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mad-who-ra · 2 years

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Jewels in Your Eyes

Ram x Reader

Word count : 1863

Might be the longest thing I have written here. Here is your fluff, bitches (affectionate) Now let me be. @dumdaradumdaradum you an angel. i wrote today!

“All excellent points, Ram, but I am going to have to tell you that you are absolutely wrong.” You said, as you glared at him. You were arguing about the importance of the higher ground in war craft. Ram believed that it was crucial and you cannot win without it. And honestly, he was right. You knew there was one in a million chance that you can win a war when the other side had the higher ground. But there was no way in hell you would accept that and give him the satisfaction of being right. You started going through the books that lay on his floor, trying to find the book you knew did not exist. And even Ram knew that. Cause he sat on the floor beside you, and watched you with a smug smile on his face. You were in the middle of this argument for the last few hours to say the least, and this was the thing you did regularly. Akhtar left as soon as he realised the room would soon turn into a battle ground for the both of you and you started raising your voices, and glaring, only a step away from killing each other. Akhtar did not want to be in the middle of “AM I RIGHT?”

As much as it was a test of your knowledge, it was a test of your manipulative skills and you were proud of yourself for making your arguments sound logical when you knew you were wrong.

“I read this in a book, give me a minute. You are wrong.” You said, going through the books fanatically, trying to find something that would give you a good standing point.

You heard him sigh, as he leaned forward holding your wrist, stopping your search.

“Jaan, we know you have exhausted every logic you could have conjured up.” He said, smiling, “you had some pretty impressive points, though, when you knew you were wrong since the start.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, “this is not over, Ramaraju.”

“I am sure it is not.” He smiled softly, very in contrast to the frustrated tone he was using a few minutes before, trying to prove his point. The tone made you freeze in your place and look at him. Actually look at him. He look tired but he looked happy. A small smile lit up his whole face. His finger stayed clasped around your wrist and your heart skipped a beat at the realisation. There was a high chance that you liked him. But you did not need to emotionally invest yourself in someone you knew had bigger concerns. You doubted Ram was looking for a partner at all. It was better to not fall in love with him. But you looked at his face, glowing under the yellow light in the room and wondered if it was too late-

Yellow light. Night time-

You looked at the clock on the wall. It was late. It was so very late.

Ram frowned looking at you panic.

“What is it?” He asked, his thumb unconsciously caressed your knuckles.

“It’s late.” You said, watching the smile on his face drop. If you didn’t know better you would have thought you saw hurt flash in his beautiful brown eyes. He left your wrist and it felt like you lost something.

You looked around the house, trying to come up with something to fill the awkward silence when the phone at his place rang. You did not know he had a phone. He went to pick it up, and you started stacking the books you two had left open all around on the floor.

“No, she is here.” You heard Ram say, and turned around to see him looking at you.

“Yeah I was just about to drop her home.”

There was beat of silence as Ram listened to whoever was talking on the other side.

“Oh. But- Yes, okay. Let me talk to her.”

You frowned, silently asking him a what. He nodded, asking for you to wait a moment.

“Yes, babai. Yes, I know.” He rolled his eyes before placing the phone down.

“What happened?” You asked.

“There is some riot near your house. Babai thinks it’s not safe to go home right now.”

“Oh,” you said, thinking, “but what about my fa-”

“Babai has talked to them already. They are fine with you staying here, if you are.”

You stared at him dumbfounded. Staying at his place. Staying there the whole night. The thought made you excited and nervous at the same time.

“You know what, I can drop you at Akhtar’s place. That will be more comfortable for you, obv-”

He wasn’t wrong. You had stayed at Akhtar’s place before, being friends with his sister. But something in his voice made you want to stay there. You stood up, as he ranted about how it would be better to drop you there.

“Ram.” You started. He did not hear you.

“Ram!” You repeated, holding his shoulders. He stopped mid sentence at your touch, and looked at you with slightly confused face.

“I am okay with staying here.” You said, “that is, if you don’t have a problem with it.”

“I don’t.” He shook his head.

“And my family-” You started, justifying your decision more to yourself than him.

“Right.” He nodded, “You can sleep on the bed, I will take the floor.”

You suppressed the small part inside you that did not like it very much and nodded. He looked at your hands that were still on his shoulders and your eyes widened. You pulled them back like he was a live wire, letting them fall to your sides. You wrung them together, cursing yourself in your head.

“Do you want to get freshened up?” He asked.

“Yeah.” You said, anything to get out of the room he was in at this point. You were sure your face was flushed because of the embarrassment.

“Okay, I will be back.” He said, leaving you alone in the room for a while.

You took a moment to calm your racing heart. And then another moment to process the fact that you were going to stay at his place for the night. You were sure you won’t be able to sleep the whole night. Because of the clothes and more than that because of the knowledge of him being just a few feet away from you. Yes, it was definitely too late to catch yourself from falling for him. You sighed, sitting on the bed. Your fingers traced the soft bed sheet. You decided to busy yourself with taking off at least your jewellery to make yourself a little comfortable when the thoughts of him sleeping in that bed peaked into your head. That was definitely the last thing you needed that night.

You were struggling with the hook of your necklace when Ram walked in with a cup of chai. You frowned.

“You drink chai before bed right?” He asked, looking at your confused face.

Yes, you did. And yes, you had mentioned it once after which he had teased you relentlessly about how unhealthy the habit was. But you did not think he would remember that or make you a cup. You ranted a lot about a lot of things. You were sure Ram did not listen to those senseless talks at all. And if he did, he forgot them just a moment later cause he already had so much on his plate.

“Do you need help with that?” Ram asked. It took you a moment to realise he was talking about the stuck hook of your necklace. You nodded, not trusting your voice. He placed the cup of chai on the small table beside the bed and leaned forward, his warm fingers brushed the against the nape of your neck, as he unclasped the necklace. You stayed frozen in your place, too scared to even breath because of how close he was.

“You wear this often, don’t you?” Ram asked with a soft smile as he placed it on the table beside the cup.

You looked at him with wide eyes and nodded slightly. He crouched on the floor in front of you. Your heart sped up as his knuckles brushed against your cheek. His lips were curled in the softest of smiles.

“And these jhumke,” he said, his fingers brushing against them. The small bells at the end jingled happily.

“You bought them even when you thought they were expensive. Because you liked the red beads against the gold metal.” He whispered, looking lost in his thoughts, “and then you kept cursing the vendor to Akhtar.”

All of it, you had done. You did not think he noticed or he remembered. He very delicately took off the earrings.

“Ram, I-” You started, not really knowing what to say next. He smiled, looking into our eyes. With a last brush of his knuckles on your cheeks, he moved to your wrists. Your heart skipped a beat when he held your hands in his big calloused palm. You had lost the ability to think altogether. Your breathing refused to go back to normal. Your brain kept repeating his name. This man was driving you insane.

His finger flicked the bangles, setting them into a clinking sound.

“Every time you argue with me, these punctuate your every word. I love how aggressive they sound when you are mad and how melodious they are when you are happy.”

You just stared at him, unable to react at all. Ram slowly pulled the bangles down your palm. You breathlessly waited for his next move. He lifted your foot, placing it on his thigh just above his knee. Your face flushed as he lifted the hem of your saree just enough to make your silver anklets visible. Akhtar’s sister had gotten them for you when she went to the fair and you loved them more than any other pair you owned.

“These reminded me of you.” Ram said, looking up at you. You melted at the look in his eyes.

“I bought them without thinking about anything.” He whispered.

“Wha-”

“I was nervous.” He said, avoiding your eyes, “can you please leave them on? I absolutely love the soun-”

Maybe it was the way his thumb lightly caressed your ankle or the way he spoke. Or maybe it was just you, unable to control yourself any longer. But you leaned forward, placing you lips on his, as you cupped his face rendering him speechless. He stayed frozen for a moment and you smiled at how the tables were reversed. His lips started moving against yours after a moment. He kissed you softly making your heart flutter in happiness. He pulled away way too soon, and you opened your eyes, silently raising your eyebrows in question.

“I am in love with you, if that wasn’t clear.” He said, looking up at you with his beautiful brown eyes. You smiled tracing his jawline with your fingers, something you have always wanted to do.

“I love you, too.” You whispered. He smiled before capturing your lips in another kiss.

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eloquentmoon · 2 years

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Expensive Tastes - Cad Bane x Fem/AFAB!Reader

SUMMARY: As an immensely wealthy heiress, the ongoing Clone Wars are making your life increasingly complicated. Being rich and influential in a galaxy-wide conflict comes with many problems: problems that threaten, plot and talk too much. Problems that need solving...permanently. So of course, you have hired the most renowned bounty hunter in the galaxy to locate the source of these problems, and subtly take them out. But after completing his third job for you, Cad Bane offers much more than his usual solutions – and the understanding between you blossoms into a new, more bountiful arrangement. RATING: 18+. This work is explicit due to sexual content, MINORS, DO NOT INTERACT. WORD COUNT: 5.5k CW/TW: Reader is a rich bitch, cis woman, with she/her pronouns. Alcohol, brief and very mild threat. Pure, shameless smut. Brat-taming, name calling, degradation, dirty talk, masturbation, biting, smacking, spanking, hair-pulling, vaginal fingering, m!receiving oral sex, rough unprotected PiV sex. NOTES: This is another filthy one, and my first time writing for Bane. You also can read this fic on AO3.

Expensive Tastes - Cad Bane x Reader

You lounge back on your chaise longue, draping your body across it with a severe lack of the elegance and grace that should befit a woman of your station, a flute glass of your favourite wine held lazily in your hand. The sunlight pours in through the doorway, the warmth kisses your face as you indulge in the sweet, chittering noises of summer on Naboo. You have stolen a precious week away to unwind in your secret vacation home, having finally found time to escape to the islands and the waterfalls of this beautiful planet. It is such a dream in itself – the weather perfect, the location exotic, your home plush and extravagant.

But to be able to distance yourself from the insipid, relentless idiots who so unashamedly beg and fawn for your credits is what is truly priceless. The brief reprieve from the constant throng of nattering politicians is utter bliss. Their insistence on licking your boots, being so desperate in their demands, unyielding in their mooching and scrounging – by the Galaxy, it is exhausting. You curse yourself for having ever expressed interest in their cause: you should have insisted on staying neutral in their ridiculous war. It would have at least kept them somewhat at bay.

