy cunt, his balls were completely coated with your slick as they slapped against your ass.
"make a mess on me, sweetheart." he said, not sure if you were able to hear him from how fucked out you were. but, you didn't need to hear him as with a loud moan being ripped out of your throat, the intense stimulation on your clit and nipple along with the harsh pistoning of his cock into your cunt made you gush around him.
geto let out a soft whimper, feeling the warmth of your juices leaking down on his shaft. with a few more desperate thrusts as his tip brushes against your cervix, he came deep into your pussy. you shuddered at the feeling of his thick cum painting your walls, as he dumped in a huge load inside.
you both were a moaning mess, breathing heavily as your mixed fluids began to messily trickle down his cock. geto released your nipple from his mouth with a 'pop', looking at you through his fuzzy vision.
he noticed the dried streaks of your tears on your cheeks, the corner of your mouth with drool. you tugged on his hair, pulling him in for a sloppy kiss full of tongue and the sound of teeth clashing, riding out your highs with small thrusts.
you sucked on his lower lip before releasing it, pressing one last soft kiss on his lips before pulling away. you looked at him in a daze, pushing away the single messy bangs that covered his eye.
with his cock still plunged deep inside you, you hugged him while resting your head on his shoulder; trying to cool down from your orgasm and catch your breath.
"you okay, sweetheart?" geto asked softly, his fingers coming up to your cheek to stroke the burning hot flesh. you hummed with a nod.
"yeah. you feel so warm, sugu. don't wanna let go." you mumbled, pressing a soft kiss on his pulse point. geto decided to indulge into you, wrapping his arms around you as he held you close, both of your heartbeats synchronizing.
"we should clean up soon, it's well past dinner time." he deeply chuckled, making you sigh.
"okay." you responded, picking your head up before leaning in to give him one last kiss. geto looked at you with playful eyes as you gave him a shy smile.
oh yeah, his plan worked out perfectly.
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"mmm, this tastes so good, sugu!" you gasped, trying to speak with your mouth full, as you praised the taste of his food. geto made one of your favorite dishes, coconut shrimp curry with rice; his culinary skills were seriously no joke.
"hm, make sure to eat up then." geto chuckled, ruffling your hair before taking a bite out of his own plate. you both ate peacefully, talking about each other’s day along with making jokes here and there; as if he didn't rearrange your guts like twenty minutes ago.
"y/n?" he suddenly called out, making you look up at him with anticipating eyes.
"hm?" you hummed in response. you watched him clear his throat before playing with the shrimp on his plate with his chopsticks.
"i didn't want that to be like a one time thing between you and me. the thing is— i've liked you for a while now." geto confessed, making you nearly choke on your mouthful as you quickly chewed on your food, swallowing it.
"i like you too, sugu. although, i thought i was being pretty obvious." you sheepishly smiled, averting your gaze away from him as you grew shy.
"i guess i was being a little dumb. but, masturbating while moaning my name was definitely a game changing sign!" he teased, watching your nostrils flare up in embarrassment as your cheeks now became tinted with a soft blush.
"suguru!" you threw a balled up napkin towards him, making him burst out into a fit of laughter.
"i'm kidding! but, i won't lie, that shit made me so hard." geto casually stated, making you drop your eyes to the table.
"god, how much did you hear?" you gasped, growing a little worried. geto grabbed his chin, pretending to think hard.
"hmm, let's see. up till the part where you were like nghh~ need your cock inside my pussy, sugu! oh my god, i'm gonna cum!" he imitated your moans in an obnoxiously high-pitched voice, making you cover your face in embarrassment. geto let out a quick laugh at the sight, making you pout.
"damn, can't even fuck myself in peace." you mumbled to yourself, making him snort.
"well, now you can fuck me instead." geto nonchalantly replied with a smirk, making you choke on your food.
"god, you're so shameless!"
"i was being straightforward."
"whatever." you sighed out, rolling your eyes.
"go on a date with me this friday to the carnival." he suddenly offered, his smirk now replaced with a warm smile. your heart fluttered, feeling it stuck in your throat as your lips curled upwards.
"i'd love that." you accepted, and the both of you continued to finish up dinner.
since geto cooked for you both, you insisted on doing the dishes in return, although he tried to convince you that he had it covered. nonetheless, you were pretty stubborn, and geto decided to step away and let you clean up.
he made his way to the living room, sitting on the sofa as he grabbed his phone, clicking on the second person on his favorited contact list. geto waited patiently as he fixed his hair on the camera and after two rings, he finally picked up.
"you call me at the absolutely worst times, suguru. i'm literally about to dick down my girlfriend." gojo whined on the other side of the line, a frown tugging on his lips, making geto roll his eyes at his best friend's complaint.
"let's grab dinner tomorrow. i got something to tell you." geto smirked, and as if gojo telepathically knew what his best friend was gonna tell him, the white haired male gasped.
"no fucking way!"
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Part 2 to that Welcome Home Incorrect Quotes post I made, like, a year ago. Wow how productive of me.
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Poppy: Good morning.
Julie: Good morning.
Eddie: Good morning.
Barnaby: You all sound like robots, try spicing it up a bit.
Sally: MORNING MOTHERFUCKERS!
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Barnaby, holding in their laughter: Hey, how do you ask a glass of water what it’s doing?
Frank: A glass of water is an inanimate object. Therefore, it's incapable of having a thought process or understanding basic human language.
Barnaby:
Barnaby: Water you doing?
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Julie, peeling a banana: May I take your jacket, sir? Hahahaha.
Frank: Do you think other people can’t hear you?
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Wally: Good. Thanks, dad.
Poppy: You just called Eddie “dad”. You just said “thanks, dad.”
Wally: What? No, I didn’t. I said “thanks, man”.
Eddie: Do you see me as a father figure, Wally?
Wally: No. If anything I see you as a bother figure ‘cause you’re always bothering me.
Howdy: Hey! Show your father some respect!
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Howdy: *on the phone* Just snap his kneecaps and he’ll talk, I’m at a parent teacher conference.
Howdy: Anyways, you said Wally is enjoying finger painting! That's great.
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Eddie: Shouldn't get stressed out, it's not good for the baby.
Wally: What baby?
Eddie, crying a bit: Me.
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Wally: The shadow realm? No, I’m sending you to Ohio!
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Howdy: Well, if you're not at least a little bit gay for your friends, then what kind of friend are you?
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Frank, looking at a selfie of Wally's: I hate this photo.
Wally: I’m cute as fuck in that photo! I’m smiling kindly.
Frank: You’re not smiling kindly; you look like you’re up to something.
Wally: Up to kindness.
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*at a zoo*
Julie: What are they in for?
Frank: Julie, this isn't prison.
Julie: So they can leave?
Frank: No, but-
Julie, pointing at a meerkat: I bet that one murdered someone.
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Poppy: Fine! Judge all you want but...
Poppy, points at Sally: Married a lesbian.
Poppy, points at Julie: Left a man at the altar.
Poppy, points at Wally: Fell in love with a gay ice dancer.
Poppy, points at Barnaby: Threw a girl’s wooden leg in a fire.
Poppy, points at Howdy: Lives in a box!
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Julie: Frank and I are so close we even share a toothbrush.
Frank: We what?
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Wally: I never tell people off the bat that I'm gay. I wait. I wait until they say some homophobic shit and then I laugh and am like "you know I'm gay right?" and watch the look of terror on their face.
Barnaby:
Barnaby: I like you.
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Eddie: I think I'm falling for you.
Frank: Then get up.
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Julie: Why do you act like we’re three year olds?
Frank, exasperated: WHY?!?
Frank points at Barnaby: YOU TRIED TO HYJACK A CAR!
Frank points at Wally: YOU NEARLY JUMPED 20 FEET OFF A CARPARK!
Frank points at Julie: AND YOU ATE MULTIPLE DRIED LEAVES AND ROCKS OFF THE GROUND!
Frank: AND YOU ASK ME WHY????
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Howdy: Just a minute. I need to go take out the trash.
Frank: Oh. We're going out?
Howdy: Wh…
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Wally: *gets set on fire and screams in agony*
Wally: Nah, I’m just kidding. Fire does nothing to me.
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Sally: I need 28 lightbulbs for 28 ducks.
Howdy: Ducks can’t eat lightbulbs?
Barnaby: I think that’s the point.
Sally: Exactly. I want my ducks to glow so I can find them.
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Julie: Wasn't icarly that guy that girlbossed too close to the sun because he was down for Apollo?
Frank: ICARUS?
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*at an awards show*
Poppy: Can I carry you on my back like Eddie did?
Wally: I don't think Barnaby would like that.
Poppy: *pouts*
*Later*
Poppy: *carrying Wally on their back*
Barnaby: What the hell??
Wally: What was I supposed to do? Say no?
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Frank: I have very high standards, you know.
Eddie: I can make spaghetti...
Frank: Oh no! You're meeting all my standards!
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Wally: I’ve been here in jail so long I think I’ve lost my mind.
Wally: The days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months.
Wally: How long have I been in here now? Almost a year?
Barnaby: This is Monopoly.
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Wally: Could you guys at least try to see this from my perspective?
Barnaby: *crouches down*
Frank: *kneels down*
Poppy: *sits on the floor*
Wally:
Wally: I hate all of you.
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*Sally is crying after a breakup*
Eddie: There there, Sally.
Sally, still crying: Thanks, but how did you get into my room?
Eddie: Great question—
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Barnaby, knocking on the door: Howdy, open up!
Howdy: It all started when I was a kid.
Barnaby: That’s not what I-
Sally: Let them finish!
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Julie, on a random band name generator: Oooo! They Might Be Depressed Horses! That about sums up my friend group.
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Julie: War is heck!
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Sally: What’s it like being tall?
Sally: Is it nice?
Sally: Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards?
Poppy: We live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climb 4 chairs, 2 boxes, a small coffee table and 6 oddly placed stools to get what they want.
Wally: It was one time!
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Howdy: Last night I found out Barnaby is a sleep talker.
Poppy: Oh, really?
Howdy: "The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell." Right. In. My. Ear. At 3am.
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Wally: Wakey Wakey Eggs and Bakey!
Poppy: But I'm a vegan.
Wally: Wakey Wakey Vegetables and Sadness.
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Howdy: Imagine if someone handed you a box full of all the things you lost throughout your life.
Sally: It would be nice to have my sense of purpose back...
Julie: Oh wow, my childhood innocence! Thank you for finding this.
Eddie: My will to live! I haven't seen this in years.
Barnaby: I knew I lost that potential somewhere.
Wally: Mental stability, my old friend!
Howdy: Jesus, could you guys lighten up a little?
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Frank, looking over Wally’s shoulder: You can draw?
Wally, stopping what they were doing: You can speak?
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Wally, near tears: Please, Neighbor, I don’t speak meme! I don't know what a 'yeet' is!
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Julie: A party is a celebration of a life, bringing people together to let the guest of honor know how much they’re loved. Frank has done so much for us. This is our chance to do something for them.
Eddie: By forcing them to have fun at a party that they don’t want to be at?
Julie: I knew you’d understand.
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Wally: Julie noticed only today that they can label their email inboxes, but they took apart their entire bloody laptop two weeks ago.
Sally: This reminds me of the Julie who couldn’t turn on the coffee maker, but remembers about 500 digits of pi.
Wally: I’ll be delighted to inform you that this is the very same Julie.
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Julie: What do I get?
Sally: A night of fashion, mischief, mayhem, and possible death.
Julie: Ooh, check, check, and check; not sure about that last one.
Sally: It won't be you.
Julie: I'll get my coat.
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Wally: My crush isn’t picking up on my hints.
Barnaby: What hints have you given them?
Wally: Well, I think about them a lot.
Wally: And sometimes I even think about talking to them.
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Poppy: Don’t worry, I know exactly what I’m doing. Everything is going to be fine!
Julie: How can you still say that?
Poppy: Because sometimes, when things get tough, denial is all we have.
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Julie: If you spell skeletons backwards, it still spells skeletons.
Barnaby, deadpan: Wow, I can't wait for Halloween to see some snoteleks.
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Wally: I'm not a morning person. I'm barely even a person.
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Julie, holding a scooter: Poppy! Can I go outside and play with this?
Poppy: Sure, whatever. I'm not your parent, okay?
Julie, running outside: Thanks Poppy!
Poppy, running out after them and screaming: NOT ON THE STREET! STAY AWAY!
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Sally: ....Thou shalt not marry each other, for thy art both sinful...
Frank: I just wanna fucking marry Eddie!!
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Eddie: My life is a little too much panic and not enough disco.
Julie: My life is a little too much fall and not enough boy.
Wally: My life is a little too much chemical and not enough romance.
Sally: My life is a little too much imagination and not nearly enough dragons.
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Frank: Fuck capitalism. It's a rigged system that keeps us poor and it isn't fair. You shouldn't need to work three jobs to afford basic necessities.
Frank, playing Monopoly: Sorry, if you wanted to win you should have tried not being poor.
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I did it :D
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My Deal with Giselle Gewelle
So, let me preface this by saying that I'm trans. I'm not saying that to invalidate the feelings of other trans people, just to specify that mine isn't some outsider's perspective. There's also spoilers for Bleach: TYBW, but I'm guessing that there aren't a lot of interested parties left who don't know about this. You probably also know this goes into transphobia, necrophilia, and rape, but if you don't, uh... trigger warning! Reader beware, you're in for a scare!
Recently, an episode of Bleach: Thousand Year Blood War came out in which noted bitchy asshole who uses too much product Yumichika Ayasegawa misgendered darling, sweet murderous trans babygirl Giselle Gewelle. It's also implied that upon necromancing Bambietta's corpse, Giselle had sex with her, probably against her will. That's all pretty fucked up, and I want to talk about it.
I started my transition about ten years ago, and exposure to trans or gender non-conforming anime and manga characters in general went a long way towards me accepting I was trans. Looking back, Giselle was one of the most significant characters to me at that early stage. I've always loved her design, and she was the first legit trans character I ever really saw and resonated with in anime and manga.
Get this: there used to be this thing in Shonen Jump's manga line-up called the Big Three. The most influential, bestselling manga in the bunch. One Piece, Naruto, and Bleach. And you wanna know something? Bleach was the first one to have a trans woman character. We can debate whether or not Giselle was good representation, but you know what? At the time, the closest we ever got was Haku pulling the "Oh, by the way, I'm a boy" card in Naruto's first major arc back in the early 2000s and a constant bombardment of okama jokes in One Piece. Okama is a derogatory term for gay men and drag queens, and for a long time, Oda could not get enough of making jokes about big, hairy men in women's clothing.
Now there was also Alluka Zoldyck in Hunter X Hunter, but the vast stretches of time Hunter X Hunter spends on hiatus makes it unclear to me whether she or Giselle came first. But within the Big Three - a designation which doesn't mean much now, but meant a ton back then - Giselle was first. Hunter X Hunter was never quite considered part of the Big 3. But either way, I think Alluka is the better character in terms of how her being trans is written. She's cute, she's precious, she's perfect in every way, and I'll make you pay if you say a single bad thing about her.
Years and years later, Oda would go on to write Kikunojo and Yamato. I still have complicated thoughts about Yamato as trans rep, but Kiku is great trans rep for being a relatively minor character. Oda has also phased the okama jokes out of the story over time. Jujutsu Kaisen also has a subtle, but well-handled example of a trans woman in Kirara Hoshi. She doesn't get nearly enough time in the story, and her identity hasn't been explored yet, but I hope GeGe will unpack that before the story's conclusion.
I tell you all of that so you realize that even if Giselle could have been handled better, Kubo was the first of the Big 3 authors to even try to write a trans girl. Not a femboy, not an okama - a trans woman/girl. He also gave us Charlotte Cuulhorne, and while Charlotte's depiction flirts with being just an okama gag and nothing more, she's so fabulous and so positive in her outlook on life that I can't bring myself to be mad.
