#But everything has to have an ending at one point.... And this one is a Bad ending...

[atlasnessie]

hii i saw ur requests were open and i decided to make one :3, how the bsd men would act when they are lovesick? Like not yandere and those twisted things, but they just feel like a teenager boy in highschool with their first love, nothing else than pure fluff =w=" i honestly dont care which characters you add, but id really like to see fyodor in there ;P.

Bonus points if the reader is just so gentle, kind and pure with everyone ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა!! You can ignore this request, take your time. I hope you have a good day and thanks for reading me :DD

GOD, IM SO LOVESICK. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME ?

osamu and chuuya slowly realizing that they’re in love with you.

an: FINALLY FINISHED THIS OMG anon im so sorry it took so long also i’m … still unsure of how to write fyodor ughh ikk embarrassing !! hope this is okay nonnie :((

OSAMU DAZAI never had the chance of falling in love. everything ended one sided, a side that would benefit him and him only. he’s lived long enough to know that he was not worthy of such a delicate feeling; everything he has and wishes to have will all disintegrate as soon as he has it. dazai was not willing to risk it. not now, not ever.

at least, that’s what he wants to believe.

dazai can’t shake off this feeling when being around with you. he stands by the roadside of the sidewalk when walking with you, voluntarily giving his coat when the weather gets chilly, and surprisingly have enough money to buy you some good coffee (and not put it on a tab). he doesn’t know why he’s doing this, it’s not like he’s into you, but his thoughts wander off to wanting to feel your hands on his, to know how his first name would sound from your lips instead of his surname. and once he realizes he’s in love, he’s gone.

lovesick isn’t something dazai had ever felt. romance and osamu dazai should never be in the same sentence, they don’t belong together.

“you’ve been avoiding my texts, my calls, and now ignoring my knocks on your door ?” you stand in front of the paint chipping door, a bento in one hand and a finger pointing at his chest with the other. dazai looked terrible, his eye bags more apparent and the stench of alcohol from inside could make a lightweight drunk at the smell.

“ah, whatever do you mean —”

“you know what i mean, dazai. i’ve gotten calls from kunikida telling me that you haven’t shown up to work for a week ! he can’t even enter your apartment and he calls you every morning to check that you’re okay.”

you pushed your way inside his apartment before he could speak. this wasn’t the first time you’ve been in here, and was definitely not your second. or third. or fourth, or fifth, or however amount of times you’ve been here. dazai can’t remember.

placing the bento down on the cheap wooden table, the color of the lunch box was the only bright thing in the whole house. dazai quickly closed the door, almost tripping on your shoes before speed walking behind you. if he’d known you’d come in, in which he probably did, he would’ve cleaned and tided up a little beforehand. your eyes darted around the room before unboxing the bento.

“sit down. i made you something to eat.” your voice was quiet, but a little higher than a whisper. the aroma of fresh, real food made dazai’s mouth water.

“at your command, then.” dazai responded back, pulling a creaky chair and sitting, his eyes shining dull as he heard the sound of wooden chopsticks break.

“here, you eat. i’ll clean.”

“awh, i was hoping you’d feed me.” chocolate brown eyes met with yours, faking tears to brim out of his eyes as he lazily held the chopsticks, holding it as if he had never seen them before. an excuse. this was an excuse. not for you to feed him, though, he’d most certainly love that, but for you to not clean up the mess he had made. the cluster of sake bottles and canned crab made his apartment look less pleasing to look at.

“eat. i’ll clean.” your voice was persistent as you pushed the bento closer to him. grumbling, dazai pick up an egg roll and inspected it. how stupid, he thought. a toothpick shaped as a cat stood idle in the middle of the roll, its dark void eyes staring at his. it looks a lot like you, naive and ever so …

shit. thoughts like this shouldn’t be running in his head. you’re just a co-worker, afterall. right ? though … dazai has to admit; the food that’s on the bento tastes better than anything ever, and the soft hum of your voice lulls his worries away.

to be loved is to be known, he thinks.