But now you are finally alone – well, except for your protocol droid, affectionately named Mo – but she doesn’t really count. You know she is currently wandering around somewhere outside, as you have demanded that she stay far, far away from you. No one is to bother you for the next day at the very least. Your only company is to be the sun, your drinks and silence. No messages, no transmissions, no interruptions. You release a dreamy sigh, shifting softly beneath the sun’s warmth on your skin.

At just that moment, the light from the doorway is suddenly blocked, throwing you into shade. With an irritated grumble, you turn curiously to see what is stopping it. If it is that blasted droid again you will consider shutting her down for good. You open your eyes, about to curse her out for finding a reason to interrupt you in spite of your very clear commands. But it isn’t Mo.

You recognise the silhouette of this person immediately. That tall, relaxed physique, the way he leans so nonchalantly against the door frame. That kriffing hat.

Cad Bane, bounty hunter and mercenary for hire, stands in the doorway of your villa.

“How did you find me here?” you seethe as you lean forward, staring him down.

“Easily.”

“Out,” you say through gritted teeth as you slump back and close your eyes. You cannot believe that he has the audacity to show up. Not only at the location of your very hidden holiday home, where you so clearly do not wish to be disturbed – but also after the kark he pulled the last time he was with you? There is no way you are humouring him. No way.

Blasted man.

“I am not dealing with your nonsense today. Leave.”

“Now that’s no way to speak to the fella who saved your skin,” he drawls, his voice modulated by those strange breathing tubes he uses.

“Oh do shut up,” you retaliate. “I told you to contact me via holo only. And how dare you track me here? Was I not explicit in my instructions?”

“Eh.” He brushes you off. “I was in the neighbourhood.”

“Not likely,” you say with a pretentious scoff. Even so, you shoot him a curious stare. Surely he would not just happen to be on world, and in the most lavish, upscale part of the planet at that?

“Aren't you pleased to see me?”

“You are fortunate I even hired you again after the havoc you wreaked last time I saw you. Cad Bane, you are pushing your luck.”

“And clearly already pushing your buttons.”

You ignore him, though you open your eyes to scrutinise him. “Don’t you have a sleemo to hunt down? I am not paying you to bother me.”

“I did the job,” he replies with a shrug.

You arch a brow in disbelief. “Already?”

He nods, and you sit up eagerly. “I can’t believe - did you confirm the kill?”

“Obviously,” he says defensively, sauntering into the room. “What do you take me for?”

You nod, relieved, and then drain the wine from your glass with a shrug. “Well I thought you said you weren’t an assassin.”

“I’m not – but I can be anything for the right price,” he asserts as he further paces into the room. “It was an easy job. Much too easy for what you’re paying. What’s the catch?” he adds suspiciously, twirling the toothpick between his teeth.

“There is no catch. I wanted him gone.” You collect yourself, crossing your legs and meeting his eyes. “As for the payment, I can dock it if it would make you more comfortable.”

“You wouldn’t dare, little lady.”

“How many times have I told you to stop calling me that?” You roll your eyes and shake your head before continuing - though you are now much more short with him. “Money is no object or obstacle to me. I can afford to hire the best, and so I do.”

He smirks. “The best?”

You immediately realise your mistake of stroking his ego, and you groan. “Do not flatter yourself, Bane. Your services are simply a means to an end.”

He ignores you, now helping himself to a drink from your personal mini-bar. “So who’s next?”

“What?”

He removes the toothpick from his mouth and flicks it to the floor. You flash him a glare but he smirks, maintaining eye contact with you as he leans against the bar, and then knocks back his drink. He then grabs the bottle and moves to pour another.

“Careful,” you warn him. “That bottle is worth much more than what you have earned in the past month.”

He nods. “Yes, I’m sure it is - you have very expensive tastes.”

He then pours himself an even larger measure. The bastard.

“You must have another problem for me to solve,” he states. "Once you've paid me for the last one, of course."

You sigh.

“Hey, I’m not judging you lady. This was number three, over the course of what – six months? You most definitely have another.”

“Not for you.”

“I haven’t let you down yet, have I?” He finishes his drink, then places the glass down with a gentle thud. “But I also ain’t begging for your business.”

You sneer at him. “Good. I am sick of your attitude. I shouldn’t have hired you again after the kark you pulled at our last meeting.”

He groans. “If I didn’t step in you’d be long dead…”

“Bane, you killed four of them!” you snap, a harsh bite to your words, and you stand. “Four bodies at my door. Four. The whole point of my hiring you was for secrecy, subtlety. Everything is much too fragile for anything less.”

“I know what I’m doing,” he replies apathetically. “It was necessary.”

“Please. Don’t act like it wasn’t some absurd, self-indulgent show of heroism. You have always been trying to prove something to me,” you taunt him.

He scoffs, shaking his head. He is closer to you now, so close that the edge of his large hat is almost shading you.

“Low-life outlaw,” you add with a callous mutter.

“You ain’t worth the trouble,” he grumbles, ignoring your insult. “I only stepped in because you had yet to pay me.”

“Is that why you are here now? To be paid? Is that all?” you ask, twisting your empty glass in your fingers. He squints his eyes at you, then looks down to your hands.

“Thirsty, little lady?” he asks with a patronising hum. “Why not fix yourself something?”

“Do not tease me. You know I don’t make my own drinks.”

“Obviously,” he says, walking forward so that he is manoeuvring you backwards. He swiftly steers you until your back is against the wall on the other side of the room. “You’re much too grand for that, aren’t you?”

You swallow down the lump in your throat at how easily he has cornered you, and a slight apprehension takes a hold of you now. You are alone with a very dangerous man, and nobody knows where you are. But what fear you expect to feel does not settle. In fact, you notice a completely different feeling altogether… He brushes his fingers against yours as he takes the wine glass from your hand. His touch causes a surprising shock of heat to shoot through your core, and you register that the threat of him being here…well, it is somewhat appealing to you. And if you are honest with yourself, so is his arrogance and unwavering confidence - though such qualities often vex and enrage you, they have slowly made you warm to him in a way that you were never intending to act upon. Not until now, it seems. You find yourself appreciating the sight of him, and then swiftly hoping that he is as attracted to you, as you are to him in this moment.

You look up at him curiously, attempting to keep your sudden desires from burning behind your gaze. You are now astutely aware of the fact that only a thin, satin robe stands between him and your naked body. The robe ends just above your knees, your legs painfully bare, and you suddenly feel a gorgeous, enflaming vulnerability. Just the two of you. No interruptions, no expectations.

Your self-preservation bleeds away, and you swiftly want nothing more than to piss him off and further rile him up, to see how far you can push him. To see if he’d really go as far as touching you harder, caressing your skin possessively with his long, steady fingers. To see if he wants you, like you want him. The idea is suddenly all engulfing, and you now crave nothing more than to know how it feels to be fucked by such a threatening, perilous man.

As if sensing your bravado he tsks, and purposefully lets the flute slip from his fingers. It drops to the floor, the glass shattering with a sharp clink against the cool, marble flooring. The sound briefly pulls you from your shameless longing. You contain a gentle gasp, and flicker your eyes to the floor, scrutinising the mess he has made.

“Hmm. That was worth more than the life of the first man I paid you to take.”

“Is that so?” he asks nonchalantly, his leg now grazing the bare skin of your thigh. “Pity.”

A lust-drenched whimper slips from your lips as you meet his large eyes, and you see his expression slightly change with surprise. Pleasant surprise, judging by the way he now further looms into you.

“What’s this?” he asks softly, his tone somewhat mocking and cold.

This is now much more intense. You are intimately close as he boxes you in, one of his arms now resting on the wall behind you, above your head. He looks down at you with a sly half-smirk, and something about his bewildered yet expectant expression makes your heart pound loudly in your ears. Your breath hitches and you feel a lightness surge in your middle. He leans even closer, and you feel that hot, delicious stirring in your loins – and oh Stars, you do want him. You find that your desire is almost close to dizzying, so much so that you have to remove your eyes from his, moving your gaze down and away from his vivid red stare to gain some composure.

“You got something to say, little lady?”

You groan at the use of that condescending pet name, but your mind is so wracked with arousal and filthy thoughts of what you want him to do to you, that your lips are unable to form words. You can only mewl an encouraging moan as he pushes his leg further into yours.

Up until this moment, he has been consistently slow: a lazy and over-confident air to him, as if he could take or leave anything you would offer. But now, he suddenly moves – he reaches behind you, using his swift reflexes to quickly and harshly take a handful of your flesh, to grasp your ass tightly with his long, blue fingers.

You release a hiss, your eyes flickering up, returning to his.

“Pretty thing,” he mutters. His other hand finds its way to your chin, and he caresses your jawline with a featherlight touch. “I got you right where I want you,” he drawls huskily.

You find that you naturally arch into him. “You really think I’m pretty?” you ask innocently, flashing him a brazen smile.

“Can be. When you close that pompous mouth of yours,” he says, both of his large hands now unabashedly feeling you up. The hand at your face slips down to your throat, then lower to caress the curve of your breasts. The one at your ass moves up, so now both of his hands grip your waist and then squeeze at your hips. His grasp bunches up the fabric of your robe, exposing your upper legs.

“It’s a shame you can’t shut me up then,” you quip back, hoping he’ll take it as a challenge.

“Careful what you wish for,” he purrs in reply, sliding his hands back down and beneath your robe, feeling at your behind again, though this time, your ass is bare. His palms are warm, and his skin is rough in comparison to yours. His fingers remain strong, and as he kneads at your flesh it is as though he is determined to squeeze more of those desperate little whines from your lips. You allow him a few of your whimpers, but do not permit him the satisfaction of making you moan. Not yet.

He’s going to have to try harder for that.

“Can’t say I was expecting this,” he confesses. “Are you really willing, lady?”

“Yes, I am willing. I want this,” you consent, leaning further into his touch. “You aren’t all bad. I suppose you have been good to me,” you admit quietly. “In a way.”