So let's look at Giselle as a character. She's very cute, with her big eyes and goofy, purposefully adorable mannerisms. None of the other Sternritter girls try to be cute in quite the way Giselle does. Meninas likes cute things, but doesn't act cute, and that's as close as it gets. Unlike the other Femritters, Giselle wears clothes that cover up as much as possible. Even Liltotto's outfit shows off her shoulders and thighs some; Giselle keeps her shoulders and neck completely covered by a baggy sweater, and her legs covered by tights. Kubo drew a swimsuit picture with the Bambis all together, and he opted to put Giselle in a swimsuit with a skirt. It's pretty apparent that Giselle has concerns about how she looks and covers up as much as she can out of dysphoria. As a card-carrying member of the big jacket-long pants-closed toe shoes gang, I can tell you that when you're not very progressed with your transition, it's like that.
I think you can also make the argument that part of why Giselle acts so cutesy is because of her insecurities and feeling like she has to make up for them by being extra, overtly feminine and adorable. It's like that.
There's not a doubt in my mind that Kubo intended for Giselle to be trans. But is she good trans rep? Probably not, but she might not be as bad as she's made out to be.
People who criticize how Giselle is depicted as a trans character have two or three go-to arguments. Three points of interest to say that she's being written in a transphobic way.
1.) Yumichika scopes her out as trans and misgenders her.
2.) Charlotte says she and Giselle have a lot in common.
3.) The most damning: what Giselle does to Bambietta.
So, I've never liked people using Yumichika as a litmus test for how Kubo feels about trans people. Let me explain something to you: Yumichika is a bitch, an asshole, and the consummate gadfly. One of his defining traits is his awful personality and his inability to resist saying cruel, petty things to others. He's awful to Charlotte and he's awful to GiGi, and he's pretty much awful to anyone besides Ikkaku and Kenpachi, but especially Charlotte and GiGi.
Yumichika is an allegory for a closeted gay man. He has this deep admiration, respect, loyalty, and arguably love for Kenpachi and Ikkaku that's led him to stay in the 11th Division even though it's not where his talents are best put to work. He's adept at kido and his zanpakuto is based in kido, but he refuses to use the former or reveal the latter to his squad because he doesn't want them to reject him. The 11th Division is the manly man squad, all testosterone and sweat and bulging muscles and... ahem. Sorry, I got a little carried away. It's all very erotic. Anyways, Yumichika wants to be close to the men with whom he shares a bond of emotion and martial loyalty alike, and he refuses to embrace his gifts because of it. He's afraid his friends in the boys' club will kick him out for having interests and inclinations that most of them look down on.
I think you can make the argument that Yumichika hates Charlotte and Giselle precisely because they're being true to themselves, meaning they've made a leap he hasn't yet. He's too scared of what might happen if he doesn't keep the lie going about his zanpakuto, and he resents Giselle and Charlotte because they overcame a similar fear of rejection. And he expresses that by rejecting their truth, i.e., misgendering them. This is the interpretation I like the best. It's a sad fact that lots of gay men, closeted or otherwise, refuse to accept trans women.
Charlotte says she and Giselle have a lot in common, and honestly, I don't think this is transphobic either. If you choose to read Charlotte as a trans woman who isn't stereotypically feminine, but is true to herself, then what she's stating is just a fact. She and Giselle may not look the same, and Giselle may have an easier time passing, but they're both trans women if you ask me. And I think Giselle reacting with discomfort isn't innaccurate, either. Charlotte's confidence is admirable in some ways, but I think it sets of Giselle's alarm bells that she's going to be outed and rejected. Lots of trans women - myself included - are haunted by this fear that we'll never pass, never be accepted, or will be incapable of retaining our desired presentation as we get older. It's like that.
So, that brings us to the Bambietta Incident. Not quite as wide-reaching as the Shibuya Incident, but about as traumatizing for some, apparently. Full disclosure, I don't believe any heinous acts should be censored from fiction. If it makes you uncomfortable or awakens traumatic memories, then I'm sympathetic to that, but I do not believe that the right answer is to sanitize every work of fiction of every immoral act that could have that effect. You know where your limits are, so don't count on authors to protect you. Most of them won't, and I think you're stronger and smarter and more able to navigate a world with fictitious depictions like that in it than you realize.
I'm not gonna sugarcoat it, Giselle probably sexually assaulted Bambi. And is that right of her to do? Fuck no, it isn't. But nobody's really debating if that's right or wrong. The problem is that if you look at it a certain way, this is just reinforcing the old, awful stereotype of trans women being predators in disguise. Lots of shitty writers have done that, and it sucks.
However, those depictions assume that trans women are predators, by definition. Or at least sexual deviants. We could go down the rabbit hole of how sexual deviancy has historically been defined by people who use sex as a form of control anyway, but I'm not well-read enough to do that and - well, you've seen how long this post is. Be honest, you wouldn't want me to even try.
The point is that a depiction like that assumes trans woman = deviant. I don't want to make that logical leap here, because that means you need to assume that Kubo wrote Giselle with the intention that she assaulted Bambi because she's trans. I'm not a mind reader, so I'm uncomfortable with acting like I can know Kubo's intentions. It's a bad look to us in the Western sphere of the anime fandom, but I'm not sure how Kubo saw it. He might have not realized how it would look until that chapter was out there and he couldn't undo it, but given the fact they kept it in the anime, he either probably doesn't see a problem with it or there were other rewrites he saw as more important to allocate his mental energies to. Writing Bleach burned this man out, so I'll cut him some slack if so.
My point is, I'm not sure if you can say for sure that the story intends you to believe that Giselle assaulted Bambi because she's trans. When you look at it, Kubo seems to have a more in-depth understanding of trans people than some of you might have first realized. And I mean, shit man, he gave her biology manipulation powers. Every trans girl's first pick for super powers is shapeshifting or some form of biology manipulation. He knows. He's onto us. He's familiar with our ways. The jig is up, girls.
Looking at the broader scope of the narrative, Bleach is littered with characters who perform heinous actions and are not just shoved out the "All Villains Die" airlock. Chief example being Mayuri. The man committed war crimes, experiments on human beings, turns his own subordinates into bombs, and is heavily implied to have performed some very sexual deeds to reconstitute his daughter Nemu after Szayel parasitized her. Yet he still saves the day multiple times and he isn't gotten rid of, because he's more useful to the side of overall good alive than dead. Bleach is one of very few series to have characters who perform heinous deeds and still be treated as humans, rather than reducing them to those deeds and nothing else.
Plus, nobody really treats it as an issue with Kubo's writing that Bambietta killed one of her own fellow Quincies in cold blood just to vent her frustrations. I think because it's sexual and because Giselle is trans, she ends up being the lightning rod when... let's be honest, compared to what some of the Shinigami have done, what Giselle did is kind of quaint. She even helps rescue Candice and I think Meninas after they're taken captive by Mayuri in the novels, and she's considering releasing Bambietta from her control.
Given what we've seen, I think it's less accurate to pick on Giselle and try to say she's a case of Kubo being transphobic, and more accurate to say that living in the Shadow Realm under Yhwach's cruel, exploitative regime has made all the Sternritters fucked up in their own unique, vibrant ways. And for that matter, Kubo never kills her off. He clearly likes her enough to want her to still be around after the end of the series.
When you look at how Kubo draws Giselle in the manga and in illustrations after the manga's conclusion, you can tell he enjoys himself when he's drawing her. He always lavishes her facial expressions with detail, and you can feel love radiating off the page. That's more than you can say for a lot of the Quincies. I think Kubo was overjoyed to not have to draw PePe and his Vollständig anymore.
So like, yeah, Giselle is my problematic fave transgender character. And I don't think she's even as problematic as people's kneejerk reactions are to think she is. If you disagree, I don't care, I don't value your opinion. Particularly if you're not trans. If you're an ally, then that's sweet and all, but never try to speak for trans people about depictions of trans characters. If you are trans and Giselle made you uncomfortable, then I'm sorry you feel that way.
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Fortune favors the Bold ⛓
TDI! Duncan x Juvie Bestfriend! Reader ⛓
Chapter Twenty-One: The kids we left behind
(Netflix isn't working once again so enjoy a flashback chapter! You and Duncan are both seven, and this mainly revolves around his older brother, not a long chapter, sorry but i havent paid my internet bill or whatever so i wanna savor it- is that how that works-)
Mick watched Duncan wait patiently by the door. He knew that his youngest brother was anxiously awaiting for you to arrive. It seemed that the boy was always waiting for you.
Leo, was asleep and was nearly on top of Mick by the time you finally arrived. He didn't stay asleep for long though, you burst into the house nearly oozing with light.
"OKAY SO-" You jumped on top of Duncan who already was laughing.
Mick was amazed by the transformation you held over Duncan. The abused child who typically was quiet and reserved turned into this happy and joyful creature.
It was horrifying, but in a fun way.
"Miss me?" you smiled still nearly straddling the other boy. The boy smiled, and flipped you onto your back. "Always." He winked.
Oh these fuckers- Mick rolled his eyes, he never thought he'd say this about two children- but fucking marry each other already holy shit it's wild.
James walked by the living room and stopped seeing his youngest brother straddling the girl, James considered as another sibling.
"Uh-" James looked onto the couch and saw a half-asleep Leo, an amused Mick, Kenny who was for some reason under the coffee table, and Henry and Lucas staring at the TV.
"You gonna do something about this?" He questioned Mick who smiled and shrugged.
God, brothers.
"Idiots, I'm going to tell Ben about this I swear to god-" James turned around and ran up the stairs into the communal room he shared with his six other brothers.
Ben was scrolling through his phone doing situps on the top bunk. "Ben, how on earth does Duncan get more girls then you do?" James smiled scratching his nose with his middle finger.
"Dude, it's cause I'm gay-"
"Fair enough."
Ben rolled his eyes and jumped off the top bunk and whiped his hands on his sweatpants. "Show me the damage." He ushered his brother back downstairs into the living room.
The two bestfriends had now migrated onto the couch, and they were sitting next to Leo who was back to his usual snoring.
Y/N had her arm intertwined with Duncan's and was rambling about her day, but both brothers were a good 90% sure he wasn't listening, his eyes were focused on you, and there was this dreamy look in his eyes which made it clear he wasn't all there.
"You understand that they are like literally in love with each other, right-" Ben turned around to James unsure of what the problem was.
"... well for starters... their seven-"
"So? You had your first kiss at seven." Ben pointed out and James gave him a pointed glare. "I was asleep and it was the dog." James hissed.
"Your just sad because your brother is getting more action then you are." Ben laughed patting his brothers arm and sitting down on the couch, ruffling you and Duncan's hair with a fond smile.
"There is seven of us, it's almost guaranteed that one of us has to be." Mick said his eyes on the TV. "Why were you listening?" James raised an eyebrow. "Well it was either listen to you loose your shit, or listen to this idiot snore." He flicked Leo's nose upwards causing the snore to stop for a moment.
Before continuing.
"If any of you are wondering what to get me for Christmas, I beg of you, earmuffs, headphones, anything." Mick begged the lot of you.
You handed him a pair of shop class headphones and everyone looked at you curiously. "Ya'll I'm in three shop-classes, I'm always gonna have these on me." You blushed hiding your head in Duncan's collarbone.
"Marry her." Mick mouthed to his brother as he put the headphones on, sighing in relief.
Duncan blushed hard and shrunk in his seat.
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That night when Henry walked into his room, he didn't hear the usual sound of his youngest brother trying to get his older brothers to include him in the conversation.
(The conversation typically revolved around: How the hell are we gonna save up enough money to get out of this hell hole?)
So usually it didn't work.
But tonight he heard your soft chatter with Duncan, he stared at one of the bottom bunks and saw Duncan without a shirt on, he winced seeing his brothers bruises because Henry had the same if not worse.
You held ice on the bruises whispering your apologies each time Duncan whimpered. The bruises were so purple they were nearly black.
Duncan always seemed to have it bad in the Tarun household. No one really understood why, I mean sure the father hit them all, but not like he did Duncan.
As you grabbed Duncan's hand and positioned it to hold up the ice to one of the more nasty bruises you went into your backpack and pulled out a pack of bandaids.
You started off with the butterfly ones. When you had went over to your house for dinner, thats when their father came home, he decided that target practice was in order, and as usual it ended with the youngest child.
You slowly picked out the glass shards and went over the cuts with the butterfly bandaids. On the larger ones, you used typical bandaids that had actual butterflies on them.
Soon enough it seemed that Duncan had all of his major scrapes taken care of. Henry watched as you helped his brother slip on a shirt over his head and you tucked him into bed.
You seemed to be asking a question but you were far enough that Henry couldn't hear.
Duncan nodded, clearly tired, most likely from blood loss. You carefully climbed on the bed, and you angled your head so it wouldn't touch any of his bruises, and you laid your head on his chest.
He smiled once he saw how happy his brother looked as he wrapped his arms around you.
Henry was sad to say he knew the truth, he knew that he didn't need to call your dad and ask if you could stay the night. Truth be told he was pretty sure your father wouldn't even be there.
Y/N L/N was made for his brother, through and through.
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bonus: quotes from you, duncan, and his brothers!
You: Why isn’t the statue smirking at me?
Duncan: It isn’t smirking at anyone, they’re all just imagining it.
You: Three of us saw it, Duncan. How do you explain that?
Duncan: *points at Henry* Sleep deprivation. *points at James* Paranoia. *points at Mick* Delusional personality disorder.
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You: Where's Duncan, Henry, and James?
Mick: They're playing hide and seek.
You: Where?
Mick: I don't think you get how this game works
You: oh then maybe my mom isn't dead
Mick: what do you mean?
You: well she's been hiding for almost three years now, maybe everyone was trying to play a trick on me
*Duncan falling out of the top kitchen cabinent, Henry unfolding himself out of dishwasher, and James stepping out of the garbage can, all of them are looking at you in horror.*
Seven year old you laughing and pointing: HAH **** YOU ALL I FOUND YOU WITH MY TRAUMATIC ******* BACKSTORY SUCK MY **** YOU ABSOLUTE SONS OF ******
Seven year old Duncan smiling and clapping you hand: Shes my best friend
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A Grave Misunderstanding
Summary: Wednesday completely misinterprets what Enid said, and it leads to some dire consequences
TW: Homophobia | But it's by accident and shunned
Meant to be more humorous than serious, but I thought of the concept in the shower and wrote it on a whim.
Length: 2331 Words
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“Wednesday, can I talk to you?” Enid asked, stepping up to the center of their shared room.
“If you must,” she responded, turning away from the typewriter to look at Enid, her stoic gaze nearly piercing into the girl’s soul.
“Well, this is gonna be kind of hard but, I’m,” Enid hesitated, looking away from Wednesday, “I think I’m gay.”
“Of course. It has always been incredibly obvious. I do not know how it took you this long to realize,” Wednesday responded, before turning back around to work on her novel. Keys from the typewriter once again filled the dorm.
“Wait, you knew?”
“Of course.”
“Well, I hadn’t realized it yet,” Enid stepped over the line in the middle of the room, slowly approaching Wednesday.
“Peculiar. Anyways, I wish to return to my writing undisturbed now, go away.”
“Wait Willa one last thing,” Enid began. Wednesday interrupted with “Don’t call me Willa” but Enid ignored it, continuing on “Are you okay with it?”
“I thought I made it abundantly clear that I do not appreciate it.”
“Oh,” Enid whispered. Wednesday heard a sob break out just before the door to their dorm slammed shut.
‘She was crying’ Thing tapped out.
“I tell her I do not appreciate how carefree she acts often, it is odd that this time she expressed issue with it,” Wednesday responded, turning to face Thing, “What do you think would be the cause of it?”
‘I don’t know’
“Hm, I suppose it’s a mystery for another day. I have already wasted enough of my writing time.” The sounds of a typewriter could once again be heard filling the dorm, though Wednesday couldn’t shake the feeling of guilt that was gnawing away at her as she wrote
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Enid had not returned by the time Wednesday went to sleep and she still wasn’t there when she awoke in the morning which caused the painful feeling in Wednesday’s chest to soar, much to her annoyance.
“Thing, has Enid been in?”
‘She stopped in last night to pack a bag while you were asleep, asked me not to wake you. Wouldn’t answer any of my questions though.’
“She packed a bag again? I thought we were past this,” Wednesday thought aloud, a sadness plaguing her thoughts even if she would never admit it, “She is most likely in Yoko’s dorm. I’ll have to go ask for her.”
She got ready for the day quicker than she normally would, before going to do just that. However, the second Yoko peaked through the door and saw it was her, the door slammed in her face. “Fuck off Addams, Enid isn’t talking to you.”
