#odd blurbs

[pure-oddity]

141 au (choose your fav member) where you buy a boyfriend, which is a joke amongst friends - until it isnt.

It's a ¼ scale figure of your favorite 141 boy. He wasn't cheap, but worth it for just how lifelike he looked(aside from being, ya know, small)

The second he's out the box, he's posed and set up for a photoshoot. The pictures being sent straight to the group chat.

'Oooooo your boyfriend finally flew in huh?'

'He just moved in, said he wanted to take it to the next level'

It makes you laugh, having been single for a while - you lean into it.

And really - he is a great boyfriend.

Doesn't ogle you when you get changed (you turn him around), takes interest in your hobbies (you talk at him endlessly and he never responds), he'd never cheat on you(safe and sound inside a glass case).

He's great. There's even a tiny more serious part of you that feels safer knowing hes keeping watch while you sleep. Like he's protecting you. It's a nice thought.

Until you bring someone home.

His names Rob, short for Robert, he explained. And he works in tech.

Rob is….decent. he's nice, really. Just maybe not as into you as you were him (initially, you've since lost most butterflies after the 3rd date). But with such a lacking love life, and the option of something stable and safe - you let him spend the night.

The hope is the sex makes up for the lack of initial connection. Based on how he kisses you think it'll be. Decent.

But at this point beggers can't be choosers. So you fully intended to let Rob have his way with you, making it as far as the living room -

Stopping only when your bedroom door creaks open. And a fully grown man steps out.

Rob is mouthing at your neck still, seemingly unaware that you've frozen in his arms - your eyes wide and staring at your doll seemingly come to life. Which I'd a crazy thought, but so is the idea that you're being burgled by a very accurate cosplayer.

You can't even begin to push him off and warn him before a familiar voice calls out.

"Y' home love? How was dinner, girls night you said?" His arms are crossed as he leans against the doorframe. Rob finally notices the shift in atmosphere,finally noticing and startling at the sight of a brick shithouse of a man.

"T-thought you were single? I, man I swear she said she was single"

"S'all right, im sure thats what she told you. But she's not, so why don't you head out-" he pauses, expression shifting from calm indifference to something dangerous. "before I feed you your teeth?"

Rob is gone in a blur. You've never seen someone move so fast, and quickly you're left alone with this stranger.

The air is tense for a few seconds, he doesn't break eye contact, content to stare from the doorway.

Your voice quivers, pleading and scared."…I don't know who you are but-"

he interrupts you with an amused huff, stalking closer with a smooth predatory prowl.

"Course you do love." He smiles, you can smell his cologne , there's a faint hint of smoke.

"I'm your boyfriend, 'member?"

[pure-oddity]

141 au (choose your fav member) where you buy a boyfriend, which is a joke amongst friends - until it isnt.

It's a ¼ scale figure of your favorite 141 boy. He wasn't cheap, but worth it for just how lifelike he looked(aside from being, ya know, small)

The second he's out the box, he's posed and set up for a photoshoot. The pictures being sent straight to the group chat.

'Oooooo your boyfriend finally flew in huh?'

'He just moved in, said he wanted to take it to the next level'

It makes you laugh, having been single for a while - you lean into it.

And really - he is a great boyfriend.

Doesn't ogle you when you get changed (you turn him around), takes interest in your hobbies (you talk at him endlessly and he never responds), he'd never cheat on you(safe and sound inside a glass case).

He's great. There's even a tiny more serious part of you that feels safer knowing hes keeping watch while you sleep. Like he's protecting you. It's a nice thought.

Until you bring someone home.

His names Rob, short for Robert, he explained. And he works in tech.

Rob is….decent. he's nice, really. Just maybe not as into you as you were him (initially, you've since lost most butterflies after the 3rd date). But with such a lacking love life, and the option of something stable and safe - you let him spend the night.

The hope is the sex makes up for the lack of initial connection. Based on how he kisses you think it'll be. Decent.

But at this point beggers can't be choosers. So you fully intended to let Rob have his way with you, making it as far as the living room -

Stopping only when your bedroom door creaks open. And a fully grown man steps out.