“I know,” he agrees, promptly pulling you forward and twisting you around, pressing your face into the wall. He growls into your ear as he pulls up the material of your robe. “And you have been nothing but an ungrateful, mouthy bitch, haven’t you?”

You hum a moan at the severity of his words, but do not yet fully submit to him, instead trying to encourage him to discipline you further.

“Whether what I say is ungrateful or not,” you reply stubbornly, “I mean every word I speak.” He only grumbles in response.

And then he slaps your ass hard.

The ensuing clap of your flesh being hit with his large, open palm makes you whimper, the sting of the impact unfurling a hot, urgent spike of desire. You groan in surprise at his sudden harshness, but also at how such treatment stokes your lust so deliciously. Your lips tug into a reluctant smile as he rises to your bait, and he hums in delight at your reaction.

“You like being treated like the dirty slut you really are, don’t you girl?” He purrs it, gracing your flesh with another harsh smack. When you do not reply, he strikes you again, the growing warmth and biting pain on your skin causing you to cry out.

“Answer me,” he demands.

“Yes,” you admit, and he slaps you once more, much harder this time. Your eyes begin to water as his hands then squeeze at your hot skin again, and you inhale sharply at the sweet ache of it.

“No one else dares to speak to you like this, do they? Treat you like this?” He presses the weight of himself against you then, letting you feel the hardness of his erect cock from beneath his trousers. He grinds it into you. “And you love it.”

The truth of his words makes your face and neck burn almost as much as the globe of your ass now does, but you do not disagree with him. He continues his intoxicating, incessant mockery.

“Oh, you crave somethin’ bad, don’t you,” he drawls, bringing his lips to your ear and nipping at your lobe with his sharp teeth. He rutts his hips forward harshly with his next words.

“You want someone dangerous to come and rough up this perfect little life of yours.”

He pauses, sliding his hands up to your shoulders, dipping his fingers forward and pulling the robe away from you, exposing your back to him.

“Rough up this sweet, soft body of yours.”

And then he leans forward and bites at your shoulder blade, letting the material in his hands drop to the floor. You groan at the electric sting of his teeth, at how you are now fully exposed to him, at how he uses one hand to hold you still at your waist.

And how the other now slips between your thighs.

“Not so fancy now, are you?” he scolds you, noticing the extent of your wetness as he teases his fingertip at your drenched slit. “Not now, when you are acting like some desperate common whore.”

He dips further into your heat, his long fingers now rubbing languidly at your swollen clitoris. You shift and spread your legs wider, his cruel teasing so arousing that it is already almost too much for you to bear. You place your hands against the wall so you can push on them and arch your back further into him.

But then he removes his hands from you entirely. You whimper at the loss as he now places his long fingers over the top of yours, stroking them.

“Such pretty, small fingers,” he remarks, sizing up the immense difference between his hands and yours. He grabs your wrists and holds them harshly in one of his big hands, and whirls you back around. He then bores his eyes into yours with a severe demand.

“Touch yourself with them.”

He roughly pushes your hands to your cunt, and then steps back, running his eyes over you - savouring the sight of you naked and disheveled for him. You blush furiously, though being so exposed to him in this way is as intensely arousing as it is humiliating.

“Don’t be shy now,” he teases.

You shake your hair out of your face and take a deep breath. Then you close your eyes and lean back against the wall, moving your hands further between your legs, your fingers easily slipping into your own slickness.

“Look at me,” he commands. You do as he says, and you open your eyes. “Look at the low-life outlaw you’re so desperate for as you fuck yourself with those sweet, little fingers.”

You release a deep, shuddering breath as he uses your own words against you, and they flame the fire of your arousal so severely that your legs almost shake. He notices immediately and scoffs in pity.

“Or maybe a lady of your standin’ would be more comfortable on the chair?” He reaches forward and pulls you back to the centre of the room, then pushes you down onto the couch. There is no wall to lean into now, and nothing to hide behind. You bite your lip, your eyes wide and pupils blown with lust as you look upon him in slight disbelief, the sunlight you previously indulged in alone now illuminating every part of you so clearly for him to drink in.

“You look better down there anyway,” he says, and wanders back over to your bar, leaning against it with a cruel grin. “Now spread your legs and get to work.”

You do as he says, slowly opening your thighs wide and exposing the dripping core of yourself to him. He stares, watching as you slowly tease yourself. The pleasure of his weighty gaze and your own touch soon causes your eyes to flutter shut.

“No, keep ‘em open,” he demands. “Keep your eyes on me. And let me hear you.”

You do as he says, touching yourself with more and more pressure as you watch him drink away at your liquor, as you watch him lounge against the small bar, his eyes fixed on your heat. You give in to the moans that emerge from your throat, hearty and raw, as you play with yourself more and more fervently in front of him. You soon find your line of sight dropping to his crotch, where you now see the shadow of his cock straining against his clothing. Your mouth begins to water.

“So impatient,” he mutters, and slowly begins to walk over to you. When he reaches you, you go to move, to lean up to him and feel him - but he stops you, pushing you back down into the couch.

“I didn’t say you could stop. Keep goin’.”

You do. You move your fingers in divine, quick circles over your clitoris, your eyes fixed on his, looking up at him pathetically. He groans at the image of you like this, desperately spread open for him, doing as he pleases. You see him palm his cock with one of his big, blue hands. You soon feel that blissful tight heat coiling beneath your belly button, and you can sense that your orgasm is already so close. He must notice too - he must see the way that your lips part further, how your eyes glaze over in pleasure, because he takes back control immediately.

“Don’t stop touchin’ yourself,” he says. “But don’t you dare come before I do.”

Cruel, bastard man, you think, throwing back your head and groaning in both delight and dismay at his instructions.

“Look at you, so rich and noble, dirtying yourself with the likes of me,” he mutters. “You filthy little slut.”

His words almost topple you over the edge, but you resist by pulling away from your clitoris and instead plunging your fingers into your soaked entrance, gritting your teeth as you fight your climax and begin to penetrate yourself.

“That’s a good girl,” he praises you. “I see you behaving."

You watch as he now undoes his trousers, pulling free his thick, blue cock. He strokes himself, moving closer. “You think you deserve this now, little lady?”

You groan as he brings his cock to your face. You move your hands quicker, drumming your fingers in and out as fast as you can, suddenly so hot.

“Open,” he instructs, and you do. You part your lips as he brings the tip of his girthy, blue shaft to your mouth. You lap at him immediately, licking at his hardness, obedient and desperate to please him. He groans and snakes his hands into your hair, tugging you forward.

“Knees,” he murmurs and you obey, slipping off of the couch and on to the cold ground. You keep touching yourself as you work him with your mouth, the taste of him intoxicating, his thickness already beginning to choke you as you try and take him fully down your throat, greedy and ravenous for more of him.

He growls seductively at your enthusiasm, clearly impressed by your efforts. “Stop touching yourself now,” he says. “Focus all you got on me.”

You do. The next stretch of time is spent with you sucking and lapping at him devoutly, your hands working his base as you gag around him. You make a complete mess of yourself, your eyes streaming, your lips dripping with your own saliva. He encourages you on with deep, husky groans that are only broken by his addictive praise, and his degrading, delicious commentary.

“You ain’t no better than me,” he says, holding himself deep into your throat. “And you ain’t ever gonna act so stuck up again once I’m done with you.”

You moan, feeling yourself becoming even more soaked, your cunt clenching on to nothing. You pull back and gasp for air. “Please,” you beg him, “please touch me.”

A cruel, lust-drunken chuckle. “But you’re looking so pretty on your knees like this,” he taunts you.

A high-pitched moan falls from your lips in response. “Please, Bane…”

The sound of his name being used by you in this way almost persuades him. He has never heard you refer to him with anything other than resentment or apathy, and the desperation of your tone, the yearning that coats your words…it’s a rush.

He grabs you by your upper arm and heaves you to your feet. You lean on him, hands on his chest, and he snakes an arm around your waist to bring you closer to him. You inhale deeply as he pulls you in, and he smells like your expensive liquor - and when he provides you with the small mercy of finally pressing his lips into yours, you can taste it on him. You whine into his mouth as he deepens the kiss by sliding his tongue past your teeth, the fingers of his free hand holding your face. You groan as you relax further into his tall, slender frame, the passion of the moment taking you both by surprise. You put your weight into him, attacking his mouth with your own, unable to get enough of the taste of his tongue now that you have it.

He soon returns you to the couch, pushing you up so you can lean back against it. His hands dance across your breasts, squeezing at them, his touch suddenly so soft and tender. He trails his hands down your chest, your stomach and then he reaches your blazing sex, that now aches so intensely for him.

He spreads your legs with one hand, the other he uses to support himself, leaning against the backrest behind you, so that you can look up at him as he finally dips those long fingers inside of you. As he begins to fuck you with them, he is able to reach far deeper than you were, deeper than any of your other past lovers have been able to. He brushes upon that sensitive part of you deep inside, that part that makes you writhe beneath him, and it is such a glorious, scorching bliss to have him stretch you in this way that you throw back your head with a shameless cry. You gaze up at him, looking on as he watches your cunt, groaning as he sees how deep you can take him. You note that he is still fully clothed, still wearing that ridiculous long coat, his large hat looming over you. You also realise that he is still armed, his two blasters holstered on his hips.

“What do you think you’re looking at?” he asks as he catches your gaze wandering to his weapons. You smirk, softly grunting at the sweet intrusion of his fingers, slowly meeting those red eyes again.

“Just…my favourite…lowlife out-law,” you manage to say between your panting and soft cries.

He chuckles at that.

“Flattery don’t suit you girl,” he teases with a grunt. “Though I have changed my mind,” he adds with a sultry smile.

“W-What?” you ask, his pace increasing slightly.

“I want you to come on my fingers, little lady.”

You whine as you now feel his thumb rubbing at your clitoris.

Oh, Stars.

“Can you do that for me?”

You nod, as you can already feel it building, the drawl of his deep voice further encouraging your climax to bloom. You roll your hips down on to him, and you hear him emit a deep grunt as you shamelessly grind further into his touch. He keeps working you, unforgiving in his determination to make you a shameless mess for him. Your slickness is so loud and wet, the smell of your own sex mixed with the sweetness of his hot breath so rich, and combined with the sheer reckless and untoward nature of this entire situation, it all comes to a sharp peak - and then you feel your orgasm blossom to life and rip through your core, the hot relief of it washing across your nerves and blowing your senses into chaos.