“I do not understand why she is upset. I have expressed the discomfort before and she never appeared bothered.”
“You’ve done this before? Jesus Christ you're a prick Addams, just go away,” Yoko screamed through the door, with the only interruption to her shouts being the broken sobs of Enid echoing throughout the room.
Wednesday considered continuing the conversation, but knew that fighting Yoko here was essentially fighting Enid, which wouldn’t help anything. So with one final disgruntled noise, she moved from Yoko’s room to her first class of the day.
The class itself was normal, her classmates however were not. Instead of the normal indifference or fear that was displayed on their faces, a majority of her classmates were glaring at her. Even Bianca, who would normally smirk at her when she answered a question before Wednesday, refused to turn around and look at the goth. She would glare back at the classmates that dared to look at her in the first place, which scared them into looking away, but it was still an odd occurrence.
The final nail that something was incredibly wrong happened on the way to her third class that day. An eraser hit the back of her head and someone shouted, “Fuck off homophobe.�� When she turned around to look for the source of the shout, she found everyone in the hallway glaring at her. She sent one more Addams-patented glare back before walking to her third class.
However, she seemed unable to focus during this class. That word kept sticking in her mind, as she could not figure it out. She had never heard the word ‘homophobe’ before and trying to piece together the latin roots seemed to be doing nothing for her. Even after many attempts, she could only loosely piece together a fear of the same, which made no sense. It also wouldn’t explain why everyone appeared to be angry with her. Thing was unfortunately no help in the matter. So finally, when lunch rolled around, she moved towards the quad to search for someone to ask, no matter how much she was against the idea.
Upon entering the quad, conversations almost instantly hushed. At first she assumed it was because she never was seen here unless there were no other options, but then Wednesday noticed that a majority of the students were glaring at her with malicious intent once again. Finally someone shouted that word again, and it quickly started being chorused throughout the quad. She schooled her face to stop confusion from crossing it before moving to find someone to talk to.
Enid and Yoko were nowhere to be found, so it seemed likely that they were eating in Yoko’s dorm, which unfortunately left her with only one option. Cautiously, she approached the table Bianca was sitting at. As she approached the table, conversations around the quad began to pick back up, even if the students still glared at her as she walked past.
Finally, she reached the table, “Bianca, I need your help.” Bianca however, did not even spare her a glance. Instead continuing to talk to the people that were at her table. Taking a deep breath and steeling herself, Wednesday continued “Please.”
This got Bianca’s attention, as her eyes snapped towards Wednesday in surprise. She still looked unhappy to see her, but she also looked contemplative. After multiple silent moments as Bianca’s table watched the interaction, she finally stood up. “You have 2 minutes.”
“That is acceptable, this should not take long.”
It only took a few moments for the two of them to find a secluded hallway beside the quad. Out of sight from her fellow classmates, but more importantly out of earshot.
“Okay Addams, what’s so important?”
Wednesday once again took a deep breath, preparing herself to ask Bianca of all people for help, “I do not understand why everyone is angry, and because of your social standing I assumed you would know.”
“You don’t,” Bianca stuttered out, a look of both anger and shock passing over her face, “How the hell could you not figure it out? They literally shouted it at you as you approached me. Do you ignore people that much?”
“That is… the issue. Despite my efforts, I cannot piece together what the word ‘homophobe’ means. Thing has been no help and Enid is still upset with me, so I cannot go to her for help on the matter.”
Bianca stood still for a moment, her eyes still full of some shock, but also staring into Wednesday’s soul. Almost as if she’d be able to read her mind by doing so, “Oh my god.”
“What is it Barclay? I do not have time for this guessing game. We only have 30 seconds remaining until our conversation is out of time”
“Oh my god you’re being serious.”
“Of course I’m being serious. When do you know me to joke. Now Barclay, tell me why people are angry with me before the time is up.”
“Ignore that stupid time I gave you Addams. I have some things to ask you now instead,” Bianca rapidly spoke, before taking a breath and slowing down, “Like first off, do you know what LGBT is?”
“Why would I care to know what some insipid little acronym means?”
“Okay, this is making a lot of sense. Let’s fall back to your conversation with Enid.”
“I do not know how you know of that conversation nor do I wish to talk about it with you, I just wish to know what the word homophobe means Barclay.”
“This is important to that, and as for how I know, Yoko told me, but do you know what gay means?”
“Of course,” she responded, confusion written on her face for a moment before she morphed her face back into a stoic expression once again. This caused Bianca’s face to fall, disappointment in her gaze, “Why wouldn’t I?”
“Oh,” Bianca responded slowly, “So you only know some of the terms. That also means you meant what you said to Enid. I’m done here Addams, good day.” She began walking away.
“Of course I meant it, Her constant cheeriness is a drain to be around and every day I wish that she would stop. That still does not tell me what homophobe means.”
This caused Bianca to stop in her tracks, realization dawning on her face. After a few moments, she broke out into a chuckle, before finally breaking into a pure belly-laugh. “Oh my god. I can’t believe this. Everything makes so much sense now. Oh my god.”
“I am happy it makes sense to you, because it still doesn’t make sense to me,” Wednesday deadpanned.
“Okay okay,” Bianca started between laughs, “I can fix this, just give it a minute.” Once she finally stopped laughing, she pulled out her phone and sent a few messages. The phone dinged nearly instantly and she smirked before putting it back in her pocket. “If you can wait here for about 5 minutes Addams, everything will make sense.”
The goth let out a disgruntled sigh, but stood there anyways. She refused to let it show that she was confused as to what Bianca meant, or as to why she was still periodically giggling, but she did let it show that she was annoyed by this turn of events. That is until Enid and Yoko rounded the corner and paused like a deer in headlights.
Enid turned to move before being interrupted by Bianca. “Okay you two, no running, this is a miscommunication and I’m here to solve it for you all,” She faced away from Wednesday, who watched, unable to stop the small smile from playing on her face when she looked at Enid.
“Miscommunication? She said she hated that I’m gay,” Enid growled towards Wednesday. There was a viscous malice in her eyes that made the goth girl feel almost sad, though that wouldn’t stop her from speaking her mind.
“Of course, you are too lighthearted and cheery for your own good, Sinclair,” Wednesday spoke up from behind Bianca, making both Enid and Yoko freeze once again. Finally, Yoko burst out into laughter.
“I do not get why both you and Barclay find this so funny. I just wish to know what the word ‘homophobe’ means and I will be on my way.”
“Okay, now that you two are here,” Bianca began, looking between Enid and Wednesday, “We can solve this miscommunication and teach you what homophobe means.”
“Finally,” the goth muttered under her breath, before moving towards Bianca. Enid hesitantly did the same which brought forward a painful feeling in her chest, much to her dismay.
“So, Wednesday, let’s start out with this. Do you know what homosexual means?” Bianca continued.
Wednesday paused, thinking for a moment, before responding, “I suppose it would mean someone who is sexually attracted to similarities?”
This finally made everything click for Enid, her wariness instantly transforming into giggles. Wednesday sent the cheery werewolf a glare, but otherwise kept her focus on Bianca.
“Kind of. A homosexual is someone who is attracted to the same gender. There’s a lot of nuance that we don’t have time to get into, but homosexual can often mean both sexually or romantically.”
Wednesday stopped, her thoughts clearly trying to figure out what was happening, “That does not make sense. The school has no reason to believe I dislike homosexual people. I am attracted to a woman myself,” The final sentence trailed off as she realized what she was saying, but it was still enough for all 3 girls there to understand what was being said. Their eyes widened, glancing between each other, before Bianca looked back towards Wednesday and let the revelation go.
“Well they kind of do because-” Bianca began, before being interrupted by Enid, “Because gay is another word for homosexual.”
This made Wednesday’s eyes open in shock, before looking over at Enid. She opened her mouth to respond, but for once in her life she felt speechless.
Finally after what felt like an eternity of silence, Wednesday spoke, “I apologize. I did not mean to make you feel the way you must have. I have never heard the term ‘gay’ used in that way before because my family does not subscribe to such labels.”
“God silly you had me so worried,” Enid rushed over to her, a large smile plastered on her face and a hop in her step, “I thought you were a bigot and it turns out you’re just weird.”
“We prefer kooky.”
“Kooky it is then,” the werewolf giggled.
There was some hesitation before, “Thing missed you Sinclair.”
The smile on Enid’s face softened, “I missed you too.”
They stood there for a few more minutes just staring at each other, which Bianca and Yoko took as their queue to leave, before Enid finally spoke up, “So then miss emotionless goth who hates everybody, which girl caught your ire?”
“An annoyance who shouldn’t be asking questions like that,” Wednesday responded, and Enid only giggled before leaning in for a hug. The goth hesitated, but eventually relented and allowed Enid to hug her. A small smile played at both of their lips as Enid squeezed tighter than before.
“God I love you Willa.”
There was no response for a minute, before finally, “I love you too Enid.”
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A/N This is the first time I've written anything that isn't code in like 3 years and I wrote it on a whim at 3 AM. It's also my first actual Tumblr post. It's probably a bit OOC and definitely isn't great, but hopefully someone gets some enjoyment out of it.
#wenclair#wednesday#wednsday addams#enid sinclair#wednesday x enid#wednesday netflix#fanfic#gay#homophobia but its accidental#wenclair fanfic#please ao3 give me an account#bianca barclay
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Trimmings (P1)
(Hellcheer Short set in the Old Haunts Universe)
A/N: A little humor to break up all my angst-heavy writing lol
A Metalhead’s hair is sacred, but fire is fire.
Chicago, Illinois 1988
“I blame you entirely.” Eddie seethes, shuffling lower in his seat, the God awful smell of burnt follicles still oppressing his nostrils. He’s spent the better part of the car ride scowling in silence, trying to think of a way to undo this, some solution, some trick.
“No, nuh-uh, nope, absolutely not,” Gareth chimes from the driver’s seat loudly. “I’m not taking the fall for this one… How the hell is it my fault?”
“You gave Jimmy the go ahead!”
“Bullshit! I’ve been second in command for twelve fucking years, I said it would be awesome, but you had the final say.”
“Because you made it sound like he knew his shit!”
“Oh, please, you nearly creamed your pants when you heard the word pyrotechnics.” he snaps. “You were just as onboard as the rest of us.”
“Yeah well …” he scoffs. “You recruited Jimmy in the first place.”
“Because we needed a new lead singer and some eye candy for the girls… not because he‘s a smart guy, Eddie.”
He groans miserably, palming his eyes. It really doesn’t matter whose fault it is—not his—because it doesn’t change anything.
The damage is done.
“…Want me to call Chrissy?” Gareth asks after a couple of minutes of awkward silence.
“Yeah, yeah,” he barks sarcastically in a manic, high pitch voice as he snaps back up. “That’s a great idea, Gareth, let’s call my anxiety ridden wife while she’s at class and tell her that I caught on fire at rehearsal with our four month old daughter in the vicinity!”
“Hey, hey, I’m just trying to help, nobody got hurt…”
Eddie gawks at him.
“Like legitimately hurt, dude… You don’t have any bad burns or anything. It could have been way worse.”
“Man, I’ve been growing this out since I was fifteen.”
“It’s not…” Gareth brakes at a red light, frowning as he takes him in. “…that bad.”
Olivia fusses a little in her car seat. Eddie glances back, pulling half his body through the console to check on her. “I know, bug, I know, your Uncle Gareth is a liar.” he says, reaching to rub her tiny tummy till she calms back down, shooting his drummer a death glare all the while.
Gareth rolls his eyes. “Just calm down, I told you, Amber’s got this, she’s the best.”
“Yeah, yeah everyone’s the best, so long as they’re screwing you.” he hisses as they pull into the salon.
“No man, I mean it, she’s a legit miracle worker, she does my hair and Ned’s too…”
“Oh, well now I’m convinced.” Eddie sings with mock enthusiasm as he slams his door shut, opening the back door to get Olivia out. She’s wide awake now, staring up at him with her big brown eyes. “Hey there princess, come here.”
She makes little coo sounds, kicking her legs excitedly at the sight of him and, goddamn it, he falls in love with her all over again. “I know, I know, it’s been so crazy today, but you’re being so good, such a good girl.” he gushes. “Just a little longer and then we can go home, okay?”
He pulls her out, gently cradling her against him, careful not to get any cinders on her. Gareth slips on the front pack, readjusting it to his size. “Have to hang with Uncle Gareth for a little bit, okay?” he tells her, kissing her soft, peach fuzz cheeks a few times before strapping her to Gareth’s chest. He gives him an up and down stare. “Now, this may be hard for you, but please don’t set my baby on fire.”
Gareth rolls his eyes. “I’ll do my best.” he replies snidely, noticing some side looks from a few women passing by as they exit the building. “…We look like an alternative gay couple with our love child.”
“Yeah right,” Eddie finishes clipping Olivia in, slinging the baby bag over his shoulder. “There’s no way our love child could be this cute with half of your genetics.”
Gareth gasps. “I’m adorable, what the fuck?”
“Hey,” Eddie turns back around and scuffs him. “She’s awake now, watch the language.”
They step inside and make their way to the front desk where a platinum blonde is stereotypically reading a Cosmo magazine and chewing loudly on Hubba Bubba bubble gum. She glances up. “Hello—AHK! Holy—” she exclaims, just short of cursing as she straightens in her seat. “…smokes.”
She winces. That wasn’t really the right thing to say either.
Eddie comically scrunches his whole face right back at her. Smooth.
“Hey, Bev.” Gareth greets. “As you can see we kind of have a bit of an emergency on our hands; is Amber in?”
“Uh, yeah, yeah Gare… let me just go get her, hold on...” she replies, visibly cringing, teeth clenched as she backs away into the next room. “You can uh… take a seat.”
They plop down in the small waiting area, the smell of hairspray and perm lotion making Eddie somewhat nauseous with the mixed scent of his burnt hair.
“You better be right about this.” he mutters to Gareth, giving Olivia her binky to suck on preemptively, knowing she’s not going to like it when he leaves the room. She’s a perfect little angel, but she’ll get fussy and usually cry if he and Chrissy aren’t around. It seems she’s inherited their shared separation anxiety.
“Look, dude, she’ll fix it the best she can, but you’ve got to accept here and now that it’s going to be… shorter.” the drummer replies, giving Oilvia a habitual kiss on the head, bouncing a little in his seat to amuse her. “I mean a lot—some—some—of it is already… you know… gone.” he gestures up to the one section that’s singed all the way up to his earlobe on the left side. A few more crispy strands fall like snowflakes to the floor at the movement. Eddie shoots him the stink eye.
“Gare Bear!! I didn’t know you were coming to see me today!” A pretty brunette with an impressively large perm steps through a beaded curtain wearing a mini skirt and a red cropped tank top. “My rockstar!”
“Hey Ambie Bambi, how are you, baby?” he hops up to his feet as she bounds up and kisses him, poor little Olivia sandwiched between their lovers’ embrace.
Eddie feels his eyes almost roll right out of his head.
The four month old makes a small whine in protest, her round eyes meeting Eddie from under them as if in a silent plea for help, sucking more frantically on her pacifier.
“Alright, break it up, you’re squishing my child.” he stands, clapping his hands at them as if to shoo a flock of birds.
Amber pulls away with a pop, looking down and folding her hands beneath her chin. “Oh, what a little sweetie pie, what’s your name, cutie?”
“This is Olivia.” Gareth tells her proudly as if he produced her himself, lifting his chest a little to grant her better access. “Her friends call her Livvy.”
“Awww she is scrumptious! Goochie goochie goo!” she tickles Olivia’s chin, and the poor baby looks confused and horrified, the situation having somehow gotten worse. “You look so cute with a baby, Gare Bear!”
“You think?”
“Mmhmm.” she hums, tickling his chin next.
“Yeah, well you know me, babe.” he giggles a little at her ministrations. “I’ve always been great with kids.”
Eddie deadpans, fairly sure Gareth has never even held a baby before Olivia. He coughs obnoxiously loud into his fist, making the couple finally turn to acknowledge him.
“Ambie, this is my bandmate, Eddie, he um… needs a little help, as you can see.”
“Yikes! Bev wasn’t kidding,” she reaches out to lift up a corner of his hair, assessing the damage. “Have a little trouble with the stove top, honey?”