Rob is mouthing at your neck still, seemingly unaware that you've frozen in his arms - your eyes wide and staring at your doll seemingly come to life. Which I'd a crazy thought, but so is the idea that you're being burgled by a very accurate cosplayer.

You can't even begin to push him off and warn him before a familiar voice calls out.

"Y' home love? How was dinner, girls night you said?" His arms are crossed as he leans against the doorframe. Rob finally notices the shift in atmosphere,finally noticing and startling at the sight of a brick shithouse of a man.

"T-thought you were single? I, man I swear she said she was single"

"S'all right, im sure thats what she told you. But she's not, so why don't you head out-" he pauses, expression shifting from calm indifference to something dangerous. "before I feed you your teeth?"

Rob is gone in a blur. You've never seen someone move so fast, and quickly you're left alone with this stranger.

The air is tense for a few seconds, he doesn't break eye contact, content to stare from the doorway.

Your voice quivers, pleading and scared."…I don't know who you are but-"

he interrupts you with an amused huff, stalking closer with a smooth predatory prowl.

"Course you do love." He smiles, you can smell his cologne , there's a faint hint of smoke.

"I'm your boyfriend, 'member?"

[pure-oddity]

Appreciating the concept of love and how its power can change something - until it actually happens.

Toy boyfriend part 3

(Pt.1)

(Pt.2)

A doll one moment, a (albeit toy sized) man the next.

He isn't, and then -somehow, he is.

His first moment of consciousness goes by quickly. He knows who he is, doesn't know where he is, has a vague idea of what he was doing, and then you.

From the start, you're wonderful. Your hands are far gentler than a man like him is used to. Your voice soft and awe filled. You fawn over him, cooing like he's something precious.

It doesn't hurt that you're beautiful. He couldn't have dreamt up someone more perfect. Well. He would have atleast made you more his size.

Days spent in his case are everything and nothing. Nothing, when you aren't around to prattle on and flounce around your room. Nothing is when he thinks too much and too hard about his existence. Where he becomes aware of how he lacks (can't move, can't talk, can't smell, can't breathe, can't touch you-)But then you walk in, and everything seems lighter. You giggle when you see him, like theres a joke he doesn't get, but you sound so cute when you do it he forgives you.

Wishes he could ask.

You tell him about your day, the coworkers and managers you don't care for. The customers that agitate you. You insist on turning him around when you change, useless as it is. Glass is reflective, love, and he can't avert his eyes let alone close them. But he pretends he can't see anyway, because it makes you more comfortable.

He looks down at his boots , at the plastic wear that's been painted on. Laces tight and neat. Comfortable-

-he's looking down at his shoes. down. He's looking down at his shoes.

It starts with the eyes. First he looks down, then up. Left , right. Then he blinks, gets good at it.

It's not long before his first twitch, his first weight shift and then his first breath. And then he's moving. He returns to his spot, unwilling to scare you. But he moves, paces really. Especially at night, where he keeps his footsteps light and his senses alert (just started feeling them again, a wonderful thing those).

He likes to think his vigilant watch helps you sleep better at night.

He's content for awhile like this. Your tiny,not so silent(he can say your name and his, he's been practicing), body guard. His inability to protect you only starts to bother him when you start dating.He doesn't like any of your picks. They're either not good enough, or down right rotten.

And, after all, he's your boyfriend.

You've said as much, many times infact. The spot belongs to him (your man, your toy soldier, your handsome guy, yours like you're his-).

It's when you leave for work one day that the world shifts again.

And he stares into the case, instead of out of it; Larger and more real then he's ever been.

[pure-oddity]

Pt2 of my silly Simon idea (I'll link it later)

You've been propositioned by a clearly inebriated, skull clad giant. Maybe you could feel offended at the idea that you look easily bought (to be fair 20 dollars IS 20 dollars), you would have every right to rip him a new one in front of everyone here.

But you laugh. Full on cackle, the ugliest most genuine laugh you've ever had. Wether it be from nerves, embarrassment, or sheer wonder at the absolute balls on this guy.