“That’s my girl,” he mutters as your walls clamp around him. He says it so softly that you almost do not hear it. And then he groans as he watches you lose yourself, all because of his words, and his touch. You blink up at him, noticing the self-satisfied arrogant smirk on his face.

You want to snap at him, say something to rattle him - but you can hardly think straight. Your skin now shines with a light layer of sweat, your chest heaving as you try to regain your breath and recover from the intensity of your climax.

“Mmmm,” you hum, trailing your fingers up his breathing tubes and gently tugging him forward, determined to wipe that smug look from his face in whatever way you can. So you catch him in a kiss, and as you feel him shift above you, you harshly bite down on his lower lip. He curses, as he clearly was not expecting it.

“You feral little tooka,” he grumbles, pulling back from you. “Seems like I still gotta fuck some manners into you yet.”

“You can try,” you retort as he picks you up and then bends you over the couch. You spread yourself wide, arching your back to him, angling your cunt into the most efficient means of getting fucked by him. You hear him spit on his hand, and he slicks his cock with it before aligning himself at your entrance.

When he finally pushes inside of you, you cry out in relief. He moans in the most unmeasured way yet, and it pleases you to hear him come undone like this, so vocal in his gratification. His rhythm is incessant and decadent from the start, and he is so rough with you, his grasp onto the varying curves and planes of your body is entirely divine. His devotion to fucking the insolence out of you is both impressive and sublime, as he fucks you as though he has never wanted anything more than to make you his, holding you down with unyielding strictness. He relishes in the desperate noises that you make for him, and you cannot help but release more and more of them - because he feels so good, there is no way that you could ever contain your cries of pleasure. Not when he drums himself into you like this, again and again.

“Bane,” you groan as he laces his fingers into your hair and then pulls. He smacks your ass with his other hand, and you yelp as he begins to pound himself into you harder, the sound of him slapping into your wet cunt so heady and opulent. You cry out his name once again, noticing how it makes him curse and falter in his otherwise merciless pace.

You lose yourself in him completely and the time melts away as he uses your body for his own pleasure. Eventually you hear a deep groan, and then feel him stutter in his thrusts as the richness of your heat overcomes him. You whimper his name as he loses all control, and when he comes deep inside of you, you groan your own string of self-satisfied whimpers.

His hold on you slackens as he relaxes under the bliss of his own climax, and you collapse beneath him, thoroughly spent. He groans and drops down beside you, laying back onto the couch. He lazily drapes an arm across your shoulders, pulling you onto his chest.

The two of you are wordless as you both get your breath back and regain your composure. He silently pulls himself up and walks away, but you don’t watch him go. You close your eyes and relish in the sun on your skin, your body buzzing from the relief of your surprising relations with Cad Bane.

You then feel a soft coolness drape your skin, and you open your eyes to see that he has returned your satin robe to you. You pull it on, and then look up at him, seeing that he has taken himself back to your bar, because he has returned to you with a flute glass of wine in his hand. He offers it to you, and you smirk up at him, plucking the stem from his fingers and accepting the drink with a sip.

“So,” he says, breaking the silence, then sitting next to you and adjusting his hat. “What’s the name of the next target?”

You roll your eyes. Back to business, then. “Oh, this one will not be as easy.”

“Try me.”

“He’s a Jedi.”

“My specialty,” he replies smugly. “Though I’ll definitely need payment for the last job first, and an advance on this one.”

“You’re still pushing your luck.”

“Well, you said it yourself - you can afford to hire the best.”

You’re going to regret that slip up for the rest of your days. He rests a hand on your thigh, lazily trailing his fingers across your skin.

“Me and my expensive tastes,” you grunt in reply, sipping at your wine. And silently, you think, he’s worth it all, down to the last credit. But when you catch him flashing you a wicked, arrogant grin, you swear that you will never, ever tell him such a thing.

You wouldn’t dare.

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{my masterlist} / {my ao3}

tagging some of y’all i think may like this: @seriowan @the-chains-are-the-easy-part @kimageddon @maulslittlemeowmeow @eyecandyeoz @elledjarin @gggoldfinch @c-ones-adults-only-club @sp00kworm @nxctuaryninetythree

#cad bane #cad bane fic #cad bane x reader #cad bane x you #cad bane fanfic #cad bane smut #my fic #my writing #eloquentmoon #star wars smut #hey space cowboy what that mouth do

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infraaa · 2 years

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Hi!

This is the person that requested the licorice smut headcannons, i forgot to put the gender of the reader, sorry bout that, could you female? so sorry about that, thank you!

『not a problem my dear! Sorry this took so long this one stumped me a little. 😅 also coming from someone that personally doesn’t like lico, I had some fun w this one.』

general smut headcanons »» fem!reader (mostly gn but can be read as Fem tho sorry!)

tw// nsfw themes, dom/sub mechanic, spanking, dacryphilia, pegging (because later), queening, lico slander (jokingly)

NFSW UNDER THE CUT

Licorice just thinks he’s macho over here he thinks he’s big and bad.

He really isn’t. Poor boy doesn’t know what he’s doing half the time. He isn’t even remotely close to affectionate either, except if it’s his cat.

He loves to see you cry but gets easily thrown off.

What this means is that you’re crying and if you call him a name, it will go something like this:

“Aww, look at your stupid tears! Hehehe! I love them!” “I know you do you fuckin pussy” “Hey I am not! You take that back!”

He cannot be a dom worth shit so you dom him.

At first he doesn’t like it and often tries to be a brat and fight back, but after a little while something clicks in him. He’s getting recognition for this. Sure it’s in a different light than what he would have preferred, but he’s getting praise and recognition from the things that you make him do.

Loves it when you queen him.

Ride his face to your hearts content. He’ll try to hold her still so that he could get to her clit better, but she can always smack his hands away or at least tie them up.

We love spanking licorice in this household.

If he’s too bratty prop him over your knee like a child and spank the shit out of him, he’s just like “aaaAAaaaAAA what the fu- OW!”

Make him count. And then every time he messes up she has him restart.

He cries at the end just a little. And it makes you (and all of us) smile at him. How doesn’t wanna see his puppy dog tears!?

Oohohoho when you get the strap on out he’s terrified!

He’s like “wait I’m supposed to put that in you!”

And then the pegging starts. Just imagine with us.

She’s pegging him quite rough, the bed shaking from her ministrations as underneath her sat a weak and miserable licorice cookie, just bawling and crying and moaning out of his mind, about to break. And then she goes to stroke his cock well, oh! He’s getting louder!

He’s far from quiet. He’s loud as hell when you peg him only because he’s trying to one up you somehow.

Cannot stand it when you wear white lingerie to bed. Especially if it’s lacy. He wants to tear it off but you wave a finger at him like no no no and he goes “🥹 I hate you.”

He tries to get you the day after. He learns from you and wants to try new things, but overall we all know who’s in control. You are queen. Smack that bitch! Heheh!

Red Velvet makes fun of him every time he sees that you’ve left your lipstick stains and purple marks on his skin.

“You’re such a fucking pussy, man.” “NOT YOU TOO YOU TAKE THAT BA-“ “aw man is the baby gonna cry? damn.” “Oh my GO-“

She gets advice from red velvet on how to tear licorice down quicker. How to make him mad and oohhh my god isn’t rv so smart?

Act like a brat on purpose so that you can make him think he has the upper hand and when he feels his confidence streak going snatch it from him ever so quickly. He’ll just suffer in confusion.

#infrawrites #infradelivers #infra@212!#cookie run kingdom #cookie run #licorice cookie #licorice crk #licorice x reader #x reader #cookies of darkness #tw smut #smut headcanons #x reader smut

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sclvged · 17 days

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GLORY OF GORE AND THE GRACIOUS - NORMAL, NORMAL.

What part of not wanting to talk did he not get? Was he stupid? She gritted her teeth. "I need you to shut up right now before I say something that I don't mean." She didn't want to fight but she didn't know how to deal with her sadness. Being vulnerable was still foreign and Allie felt as though she was being put on the spot, the center of attention. She knew that she was being kind of a bitch about it but what did he know? You don't know shit about what it's like to lose people you care about because some pussy-ass hunter didn't have the balls to finish the job right the first time! his words from earlier on in the night rang in her head. The car felt claustrophobic. She did know what it was like to lose someone. She did. Being yelled at by him... it stirred her weakness. Her pain. Her guilt. Ryan. Ryan. Ryan. The name was like kryptonite, memories akin to dynamite. It felt like a pounding of a hammer in her chest. Not here, please! her inner voice begged, pleaded— but the panic began. His face was there. Thousands of miles away and he still haunted her. "Pull over! Now!" She rasped as her breathing quickened. The world was ending. Or, at least, it felt like it was.

Linoleum tile proved to be the final claim. Looking up at humanity through swollen eyes while a facetious lover tossed items around the room in blatant fury brought forward a long awaited epiphany. The one that held her would surely kill her if things continued. Long gasps of pained breathing left her as broken ribs flared below reddened skin. Last time the fucking cops did a whole lick of nothing. Small towns - everyone knows everyone. Maybe that had been his whole plan in the first place - carefully constructed violence. Move them after college, after things got bad.

Below a mask of flirtation and teasing sarcasm lays a girl that was left to the dogs. Upon finding Bobby, Allie fell into hunting with ease - and why? Familiarity. Tension, Incident, Reconciliation, Calm. All stages found in abusive relationships. Hunting acted as an outlet for pent up aggression and not only that but also an excuse - now all things were monsters. Gradually it became easier and easier to 'dispatch' evil. After all, she learned early that humans could be monsters too.

Allie acts as an enigma of sorts, tough to identify how she'll react in various situations. PTSD symptoms act as a deep well of self-hatred within her. Being thrown around, hit, and in constant distress of some sort keeps her in the cycle and unfortunately, a part of her enjoys it - mainly due to the sense of accomplishment after a hunt is successful. I've decided to add tidbits in regards to her actions, ideas, and pain involving the past and the cycle (of which she begins to question after her resurrection.)