“Flame projector, actually.” Eddie corrects, glowering.
“Jesus! You rocker boys, never a dull moment!” she exclaims with a laugh. “Let’s get you in a chair, I think you’re still smoking a little.”
Olivia immediately starts to fuss, her binky falling to the floor, as he follows after Amber. Eddie stops and turns back.
“Aw, Livvy, it's okay.” Gareth comforts. “He’s not going far.”
“You two can come too, if you don’t mind it being a little cramped,” Amber tells them.
“That’d be great, she might start crying if she doesn’t know where I am.” Eddie replies.
“Aw, how cute, a little daddy’s girl!” Amber places a hand over her heart as she pulls back the beaded curtain for them. “She’s your clone, by the way.”
“That’s what my wife says.” he replies as he sits down in the chair in front of the large mirror, grimacing at his reflection. It’s so bad.
“Okay, honey, I think the best course of action is to trim off the burnt edges, then we’ll wash it down and see where you want to go from there.” she tells him, wrapping a gown around his neck, clipping the back.
“Okay…” he tries not to cry, sniffing loudly. He’s a grown ass man. “Can you please keep it as long as you possibly can?”
“Absolutely.” she replies, but he notices her exchange a long glance with Gareth as she picks up her scissors.
#hellcheer#eddie x chrissy#eddissy#munningham#chrissy x eddie#hellcheer fanfiction#hellcheer fanfic#short ficlet#old haunts#livvy munson#baby livvy 😭#gareth#can’t wait for chrissy’s reaction
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Hidden Desires Ch 5
Alex Cabot x reader
Warnings: language, smut,masturbation, guided masturbation, minor dom!alex.
Thankfully, the tequila didn’t have you dropping any secrets, just a killer head ache the next morning. You spent the rest of the weekend and start of your week attempting to distract yourself and you suddenly hated the fact that Alex & Sonya both spent so much time in your office. You could barely focus on getting closing arguments done for your newest case, the proximity of the woman you spent your nights intimately thinking of nearly too much for you.
Friday rolled around and first thing Sonya was in your office, talking over her most recent case for your opinion on a few things. You weren’t surprised when Alex swung through the doorway, a frustrated look on her face, carrying a second bag more than she normally would have with her. She tossed down the duffle onto your couch as she swiped Sonya’s coffee for a large gulp.
“What..you suddenly start going to the gym?” You quipped.
“No.” She sighed, “A pipe in my apartment burst, I’m out for two weeks.”
“And…you’re moving into my office?”
“I figured I could stay with you.”
“Uh..I remodeled the guest room into a home office…” Alex did her best to maintain her composure, ever thankful that she’d chosen that moment for another sip of stolen coffee.
“You’ve got a king bed, we’ll..be fine. We shared a bed after college parties all the time. Please? I really don’t want to be stuck in a hotel that long.” She handed the cup back to Sonya, “There’s bourbon in this. I’m going on a coffee run.” With a quick nod she was out of the office as fast as lightning, it was only when she hit the elevator her brain caught up with the conversation. Her eyes widening, realizing what she’d done, obviously you weren’t going to say no, but now she’d have to suffer through not only seeing you day and day out, but in your more private moments, in your home, and most importantly, in your bed.
“It’s not even nine Sonya! Jesus.”
“Hey, whatever works. At least I don’t have a roommate…sorry…bed mate for the next two weeks.”
That was when your heart nearly stopped in utter panic. Fuck. Alex?! In your bed?! Jesus Christ. It was already too late to get out of it, you couldn’t exactly kick your best friend to the curb when she needed a hand. Your mind was suddenly filled with images of the two of you in your bed, doing anything but sleeping, feeling the flush creep up your neck to your cheeks.
“Oh…my..GOD!” Sonya’s outburst regained your attention,
“What?”
“You’re little girl crush is Alex! You’ve got a crush on Cabot!”
“Sonya!” You practically launched across the room, slamming the door closed, “Shut. Up! She might hear you!” You quickly rebutted, “And no…it’s not Alex!”
“Really? Because the amount of gay panic in this office right now is very strong.” You smacked at her arm, “You’re really telling me you don’t want that stunner of a distinguished lesbian sitting on your face tonight?” In this moment, you wondered how the hell you’d managed to be any amount of a good lawyer, the heat of your cheeks ever apparent, your skill to lie and conceal completely vanishing from your repertoire.
“Please don’t say anything.”
“Hey, I’m not the one who’ll be sharing pillow talk with the princess for the next two weeks.” She hucked her now empty coffee cup in the trash, clapping against your arm, “Good luck kid.”
Letting out a frustrated groan you dropped down onto the couch, head in your hands, taking a few deep breaths. It was just two weeks, you could get through this, you could spend as much time at the office as possible, try and tweak your schedule just enough that you weren’t always around each other. You could sleep on the couch and claim you passed out watching t.v. Besides, like Alex said, you’d shared a bed plenty of times before, it’d be fine…although…back in college you didn’t have the desire to flip her over and trace every inch of her body with your lips.
*
To be completely honest, you were hella lucky when you ended up winning your case that afternoon, you were even more thankful to finally be heading home, you were in a very large need for a cold shower. You nearly jumped as you ran into Alex in the halls of the court house, you asked if she was done for the day and she mentioned that she would probably be at the office rather late that night. The defence had filed a handful of motions that she needed to work through and try and prepare for the next day. You gave her a soft smile and slid the extra key and fob off your key ring, handing them to her on their own separate ring. She thanked you as you wished her a good night, saying you’d see her later before turning the opposite way down the street as she headed back to the D.A’s office.
*
Alex wasn’t sure if she was focussed on making sure this case got the best work it possibly could, or if she was hesitant about returning to your apartment earlier than she technically needed to. Sure, it was just paperwork at the moment and she could do that at your place, her excuse being that if the detectives found something, it would be much easier for them to find her at Hogan Place. It was only about an hour and a half later that she threw in the towel, tossing her work into her bag and making her way to the subway.
Your apartment was relatively quiet when she got back, she could hear a soft playlist coming from the bedroom the light from the half open door spilling into the hallway. The t.v was still quietly playing whatever you’d been watching, a half empty bottle of wine on the coffee table. She softly toed off her shoes, placing her bags down in the entry way, her blazer finding a home on the back of the couch. She was about halfway down the hallway when she heard a breathy moan coming from the bedroom, pivoting in her tracks back toward the living room. She hadn’t seen a second pair of shoes, and in an attempt to not embarrass you she could throw some ear phones in and pretend she had no idea what was going on. It was only at the next moan of words that she froze,
“Fuck…Alex…”
Her breath hitched in her throat, her heart immediately picking up its pace while she felt a bolt of electricity hit her pussy. She had the names of all the men you’d gone out with…there were no Alex’s…and to her knowledge, she was the only Alex you even knew. Taking a leap of faith, she quietly approached the bedroom, gulping at the view of you bare in a silky camisole, hand buried under the duvet, the small movement of your wrist as you fucked your fingers evident in the way the fabric puckered. Your head was thrown back against your pillow, eyes screwed shut, hair fanned out around you, and fuck did she ever think you were the prettiest fucking thing. Knowing that you were thinking of her while you touched yourself flipped the switch within her from respectful best friend to how she’d been aching to act around you for months.
“Oh…Alex…”
“Yes sweetheart?” Your eyes shot open a surge of ultimate fear and embarrassment racing through your body as your hand stilled, mouth gaping as you tried to even think of an explanation for the woman in front of you. Alex softly chuckled, “Oh…please…don’t stop on my accord.”
“I-“
“I said…don’t stop.” She smirked, taking a few steps into the room, “Let me help you out. Are you okay with that?” You could feel the blood hammering in your head, it was as if this was some kind of fever dream, but Alex really was inches away from the bed. You gave a quick nod, causing her to chuckle again, thumb and forefinger tilting your chin up, “I need to hear you.”
“Yes…” You barely managed the word out, the contact of her hand making you feel like you were about to leave the planet, and it was only on your chin.
“Good girl. Sit up.” You immediately did as she asked, causing her to smile at your obedience. Alex swung a leg around your body, settling herself against the head board with her legs loosely wrapping around your frame, letting your knees fall open over hers.
She encouraged you to relax against her front, her lips softly meeting the junction of your neck, her hand grasped around your already slick one, guiding it back beneath the duvet, surprised that you didn’t have any underwear on. She curled her hand, leaving just your pointer finger beside hers tracing through your folds, guiding you, dragging the juices up to roll your clit ever so softly. The tips of the fingers dipping into your heat before pulling more wetness up to your clit.
“You’re soaking sweetheart…I really get you this hot and bothered?”
“Y..yes..” You whimpered out, eyes scrunched shut at the feel of her hand against your most intimate parts. She laughed lightly, teeth nipping at your earlobe before she guiding your finger into your cunt alongside hers, a gasp leaving your lips.
“Good…just like that.” Her lips met the sensitive skin of your neck between her words, eager to make you feel as incredible as she could, “Now curl..right there..” Her finger hit the spongey spot inside of you and your hips shot forward, a cry echoing through the room. “See sweetheart…you can trust me.” You mimicked her finger, curling in tandem, your hips rucking up against your hands in a steady rhythm. “You have two hands, play with those beautiful tits.” You whimpered at the feeling of her hand cupping yours, bringing it up to squeeze the globe of flesh, back arching into her touch as she guided you to pinch at your nipple, rolling it between her fingers. Her hand left yours, slipping under your shirt to toy with the other side of your chest as she slid a second finger into your sopping cunt. Your breathing increased, chest heaving at the build up inside you, the fire burning even more than you ever thought it could. Three fingers stretching you out, the fact that Alex was guiding your hand, murmuring sweet praises against your skin driving you insane. “Put another finger in.” You groaned at the stretch, “Keep pumping, faster… keep curling baby, trust me.” You felt her finger slip out, hand moving to your clit, a gasp leaving your lips at the feeling of her pinching it, toying with it slowly until your hips met your hand at a steady rhythm. She started to increase the pressure and speed against your clit, pinching sporadically,
“Oh God!”
“Let go…come for me sweetheart.” Alex sunk her teeth into the sweet spot on your neck, her fingers furiously moving against your clit, the others pinching your nipple hard. Your body thrashed against her, hips jutting off the bed, in ecstasy, a string of cries coming from your lips. She felt your hand still, buried in your pussy, she only let up on your clit when a whimper echoed through the room, your thighs clenching together, the hand you had on your tit tightly grasping at her wrist. “That’s my good girl.” Her lips ever so softly trailed their way down the side of your neck and shoulder, hands rubbing your arms gently as you came back to earth.
“Holy shit..” You were finally able to mutter, eyes still fluttering, head resting against Alex’s shoulder, relishing in the feel of her body against yours, the way you felt the vibration from her small laugh.
“Told you it was better.” When you’d finally managed to catch your breath you shuffled slightly, sitting up a bit, rolling so you could face her, the reality of the situation beginning to seep in. She recognized the hesitancy in your eyes, a soft smile on her face while she cupped your cheek in her hand. “You have nothing to feel weird about, trust me.”
“What if I want to keep going?” Alex smirked, gently shoving at your shoulder,
“Then roll over. Tonight will be about you, we can give you some hands on lessons later.”
“Are you-“ You were immediately cut off by the feel of her lips tracing their way down your collarbone, shucking up your shirt until she could wrap her lips around your tit, hand pinching at the other one. You moaned at the contact, feeling your legs clench together already, Alex’s lips smirked around your nipple at the feeling.
It didn’t take long for you to be huffing out in breaths at the way Alex teasingly made her way down your body, the way her teeth softly nibbled at the supple skin of your inner thighs. One of her hands reached up, grasping yours, nearly laughing at how tightly your fingers clutched against hers. She pressed small kisses all around your cunt, everywhere except where she knew you needed it. Your hips shot up, eager for more action before she smirked, tongue making a broad stripe through your folds, she moaned heavily at the taste of you finally against her mouth.
You let out a whine of a gasp, much louder than you’d expected, Alex felt so incredibly warm against your pussy, your free hand sunk into the roots of her hair, doing your best not to pull to hard as your hips rolled against her face. Holy shit was she ever good at this, you’d never imagined anything could feel this good, yet here you were.
Alex dipped her tongue into you, pulling out the juices she could before sucking a lip into her mouth, then the other, humming against your cunt at the way your hand tightened in her hair. She moved her lips up to your clit, toying at it with her tongue, smirking when your hips immediately shot up, a series of moans and whines left your lips. Her hand snuck up, sinking two glorious fingers into your heat as her lips wrapped around your clit, sucking it into her mouth, her fingers pumping slowly, giving you a chance to build.
“Oh fuck..Alex..that-feels-so good!” Your words were barely coming out intelligible at this point, she could feel your pussy clenching around her fingers as her mouth toyed with your clit, tongue hitting it harder than before.
You felt the coil wrapping tighter and tighter, your hips thrusting against her mouth faster, moans gaining volume with each thrust of her fingers, with each lick of her tongue. Your body nearly seized, hips freezing as they lifted up off the bed, thighs quaking around her head as a strangled cry left your lips. Alex smiled softly, removing her mouth but ever so gently fucking you through your orgasm with her fingers, watching your breathing come back to a normal point. She pulled her fingers from you, sucking the juices clean off them before crawling up the bed, dropping onto her back. Her arm reached around you, tugging you to roll toward her, encasing your body around hers as you came back to earth. You could barely feel the hand that softly played with your hair, the lips that met the top of your head.
“You okay?” She nearly whispered into the room to break the silence.
“Yeah…” Your head twisted up to face hers, “But you-“
“I said tonight was yours. If you want to keep playing later on, I’ll teach you everything I know.”
“Okay…” She noticed the nearly dejected look in your eyes, cupping your chin quickly to keep eye contact, a soft tilt of the head encouraging you to speak. “I…sorry if this is weird, but…we didn’t..I mean..can I kiss you?” She couldn’t help the laugh escaping her lips,
“My mouth was just on your cunt, I think you’re more than entitled to a few kisses.” The hand on your chin moved to your cheek, cupping it softly as your lips met. Alex let you take the lead, lips moving with grace against hers, she let out a soft moan at the way your hand stroked through her hair, the way you eagerly accepted her tongue into her mouth.
“You were…very, very correct.” She cocked a brow, “It’s one hell of a lot better with women.” Alex chuckled, pushing herself up to sitting,
“Well sweetheart, you’ve got a lot to learn.” She met you for a soft kiss, “Lie back down. I’m going to get ready for bed, I’ll be right back.” With a soft smile you watched her retreat to the en suite, you weren’t quite sure how it had happened, but things seemed to be working out the best for the both of you. You certainly weren’t complaining anymore about having to share your bed with Alex Cabot for the next two weeks.
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Journey to love
chapter one - the call
chapter two - road trip
chapter three - gas station
chapter four - the spectacular (weird) plan
chapter five - heroes
chapter six - the ‘L’ word
chapter seven - Love Will Tear Us Apart
chapter eight - "You do what you love, and fuck the rest."
chapter nine - You know what? Fuck stage fright.
pairing : Dwayne Hoover x gn!reader
word count : 1k
warnings : swearing
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Dwayne and Frank sat in a waiting area. Frank looked through a newspaper that was on the table between them and Dwayne just sat looking into space.
Frank turned the page, he found something he didn't expect.
'The surprise best-seller from America's #1 proust scholar.'
Beneath the writing was a man whom Frank had begun to Loathe. Larry Sugarman.
He sighed and put the newspaper back on the table.
Two little girls ran past, dressed in full glamour. Dwayne slightly shook his head and turned to Frank. "Let's get outta here."
-🌻-
The man that had put Olive into the system for her to compete entered the dressing room, asking Olive for her music. She gave it to him and told him she wanted track #12 to play.
-🌻-
On the peer, Dwayne and Frank where looking out to sea, embracing the wind.
"Sometimes I just wish I could go to sleep till I was eighteen, and skip all this crap-high school and everything-just skip it." Dwayne rested his arms on the wood and his chin on them.
"You know Marcel Proust?" Frank asked his nephew.
"He's the guy you teach." Dwayne replied as he turned to look at him.
"Yeah. French writer, total loser."
They both smiled at each other.