CHUUYA NAKAHARA has no time for feelings outside of the port mafia, but you’re an exception. the sun sets slowly on the horizon of yokohama, and the wind is just right for a nice breeze. the picnic cloth is laid on the ground as chuuya swirls his glass of wine, watching as you talk about your day. you weren’t anything special, hell, it was total coincidence that you two even met.

a civilian and an executive of the port mafia. what a story to tell. but you weren’t aware of chuuyas profession, no, why would he break the trust that built up and took so long to gain ? he wouldn’t dare, he couldn’t.

“and then, while i was walking home today, i bumped into some guy and he was all like, ‘double suicide’ this and ‘double suicide’ that. scared the hell out of me ..!” you laugh and take a sip of your own wine and out of the corner of your eyes, you can see chuuyas shoulders tense up.

“he didn’t … he didn’t have some weirdass bandages all over … did he ?” chuuya grumbled as he pressed the wine glass to his lips, hiding his irritation.

“oh, he did. it was really weird.”

fuck ..!! chuuya though, grinding his teeth together just at the thought of that disgusting man. his thoughts of killing dazai were interrupted as you point at the sky.

“look, isn’t it pretty ?” you sigh, placing your hands behind you and leaning back. the sky was painted a radiant orange, complemented by pink and yellow. chuuya blinks and stares into the horizon, the corner of his eyes shifting back to you subtly. his chest tightens and—

oh, how he’s smitten. maybe it’s the wine, maybe it’s the gentle rays of the sun, but his face feels hot and he leans closer to you, bringing up a hand and tucking in longer strands of hair behind your ear. you turn your head as chuuya stops midway, your hair falling out of his fingers. leaning back, chuuya coughs and plays it off, pouring himself another drink.

“sorry. looked like it was bothering you.” he mumbled, biting the rim of his glass before taking a sip, his gaze avoiding yours.

it’s the little things, but to him, he wants to do more than subtle hints of love. this is a start, at least.

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[sunkissed-zegras]

Uconn wbb manager in a secret relationship with p!

𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 ─ UCONN WBB MANAGER

─ warnings | mention of flirting/banter, alluding to manager "coming off straight" (idk if that should be a warning but there ya go, take that as u want), friends to lovers, jealous!paige brief mention, arguments, nothing else?

─ taglist | @xocherishxo @iienstein @yazmunson @euphternal @uraesthete @hello-nah817 @wanderlusturous and here's a link to my taglist if anyone would like to join!!

PRE-RELATIONSHIP

okay okay this is gonna be a long one so strap in

paige would always be flirty af with manager, like a little more than everyone else

like since the very beginning, freshman paige was down bad for manager

i feel like manager would kind of just brush it off as paige being friendly cus in all honesty... she's kinda like that w everyone on the team???

so she just brushes it off and paige is confused on why she isn't getting it...

so paige being paige, she just assumes manager is straight and doesn't fw her like that

so she just settles with being manager's friend and eventually, best friend

there's always a lot of banter between you guys, like yall are always teasing each other and being all handsy with one another

i feel like the team would kinda suspect there's something going on with you two but they never say anything cus like i said, paige is kinda like that with everyone

however, paige doesn't ever hide her blatant attraction to u

she'll fr tell you straight up she thinks you're the sexiest girl in the world and has NOOO shame ab it either

so for a while, it's kinda like best friends... and maybe a little more??

the whole dynamic changes when she finds out you like women

she's like "the FUCK"

this happens toward the beginning of junior year (2022-23) and paige begins to kinda distance herself from you because her mind is just FUCKED

like she's so confused and rethinking everything

obviously, you notice and try to talk to her ab it and paige just brushes it off

MULTIPLE. TIMES.

and she confides in azzi and she's like "whats wrong w you... like GENUINELY"

your sadness just dissipated into anger and ur like "if paige wants to play this game i will to"

so you guys just get petty and ignore each other, much to everyone dismay

because if yall are beefing, the entire team is in shambles😭

but when paige gets injured, all that pettiness just gets thrown out the window

you were there for her the ENTIRE time, from the second it happened til she started playing again

when it happened, obviously paige was just very distraught and not like herself

she would just not talk to anyone and spend all her time going to classes then back at her dorm

at first, she just will ignore your presence

unfortunately p is just petty like that

but then she realizes she's literally being fucking stupid and she lets you hang out with her

slowly but surely everything is semi back to normal

UNTIL you bring up why she got distant all of a sudden

she just decided to rip the bandaid off and tell you the truth (which at this point, was just as confusing to her as it was to you)

she ended up telling you she was just confused about her feelings about you and she eventually tells you she had a mini-crush on you in freshman year

and the only reason why she never told you was because she thought you didn't like girls

and you were just confused like WHY WOULD YOU THINK THAT

you guys just kind of have to sit with your feelings for a bit

(maybe a fic for that entire scene if yall want ??)