Deep hatred for John Winchester, consistently compares him to her own father which Allie throned very quickly.

Does not approve of male on male violence. i.e will get between Sam and Dean without thought and will physically shove them apart. male on female violence comes with even higher rage, as she eventually killed Ryan in self-defense and approves of that method.

Exceptional towards dealing with victims in their line of work. During the first few seasons this is where her true self shines through. She is incredibly empathetic to those in need.

Honesty and emotional regulation - Allie is not proficient at emotional regulation. Mental illness comes in strong when she is not around those that she loves. She struggles deeply with anxiety and depression (which hunting exemplifies) but will not leave hunting.

Although heavily flirtatious, she does not enjoy being touched. It takes Allie a lot to favor physical contact without the idea that she is being used for her looks. Sam, Dean, and Bobby are pretty much the only people that she will be physically affectionate with.

Due to this, unlike the boys she cannot have one-night stands. The only time one night stands occur are when used for self punishment/mental illness related promiscuity.

Irrational sense of safety and self-sacrifice - Perhaps most importantly, due to her low value of herself, Allie will thrust herself into battle impulsively and often risks her own life to protect those around her. This led to her eventual death in Season 7 after distracting a Leviathan on purpose when it moved to eat Dean. She was aware about offering her own life up instead and accepted that fate without a second thought. Consequently, she died in his arms in the backseat of Baby after being thrown over a banister by the Leviathan and suffering brain damage.

#tw: abuse #I know I'll add to this in time but it's already long #h: allie smith > ᵂᵉˡˡ ᴵ'ᵐ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵒᵒⁿ ᴵ'ᵐ ⁿᵒᵗ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵃ ˢᵗᵃʳ

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ideks-on-mars · 1 year

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This is purely me indulging in myself cuz I can't control it.

ANYWAYS RANDOM SEMI EITA HCS LET'S GO!!!

- I singlehandedly put this man through hell in my brain

- It's out of my love for him, I swear

- Mommy issues central 🥴

- His daddy issues are lowkey there too 🧍

- No seriously, he needs therapy.

- ADHD and Mania? Absolutely.

- Only takes his meds before matches and when he studies.

- If he even DOES study 😭

- He's not the brightest academically and he's accepted it 💀

- He's a little messed up in the head ngl

- He lacks empathy and he hates it

- Cannot smile on command for the life of him 😭

- The best youll get when asking him to smile is a 😬

- Has the CUTEST boyish, genuine, lopsided grin ever tho when someone/something makes him smile

- He's a little insecure tho cuz he's got a minor crossover with his two front teeth

- It's not even that noticeable fr but ofc he notices it 😭

- OK BUT SEMI WITH LIP PIERCINGS??

- THESE#*#?@*^$&@ ^^

- 😩‼️

- Heart attack fuel fr

- Has a bunch of piercings on his ears too

- He's slightly autistic, you can sorta see it if you pay really close attention to his actions

- He gets overwhelmed with emotions a lot and has a habit of punching walls

- THE MOST FUCKED UP FAMILY

- His mom was a prostitute and his dad was an army man who was visiting home without his wife and kids

- Then Eita's older brother came and then whoops lol they have connections, why not hook up more often and have MORE KIDS

- Eita's the baby of the "family" when it comes to his fully biological siblings

- Has younger and older half siblings from his mom and dads other flings/marriages

- His mom finally settled with a nice man who has two kids, a daughter year older than Eita and a son two years younger

- He's actually pretty close with his step brother and step dad lol his step sisters kind of a bitch and her and her friends are loud (but he's not home much anyway due to the dorms so it doesn't matter)

- Meanwhile his dad's first wife forgave him for some unknown reason so he's back with her he guesses, he doesn't talk to his dad really at all

- Him and his mom have the damn worst relationship

- He can't stand her 💀 she fucked him up from the time he was born to the time he left for STZW

- In Middle school/Junior high, he pretty much wore the same hoodie everyday of his life

- It was orange so teachers always asked him to take it off until he started wearing it under his uniform jacket and at that point they would just sigh and leave him be 😭

- Has also had the same backpack since middle school 💀 still has graded papers in there from 5 years ago that he hid from his mom

- Heterochromia in his eyes and hair!

- His hair is pretty obvious yk but his eyes not as much

- His eyes are already a gray-brown color but his left one is just a tinge more grey than the other

- Love languages‼️‼️

- Not the MOST affectionate person in the world but he happily gives it out to people he wants to

- Gives out mostly physical touch and words of affirmation (if he doesn't get too flustered while saying them) and prefers to receive them both back

- HAS SCARS he was a wild child fs

- Knees have scars from constantly being scraped, one from when he got cut by a sea shell at the beach on his lower right stomach, and one on his jaw that goes onto his face from him just being a dumbass

- And those are just the more noticeable ones

- His favorite person in the whole world is his little sister (well,, one of his little sisters)

- She's 6 years old and also the light of his life

- If you get him Pockeys for his birthday he will actually stab you

- Will loudly mock the noises Reon makes when he sits down just to rile him up a bit

- Was that one fucking kid that banged their hands and pencils against the table to make beats

- Has lots of posters of rappers and rock bands all over the dorm walls (Reon, aka roomie, like the angel he is doesn't mind one bit)

- No clue why this wasn't mentioned earlier but this dude is literally the most bisexual man I've ever laid eyes on

- BITES/CHEWS ON EVERYTHING

- Bites towels when he's drying off, bites and totally fucks up all the edges of the head holes in his shirts, bites his hoodie strings, bites his blanket when he's laying down, bites the ends of pencils

- I could go on.

- It's concerning

- If he's not going through a manic episode, he falls asleep EVERYWHERE

- They went to a restaurant as a team while the third years were just first years and a second year looked over to speak to him and he was face down on the table drooling with the other first years awkwardly trying to wake him up 😭

- Everyone is terrified of waking him up at first cuz he gets all cranky

- Now they dgaf 💀 they realize he's gonna be cranky either way cuz he's Semi Eita

- Reon's the only one who's gentle with waking him up

- Tendō and Yamagata, and sometimes Taichi, are definitely the most ruthless 😭 they stick ice cubes down his shirt and shit

- Goshiki tries to wake him up gently but then he ends up panicking and wakes him up with his panic 💀

- The older he gets, the less of an over aggressive rabid asshole he is and more of a flirt

- Doesn't flirt with just anyone tho, probs mostly his friends just cuz it's funny LMFAO 😭

- Said something dirty to Shirabu once and got smacked upside his head

- Distaste for Ushijima

- He just doesn't like how he's so hard to read and it pisses him off

- Has fist fought with Taichi once over something and ngl he kicked Taichi's ass

- Pretty good spice tolerance 👀 not as good as Yamagata but he's the best on the team

- Likes spicy, salty, and sour stuff

- Cinnamon and lemon are definitely his favorite flavors

- BIG APPETITE

- Which is your average teenage boy but then again, he's an athlete so

- Can yall tell that I'm hungry??

- Thighs sculpted by the gods

- I SAID WHAT I SAID

- He randomly goes up to his teammates and starts to act like he's boxing them

- Just gets in stance and starts swinging and makes sound effects with his mouth

- Never really hits them (unless it's Tendō or Yamagata, he might give them a little punch) and if he does he slows it down so it doesn't hurt

- One day Yamagata squared up in response and they just had a fake boxing match

- Calls Reon his volleyball wife 😭

- Literally has him in his phone as 'Wifeyyyy🤤🥴🥶‼️'

- INNOCENT EXCITEMENT HAPPENS A LOT WITH HIM‼️

- He didn't have the best childhood so small things excite him a lot and make him feel special

- He names his guitars but no one knows that except himself 🧍

- It wouldn't be Semi hcs if I didn't talk about music

- Metallica, Nirvana, Iron Maiden, Slipknot, Korn, Megadeth, Black Sabbath, Testament

- Metal, rock, grunge

- ✨️90s alternative✨️

- Don't even get him started, he'll go on for days

- IT'S BEEN A MINUTE SINCE I'VE WROTE DOWN SOME HCS, HOPE I HAVEN'T LOST MY TOUCH 💀

- ANYWAYS HAPPY NEW YEARS 🔥

#haikyuu!!#shiratorizawa #stzw #semi eita #shirabu kenjirou #shirabu kenjirō #ōhira reon #oohira reon #tendou satori #tendō satori #yamagata hayato #ushijima wakatoshi #kawanishi taichi #goshiki tsutomu

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elliot-needs-sleep · 7 months

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The Quote Page

(That I joked about making and then I went through 90% of my first for things I found funny)

- This man is a bastard but like.... Affectionately

- Anyone is corrected immediately by her sickle

- it's one easy swing and his head is no longer attached to his shoulders!

- By messing with you, I mean she hunts you down in the forest surrounding the castle, like a cat would hunt a bird

- It's a very interesting dynamic between you two because she's very classy and you're just a demonically blessed gremlin who's shorter than her

- Bela views you like one would view a prized hunting dog

- He denys ever getting scared by it. You cannot prove anything. He will take this to his deathbed

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- He always says he has an s/o, and no one in his friendgroup believes him until you threaten to beat up Bakugou (you win the fight, obviously)

- Half the class is afraid of you because you're very dangerous, and the other half thinks they can take you (they are wrong)

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- Mostly for simping for an Australian lol

- You better help them with arson /j

- No, but really, they're gonna drag you along to places they're gonna set on fire. You're the get away driver

- His first problem is that he cannot read properly. Or at all, I think. I genuinely do not know if he can read, and I don't have much faith in him.

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- The final straw is when you wink at him and blow him a kiss. Spontaneous combustion. Slams a spike straight into Lev's hand and it rebounds straight into his face.

- And then you jolted away when your front door slammed open, Suga standing in the doorway, breathing heavily.

"I...." He tried to catch his breath. Did he run all the way here? "I brought... I brought soup."

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- "No! It's not our fault you had such a flimsy table!" The owner was now fuming, and had come out from behind the counter.

"Hey, my grandfather built that table!" He yelled, now pointing from Inosuke to the table, which had been broken in half.

"Well, your grandfather made a terrible table!" Inosuke stepped forward, arms now crossed over his bare chest. I still don't understand his refusal of shirts.