"Never had a real job. Unrequited love affairs. Gay. Spent twenty years writing a book almost no one reads. But he's also probably the greatest writer since Shakespeare. Anyway, he uh-he gets down to the end of his life and he looks back and decides that all those years he suffered, those were the best years of his life, 'cause they made him who he was. All the years he was happy? You know, total waste. Didn't learn a thing."
Dwayne averted his eyes in thought.
"So, if you sleep until you're eighteen, ugh, think of the suffering you're gonna miss! I mean, high school? High school-those are your prime suffering years. You don't get better suffering than that."
"You know what?" Dwayne slowly lifted himself. "Fuck beauty contests. Life is one fucking beauty contest after another. You know, school, then college, then work? Fuck that. And fuck the Air Force Academy. If I wanna fly, I'll find a way to fly. You do what you love, and fuck the rest."
"I'm glad you're talking again Dwayne. You're not nearly as stupid as you look."
They both chuckled and Dwayne shook his head, turning back around and went back to gazing into the horizon.
"Well, my dreams were basically crushed and-well, Y/n clearly wanted me to start talking again."
"Y/n? I saw what happened on that hill you know, I'm sure everyone else did too, but they probably won't say anything about it until you're comfortable."
"What, when they confessed to me?"
Frank nodded.
"We've been friends for a really long time, I just don't want it to go to shit when they potentially lose feelings for me, because I know I'll never lose feelings for them."
"They won't Dwayne, believe me they won't."
"How would you know, huh?"
Frank scoffed and shook his head. "I've seen the way they look at you Dwayne, to say you're only fifteen, they seem to have fallen hard for you."
Frank's words burned into Dwayne's head.
"Wanna go back?" Frank asked him.
"Not really."
Frank nodded.
"Yeah, we should go back."
-🌻-
Frank and Dwayne made their way into the room where the pageant was actually happening. The soon came trudging back out, pratically horrified at was they just saw.
"I'm going backstage." Dwayne said.
"Yeah, right, see ya."
-🌻-
Olive came out from behind the curtain.
"Oh, is that your costume?" Sheryl said in an excited voice.
"Mm-hmm!"
"You look amazing Olive!" You complemented the little girl as she gave you a smile.
"Thank you!"
She was wearing a red sports head band and a suit-like costume. Sheryl grabbed her number tag and put it on her outfit. Richard came up behind you all.
"Hey, what's going on?"
"Oh, I just-I came to wish Olive good luck."
Richard asked Olive how she was feeling and Sheryl said she was actually nervous. He asked if he could talk to Sheryl for a minute. You nodded and sat with Olive, going over her outfit.
-🌻-
Dwayne rushed through the backstage, passing hundreds of glammed up six and seven year olds.
"Are you authorised to be backstage?" A worker asked him as he went past.
"No." He answered bluntly. He turned to a random little girl. "Hey, where are the dressing rooms?"
"Are you allowed to be here?" The girl innocently asked him.
"Just tell me where the dressing rooms are." He knew he looked stupid arguing with a literal child, but he didn't care, as long as it stopped Olive from embarrassing herself in front of lots of people.
-🌻-
He eventually found his way to the dressing room, making his way to his mother and Richard. He didn't know what they were discussing.
When Sheryl noticed him, she turned to ask how he was. "Hey, how are you feeling?"
"Better. Where's Olive?"
"There, what's up?"
You looked up and smiled at the sound of Dwayne's voice, he didn't seem to notice as he was preoccupied with something else.
"Mom, I don't want Olive doing this."
Sheryl looked between her husband and son in disbelief. "Oh my god!"
"Look around, this place is fucked."
"He's right!" Both Richard and Dwayne were surprised to be agreeing with each other, and you were surprised to watch it happen.
"Look, I don't want these people judging Olive. Fuck them!"
"Listen, it is too late-"
"No, it's not too late. You're the mom, and you're supposed to protect her."
You thought it was best to not get involved in the conversation they were having.
"Everyone is gonna laugh at her, mom. Please don't let her do this."
"Olive Hoover, two minutes." Someone called out, notifying them.
"Look, she's not a beauty queen, she's just not. I'm gonna tell her."
Sheryl put her hands in front of Dwayne to try and stop him from going up to you two. You gave them a confused look but shrugged it off and decided to wait for Sheryl.
"No, Dwayne. You listen to me, Olive is who she is. She has worked so hard. She's poured everything into this. We can't just take it away from her. We can't."
Dwayne opened his mouth to get his point across again but Sheryl beat him to it.
"I know you wanna protect her. I know, honey. But, we gotta let Olive be Olive."
"Olive Hoover. Are you the family?"
Everyone turned around at the sound of a woman's voice, then nodded.
"Olive, it's time okay?" Sheryl said as she bent down to her level.
"Yeah." She got up and took her top hat from the dressing table, taking the woman's hand and quickly making her way to the stage.
Everyone else followed behind. You grabbed Dwayne's hand to try and keep up.
"Good luck honey!" Sheryl called out to her.
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Okay, so I'm a comics student, I want to work for DC (and maybe fix a few things, cough cough give Babs her chair back and many other things), and right now I'm in a few comics classes. And for my final project in one of them, I'm going back to this old setting I made like, late middle school, early high school, it's called Vigilverse. (I kept trying to think of better names but this one stuck, what can I say). And one of the characters then, Saber, who was originally a pretty minor character whose entire thing was killing vaguely undefined bad rich people with a cool anime sword and having homoerotic tension with every girl in the room, has now become a major character. Combination of vague power fantasy, I watched Fate Stay Night, and I'd seen screenshots from Revolutionary Girl Utena.
Now, I went back and did her backstory, and she's a lot more nuanced and interesting. She still kills people, but now it's specifically tied to her past.
In this setting there are heroes but most of the heroes kind of suck (they're cops+influencers with all the allegations you might imagine coming out of either of those things combined). They're funded by the state, but private enterprise makes a FUCK ton of money by selling weapons/armor/costumes to the heroes as well as by making merch, organizing media stuff, etc. Anyone who's older than ten has the potential to gain powers, so the private interests lobbied to make it legal for minors to be heroes under the excuse that the alternative would be letting them become villains and also it's fine, really, it's fine, what's the worst that could happen? They become horribly traumatized, tortured, murdered, abused by their mentors? This results in the sidekick program, where younger heroes are paired up with more experienced ones. Ana (Saber) was pretty neglected as a kid, so when she gained powers at twelve and was paired up with the well intentioned but incredibly naive Shadow Knight (who was also a massive Batman nerd and saw this whole thing as an opportunity to have a Robin just like his blorbo, even when some of his colleagues were like, "hey, isn't this child endangerment? and child labor?"), heroism kind of became her entire life and Shadow Knight in particular was everything to her. The relationship was HELLA codependent and she has several mental illnesses.
A few years into this, she nearly died and was "rescued" by the villain/mercenary Kingbreaker, who actually works for one of the private groups (Whitestone USA) that helped set up the current system. Kingbreaker was significantly worse than SK, abusive as hell, but because she's been so loyal to one person for so long, she doesn't really know how to function on her own. She works for Kingbreaker for a year or so, having a few encounters that force her to reconsider her now incredibly pessimistic worldview, before they end up facing off against SK again. In order to save SK, she kills Kingbreaker, but because SK's worldview is incredibly black and white, he freaks the fuck out and starts blaming her for everything. She disappears for a few years, discovers she's gay as hell when she meets other villains, eventualyl leaving the United States for Germany with the help of a cousin (another supervillain, Liesel/Telltale), and meets Riot!, a power armor wielding badass who she has a whirlwind romance with. They're both massive wrecks, self destructive as hell due to the trauma of living in a world that was never meant for Girls Like Them, but Riot! dies tragically and stupidly and Saber doesn't. Saber doesn't know what to do with herself after this, so she's like "Guess I'll get revenge?" And she goes back to the States to kill the rest of Whitestone. I love her. She's a mess.
Oh she sounds so messy, she's great <3
If you share the comic after your project is done, feel free to link it in my ask box. I will eat it. Good luck with your classes!
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15 lines of dialogue: Max 🛠️
[last one!! For now 🥸]
Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!
1. “If you wanted to see me tied up, all you had to do was ask. Just face it, you're never gonna be able to really trap me. I’m always one step ahead. But it is so adorable how you keep trying honestly. You sweet little dickhead.” He pinched Greyson’s cheeks and ruffled his bedhead.
2. He stepped out of the bathroom where Max had been waiting. “I need you to see something.”
“Aren’t we past dick size comparisons at this age?”
3. “I mean it. You’ve got one more time.”
“What are you gonna do? Burn me? We’re online. Punch me? Okay, I’m used to that.”
“I still have the capability to choke you. You might not die but you’ll feel it.”
“Jokes on you. I like being choked.”
4. “Well now I have to know: what position do you play? Batter or catcher?” Celia's curious mind now fully interested as she leaned across the table.
“Both? You know how baseball teams switch sides after 3 outs right? It’s kind of the same scenario here.”
“Okay well which do you prefer?”
“Batter obviously. I’m not that kind of gay. No offence, Ayden.”
“I’m a top, asshole.”
“Really? Sorry you do not look—“
5. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Grey blurted a bit louder than he intended as the two caught a few stray glances.
“Language. We’re in public, sweetheart.”
6. “You really love playing hero.”
“I don’t have to play hero when I am one,” He gave a tired smile and pecked her cheek.
7. “Must you cause trouble everywhere you go?” Summer sighed, already seeing where this was headed.
“Of course, trouble’s my middle name.” Max, now back to his normal self, pecked her on the lips and followed Grey out.
8. “That is so rough, dude. You fucked her so bad she turned lesbian.”
9. Grey took the phone from her hands and dialed his mom's number but not actually having it in him to hit call. “I’m sure there are other forms of team building we could do.”
Max got up and hit the call button for him, “Too late, the phone's ringing.”
10. “A stressed and exhausted leader can’t lead and you look like an addict going through withdrawal,” He covered his mouth in disbelief that he had just said that. “That came out wrong. What I meant is you look tired and skinny! Not that there’s anything wrong with being skinny. Or an addict! I’m very pro-addict. Well, I’m not pro addict, you know? But like, your body, your choice and stuff. I’m going to stop talking now.” He fumbled over his words, stuttering and throwing filler words into the void as he tried to backtrack on his horrible phrasing from nearly a moment ago.
11. "Hey, customers don't have access to this area."
"Oh, really? Sorry we were just--"
Max tased the attendant in the side of the neck and kept walking down the steps as they were temporarily down.
"Max, why did you--"
"They'll be fine. Let's keep going."
12. “You dumped a bowl of punch on a girl!”
“Awe come on, I didn’t even mean it that way.”
“How did you mean it then?”
“Like when you finish a good game! Buen partido! Buen partido!” He shook his hands in the air as if he was thanking the crowd for his victory. He mocked the imaginary crowd goers that praised him for this win and his forever handsome looks.
13. “So what, we’re gonna sit in a circle and play a children’s guessing game?” Max queried.
14. “It just makes you feel so insignificant, doesn’t it?” Max asked after they had sat in silence for a long while.
“Hm?”
“All of these stars. All the planets. Knowing there could be anybody out there. And we’re all just.. living. On a grand scale, we’re specks. No one cares about the fluff of a dandelion right? It’s just..” he blew into his hand and let it wiggle in the air to simulate the fluff floating away. “Gone with the wind.”
15. Max set his crutches against the counter and wrapped his arms around Greyson, resting his chin on his shoulder. “Whatcha doing?” He grinned, happy his friend was awake again to mess with.
“I would push you off but your leg is broken. Lucky you.” Greyson sighed, already fed up with his antics. “I’m cooking. I was hungry and there’s plenty of food in here to make something.”
“Did you make enough for me too?”
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Superheroes with Secrets: Finding Yourself (Fic Part 193. Set in 2002)
Around 2000 Words. 18+ in places. Please inform me if you wish to be tagged/untagged from posts.
Tags: @tantamount-treason @piratewithvigor @thedollmaker16
Reference Posts: ‘Giantess’/‘Blacklight Bandit’ Kirby Roussimoff x Gregory Shane 'Hurricane' Helms x 'Prince of Punk' Shannon Moore (Circa 2002)
"If you want to, remember, I want you to fulfil your fantasies, so whatever gets you off, as many times as you can get off, it'll torture Shane until he gives in and makes me know who I belong to."
"Oh, I see the game here," he grins, "Lie down for me?"
She nods, laying down for him and spreading her legs to give him better access. He crawls over her body and wastes no time in sliding inside her, savouring every moment of it. She moans in ecstasy, her hips bucking up slightly as she adjusts to Shannon's girth.
"Tell me if it's too much." He whispers.
"Don't worry, I'll tell you, just pick up the pace slightly, ya little blonde bitch… you like that don't you, being called a bitch?"
"Fucking love it." He hisses, smirking.
"Why don't you make me scream your name, blondie, make me submit to your will."
"You saying you want me to speed up?"
"No, I'm saying I want you to be rough."
"Good girl." He grins, shoving in roughly.
"Oh yes, more, please."
He starts picking up his pace to match his roughness, nearly pounding into her.
"Oh fuck, Shannon, yes, oh putain, fuck me and fill me, please."
Helms is breathing hard as he watches the scene, groping himself through his pants.
"You like what you see, Shane, you wanna get off to the little blonde bitch making me scream his name as I cum?"
"Fuck yes I do." He hisses, pulling out his cock to stroke himself properly.
"I thought I told you to keep it in your pants, are you gonna disobey me?"
"I'll shove it back in to cum, but I feel like I'm gonna die having it in there…" he whines.
"Shane, you better cum in your pants, and you better stay hands off, I want you to beg for it, I want to see you squirm instead of me."
"Oh, fine…" he groans, sliding it back in.
"Good boy, my love… oh, Shannon, I'm so close, oh mon Dieu." Kirby whispers, cumming but feeling Shannon continue to fuck her hard through her climax.
Helms groans watching her cum around Shannon.
"Oh God, how many times do you plan on making me cum, Shannon?"
"As many as I can."
"I'll make myself comfortable then." She whispers.
"Good call."
"God, you're a tight fit, Shannon."
"Cause of his massive horse cock." Helms murmurs.
"Do I detect a hint of jealousy in your voice, mon ouragan d'amour?"
"Jealous? Me?"
"Yeah you, my Hurricane of love, are you jealous?"
"I'm secure in knowing you'll come back to me at the end of the night."
"Of course I will, I love you… oh fuck, Shannon… oh Shane." Kirby moans as she cums.
"God, I'm close…" Shannon pants softly.
"Give in to the urge, you little blonde bitch, I know you want to."
His head tips back as he reaches his limits, spilling inside her.
"You're such a good boy, Shannon, oh putain… mon mari, I love you."
"I love you too…" Shannon whispers without thinking.
"Well, I would hope you love me when you have your dick in me." Kirby chuckles softly, stroking Shannon's hair.
"You're… you're not mad?"
"No, I'm just surprised that after having feelings for Shane for so long, suddenly you have feelings for me too. I kinda expected you to be… well, gay, I guess."
"I am, I think. I thought. Except for you." He murmurs.
"Maybe you're bi, or pansexual, that doesn't mean that you're attracted to cookware, it's a term for someone who is attracted to people regardless of if they're male, female, transgender or otherwise gendered, like you could be with the same partner but one day they feel masculine, the next feminine, but you still love them."
"Wait a second, hold your horses, that's a thing? That…" he waves his hand around trying to remember the word she used, "… otherwise gendered?"
"Yeah, some people don't feel like the words male and female fit them, so they don't want to be called a he or she, most often they prefer the words they and them." Kirby explains softly.
"Never heard of that before…" he whispers.
"I went through a bit of self discovery while in Hawaii, but I still feel like 'she, her' pronouns fit me."
"There, uh… there wasn't a lot of stuff like that around where we grew up. You were in one group or the other; normal or a… f-word."
"I, uhh, I hid myself a way a lot when I was finding myself, I didn't want people to judge me or look at me like I was a freak… more than most already did, anyway. But this house was built to be a safe place for people, my dad wanted me to be able to come here and feel like I was free of judgement. I want you to feel like that, free of judgement and able to find yourself or your sexuality."