To his credit he doesn't seem to be embarrassed at your laughter. Judging by how he leans in further you think he's quite amused himself.

"You drive a hard bargin - 5 months."

"You'll owe me a year's worth at this rate!"

"Is that what it's gonna take? Cash or check, I'm good for both. Need to see what I'm working with?"

"Okay skullboy, you know what you need?"

"A good fuckin? Yea"

"Water. A nice tall glass of water, think you've had a bit much tonight."

"Got some water back at my place, wanna make sure I drink it like a good boy?"

"Huh. Cheeky."

"Mm"

"This usually work for you? "

"Won't lie, don't act like this often. Letting loose tonight."

"Well unfortunately sweetheart-"

"Yea I'll be sweet, promise"

"-You're a bit too far gone for my taste. Maybe next time."

He looks at you, then back at the bartender.

"Add her drinks to my tab"

Another loud laugh from you, another excited huff from him. You shake your head and motion to stop the barkeep.

"I've got an early shift tomorrow sport. I'm just here for the food."

His huff isn't as amused. It's downright dejected. You coo at the big lug. You really shouldn't tease such a large man, especially a stranger. But his hunger feeds into your own. Had you just caught him earlier-

"Aww poor thing. Tell you what, you come back here tomorrow - sober - and I'll give you lockjaw"

He straightens immediately, chest puffed.

"Swear?"

"Same time tomorrow, bones."

"Simon."

"Hm?"

"Names Simon. You'll get familiar with it tomorrow"

"The balls on you! Liquid courage is one thing but you're downright egotistical."

He's quick to lift his mask up, just enough to reveal a scarred mouth. You see a less than perfect grin before a fat pink tongue rolls out with a wiggle.

[pure-oddity]

Silly Idea

Simon 'Ghost' Riley who holds his alcohol well, and very rarely feels the effects of alcohol- but sometimes , sometimes he indulges.

When he starts letting himself feel it he's loud(er). He's throwing all 6+ feet of himself around the bar, indulging in arm wrestling challenges. The occasional knife trick if he doesn't mind you.

Which is why no one gets up to stop him when he makes his way to the pretty thing that just sat down at the bar.

They're mid order when he slams an arm down next to them, leans in and says in a voice he swears is charming, "I'll give ya a months pay to fuck my face".

The pretty patrons jaw drops, eyes wide and clearly bluescreening. They stare incredulously up at this overly forward goliath, fully covered with the exception of his eyes. They're struggling to remember how to speak, let alone come up with an answer. Meanwhile Simon's grinning like the devil, because they haven't outright told him no.

so there's still a chance.

"2 months worth then, pet"

update: the VISION

[pure-oddity]

Sat on Gaz's cock and he's not moving, he's got you strapped in, legs completely immobile and hands tied. Most you can do is twitch your hips, sorta.

But its not enough movement to knock the vibrator away, so you cum and cum over and over until the clenching of your wet heat finally gets Kyle to cum.

Only once he's moaned, groaned, and whimpered in your ear does he finally turn the damn thing off.

Plenty of kisses given for such a good job, of course. A lengthy massage of aching joints and rope bitten skin. Tells you he loves you, shivers when he talks about how good it felt - oh dear. He's hard again. How about another round?

[pure-oddity]

(PT2) Had an idea for a kind of open relationship with price and -

Captain price who leaves an open offer on the table for all his subordinates. He's a good Captain, a caring and attentive Captain. Likes to give what's his a reason to stay his. So he offers up his attentions and services, helping the needy sergeants and the high-strung lieutenant relax and just let go for a moment.

Offers the same to you, much to your embarrassment. You've walked in on him with the boys more than once.

Soaps mouth stretched wide around the Captains cock, nose pressed against a full happy trail while he drools and cries.

Heard Gaz's breathy whines, sat on his captains cock while the man fists the sergeants cock.

And through the crack of a door watched as the big bad ghost is bent over and fucked tenderly, ears straining to hear hushed praise and words of affection.