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- Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss (about Quackity)

- You're a menace who's constantly trying to break into the goddamn prison and it's making his life slightly more difficult

- Like Wilbur, he too is a man of taste and only sits in chairs for the Aesthetic. Otherwise, he refuses to sit in them.

- He himself, sits on chairs because he's Normal (no he isn't)

- Where he proceeds to hit Techno over the head (gently of course)

- He'll tease you about being so short because he is a bastard

- Sapnap choreographs dances to your music because we support dance! Sapnap in this household

- He literally just adopts you as a friend, you cannot stop him, he will give you puppy dog eyes and you just cannot say no to those

- You still make jokes about being 'A completely normal meat being'

- I would like to say one thing, Gremlin Anon: "I have bones! At least 300 of them!"

- You both have bones! Were you born with them? Who knows, but they certainly belong to you!

- "Life is a musical, Techno! You cannot simply disagree with it!" His voice sounds almost incredulous.

"I can, and I will."

- Another one who bribed Dream! Amazing, and also the last one to bribe Dream cause Dream's a bitch and he sucks

- Oh! A gift! He does not know what to do with it in the slightest!

"Wow, a totally not new person. You've totally been here the entire time."

#elliotsthoughts

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captainderyn · 11 months

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OC Tag Game

Ehehehe thank you for the tag @tiredassmage <3

Favorite OC:

Oh man...oh how can you ask me to choose my favorite? In all honesty it kind of rotates depending on what game I'm fixated on that most that day/week/month lol. The usual havers-of-my-fixation are Five, Ryn, and Raenor & Wulfwryn (they come as a pair, fight me).

(But, just between you and me goers-of-tumblr, Five and Raenor are pretty tied :P)

Newest OC: I'm not going to count my Ryder from ME:A because I haven't introduced her here yet, so I'd say Roslynd. I wanted to create her in theory for awhile but then I got bit by the agent bug thanks to @tiredassmage and finally actually created her!

Oldest OC (length of time you've had them): As far as some form of their existence in the source material, probably Wulfwryn. I created her waaay back in...oh man...2011/12 when my Lord of the Rings hyperfixation was really sparked. Though I was an early middle schooler at that point, so naturally Wulfwryn was a thirtheenth walker insert and also far less developed and nuanced its a good thing I didn't post in the internet

However, in any iteration, probably Emeldir and Wren. They've been two of my longest standing OC concepts that have kind of bounced from universe to universe from old RP forums, to LOTR, to SWTOR. Though they're very, very different now. Emeldir used to be a wolf shape-shifter and Wren used to be far less of a WLW boss ass bitch.

Emeldir is my oldest SWTOR OC though, he was my first character way back in 20...uh...2015/16 when I first picked the game up.

Meanest OC: See, I'm really bad at making mean characters so I'm not sure xD Wren is probably the one who gives the least fucks and is more likely to put you in your place. She is a Dark Counselor after all, she's got to have an edge to her to succeed.

Softest OC: Raenor my bby boy (affectionate, that's a whole ass 500+ year old elven man). He is absolutely my softest OC who gets dragged into The Plot. He just wants to love Wulfwryn and create his music but instead Things Keep Happening.

Most Aloof/Standoffish: *trying to card through all my OCs, I have too many, especially Dragon Age ones I haven't talked about in awhile). I would say Five, only because that's how he is with basically everyone except Roslynd, Era, and his junior agents in the Cipher Division.

Dumbest (affectionate): This one probably goes to Ien, but I haven't talked about Ien in awhile he's fallen off the radar :') my idiot freckled blueberry smuggler. He's dumb as rocks (by choice).

For OCs I talk about regularly(ish) that has to go to Emeldir. He very book smart, but very young and naive at the start of the class story and very much NOT what you expect from a smuggler's personality and so many times Risha has to keep him from getting scammed because "NO they aren't being nice, they will take your money, no they don't actually need your help."

Smartest OC: Five and/or Ryn no contest. Five is smart as a whip, he needs to be and he's very logic-minded.

Horniest OC: *sigh* V. This woman cannot stop being horny for Judy even when we have plot to do. She's singularly minded, that one.

Ryn is also surprisingly horny but neither she nor I understand why she's attracted to turians, if she's actually attracted to turians at all, or if Garrus just Got Her With That Voice And Personality and the rest just kind of happens. So let me correct myself, she's *VERY* horny for Garrus, I just rarely write it because I don't understand physically why.

OC You'd Bang: *bisexual panic* Ha..ahaha...quite a few of them. Let's see, Five I accidentally projected My Type Of Man onto so definitely him. And also Ryn...very much Ryn, I mean *c'mon* yes Shepard hold me in your buff arms.

OC You'd Be Best Friends With IRL: Probably Emeldir ngl, he's so nice and chill and really just a quiet guy and by proxy that means I get a token extrovert friend in Rielay. I would love to be friends with Era but I definitely feel like she'd be way cooler than I am IRL.

Tagging... @storyknitter @queen-scribbles and @greyias if you'd like to join!

#captainderyn memes #me with my many ocs but only a small handful that ever come out of the toybox

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todayisafridaynight · 10 months

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OKOKOK EP TWO AND THREE CLEARED. Keisuke is unbeatable I Am Positive I kept fucking pausing to GIF this and that and I swear I've never had this many GIFs on the hard drive 😭😭I need to hunt him for sport [AFFECTIONATE] Pleeeease drop the Cutest Tsutsumi Characters list... I must know...

DON'T REMIND ME OF TSUTSUMI'S POSSIBLE RETIREMENT I'LL MISS HIM SO BAD 😭😭😭😭😭that aside :] he's a nice man I respect him :] To Say The Least... OH BUT he did some dialect work in Kagerou Touge [only as the transgender chicken he plays not his actual character], Bali Big Brother, Tonbi, First Penguin, and uhhhh Jo's Singular Line LMAO [not all Kansai exactly IIRC but more Kansai-adjacent than Kanto]. Kagerou and First Penguin are my faves though methinks

DEFINITELY CHECKING OUT THE MOVIE WHEN I GET THE CHANCE... very intrigued about how it does things differently and of course the Snap Seal Of Approval means a great deal to me...

Kase is SUCH a bitch in the anime and manga perhaps especially Because he did have potential as a voice of reason but he's just being a hypocrite and abusing his knowledge of the situation; he's able to justify it only because he's Not Forty-Five Which Would Be Creepy But Twenty-One Is Fine Dude Trust Me which... is pretty real NGL guys like that do exist... in the same vein, on one hand I do want him to face some sort of consequence, but on the other hand I guess it's also pretty real for him to be able to get away with it. I Guess.

If nothing else I do really appreciate that episode for the contrasts between how Kase and Kondo act on [basically] the same "date," and how Akira reacts. Like OBVIOUS what the message of the ep is given Akira's thing with the pamphlets but let me cook... 'Cause Kase is conventionally attractive, he's not [as far] out of her age range [although he's still DECIDEDLY out of it], and a lot of girls who don't know any better would be thrilled to be pursued by a "cool mature guy" like him, but Akira cannot stand any of it. But with Kondo, the complete opposite, who is totally unattainable, she feels safe and comfortable.

Even so, she re-enacts Kase's behaviors on her "date" with Kondo, because that's what she knows and kids mimic the adults in their lives whether they know it or not, and it's largely by her own self-restraint that she doesn't go in for that kiss at the end and things don't end as badly as they could... MANY thoughts... head full...

BUT YEAH. NO. YEAH. The last couple eps go SO hard and for WHATTTTT 😭😭😭😭😭Haruka and Akira got me so fucked up... Haruka winning that black cat for her coinciding with Akira starting to back off from Kondo and rekindle things with Haruka instead... the rumor WAS real... uuuuugggggghhhhhhhhhhh

And CHIHIRO MY FRIEND CHIHIRO good god spending the whole fucking show thinking Kondo was just reminded of his wife or some girl-who-got-away by Akira... and then he picks up the book and It's No Help because Chihiro is a gender neutral name... AND THEN TURNS OUT IT'S HIS BOY BEST FRIEND REPRESENTING HIS YOUTH AND HIS PASSIONS AND IT'S ALL IN PARALLEL TO HARUKA AND AKIRA UUUUUGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

OK that is enough for now I promise I will actually send in something RGG-related at <3 Some Point <3 SORRY to anyone having to scroll past these last couple of asks lmao

THATS WHAT IM SAYING literally my number one selling point for this show at this point is Keisuke Is The Cutest Old Man In Media Ever Please Witness Him. on the subject of Cute Men though the Cute Tsutsumi Chara list is relatively small since most of his roles evidently has him p serious or. Heinous. so like. top five's like:

1.) Keisuke (Tsuma, Shogakusei ni Naru) 2.) Saenai (Super Salaryman) 3.) Nobata (Not Quite Dead Yet) 4.) Ikegami (Why Don't You Play in Hell) 5.) Tsugaru (Hero SP)

a very hard list for me to make considering i think he has plenty of cute roles (if not just cute moments) in one way or another but..... thems the ones that had me going (´◡`ʃ♡ƪ) the most..

BUT WHAT DO YOU MEAAAN NOT TO REMIND YOU YOU TOLD ME ABOUT IT FIRST (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`)(;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`) an important thing to remember anyhow.. maybe in the future he can direct movies that feature other cute middle-aged men (❁´◡`❁) greatly doubt any others will ever compete with The Paragon Of Middle-Aged Dudes but they can try...

you had me at Trnsgender Chicken huh. OH BUT YEAH i figured hiroshi was kansai-esque with his mannerisms/speech. bali big brother was one of the movies on my To-Watch list so i know what to look into this week now (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

OH BUT I THOUGHT YOU SAW THE MOVIE i watched it ahead of time because of that ☠️☠️ BUT i look forward to you checkin it out !! again its p different tonally in some parts, esp with the vibe to haruka and tachibana's relationship (tho of course the underlying issue of their rocky friendship still exists, its just not as evident as it was in the anime).