"Could have changed my name, you know," He murmurs, smiling softly, "could have, but I didn't. I like my name. I like when… when people hear my name and assume I'm a girl… I never knew why I kinda liked it, but I did. I still do. I kinda learned that some people transition from boy to girl, or the other way, but I never felt more like a woman than a man, so I never really considered it. Never thought you could be… in between."
"There's a lot of words for it depending on how you feel about your gender, and yes gender and sexuality are separate things, but you can be non-binary, where you don't feel like a man or woman, or genderfluid where your gender changes depending on if you feel more masculine or feminine."
"Huh…" he whispers, looking more relieved and happy than he has in months.
"Take your time, find who you are and what makes you happy, me and Shane are here if you need us or want to vent to someone."
"I don't even think I need to vent. I just… I had no idea it was an option."
"I'm just saying, we're here if you need us… even if it's like two in the morning and you can't sleep, we're here for you."
"I appreciate it, guys. I really do." He smiles, looking like the last five years' of worries have been erased from his face.
"Would you like a hug, Shannon?"
"I would. I'd like that a lot."
Kirby pulls Shannon into a tight hug, kissing his forehead and stroking his hair gently. He relaxes into her arms happily, just absolutely taken aback at the realm of possibilities open to him now.
"You'll be okay, bud, it may take time for you to find yourself, but you'll be okay." She whispers as she strokes his hair.
"I'll be okay," he assures, "hell, I'll be better than okay."
"C'mon, you better move before Shane decides you're stealing me and makes me remember who I belong to." She jokes.
"I know I may flirt a lot, but I want you both to know I respect your marriage and what it means to you. I don't wanna get between it. Just sometimes wanna share in it."
"Well… have I explained polyamory to you?"
"Kind of? I've heard the word before."
"It's like group romantic relationships, you have more than one partner basically… like an orgy but more domestic… I don't know if I'm explaining it correctly."
"No, that makes sense. Like a regular relationship, but just with three people instead."
"Yeah, or more than three people, but in our… in this situation, three people."
"Makes complete sense to me."
"I wouldn't mind being a part of a polyamorous relationship, but you would have to ask Shane." She admits sheepishly, blushing a deep red.
"I wouldn't mind it either. As long as we have a firm agreement on terms and conditions. I don't want anyone getting hurt from this arrangement."
"I wouldn't want to hurt anyone, I think the main rule would be that only Shane can get me pregnant."
"I'll just take that to mean I'll keep to condoms, cause I love you both, but I'm not going under the knife just yet." Shannon laughs.
"Only if I'm not already pregnant, if I am pregnant then I don't mind if you cum in me or on me… sorry, I got lost in thought for a moment, my mind went to what Shane did earlier."
"On you, hmm?" He grins.
"Yeah, if you want to, you can cover my tits like Shane did earlier, but then you gotta clean me up."
"Seems like a fair trade."
"I also wouldn't mind if the three of us shared a bed, your basically moved in already but you could move in full time if you want, live with us. It's up to you, I don't want to pressure you."
"I think I'd like that a lot." He smiles.
"It would make having a polyamorous relationship a lot easier, plus then you can enjoy my cooking whenever you want."
"Pretty much everything that isn't here already is in a storage locker back home. I figure a day trip and we'll have it all here."
"I can't do any heavy lifting, or lifting in general because somebody decided that I shouldn't lift stuff," Kirby gives Helms a look, "so that will be a job for you two, and we should head inside before we get too cold, and the fire is dying."
"Excuse me for looking out for you." Helms chuckles, giving her cheek a kiss.
"I love you, mon mari, but I am a strong woman who knows her limits."
"Pregnancy limits are different. You can't tell them until you find them."
"Fine, I'll listen to you, I love you… both of you, boys. I need a better French nickname for you, Shannon."
"I'll let you come up with it. Flunked the hell outta French." He chuckles sheepishly.
"Could make it even more annoying if I wanted, call you something in Welsh or Irish." She chuckles.
"Never even tried taking those in school."
"Usually American schools don't teach you Gaelic languages, or anything that really sticks, it's partly why I wanna home-school my kids."
"Shane was saying. You wanted to like, go to school to learn to teach, right?"
"Yeah, North Carolina state has a teaching degree that I wanna study for."
"That's a good idea. No one can teach Lilith better than you."
"Thanks, I only want the best for her, so if I can provide her a good life, I will." Kirby shrugs.
"I wanna do anything I can to help."
"For now, if you two can just talk to her, and soothe her whenever she kicks, I'll be fine."
"No problem." Shannon assures, patting her belly.
"Do you guys wanna go to bed or do we still have too much energy?"
"I don't know about you guys, but I have a little juice left." Shannon smiles.
"I don't want to sound forward, but I do owe Shane a chance to fuck me senseless, so perhaps we could have some fun, tease him a little bit more, put that wonderful mouth of his to use, what do you think, Shannon?"
"Well… you said he got to cover you earlier… what if he fucked you senseless and I came on the both of you?"
"I like the way that sounds."
"As long as you clean us up the same way I did. With your tongue." Helms smirks.
"Deal."
"So, my hero, what would you like me to do?"
"Think you feel up to riding me?"
"Oh, mon mari, I could ride you all night long." She purrs.
"Go right ahead."
Kirby smirks as she kisses Helms deeply, making out with him and stroking his cock as he pulls his pants down. She gets comfortable over him before aligning his cock with her entrance and sliding down onto him, moaning in delight before she starts riding his dick.
#superheroes with secrets#shane hurricane helms#kirby roussimoff#blacklight bandit#orange and green - the perfect team#shannon brian moore#sws#kirby andrea roussimoff#delilah keshet rosenbaum#gregory shane helms#jeffrey nero hardy#matthew moore hardy#lita hardy
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I’ve been trying to figure out a way to express my thoughts; but fuck it I’m gonna just start talking because this is complete and utter bullshit.
To the Supreme Court of the United States,
I personally cannot wait for all of you to die so we can stop going back in history to the stone ages; because overturning Roe v. Wade that is where we’re heading. Has it occurred to you that we live in a world war women actually have rights and they are not meant to be baby breeders or your own personal trophy. We are meant to be seen and heard due to the fact that we do have a voice according to the 19th amendment of the Constitution of the United States.
The thing I don’t understand is how can you tell us what we can do with our body when majority of you on the Supreme Court have not experienced a pregnancy before. You want all of these babies right but you can barely keep formula on the shelves.
What about if a women gets raped, and they don’t wanna keep the baby because it is a constant reminder of the terrible trauma they experienced especially if she has the baby and it looks like her rapist?
Did you even consider the foster system? Y’all can’t handle it right now did you think or even consider how many babies are going to end up in the foster system because their parents don’t want them or they just can’t afford to have a kid?
Then you guys turn around and tell us practically beg us to adopt children and you make it nearly impossible to do so.
Oh and also let’s address the fact that you were trying to make being gay illegal snd brainwash us in to thinking that gender is binary because you believe it’s unnatural. Being gay is not a choice we were literally born this way choose to be gay.
THIS IS WHY WE HAVE PRIDE MONTH.
THIS IS WHY STONEWALL HAPPENED.
We didn’t feel seen or heard so we MADE you see and hear us. Things to Marsha P Johnson throwing that rock in t that window. You a real one.
Nobody chose to be transgender or non-binary. Nobody chose to be born into the wrong body and you guys refuse to see this because you guys are refusing to educate yourself because you think all of this is unnatural. When a transgender person is born it’s literally like the wrong switch was turned on in their brain. They were born as a boy but they believe that their a girl are vice versa. People were born this way. It’s not a decision that they make. They can’t fucking help it.
Next thing you know y’all are gonna make corrective rape legal because you can’t separate the church from the State.
As a Black disabled woman who identifies as non-binary and has experienced the uncomfortableness of gender dysphoria or being told that you’re too pretty to be this masculine. You need to grow your hair out. You need to act more feminine, you need a man or you’re going to hell for being gay.
I say this with the upmost sincerity, fuck you. I can’t wait for the day where all you die and rot in hell.
To Greg Abbott,
I do not consider you my Governor, nor do I respect you. Just as I expect you could never find it in yourself to respect someone like me (a growing majority of young, empathetic, and progressive Texans).
That said, here is a reminder that you were voted in by less than 5% of Texas' voting eligible population during your first primary. Then you continued to decrease voting rights as you still fight to do. Your influence and corrupted power have gone unchecked for too long. You and your minority of the state population will soon run out of influence.
I sincerely hope you lose the election this November.
- A highly concerned citizen of the United States
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three things
1. i am feeling nostalgic for gay bars, and sad that they're a dying breed
2. i am feeling inspired by my psuedo-american prohibition era dnd characters
3. i am apparently horny on main
#gay#lesbian#butch femme#butch#femme#my art#im just going to start tagging these two since i am apparently going to continue drawing them#alexandra kuhl#jinn rhodes#my ocs#oh how i long to nearly fuck my girl in the back of a gay bar yet again#i will tell you what it made for a memorable first date it did#shamelessly indulgent posts
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hey beautiful! loving all your writing! and was wondering if you’d do a request with the reader having Negan as her neighbor and he gets jealous when her guy friend comes over instead of him
[Hi there! So, so sorry it took me this long to write your request. But here it finally is, another smut fest, I just can't help myself. 😅]
Warnings: smut, dirty talk, rough sex, jealousy, oral sex (f receiving), bodily fluids, squirting, aftercare
Moving into a new neighborhood always felt weird. Getting used to a new surrounding, meeting neighbors and hoping they would be kind of alright was a pain in your ass. You hated those situations. But meeting Negan, your neighbor of two years by now, was the most cool thing ever. He was a real sweetheart with a sailor's mouth, ready to help whenever there was a problem, ready to party whenever there was an invitation. Even if he was eye candy as well, a real flirt at times, you didn't consider him as an option, more as a friend, a life long partner in crime.
Negan, on the other hand and unbeknownst to you, did definitely have interest in more than harmless teasing. He liked you - a lot. Though he would never pressure you into anything, would never make a move without any signal from your side, because he cherished your friendship as much as you did and respected the hell out of you. Little did he know that a mysterious male guest of yours would shake up his whole resolution, unleashing something primal and urging inside of him.
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You stood in front of the oven, the lasagna smelling delicious and nearly ready to eat. Paul, your friend from work, would ring at any minute. He was a nice guy, helping you out with a big project. In return, you invited him for dinner to thank him for all the effort. This wasn't a date though, Paul was gay 100 percent, the coolest dude in your opinion. He dated an Italian barkeeper who was at work right now, so it would only be the two of you. Either way, you looked forward to a chatty evening with good food, lots of wine and laughter.
Your doorbell rang some moments later and you opened it with a bright smile.
"Hi Paul, come in!"
"Hi there! Thank you so much for the invitation, Y/N!" he beamed, handing you two bottles of wine.
The two of you entered your kitchen, preparing the rest of the dinner together. It was such a relaxing atmosphere, you had missed nights like this.
The lasagna tasted as delicious as it smelled and the first bottle of wine was empty much sooner than you thought. Paul and you talked about work, life, love and everything in between. You felt at ease, happy to the core. The second bottle was opened a few moments later and both of you decided to enjoy the nice weather in your little garden.
"Hey, who's this?" Paul asked, head pointing towards Negan's property. You could see him standing on his terrace, looking straight at the both of you.
"My neighbor and friend Negan", you answered and waved with a big smile. To your surprise, he just looked straight ahead, turning on his heels to get inside.
"What the fuck was that?" you asked perplexed.
"Uh, honey, sorry to break the news, but he seemed to be severely pissed about your male company."
"Huh? That's...why should he?"
Paul looked at me with his eyebrow raised, his glass of wine still in his hand.
"He's some nice piece of ass, at least from what I could make out. And honey, let me tell you, he's jealous because I'm enjoying your presence, not him. He's definitely hot for you."
You laughed loudly at his explanation, shaking your head in disbelief.
"No, he isn't. We're just friends."
"Y/N, for real, I know how a jealous man looks and he definitely wants you all to himself. I'd suggest you get your beautiful ass over there and get banged real good. Because jealous men are such a turn-on and won't keep their hands off of you."
Despite knowing Paul for a long time, you clasped your hand over your mouth.
"He's my friend..."
"So you keep saying. What's wrong about friends with benefits? You absolutely deserve a good time. And he looks like a real snack", he winked, drowning his wine and getting up.
"Besides, I need to get home, it's late. I will get myself an Uber. Don't you worry your pretty little head, just get over there for your dessert."
You said goodbye at your front door half an hour later. While you watched Paul drive away, your heart kept beating faster and faster. Your feet carried you to your kitchen where you drowned another glass of wine. Was it possible what Paul had said? Was Negan jealous? Deep within you there definitely was a spark you felt, a pull towards Negan. He was handsome and funny, that much was true, though before Paul's suggestion you hadn't seen Negan in this kind of light. And since it had been spoken out, you couldn't stop thinking about what his lips might taste on you, what he might feel pressed between your legs.
You gulped audibly, not believing your own thoughts. Blaming the wine for your inappropriate thoughts seemed too easy, but admitting you were attracted to your neighbor was too difficult too. Sighing, you pulled your cardigan over your shoulders, grabbed your keys and went to his front door. The wine gave you the much needed confidence to do so, but your heart hammered in your chest nonetheless. What if you would destroy your friendship with this stupid little action? What if Paul was wrong? But you had to take the risk or you wouldn't sleep at all at night, laying awake with the punishing thoughts of what if.
The door bell rang in your ear louder than you remembered. Your palms were sweaty, so you tried to anchor yourself on your cardigan, hugging yourself tightly.
When Negan opened the door, he looked pissed to say the least.
"Hey", you said timidly.
"Hey", he answered without the warmth in his voice you were used to.
"Can I come in?"
"Why would you want to? You do have company, don't you?"
With a dry mouth you shook your head. "He went home."
"Asshat", he mumbled and you raised a brow.
"Negan, we need to talk."
"About what? I think it's more than fucking clear. Have a good night", he said, motioning to close the door in front of you, but you pushed yourself against it.
"He's gay", you told him, letting him stop in his tracks.
"What?"
"Paul, my visitor. He's gay. He's one of my colleagues and a good friend. This was a thank you dinner because he helped me out at work", you explained even if you didn't have to.
Negan pinched the bridge of his nose, opening the door wider, so you could slip inside.
Both of you stood awkwardly in front of each other, just staring at your shoes.
"Look, Paul said you would be...jealous. Are you?"
You heard Negan huff before you risked a look into his face. He looked troubled, as if he calculated the pros and cons of his next words.
"Fucking shit, Y/N, yeah, I'm jealous. You satisfied now?"
"No", you answered truthfully, risking everything with your next move. You closed the distance between the both of you, getting on your tiptoes to press a fleeting kiss against his lips. You pulled back as fast as you had kissed him, adrenaline driving through your veins.
Negan's growl surprised you, he was on you in an instant, pressing you against his door, his lips colliding with yours. The heat radiating from your bodies made you feel dizzy, his hands held your face tightly while he devoured your mouth with passion. He deepened the kiss as his body pressed itself against you, grinding where you ached the most. Your hands grabbed his strong frame for support, the moan into his mouth made him stop, pulling away a bit to catch his breath and also look into your eyes.
"Damn, baby, you have no idea how long I've been waiting to do this."
The groan leaving your lips spurred him on, moving his center against your trembling body in a nice rhythm.
"Shit, I...I had no idea."
"You surely didn't. Such a sweet, innocent girl. You wanna continue?"
He stopped all at once, earning a desperate whine from you.
"Y-yes, please Negan."
That damn grin of his made your knees buckle. He was so hot and he clearly wanted you. Thanking Paul silently for speaking his mind and Negan for his jealousy, you made the next step by pushing his shirt up, revealing his lean stomach to your hungry eyes.
He just smirked down at you, helping you out by pulling his shirt over his head. You admired his tattoos for a while, tracing them lightly with your fingers. He caught your hands in his, kissing your fingertips before he let go to slip your cardigan over your shoulders before he open button after button of your silky blouse, revealing more and more skin as well as your bra.
"Hot damn", he mumbled when he had freed you from your blouse, starring blatantly at your cleavage.
"I wanna worship every part of that hot body before I fuck you senseless."
Moaning at the prospect of getting laid by Negan, your hands found a home on his chest again.