RELATIONSHIP

you and paige agreed to keep it to yourself because of two reasons

A. it would kinda throw off the dynamic of the entire team and B. wanting to explore the relationship first

it was really REALLY fun for paige, like she was having the time of her life teasing you while no one really knows why (hope that makes sense)

she thinks its funny when she like openly flirts/is handsy with u and the team doesn't bat an eye because she's always done it, EXCEPT now she gets you all flustered

yes she does get an ego boost

however, her jealousy increased like 10x (and thats saying A LOT)

like she'll get annoyed at someone just for looking at manager a little suggestively, she gives them a dirty look and manager is just like "paige pls"

i feel like this would be the ultimate thing for paige, like she hates being with you and not being able to show you off

LOTS of arguments about that specifically

i can't really think of more rn, BUT TRUST I'LL YALL MORE CONTENT WHEN I DO

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[vampyrsm]

Oh god Alex the amount of restraint best friend!Yuuji is going to need when your hips inevitably start bucking up and chasing his hand in your sleep…

Yuuji’s touches have sent you into a wet dream (about him? Maybe. He would sure like to think so) and damn I mean… what kind of a friend would have be if he didn’t help you out? He’s certainly not the kind of guy to start something and leave it unfinished.

And I mean, maybe he just wants to see what your pretty face looks like when you cum. What you don’t know can’t hurt you :3

mdni; female reader, somno, dubcon/noncon, yuuji just wants to feel you cum on his fingers. 1.2k. not beta reader. divider by @///cafekitsune

Yuuji knows he shouldn’t be doing this, it’s a massive breach in your trust in him. But surely, you knew what you were doing crawling into bed with him wearing only a baggy t-shirt (which was his) and a pair of panties that did nothing to hide what was waiting beneath. It was hard enough to just keep his hands to himself when you were getting comfortable, but now you were asleep and you’re pressed so closely to him that he can feel the heat between your thighs.

His cock had been hard for a while, aching against the band of his boxers—the only thing he wore to bed, given that he ran hot anyway and adding another body to the bed would just make matters worse. Not that any of that mattered when he was sweating at what he was currently doing. You see, Yuuji Itadori has quite a good amount of self-control, he can keep his hands to himself like a good boy but it was far too tempting when you shimmied your butt close enough that you grazed against his thigh. He could feel everything. 

It started with just his fingers, delicately tracing lines along your pussy to just feel the warmth of it, how squishy it was beneath the pad of his fingers through your cotton panties. He had to stop himself from outwardly groaning when he found your clit through the material, and rubbed it just the right way to have you backing up against him to chase the feeling. 

You were soaking by now, he could feel the glide of it beneath the tips of his fingers and his cock twitched again when he thought about sinking the fat head of it between your pussy lips. 

With a glance over your shoulder, he can still see you’re fast asleep albeit in a much different dream with the way you huff out a breath and scrunch your eyebrows together. Fuck, he can’t help but wonder how he can make that little expression of yours change into pure euphoric pleasure. 

Yuuji’s extra gentle in moving your panties to the side, giving him just enough space to press his fingers against your bare pussy. His hips buck automatically at how wet and warm it is, and he takes the briefest of moments to part from your pussy to tug down his own boxers to give himself a little bit of relief. 

The tip of his cock is sticky, drooling pre as it lays flat against your back when Yuuji scoots himself close enough to make sure he didn’t jostle you too much for what’s to come. His fingers slip back down to your cunt, large fingers spreading your drooling lips apart to crudely swipe his fingers through it before reaching the tight entrance of your pussy. 

Now, this should be the point where Yuuji should stop. But it’s not the first time you’ve messed around with each other, after all, he lost his blowjob virginity to you all those years ago. It never made your friendship weird or strange, it just felt natural… and since then, there had been numerous times where you both had ended up kissing with a little too much saliva or getting a little too handsy in a club. 