You deny yourself to the point of hysteria. High strung, vicious, teeth bared and biting at friend and foe alike. Until you can't. Until his fingers look too good, and your thighs part open at the rumble of his voice. With wet eyes and trembling lips you try to beg for what you want - only to be hushed by your captain because -

"I know what you need darling, it's alright. Captains got ya' "

[pure-oddity]

Simon x reader

Content warnings: MDNI, overstimulatuon, praise kink out the wazoo, PiV, female reader, it's just smut tbh.

"S-simon-"

"You're okay."

"Simon!"

"You're okay."

You whimper in disagreement, you pant and whine, shiver and shake in his arms.

He's got you in his lap, clothed bulge grinded up into your bare slit - fingers drawing devilish circles on your clit.

He's talking you through it as you lose your mind.

"Just wanna play with it a lil, tha's all. Shh, shh, you just cum love - just fuckin soak me."

The tail end of that sentence is accompanied by him sinking his hand lower between your cunt and his cock, playing with you and audibly smearing your slick around your puffy hole.

His fingers are quick to slip in and towards the spongy part of your cunts walls, rubbing war roughened digits against it.

The shout you let out might worry the neighbors, but you doubt even the police could stop a man like him when he's on a mission.

You've cum more than once already. He's thrown you past your personal limits and is eager to set a new record, ripping as many orgasams as he can from your weeping sex.

"Si - si I can't! I can't!"

"Yes you can sweet girl. You're already on the edge. Just need to tip you over an -there we go thereee it is. Good girl."

You sob and claw into the arm wrapped round your middle, as you cum again for the umpteenth time. You've lost count, but there's a stain on his sweatpants and everything down below feels slick.

He cups your pussy in a large hand and pets it. Stimulating enough for your stomach to clench but soothing enough for you to slump further in his hold. You're rewarded with a kiss to the temple.

"Ya know, you complain an awful lot for someone who asked for this. Could just use your word, let the poor girl rest." At 'poor girl' he gentles his hand against your pussy even further. You don't respond, too busy trying to remember how to breathe.

He chuckles at your stubborn silence.

"No didn't think so. Greedy pussy needs more an more, good thing I have so much to give huh?"

He shifts enough to slip his cock from his sweats and boxers, the leaky tip splatters on his stomach as it flops up. It's red and angry looking, there's a prominent vein that commands attention along the underside of the shaft. His balls look heavy and full and your cunt clenches on nothing.

He adjusts you now, depositing your upper half into the mass of pillows and blankets shoved up in your passion. Your lower half remains in his lap for a second while he admires you. Hand skimming across your ass, sinking lower to spread your lips and watch your hole twitch.

He takes his time rubbing his fat tip through your folds, using your slick to glide seamlessly against you. He slips in for a second and you try to arch back onto him in your impatience- he backs away.

"None of that, I'll give it to you when I decide you're good and ready. Need to stretch this pretty pussy nice and slow , so you'll have to wait."

He's slow, popping the head in and out fucking you with just the tip while you whimper for more. You're ignored as he watches mesmerized. He sinks ever so slightly deeper the next thrust and let's himself sit there with a groan, only to move back out again.

This back and forth of him slowly feeding you every inch of his cock drives you to a fresh wave of tears. You can't even beg properly, reduced to mindless babble. You aren't any more coherent when his hips settle against the plush of your ass.

He smoothes a hand up and down your lowerback, sliding around to your tummy - gently kneading over the spot he's sitting in. You buck up and away from the sensation, getting maybe an inch away before you're gently but firmly sat back on his cock.

"Nu uh. No running, being so good for me yea? Gotta keep being good. You take my cock, you were made for it. Now I'm gonna fuck this pretty cunt -"

"Yes! Y-es baby please!"

"And I'm gonna grab the wand again."

"No, no! Can't, I cant!"

" yes you can sweet girl, but you need convincing huh? I'll show you."

He's got you pinned with his weight against your back as he reaches for the wand. You wiggle against him regardless, all you end up doing is seating him snug against your cervix.

The vibrations hit you before you register the sound of it turning on.

"There we go. Fuck - there we go. F-feel that? Don't that feel fuckin - christ you're clenching like a bloody snare - feel nice? Fuck me I'm not gonna last."