"You...you don't need to be...you know...gentle with me, at least not this time." You bit your lip at your own forwardness. This was definitely the wine speaking. Your panties were wet the minute he had attacked your mouth and edging was the last thing you needed right now.
"Oh baby, you're full of surprises. The next time, huh? You sure?" Negan played with one of your locks, scanning your face for any second thoughts.
"Yes", you whispered.
He was on you in an instant, his hands on your ass, pushing you against him before he lifted you off the ground to carry you to the living room.
He sat you down on his dining table where the cold wooden surface made you gasp.
"I would carry you into the bedroom...but I think that's something for the next time", he winked, pushing up your skirt and slipping off your shoes. "I need to have a taste right now."
He surprised you yet again by dropping to his knees. Your panties, soaked as they were, were gone in an instant and his impatient mouth closed around your center.
You jumped at the sudden pleasure, too much too soon. Your hands wandered into his hair, desperate to push him away and to keep him there at the same time. The moans leaving your lips sounded like they were coming from someone else. He ate you out with passion, the slurping sounds so foreign to your ears that you turned a light shade of red. But he seemed to enjoy himself, biting down gently on your clit.
"Whose pussy is this?" he asked against your wet flesh, his breath on your lower lips driving you insane. You couldn't form a sentence, earning a light slap against your inner thigh.
"I asked you a question, baby. Whose pussy is this?"
"Y-yours", you moaned, you answer accompanied by his fingers rubbing over your folds.
"Yeah, that's right, mine alone", he mused, closing his lips around your clit again while two of his fingers entered your slick channel. He fucked into you with precision, driving you to your breaking point in no time. You came against his mouth and around his fingers screaming his name.
"So beautiful. Better than I could have ever imagined", he mused, looking up at your face. "I could do that all night. But you didn't ask for gentle, did you?"
There were no words with which you could respond, your orgasm had made you feel like jelly, absolutely unable to do anything than breathe.
You heard Negan's belt come undone and the zipper of his jeans. With the little strength you had left, you lifted your head to look at him. The sight you were greeted with drove another moan out of your mouth. Negan stood in front of you, cock in hand, stroking it languidly while his gaze was fixed on your wet center.
"You like what you see?", he asked, smiling warmly with a hint of mischief in it.
"Yes", you whimpered.
He came nearer, pushing the head of his cock between your soaked pussy lips.
"Fuck...", you uttered, over-sensitive but so damn horny for him nonetheless, despite the earth-shattering orgasm he had gifted you with.
"Patience, baby. Gonna fuck you so good, don't you worry", he mused, concentrating his movements on your clit. You jerked under him, the pleasure rapidly building and as he rubbed himself harder against you, you came again.
"Shit, would you look at that? You like my cock that damn much, don't you?"
As hot as his dirty mouth was, you wanted to feel him, finally. So you pushed your arms up and around his head to pull him down for a longing kiss. Just as his tongue sloppily played with yours, he entered you in one swift motion, setting a fast pace from the beginning.
The moans and groans you shared echoed through his house, the wood underneath you creaked with every movement. This was precisely what you had asked for, a good, hard, passionate fuck, something primal to get rid of all the tension. He fucked you harder still, looking down at you with furrowed brows. His right hand pulled your bra down to bare your bouncing breasts to his heated gaze while you tried to anchor yourself underneath his punishing thrusts. You hadn't been fucked like this in a long, long time, nearly forgetting how much you liked to be taken, to be claimed. And Negan was just perfect at fulfilling your fantasies, his cock feeling incredible.
"Baby...", he purred when he watched you play with your nipples, throwing your head back in the process.
There was something building inside of you again, much stronger than before. Your moans got louder in the process.
"Don't stop, don't stop, don't...", you chanted repeatedly, while Negan fucked you hard, his hand coming down between your legs to flick your clit roughly with his thumb. The walls came crashing down for you, your orgasm roared through your body, wave after wave of pure bliss, so much so that Negan had to pull out to make room for you to squirt all over his cock.
He practically roared at the sight in front of him, jerking himself off furiously and shooting his load against your sodden pussy.
Both of you panted heavily while coming down from such an exquisite high. After a while, Negan helped you out of your skirt and bra which were still dangling on your sweaty body and carried you upstairs to the shower. Underneath his big shower head, you pulled him against you, still with shaking legs, but happy, so damn happy.
"Thank you for being jealous", you said giggling against his strong frame.
"No worries, baby, I still am. You're mine now."
You laughed at his comment, even if you knew he was honest with his statement. The kiss that followed was sweet, a nice contrast to your rough coupling some minutes ago.
"But honestly, I would love to invite you for dinner, have a proper date if you would like to", Negan suggested, his hands drawing lazy circles on your back.
"I would absolutely love to", you answered, peppering his chest with light kisses.
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Taglist: @iluvneganandjamie @murphslass @negans-attagirl @you-a-southpaw-doll
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What I’m Watching - Spring 2022
I nearly forgot to do this and before I knew it the season was already under way
Kaguya-sama Love is War Ultra Romantic - Kaguya is fun
Aharen-san wa Hakarenai - honestly not too confident in this one but main girl has white hair so
Summertime Render - sounds pretty damn interesting, although this one is in Disney jail so no clue when I’d get to watch
Shokei Shoujo no Virgin Road - sounds really interesting and also possibly gay, let’s gooooooo
Machikado Mazoku: 2-choume - oh neat more of this show
Black Rock Shooter: Dawn Fall - Disney jail but now it’s a Black Rock Shooter revival huh
Deaimon - pv looked iyashikei as fuck
Love Live! Nijigasaki Gakuen School Idol Doukoukai 2nd Season - we love a long title, anyway hey did you know I like Love Live? Like, more than anything? Yeah? So glad Niji is back
Ya Boy Kongming! - has an idol apparently and a friend made me think I’d like it
RPG Real Estate - honestly this looks really fucking meh for a doga kobo kirara adaptation, my favourite genre, but whatever it’s still one of those so I’m still gonna give it a shot
Birdie Wing: Golf Girls’ Story - apparently this is unhinged as all hell and it sounds ridiculously fun
Healer Girl - LITERALLY how could I not be hyped as all fuck for a new 3Hz original, reminder to join the Discord server too
Onipan! - original Wit anime starring cute girls??? Yes please, also parkour in PV woah
Estab-Life: Great Escape - friends won’t shut up about it and it sounds Joshcore anyway so
First season in quite a while where I’ll be trying so many shows, woah. Obviously plenty of these have a chance to be dropped and all, but I’m largely fairly optimistic about the bulk of these, which is fun. On that note gonna actually get started with some of them lol.
#kaguya-sama#aharen#summertime render#virgin road#machikado mazoku#black rock shooter#deaimon#love live#healer girl#kongming#rpg real estate#birdie wing#onipan#estab-life#7.4.22
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Season 4, Episode 6: An Extremely Chaotic and Incoherent Review
My favorite episode!!! GET READY FOR HEAD FULL MANY THOUGHTS
The Good:
"Kicks Get Chicks" *is the gayest episode in the entire season* Kicks get DICKS more like
"Sure, we're good for the occasional inspirational moment, but we're not exactly center mat material" HA, love that this fucker is self aware
He knows he's the Comic Relief Guy and he embraces it fully
"He who shall not be named" absolutely LOVE how Demetri just fucking despises Robby now but is trying to be lowkey about it so as not to stir the pot
If he could I'm pretty sure Demetri would pummel this man six ways to Sunday
Once again reminding everyone that Robby paralyzed and nearly killed Demetri's best friend, betrayed his and Demetri's dojo, and then held down and forcefully shaved Demetri's other best friend
Yeah he wants to like...murder Robby at this point honestly
I can't blame him, either--if someone fucked over my bestie, my dojo, AND my crush??? I would indeed be out for blood, yes
The way Demetri looks CRUSHED when Daniel's like "I know you're missing your friends but we have to put the past behind us" :( :( :(
He just wants his boyfriend back god bless
Wow no wonder Tory's fucked up, with an aunt like THAT
GOOD LORD
This season is kinda making me love Tory, I'll admit
I never thought I'd see the day but here we are
SIAHDZUIYVDX JOHNNY TRAINING IN A PLACE WITH BLACK MOLD
Could this man BE any more delightfully unhinged
Johnny Lawrence's dojo marketing will never NOT be hysterical
"Smack-dab between the pipe supply and the burned-down Chuck E. Cheese" SIR
"I'm asexual" WELL at least we exist on television, right???
I guess this is the queer rep we get for Season 4, RIP
YOOOOO IT'S MY GIRL MOON
"I can't do the whole physical aggression thing" Remind me again why she and ELI FREAKING MOSKOWITZ are meant to be compatible at all??? Literally what even would they talk about??? Well REGARDLESS, can't help but admire her staunch determination to be a pacifist in a high school singlehandedly spearheading the local karate wars
"She's the best athlete in school and she's not afraid to get into a fight" Okay don't get me wrong, I'm still seething over Moon and Piper breaking up, BUT I do find it absolutely HYSTERICAL that Moon apparently has a type
Even funnier that Yasmine lowkey fits her type too, which is apparently mean, cocky bitches who don't take shit from anyone
Oh SHIT, Sam catching Amanda talking to Tory??? This boutta get JUICY
OKAY HERE WE GO HERE WE GO
BASEMENT SCENE LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOO
I've got a lot to say here but I'll try to organize my thoughts somewhat
FIRST OF ALL, I am absolutely delighted that my headcanon that these two have been friends since kindergarten and can easily let themselves into each other's houses is correct!!!
Also Demetri's gay ass is obsessed--I have a lot of long-time childhood friends, and I don't have the location of their spare house keys memorized XD
"You should really think about increasing your security given, you know, THE KARATE WAR???" Not Demetri still being the most overprotective goddamn boyfriend I've ever SEEN
He gets pissy at his friends whenever they do (or suggest) something dangerous that could get them hurt, and it's kind of hilarious but also adorable
He cares so much but has like 0 tact in showing it, bless his soul
The overprotective pissiness is turned up to eleven with Eli though, which is pretty gay
I knew so many dudes in high school who were obsessed with and idolized Batman to a weird extent so like
A very confident "YOU'RE BATMAN!!!" from a guy who seems to be one of those Batman-obsessed boys is uh
Basically a love confession
"Oh, I forget, you're not a DC guy" losing my MIND, I can't believe absolute edgelord Eli Moskowitz isn't into the kind of dark, gritty shit DC is constantly putting out XD
Plot twist of the century honestly
"Forget Batman, you're The Hawk!!!" Hey um check and fucking MATE, haters who threw shade at Demetri for being a bad friend because he never fully accepted the "Hawk" persona
He wouldn't use that as a means of trying to build back Eli's confidence if he hadn't learned to embrace "Hawk" at least somewhat????
And like even if he's still not the biggest fan of "Hawk," he thinks talking about that is what'll make Eli happy and help cheer him up and feel better about himself
He just wants Eli to be his best, happiest self ;__;
"I just proved I was an asshole. To Moon, to Miguel...especially you." Gonna point out that he listed what I think are the 3 most important people to him and he emphasized Demetri
THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HIM AFTER HE SAYS THAT OH GOD THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HIM
And I could swear his voice cracks a little, like he's legit getting choked up just thinking about all the fuckery he subjected Dem to
This dude still has so much guilt festering in him about what he did to Demetri, fucker loves Demetri so much ;_;
"I forgave you, remember?" Dem of course we remember you giving in to Eli's puppy dog eyes in all of 2 seconds because you're deeply in love with him
OPE my homebody Demetri literally says he doesn't give a fuck how Eli does his hair, he still thinks he's the shit regardless
Sorry "Demetri only accepts Eli and not Hawk" truthers, y'all are wrong again
He loves all versions of Eli Moskowitz, he just doesn't want him to be an asshole actually
Which seems reasonable to me
Tfw when you say "Miyagi-Do needs you" but what you really mean is "I need you"
Gay gay homosexual gay
Okay I read some steaming hot takes about Demetri coming to emotionally blackmail Eli to join Miyagi Do or whatever, but...no??? The dude is clearly just panicking and venting and also has no filter at all when he's stressed
Like everything here just seems like panicked word vomit to me, he doesn't seem nearly controlled enough to come in with some devious plan to trick Eli into joining his dojo :/
The whole ramble when Demetri first comes down into the basement reads like he's having an anxiety attack tbh
Can't really blame him, since he's dealing with the stress of worrying Cobra Kai is gonna wipe the floor with him AND his recently-traumatized best friend going totally fucking AWOL
And Demetri seems like the type who snaps and lashes out when he's worried and/or stressed, and like I said, that could account for the absolute lack of any filter he has here
Hence "WHO CARES WHAT THEY THINK??? IT'LL GROW BACK!" Certainly not the most tactful thing to say, but Demetri is way too anxious to think before he blabs, it seems
Ah, so it's the "That's just great, you're choosing Eagle Fang over your best friend" line that everyone's getting hot and bothered about
Honestly I chock this one up to anxiety-induced word vomit, too...like Demetri is kinda just rambling and speaking his mind and his panicky thoughts are going BRRRRRRR so fast that he's definitely not stopping to consider if he's coming across as an ass
And anyways, like...considering Johnny DID help mold Eli into a dude who fully embraced toxic masculinity and bullied the shit out of Demetri, I...don't think it's that unreasonable for him to have reservations about Eli going back to Eagle Fang :/ Like I don't blame him for not wanting Eli to go back to a situation that brought out some of the worst in him
And also like??? Eli fucken dragged Demetri through the ringer and Demetri only just got Eli back in his life a few months ago, of course he would panic if he thought Eli was gonna leave him behind again!
And maybe even lash out and be a bit of a dick, cuz ya know. Homeboy's not perfect
So Eli saying "I'm not going BACK to Miyagi-Do" instead of "I'm not JOINING Miyagi-Do" implies they've discussed Eli joining MD before. I do feel like this needs to be its own scene to clarify, but it's still important to note
So no, he's not tryna guilt trip Eli into joining MD out of nowhere, he's following up on something he and Eli seem to have previously talked about
The "OH SHIT" look on Demetri's face when Eli says he quits KILLS me. Like that's his wakeup call that oh fuck, this is THAT serious and he looks absolutely horrified that Eli has hit rock bottom so hard he's resorted to quitting that has essentially become his favorite thing in the world ;___;
"Yes I will be awake" "NO SENSEI BE WOKE" Johnny Lawrence you are literally always going to make me just lose it
"What about nonbinary and genderfluid?" "Yes fluids are CRUCIAL, if you don't hydrate, it affects performance" He a little confused, but he got the spirit!!!
Also headcanon that Moon is genderfluid but isn't publicly out yet--Piper was one of the only people Moon came out to
Hence why Piper is so quick to make sure Johnny is including genderfluid people! You dun best believe she’ll still defend her ex-girlfriend’s honor
My main reasoning here is that Moon is the most transgender name I have ever heard in my entire life
Highkey love seeing Miguel and Johnny's relationship at its best again. I missed them so much!!!
Honestly good on Sam for standing up for herself!!! She's highkey right that her parents haven't really been listening to her or trying to properly address her trauma
Like for FUCK'S sake, the girl has PTSD!!! Put her in therapy!!!
Oh HELL yes, Amanda backstory!!! Let's fuckin GOOOO!!!
Oh shit, she got arrested??? PLOT TWIST OF THE CENTURY
I mean given that she married someone as chaotic and hotheaded as Daniel this shouldn't actually come as a surprise but STILL
Oh damn, I was wrong!!! I thought Amanda took pity on Tory because she saw some of young Daniel in her, but she actually sees a lot of her younger self in her ;___; Okay okay okay okay I need a minute
Lowkey they're right that "bad kids" just get told the same thing over and over and it's never gonna help course-correct
"She's not the only one who needs a wake-up call" *cuts to Eli in a depressive funk fully believing he can never do karate again* CIMENA
"You put me in a situation where I had to join the dojo" this is probably the kindest possible way to put it, considering said "situation" was "threatening me and then attempting to beat me up over a Yelp review" XD
Ah, so I see Demetri has regained some semblance of tact! Guess the worst of the anxiety attack finally passed, now that he's had the chance to take in that Eli is in fact safe (if having quite the Sadboi Hours) and not kidnapped and beat up by Kyler and co.