So Yuuji doesn’t feel like he has to stop, not when he knows what’s to come. 

One thick finger sinks in easily, all the way down to his knuckle and that’s when Yuuji has to bury his face into the back of your head—quietly—to breathe out a moan at just how hot it is inside. His finger draws back just enough to allow him to press in another finger slowly, gently, until he’s two fingers deep inside the tightest pussy he’s ever gotten to feel. 

His cock leaks heavily against your back, he just hopes you don’t mind the mess. Yuuji, again being careful, slowly starts to draw his fingers back before stroking them forward again to coax out more of your wetness to aid him in getting you to cum before you wake up. The tips of his fingers graze along your velveteen walls, how they squeeze and throb around him as if you were aware of what was going on. 

Maybe you did, on some level, as you rut your hips back every now and again with his thrusts. Your mouth is open just enough now for him to hear your breathing is a little more rapid, and how there’s the slightest whine in your throat when he curls those thick fingers to press against your walls. 

Yuuji can’t help but curl his body more around yours, pressing you into his chest so he can fuck you deeper with his fingers; imagining that it’s his cock that’s making your eyebrows pinch together. Fuck—would you let him fuck you? After all this? He really hopes you would. He needs to feel you around his cock, needs to hear you whimper when you have to take every last inch even if it feels like it’s too much. 

His fingers spread just slightly deep inside, the wet sound of your pussy growing loud enough that he’s actually a little concerned you’ll wake up before he gets you to cum. So he shifts his hand just slightly, seeking out the spot he knows to find and when he does, your entire body tenses quick enough to cause Yuuji to freeze. 

He watches over your shoulder carefully to see if your eyes flutter open, but they never do—thank fuck you’re a heavy sleeper. He rubs the tip of his fingers against your g-spot again before repeatedly curling his fingers against it, your body moves against his own, your stomach tensing up harshly and your thighs clamping down together in an attempt to relieve you of the building pressure. 

Yuuji moans against your hair again when you buck your hips back, the slightest arch in your back that gives him the perfect view when he glances down to see your bare ass with his cock resting against it. He continues to fuck you with his fingers until you finally cum, your eyebrows raise and you actually moan in your sleep, and fuck if it isn’t the best sound Yuuji has ever heard. 

He’ll blame what happens next on the lust-driven haze he’s in—but Yuuji carefully withdraws his fingers from your still twitching pussy to stroke his cock quickly, not enough to jerk you awake but enough to have his toes curling and thigh muscles tensing. 

With a bit of luck and angling, he presses his cock down until it’s against your pussy lips—and then he cums. In thick warm spurts, he cums all over your puffy pussy and watches as it mixes so beautifully with the thick slick that drools from your cunt. His lip is raw from biting down on it to stop himself from moaning like a whore at the forbidden release against your pussy. 

He knows there’ll be questions in the morning, but Yuuji doesn’t care when he’s seen how beautiful you look when you cum. Maybe he can distract you from what happened by showing you how well he can fuck you when you’re awake… so for now, he untucks your panties from the side and places it over your cum covered pussy to watch it stain and outline the pussy he’ll beg to be buried within come morning.

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[sparklingblu]

Eroverse

Pt.2 - The Ring

Kwon Eunbi x Male Reader

Passing out twice and waking up without being able to feel your fingers is not your ideal way of starting a morning. Your body feels like it have been battered with baseball bats rapidly and frozen in an ice box. The throbbing pain in your head earlier have returned.

You summon the last bit of your strength to sit up from the cold bathroom floor. Immediately, the room starts spinning and you have to grab the shower handle for support.

"Damn it"

You curse, feeling like a madman and you might already be one with everything you have went through in the last hour. An app transporting you to a doorless room is not something that happens everyday. And Rei, you feel a surge of triumph despite the state you are in. You got a blowjob from an idol, something millions of people fantasize about and you are no longer one of them. You can't believe your luck although a part of your mind lingers on the thought that everything comes with a price. And what's the price you have to pay for such a one in a million opportunity?

As you walk to the sink to freshen up, your foot suddenly presses on something solid with a loud 'Crack'. You look down and curse again. Your phone lays there, fissures spread across the screen like tentacles. Hopefully, it's only the screen protector. You pick it up and it immediately chimes with a notification.