AH BUT YEAH i appreciate kase for what he does as a narrative device and as a character in THAT regard i really like him: serving as a cautionary reality for people like tachibana who could be taken advantage of if around the wrong people while he simultaneously acts as though he knows what's best for her (and again, he has a point in her and kondo's age difference being egregious, but he's not exactly sailing on smooth waters either). with that in mind i appreciate that aspect of him didn't overstay it's welcome (for multiple reasons of course LMAO)

NOOO BUT HARUKA AND TACHIBANA'S RELATIONSHIP MENDING BY THE END THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I WAS THINKING TOO especially when they showed off haruka had her lil cat bro hanging on her bag.. and it was that hot-pink color to balance out the black one tachibana had (very kuromi/melody core if you ask me).... it really was super sweet that kondo and haruka got to mend their past relationships by the end of the anime like AAA it was SOOO good the build up and execution and eveything.. and i LOVE how the anime ends with the implication kondo and tachibana will start to really work on their aspirations- i always like those endings more than the ones where we see them already succeeding (❁´◡`❁)

AND YEYEYE THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT THE BUSINESS WITH CHIHIRO WAS GONNA BE TOO !!!!! IT WAS DEFINITELY INTENTIONAL ME THINKS LIKE ugh... AtR is masterful as all hell for everything it does i truly loved it a lot...

#long post #snap chats #my seal of approval is worth something... and what if i said Teehee LMAOO #BUT i do hope you enjoy it (❁´◡`❁) it might not have tsutsumi in it but yo oizumi certainly does a great job as kondo me thinks #with it being live action and Just A Sprinkle more serious than the anime tachibana isn't as comedically explosive anymore #but she can still be curt. i was a lil upset that yoshizawa and nishida didnt keep their cute relationship #but again i get it.. we only have so much time and we dont wanna bounce around with the focus #again there are some changes that made me like. Hm. BUT nothing i hated #LIKE HOW THEY CUT OUT TSUBU LIKE NOOOOOO MY LIL MAN..... but ill live i suppose....#and again there were changes i DID enjoy- like for one thing i like how tachibana's mom is actually here LMAO #but ill save all that for when you finish the movie 🤭 i hope you enjoy ! and i hope you enjoy the rest of tsuma ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶ #moving on... ye neednt tell me how you respect mr tsutsumi... i am aware no worries friend..#with that in mind it is hard makin my Cute Tsutsumi Charas list...#'snap you put ikegami on the list' i did. because he was cute and silly and just a lil quirky #i was gonna put hiro on the list but then i remember how most of the time i wanted to hit him with a trout #he's still cute to me tho but tsugaru's just a flavor of awkward that i really thinkg is endearing #hiro's cute in that he's a stubborn old man who's still earnest. also he loves his wife and Wife Guys always get points #but alas... his wife isn't around anymore so we don't get to see that much.. have to deduct some of those points...#i also thought toru (pure) was cute but he's more Brooding cute and his cutest moments are with yuka #and i wanted to keep the list limited to Cute Mostly On Their Own #BUT ANYWAY. ENOUGH OF THAT BEFORE I GO ON TOO MUCH.#i couldnt find any of the other kansai-infused media.. i tried looking for tonbi but i wasnt sure which one he was in #and when i checked the cast list of either of them i didnt find him credited.. i COULD just check his imdb but. laziness is an illness yk..#potentially lying on the bali plans too... KA only has the raw footage but i COULD try to 47 Ronin In Debt my way through it...

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genderfluidbowl-of-soup · 11 months

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Word vomit abt sheltermbornes role swap au because I cannot get it out of my head

So just as a concept Meryl the Punisher makes me giggle and kick my feet so have this word vomit abt her.

She’s definitely still the headstrong rule following lady we all know and love, she’s just got a massive cross gun that’s almost taller than her now /j. She’s definitely got All the religious trauma and oh my god she is severely fucked up but in an awesomely kick ass and cry in the arms of your definitely not lover way.

She and Nicholas still argue over everything dw. I couldn’t remove that dynamic if I tried (I love it too much)

She thinks Vash is a bit of an idiot (like Milly) but as she gets to know him they actually become really close and totally gossip about everyone together.

With Milly…. Good lord. There is so much here.

*slaps them* these ladies can fit so much trauma and feeling into them.

One, Meryl just thinks milly is really hot (me 2 tbh) and is like “okay so maybe the lady I was contracted to follow isn’t so bad after all” and just *shakes my hands and vibrates* THEM.

Milly is kind of weirded out at first by Meryl’s um everything but like not in a rude way, she just doesn’t know why this woman keeps following her. But she’s pretty so she’s not complaining.

Oh my god the accidental deification from Meryl is gonna be so funny like “My wife is practically god I’m a religious woman holy fuck”

Milly doesn’t get it. But that’s okay.

Meryl and Tesla are WLW hostility. I don’t really know how else to describe it except for that meme that’s like “stop dating my sister” “yknow what I’m gonna date her even harder” yeah. They probably fought in a Wendy’s parking lot.

Meryl fights everyone in a Wendy’s honestly. Or she would, if she wasnt being dragged around by these idiots (affectionate).

*insert image of Meryl and Wolfwood duking it out for unexplained reason while milly and Vash are buying ice cream from the Wendy’s*

I have no brain they’ve taken over it lol

MILLYMERYL IS SO IMPORTANT TO ME I WANT THEM TO BE FUCKED UP AND LEARN FROM EACH OTHER AND BOND AND CRY AND BE MESSY AND JUST LOVE AAAAAAAAAAA

…anyway back to your regularly scheduled programming.

Milly totally just picks up Meryl and holds her over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Meryl is tiny, pocket sized nun with a big gun.

Milly could pick everyone up honestly she is built like a shit brickhouse. (Buff milly truther)

Vashwood is a thing it’s just background because I love them but it is about the LADIES.

Knives is at space Costco and pissed about it he shows up like once and idk where to go with that.

Maybe he and Meryl fight in the parking lot idk

Why am I making Meryl fight everyone in a parking lot I swear she is not this chaotic

Wolfwood would fight someone in a parking lot in canon and in this canon tho

Tesla goes to space Costco because Zaizie said it would be good for her to “touch grass” and she just stands there awkwardly and leaves after like 10 minutes with stuff she didn’t even come for. Idk I want Tesla to be this bad bitch but then she’s also like “how do I normal life please help”

Milly and Vash bonded over being the biggest sweet tooths known to mankind. I love their friendship sm it’s one of my favorites.

Tesla does have 2000’s music taste and by that I mean she got introduced to it by Rem and that was the biggest mistake Rem made. (Based off that one ask that I love to bits)

Team fuck around and find out is back in business and we love to see it.

Wolfwood totally is on the edge of getting fired and Milly probably is the only thing making sure he keeps his job.

Anyway Milly is still the silliest.

“The horrors are inevitable but we stay silly! ✌️😃” -Milly and Vash (probably)

I love chaotic dumbass energy.

Pushing the chess master milly agenda because it would be awesome.

Wait shit what if Tesla taught her how to play and she always lost to her big sister and swore to one day beat her and right when she thought she had it all down the ship crash happened and oh shit the angst whoops

Rem gets mom of the year award again because I love Rem that’s it that’s the meme.

I really don’t have any other thoughts but they’re just so good omfg amazing food here my guy.

#trigun

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just-patchy · 2 years

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@by-inky is the biggest liar i am filing for divorce

#patchy things #this is /hj btw #u know what this bitch (affectionate) said. to my face #she said. and i quote:#‘I BARELY KNOW HOW TO DRAW FULLBODIES TOO’#i cannot stand her. i cannot stand this slander >:(((((#inky if u read this ily but also i am booking the next flight over to spain(?) to slap u gib u a lil smooch and fly back to hk

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tatney · 3 years

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saw first time viewing livewatch thoughts

* adam is so transgender <3

* oh so the quality of my ill eagle copy isn’t that bad it’s just that the lights were off lol

* his name is lawrence gordon. he’s a DOCTOR

* mr elwes sir please stop mumbling my autistic ears cannot hear your

* MR FAULKNER STANHEIGHT IS A WHOWERE. WHY DID YOU SHOW HIM YOUR TIT

* aha lawrence is t posing :)

* adam. my widdle boy

* lawrence telling him to take his shirt off 👀

* GSMSHSKWYKSBSKSUWLHD JOHN IS SUCH A BITCH

* I KNOW EVERYONE IN THE FANDOM CALLS ADAM PATHETIC BUT GOD

* john mulaney hmm gross!.jpeg

* okay but i WOULD have checked under the toilet lid first. the things you’ll do for an older man 😔

* these two are so bad at playing catch. the kids who didn’t run the mile representation

* if i could see cary elwes’ eyebrows better i’d find him s*xier

* JOHN KRAMER I’LL KILL YOU MYSELF. I HATE THIS MAN I CANNOT STAND THIS MAN

* so the editing really IS like that huh

* yes he IS a murderer you stupid son of a bitch. there is no “technically” about it you fucking idiot

* we’ve got two bitches from lost my beloved :)

* THAT’S THE PRESIDENT FROM THE BLACKLIST TOO

* all of sing’s clothes are too big for him. small man :)

* MANDY MANDY MANDY MANDY MANDY MANDY MANDY MANDY MANDY MANDY MANDY MANDY MANDY MANDY MANDY

* PLEASE GOD I LOVE HER I LOVE HER SO FUCKING MUCH I’LL CRY

* i knew that the editing was like THAT but not that MUCH ya know goddamn

* oh a giallo style shot. lov that <3

* MISS SHAWNEE SMITH DESERVES EVERY AWARD ACTUALLY

* motherfucker on his liddol tricycle

* i would piss on that fucking puppet

* futurama they must learn our peaceful ways by force.jpeg

* that’s just john’s vibe

* i wonder how much of saw inspired the batman arkham games thinking emoji

* how am i only half an hour way through

* tbh i want this kid’s duvet not kidding

* girl you in DANGER

* and i want that big snake :)

* HE’S NOT PLAYING THIS LITTLE PIGGY. NOT IN A MOVIE WHEREIN PEOPLE DON PIG MASKS BC THEIR REPRESENT REBIRTH AND PEOPLE ARE CONTINUOUSLY CUTTING THEIR FEET OFF. MR WHANNEL I WOULD LIKE TO HAVE A CONVERSATION WITH YOU