Uhhhhh not Demetri telling Eli that him getting Dem into Eli's special interest was the best thing that ever happened to him
Like you telling anyone that them getting you into something they liked is the best thing that ever happened to you is just so Extra and over-the-top that it's extremely difficult not to read as romantic because like
I've had a lot of friends get me into stuff over the years, and I never looked them dead in the eye like "YOU INTRODUCING ME TO THIS THING WAS THE BEST THING THAT EVER HAPPENED TO ME"
Anyways tl;dr Demetri is in love
Duh
ALSO Eli's wide-eyed, pleasantly surprised look when Dem says karate is the best thing that ever happened to him, MY HEART
Oh god oh why oh no Eli looks SO FUCKING SAD when Demetri starts talking about Yasmine
Thanks I hate it
I know that look, that's the EXACT expression I make when my crush starts talking about their crush
*Bart Simpson voice* "You can pinpoint the exact moment his heart rips in half!"
"It's not gonna be as exciting if you're not there" I stg this fucker Demetri just sees the world through this sad, destitute, mopey lens when Eli isn't around and then Eli shows up and suddenly everyone upped the color saturation by like 500% and everything is all vibrant and fantastic
Again, this dude is in love
Also the way he looks at Eli when he says it, MY GOD
YOOO THERE WE FUCKIN GO THERE'S THAT SHOULDER SQUEEZE
"Scuse me" *Eli proceeds to have 0 issues with Demetri getting all up in his personal space and practically cuddling with him* Yeah, these dudes are GAY
Like Demetri is LEANING on this man like a giant cat and Eli is just like "I have no problem with this"
"I say a lot of things" God you sure do
THERE'S THE SQUEEZE THERE'S THE SQUEEZE THERE'S THE PRECIOUS SHOULDER SQUEEZE
I'm going feral actually
You tellin me this dumb video has 15k views??? I'm betting this is a viral meme in certain niche circles
And there's definitely some YouTube community who ships them
THESE IDIOTS CAN'T SING
Also are you telling me Demetri made his codename "zer0" and Eli's codename "the 1" and he's NOT in love with Eli???? Uh HUH
Like it's the perfect manifestation of Demetri's cripplingly low self-esteem (wouldn't be surprised if the dude really did consider himself a "zero" of sorts) and him fully indeed believing Eli is in fact The One (romantic)
And he's right!
Also can we appreciate just how INTO IT Eli is getting in the video??? Like this dude has literally always had a hammy, overdramatic side, it's just that prior to them meeting Miguel, Demetri was the only person who could bring it out ;__;
Absolutely HYSTERICAL that Eli is still so deeply and personally offended at the mere idea of being a "loser" XD
The utter HORROR on his face when he says it, I can't with him
"Because this is who you are" "A loser?" "My BEST FRIEND" *sobs*
Also I'm very certain that Demetri could potentially have made other friends and wasn't actually "stuck" with Eli before Miguel showed up, but he just straight up never wanted anyone but Eli as his best friend
"I know you think that mohawk defined who you are, but it didn't. Not to me. Eli, Hawk, hell, call yourself Cornelius for all I care. None of that changes the fact that you're my Binary Brother." ONCE AGAIN CHECK-MATING YOU FUCKERS WHO THOUGHT DEMETRI NEVER ACCEPTED THE HAWK PERSONA AND ONLY WANTS TIMID SADBOI ELI
He LITERALLY just said "I don't give a shit what you go by or how you wear your hair, nothing can ever change what you mean to me"
ALSO "Eli, Hawk, hell, call yourself Cornelius for all I care." basically confirms that Demetri would be down to call Eli Hawk if that's what he really wanted!!! And the hopeful look Eli gives Dem when he says "Hawk"!!!! Like I think this is the first time Eli truly realizes that Demetri fully accepts him no matter what he goes by and how he chooses to present himself and he's so euphoric about it and I think that's beautiful
Also they deadass did the "I'll take care of you." "It's rotten work." "Not to me. Not if it's you." convo with Demetri and Eli I am SCREAMING
Also ALSO my headcanon is that Demetri actually started calling Eli Cornelius as a joke and then it turned into a legitimate pet name when they started dating
"Whether you're number one...or zero" My homeboy Demetri really just said "I will take you at your best AND your worst" in Nerd
The way he looks at Eli during this entire exchange kills me, this man is so in love I'm getting secondhand pining just from looking at his big sad eyes
Actually kind of loved the Daniel-Robby interaction here because like. Daniel isn't trying to make excuses for Robby here or be like "it's okay, I know you still have a good heart!!!" Like he's done trying to be a "savior" guy and he's basically saying "do what you want, it's your life" but at the same time, he still cares enough to give Robby a warning
"I heard what you did to Eli" (threatening)
Hell yeah, Scary Daniel has entered the chat! EXCEPT
"I'm not here to judge you." Okay, well I am. Get over here Robby, I'm going to beat your ass
OH HELL FUCKING YES, AISHA ROBINSON MY LOVE
I know she's only going to be here for like 2 minutes but her presence fills me with an overpowering calmness and serenity that somehow convinces me that everything will be all right
"I broke a kid's nose" Legit forgot what an incredibly badass queen this woman is. I stan
Okay I've seen some people complaining that the writers seemed to forget that Tory and Aisha were friends too BUT I raise you that after Tory tried to basically murder Sam in the school fight I feel like it's not that whack to think Aisha would side with Sam
Like Tory went after Aisha's childhood best friend with lethal-seeming intent TWICE, it's not all that unreasonable to assume Aisha would cut ties with Tory after that
"But Tory was a better friend to Aisha!!!" Okay but Aisha and Tory were friends for like...a couple months at most, and Sam and Aisha had been friends for years and just happened to be going through a rough patch when Cobra Kai came to town. I feel like a few months of on-and-off falling out aren't really enough to cancel out a lifelong friendship, or make you suddenly not be concerned about your estranged friend's actual safety. Or side with the girl relentlessly attacking said estranged friend.
Like this coming from someone who does indeed enjoy Tory x Aisha, yes, but I do think it's important to keep things in perspective yn
"These are the same overprotective LaRussos who made me wear a helmet on your trampoline" OKAY THEY WOULD
"She's my bestie. My new school bestie, you'll always be the OG" SCREAMING CRYING SOBBING
GOOD GOD I'VE MISSED THEIR FRIENDSHIP SO MUCH
We were ROBBED I tell you ;___;
Okay I fuckin love that Aisha went "I'm gonna take all this karate bullshit I learned and use it for the POWER OF FRIENDSHIP"
And she's right!
When will Aisha return from the war??? I need her
Pretty sure she has one of the only brain cells in the valley and they desperately need it right now
I want Sam and Aisha to keep in touch and bond over their appreciation for Johnny's chaotic yet proactive life advice
PLEASE I need it
Also this fucker Johnny Lawrence really wanted to crossdress Mitch and thought no one would be fooled
As of last scene I NEED to see Sam and Aisha's reaction to this
All of Miyagi-Do chanting "MEAT MEAT MEAT MEAT" is so funny because we know damn well none of these guys are the ones who truly want Demetri's meat
If you catch my drift
"DAMN IT" I’ll bet Demetri's more anxious and high-strung than usual because he feels bad about having to leave Eli to wallow in his sorrows in his basement and go to karate practice ;__;
OH so Eli decides to join Miyagi-Do to be with Demetri, despite literally all his other close friends being in Eagle Fang??? Fellas, is it gay to join your Totally Platonic Bro's dojo full of people who are still kind of mad at you because you want to help your Totally Platonic Bro out in the AVT that bad????
Not Demetri looking at him with huge doe eyes in the background ;___;
"Is it Eli or Hawk?" "Doesn't matter, I'm just here to do what I can to help out the team" Nice to get an official confirmation that basically throughout S4 Eli has never fucking minded when Demetri called him Eli instead of Hawk
Legit have seen people upset he's cool with going by Eli again, and like??? I'm pretty sure him not feeling like he has to have a cool nickname to kick ass at karate is a good thing actually???
Like ffs let him embrace softboi Eli!!! Let him be gentle and vulnerable and true to himself, even the parts that aren't all hardcore and macho!!! He can cry at sad movies with his boyfriend Demetri and still pound your whiney toxic masculinity-obsessed ass into the ground, actually!
I SWEAR I heard Demetri's voice crack at "it's good to have you back, man"
Do I see tears in his eyes??? Is he HAPPY CRYING???
Demetri stop being so in love and so painfully unaware of it, it's making me embarrassed for you
HOLY SHIT SAM TELLING TORY OFF WAS LOWKEY TERRIFYING
But in the BEST possible way
Still feel bad for Tory, but like...SAM. QUEEN. Taking 0 shit from Tory and I am HERE FOR IT
"I'm coming for you, bitch" *evil smirk* YOU ABSOLUTE SAVAGE
Aisha was like "respond to your problems with love!" and Sam actively chose violence instead, kind of love that for her
The Bad:
Damn, these fuckers really dedicated 3 whole minutes of screentime to an AVT board meeting instead of. You know. Hawk's trauma. Or why the fuck Moon and Piper broke up. Or what Yasmine actually does with her time aside from being thirsty for Demetri. Or Daniel tryna deal with some recent manifestation of his Terry Silver trauma. Or Demetri hunting down and beating the shit out of/attempting to beat the shit out of Kyler and Gang. Or Carmen getting to do something independent of her son-and-boyfriend-related storylines. Or literally anything else
Can you tell I'm a little pressed
Also I stg they're just using the separate gender division thing as an excuse to milk even more drama out of the AVT
Like the stakes are already high enough, y'all don't need to kick them up even HIGHER and complicate the plot even more, like
We already have like 7 arcs going so let's introduce a new conflict/arc instead of working on resolving the ones we already have going
Also it's like
"What hamfisted excuse can we use to introduce more badass female characters for Woke Points so we don't have to give the ones we already have any depth whatsoever?" (Yes I'm talking about Moon and Yasmine)
Literally would not even be hard to flesh them out A TINY BIT but the show just said "no thank you, they don't properly exist as people outside of their relationship to these two gay nerd boys"
Also they’re depriving me of a Demetri-Tory fight and this is an unforgivable crime
Demetri was literally so ready to throw hands with her when she threatened Eli last season, and now we shall never perceive it
Disgusting
I just want overprotective boyfriend Demetri to fight everyone who threatens his mans
ALSO Sam deserves to beat the shit out of Kyler. As A Treat
Yeah I sure do remember that shit he pulled in S1
You try to feel up my girl and slut-shame her??? She deserves to beat yo ass like never before
And anyways we’ve seen multiple times that Sam and Tory can and do hold their own in fights against boys
So what gives, Cobra Kai???
I definitely feel Robby hatred emanating from Demetri but I would like to feel even more
This man has grievously wronged Demetri thrice now, as discussed above, and I think it would be fun if Demetri got on a warpath to absolutely destroying Robby Keene
Is it OOC, considering that Demetri is often rather violence-averse? Perhaps, but consider: I want him to find his inner darkness and become very scary
Speaking of which, why is Sam the only one who is super pissed and vindictive??? As if Demetri WOULDN'T be
Listen, being fight-averse doesn't extend to when your best friend who you're in love with gets pinned down and shaved
Ah, so the LGBT rep this season is acknowledging that asexuals, nonbinary people, and genderfluid people...exist???
Wow, such great rep, I'm shaking and clapping and cheering
Very convenient for the writers that their rep didn't include actually writing any LGBT characters
Also we still haven't gotten any fucking reason or explanation as to why Moon and Piper broke up
Like if they're gonna split up the only LGBT couple in the show, the very fucking LEAST they could do is tell us why :/
Was Piper becoming too much of a jerk for Moon to be okay with??? Did they clash because of Moon's staunch pacifism and refusal to get in a physical brawl ever??? Who the hell knows??? Definitely not us
Probably not the showrunners either
They just needed to set up the stupid Hawk x Moon plot that they're dragging out of the grave like a horrible gross heteronormative zombie
Okay as much as I love the basement scene I 1000% feel like there was a scene missing between the hair-shaving reveal and the basement scene
Like are you really telling me that Demetri didn't check in on Eli once until after he'd already been AWOL for a cool minute??? I simply do not buy it
And like it doesn't even have to be an Eli-Demetri scene, it could be something as simple as Demetri talking to Chris and being like "hey have you seen Eli? He hasn't been at school and he's not answering his phone. And he hasn't been to a single practice since...well, you know." And Chris is kinda confused like "No, I haven't see him at school, but wouldn't he be going to Eagle Fang practice???"
Cue Demetri explaining that he and Eli had previously discussed Eli potentially joining Miyagi-Do if the dojos split, so Demetri expecting Eli to join Miyagi-Do doesn't lowkey come out of nowhere
THEN Demetri asks Miguel if Eli's been at Eagle Fang practice, and Miguel is like "No, actually...I'm starting to get really worried tbh" and reveals Eli hasn't been answering Miguel's texts and calls either
And THEN Demetri busts into Eli's basement like "WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN"
They seriously could have replaced that AVT board meeting scene with this bit and it would have made everything 4000x better
ALSO like. Why is Miguel not concerned at all about Eli regularly bailing on practice??? They're buddies--I'd expect ONE line of worried dialogue being like "Where's Hawk at?" at the very LEAST
Anyways like I mentioned before I feel like there needs to be some kind of explicit confirmation that Eli and Demetri previously talked about Eli joining Miyagi-Do if/when the dojos split, because otherwise Demetri being fully under the impression Eli's going to come back to MD instead of EF seems a little out of left field
Okay, wow. WOW. They seriously could not let Demetri and Eli have ONE scene
ONE GODDAMN SCENE
Without having Demetri bring up Yasmine to very insistently remind us that he's straight -___-
How even is Yasmine "the girl of your dreams" dude, her only personality traits are "hot" and "makes a sassy comment once every 7 years"
"None of that changes the fact that you're my binary brother" Damn they're seriously trying so damn hard to convince us these dudes have a "brotherly" relationship and simply will not accept it's never, ever going to work
Also did they seriously No Homo Demetri and Eli twice in one scene
Of course they fucking did
They know damn well there's gay tension but still deny it at every turn to appease the creepy homophobic conservative fanbase
For shame, homophobes! You've messed up a perfectly good queer-coded karate show is what you've done!
Look at it, it's got heteronormativity!!!
Regardless I can't help but get some amusement out of the fact that the writers are constantly trying so desperately hard to convince us Eli and Dem aren't gay because their interactions are just that inherently fruity
Y'all fighting a losing battle, we all know damn well they're gay
Hey Daniel I know Robby is your ex karate son but you absolutely should judge him for the shit he pulled with Hawk actually
Forceably shaving someone's head in an attempt to destroy their self-esteem is not very punk-rock at all
Also they really be treating Daniel's Terry Silver trauma like Trauma Lite
Like they're barely doing anything with it at all :/
If it's meant to be the reason he's being kind of a self-righteous jerk this season, then like??? They could talk about that??? They could explore it more and what the long-term effects Silver had were???
But nah, just one uncomfortable convenience store confrontation and that's all we need I guess
They GAVE me my Aisha Robinson??? Only to take her away again??? This is unspeakable cruelty and I am going to scream
Okay so like. Devon seems cool, don't get me wrong. But also can this show fucking CHILL with introducing new characters???
Like we are on SEASON FUCKING FOUR we have PLENTY of characters and arcs to work with already!!!
Also Cobra Kai Writers Stop Introducing New Female Characters Because You Don't Know How To Write Your Existing Ones Challenge
WHAT is this weak-ass bro-hug shit, I know my boy Demetri and he would absolutely CRUSH Eli in a hug, sorry
Maybe he doesn't wanna be TOO gay in front of all his MD friends but boy it is FAR too late for that
Damn the gayest episode is behind me now, idk what to do with myself :O
Guess I’ll have to create some Elimetri and YasMoon content
#hawk x demetri#demetri x eli#binary boyfriends#hawkmeat#elimetri#demetri x hawk#eli x demetri#eli moskowitz#hawk#demetri alexopoulos#demetri cobra kai#robby keene#daniel larusso#johnny lawrence#miguel diaz#moon cobra kai#piper elswith#yasmine cobra kai#moonpiper#yasmoon#sam larusso#samantha larusso#amanda larusso#aisha robinson#tory nichols#cobra kai#cobra kai season 4#season four#season 4
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