* “she’s beautiful” he’s taking about the dog BSBNSYSLAYSLSBLSU

* “where’s the. uh lucky wife” and you mean to tell me that adam isn’t a homosexual when he looks at lawrence like that while saying this line

* “i’m always missing from the photos” oh sir i’ve been on saw tumblr just you wait for the dramatic irony to hit just you WAIT

* oh god i though jigsaw wrote a slur in there good GOD

* very billy from black christmas vibes, harold finch from person of interest :)

* excuse me mr tapp but who’s amy and why do you have her starbucks order

* OOOOOOOHHHH FUNKY TRANSITION

* james wan you are such a KING

* “who said anything about a warrant?” sir that’s illegal

* sir that’s breaking and entering

* sir that’s a LOT of paperwork that you won’t be able to complete bc you’ll be dead soon but STILL

* did jigsaw plan on lawrence wearing blue or was that a funny coincidence lol

* john’s wearing his bathrobe

* HIS ASSASSINS CREED BATHROBE HOLY SHIT

* ooh slidey door. wonder if there’ll be more of those later on teehee hoo hoo

* somebody show tapp the “that’s not your depression bed; that’s your nest omega” tiktok and see if that does anything

* “what do you want me to do? i’m on a leash” DOGBOY ADAM DOGBOY ADAM DOGBOY ADAM

* “you wanna put something in this room in your mouth?” “YES!!!!!!” are these lines from fanfiction verbatim

* adam you’re so fuckin stupid why would you spy on a man but keep the flash of your camera on

* OOOOOOOOOOH IT’S THE CINEMATIC PIG CARPARK SCENE

* “whatEVER” “i’m dealing with a juvenile.....” this is what happens when you have a sugar baby lawrence

* INFAMOUS ADAM GENDER SMOKING FAKE DEATH BREAKDANCE SCENE LET’S GOOOOOOOOOO

* little dogboy twink photographers have me in a perpetual chokehold they really do

* i mean he’ll waste a lot of film but. okay i guess this is a horror movie after all gsmshsksynbsmahsp

* BEATS THE SHIT OUT OF YOUR GAY LITTLE PUPPET WITH MY BAT

* oh adam really is serving jonathan byers teas with the baseball bat and the camera as weapons. fuck

* cary elwes posh little accent coming THROUGH

* adam doesn’t make sense as cis man. he just doesn’t look at that man he’s so transgender

* ok but lawrence’s “mistress” is GORGEOUS actually omg

* i’m still gonna say that he’s gay tho. u can’t take that away form me lol

* adam’s wrists are so LIMP holy shit

* lawrence gordon classist moments

* mr elwes please control your accent sir i’m struggling not to laugh

* ok ally’s a girlboss then !

* michael emerson my beloved. when you try to be evil you have all the menace of a disgruntled bunny rabbit

* “lawrence get up! i need you!” now when you fuckers told me these two were gay you didn’t say THIS gay

* at least ally and diana are ok :)

* ok my headcanon is that lawrence is originally from england but was moved to america as a kid bc i need in contextual reasons for all of the accent slips that i can’t take seriously

* ADAM GIRLBOSS MOMENT

* “don’t worry i’ll bring someone back i promise” YOU LYING TRICK ASS MOTHERFUCKER I’LL KILL YOU MYSELF /j /affectionate

* at least john’s got that ARCH

* IT’S THE SCENE IT’S THE SCENE

* god that movie fucked. that movies fucked SO hard good god no wonder gay people love it

* ok i think that ill league gull copy broke my laptop lol

#BRO I’M SWEATING THAT WAS SO GOOD HOLY SHIT YEA #gonna try to fix my laptop now lol <33 #saw #adam faulkner stanheight #lawrence gordon #john kramer #amanda young #zep hindle #david tapp #steven sing #alison gordon #diana gordon #chainshipping #mine #long post #ns/fw #i haven’t gif a clue what half of this says but <3 #*got i haven’t GOT a clue #if you got this far. i am high-fiving you and interlocking our fingers <3

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whaleofatjme1920 · 3 years

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If you're still writing! What about EJ with an s/o who accuses him of cheating on them? I love a anGst

Let's Focus on Communicating

[Eyeless Jack X GN!Reader]

[Warnings: language, angst in general]

[AN: Hope this does your ask some justice, just something short and sweet - it's not sweet though - ]

You love Jack. You love him so much you often forget what it's like to breathe air, because when you're in his presence, the scent of him is enough to fill your lungs a thousand times over. He's so pleasant and makes your days brighter, makes them easier, and makes them bearable.

How could you love someone so much who makes it feel like flowers bloom in the worst possible way when you breathe in their essence? How could you love someone who chokes you, rather than stokes you?

He's distant. Off on missions due to the bidding of a tall, faceless man who doesn't love him and in the arms of some woman who thinks you're nothing but trash. You've seen the way she looks at you - disdain in her eyes and a smile on her lips. She's hollow, empty, and wants what she cannot have.

Jack isn't entirely free from your ire either, as he's the one who gave in. He always smells like her. The scent that fills your nose and lungs is no longer his, but a fusion of theirs, something acrid and saccharine all at the same time. Something that burns cold. Something that tears your heart into pieces.

You love Jack, but he's hurting you. You love Jack, but for how much longer?

It comes to a head when he's just on his way out on another mission, citing Leia and the Operator in one sentence. You can't bear this weight on your heart any longer.

He'd hugged you so loosely before he made his way to leave, and only when he opened the front door did you finally find the fire to confront him.

“You’re cheating on me, aren’t you?”

Jack froze. Did he hear that right? Did he hear you right? His mind spun and so too did his heels as he turned to meet you. “... What?” He asks, voice full of concern and giving way to the fact you’d dare accuse him of something as awful as that.

You cross your arms over your chest, not wanting to meet his gaze but still standing strong and firm. “I know you’re going out with her. I know that you two are-”

Jack rakes his clawed fingers through his hair and groans. “She’s a work partner, nothing more, nothing less,” he explains, his posture slouching slightly as you send death waves at him.

You huff and turn away. “Then how do you explain this?” You reach over on the table and hold up an earring, one you certainly didn’t wear. “This was on our bedroom floor.”

Jack takes a few steps closer to you, attempting to see the object more clearly when you clear your throat roughly and shake your head. Instead, you toss it over to him and he catches it. He recognizes the earring as Leia’s. He hums. “Must’ve gotten pulled off based on the backing,” he says as he looks at the once hook shaped earring’s backing, now poorly straightened out and mangled.

You scrunch your nose up. “You’re fucking disgusting,” you hiss. “Sleeping with that - with that thing in our bed?” You seethe, feeling your heart pump faster and faster.

Jack groans again and shakes his head, attempting to come near you. “It’s nothing like that, in fact, I’m pretty sure Leia doesn’t even LIKE men. She tolerates me at best-”

“She paws all over you like a bitch in heat,” you spit, scrambling out of Jack’s immediate grasp. “Get the hell out, I don’t want to see you right now,” you snarl, already turning to go back upstairs to your study space, not wanting to look at the eyeless man.

Jack drops his shoulders and attempts to follow you up, still explaining. “She’s just an affectionate friend, she doesn’t like me at all, and I would never betray your trust like that!” He shouts up the stairs in vain as you hurry your pace.

You feel tears rolling down your cheeks as you rush through the hall and slam your study door shut right before Jack can pry it back open. Almost instantly, you are sliding down against the door, pulling your knees to your chest. How could he? All the signs were there. Staying out even weirder hours of the night, smelling like her, bruises in places they shouldn’t be… And the whispers, oh gods, the whispers? People PITYING you for something you didn’t know the truth about. You hated it, despised it.

Jack knocked on the door. “Reader, baby, let me in.”

You shake your head and stifle your bubbling sorrow. “No. Go away. I've been more than clear that I do not want to see you.”

The eyeless man sighs deeply and knocks again. “I mean it. Let me in.” He rests his forehead against the door. “Nothing is going on between me and Leia, I promise. Stake my soul, or whatever’s left of it and everything I am to that statement.” He crosses his heart, but you can’t see it. He sighs out again, the weight building on his shoulders. "I love you. Always have, always will."

A long silence settles over the two of you, draping over the both of you as a weighted blanket. Thick, heavy, hard to breathe.

The silence grows.

You listen to him breathing, eyebrows furrowed and a fire still blazing in your chest. “EJ?”

“Yeah?”

“Get out.”

#eyeless jack #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack headcanon #creepypasta #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta headcanon #angst #conversations with a fish woman

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teacupfulofstarshine · 3 years

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you're the pink in my cheeks (i'm a little bit soft)

summary: "and i know we'll never grow old together / cause you'll never grow old to me / you're the pink in my cheeks / and i love that it means i'm a little bit soft / you're the pink in my cheeks / and i love that it means i'm a little bit soft"

- "monster," marceline (adventure time)

(OR: 5.4k of soft domestic lesbian!analogical, featuring lesbian!moceit, trans male!remus, trans female!roman, and Gay Shenanigans)

a/n: huge thank you to dandie for beta'ing this fic!

i just wanted to write wlw is that so wrong of me? no. no it is not.

CW: alcohol mentions, a few sex jokes, swearing, one implied instance of potential sexual activity (although it doesn't go any farther than making out; if you want to skip that part, skip the section that starts with "Did you get the right kind of popcorn?")

word count: ~5.4k

read it on ao3!!

“I think I may be going insane,” Logan says, squinting at her laptop screen. Virginia, hanging upside-down in the armchair, looks up from her phone and blinks.

“And why is that?”

“Because I am starting to agree with Rosie’s anti-Florida agenda.”

“I didn’t realize that there was an anti-Florida agenda.”

“Rosie has one, and I have always thought it facetious. However, if this laboratory does not start sending me my requested samples and information in a timely manner, I will be forced to concede that Rosie may have . . . a point.”

“You, agreeing with a lit major? I never thought I’d see the day,” Virginia teases. Logan initially resists the urge to stick her tongue out or flip Virginia off, because that would be childish, but then she remembers that Virginia does not care about her childishness, so she sticks her tongue out. Virginia snorts with laughter, and Logan feels warm, fizzy pop-rocks bursting in her chest.

Her phone buzzes next to her, and she picks it up. There’s a new message blinking for her attention on the screen.