"Congrats on completing your first quest. Please wait patiently for your next one"

said the textbox from the "Ero" app.

Just like that? you think. Usually completing a quest grants you a reward. That's the whole point it's called a quest but apparently, this app thinks a congratulation is enough. Maybe the experience is already rewarding enough and you are being ungrateful. You doubt there's anyone else who can brag they got sucked off by an idol.

Your thumb nearly press the notification before you pull away in alarm. You are not ready to face the darkness again. The app tells you to wait for your next quest so it's relatively safe but you are not taking any chances.

You turn on the tap of the sink, washing your face and hopefully your weariness as well. There's no way you can go through the day in your current state. You have an article that you have to finish today and if you don't, you are probably going to end up with instant noodles for all three meals for the rest of the week.

Holding on to the wall with one hand for support you quickly make your way to a chair in the corner, practically throwing yourself onto it. You let out a sigh. The soreness still isn't gone but it feels less painful now and the chill is bearable.

As the pain lessens, your thought becomes clearer. You take time to reflect on what have happened so far. An app called 'Ero' that randomly appears on your phone and gives you the weirdest quest ever. (Maybe not weird, but definitely not ordinary) You pass out, wake up, got head from an idol, pass out and wake up again. Nothing makes sense except the fact that you go through all of it and you are very much sure it's real.

In the meantime, you decide to do some research. You flip open your laptop, the digits on the screen indicating around an hour has passed since your first blackout though you feel like it haven't been that long. Maybe time pass differently in that gloomy room. Maybe you are just enjoying yourself too much that you lose track of time. You have absolutely no idea.

Entering google, the first thing you type up is of course, 'Ero app'. No luck, none of the results have what you are looking for. You try again, just 'Ero' this time. The results aren't so much different. In a last desperate attempt, you type "App that lets you fuck idols". Stupid? Totally. But it's the last straw. Some websites related to kpop pop off. But nothing that can give you any explanation.

You close your laptop shut with a sigh. Ok, so nothing on the internet. Maybe you can ask someone about it. But what will you ask? "Hey, ever get a notification from an app that lets you fuck idols?" Not a good idea. Afterall, it might just be a hallucination. Perhaps you have been jerking off and fantasizing about idols so much your brain finally snaps. The thing is, it's probably the millionth time you tell yourself this and people wants to believe things aren't real because in fact, they very much are.

So nothing left to do except carry on with your life. No use dwelling on something you can't possibly figure out or anyone else in this case. The pain have drastically lessen and you make yourself a cup of coffee. The caffeine helping you anchor back into reality.

To this point, you have been naked. Too tired to put something on and too lazy to care. Not like anyone wants to see your bare ass anyway. And the curtains are drawn so you don't need to worry about being out on display.

You chug down the rest of the coffee and head back into the bathroom to take your shower that got delayed for an hour. The memory of being swallowed by the dark returned as soon as you set foot into the room but you shrug it off and proceed to do what you come for.

The cold water wash away rest of your exhaustion and even after you are done, you stay an extra fifteen minutes just to bask in the pleasure of the cool droplets hitting you at full force. Ironically, you find yourself humming a melody from Love Dive by IVE given you just cum down one of the members throat.

Then a thought enters your mind at the worst possible moment and a chill runs down your spine. What if the person you met isn't Rei? Crazy as it is, there's no way an idol will randomly appear to you, calls you master, sucks you off and disappears. So now what? Is it a shapeshifter? You have heard tales of such demons that takes on the form of others. A succubus? Could be, given that you are about to jerk off to Rei, she might have been your fantasy partner at the moment.

"Stop it Michael"

You scold yourself.

"You are a grown ass man, act like one"

You have already decided not to dwell on it and that's what you will do. Keep calm and carry on. No more crazy thoughts about demons and succubuses.

The rest of the day was nothing out of ordinary. You stay in your room all day and order takeout, finishing up the article you have to submit tomorrow. The thought of the 'Ero' app enters your mind from time to time but it's nothing you can't deal with.

When you finally finish your task, it's already 6 pm. The sun is starting to set and rays of twilight pour into your room from the slit of your curtains, which you haven't opened since morning for some reason. Maybe the darkness-

You quickly cut off your train of thoughts and reach for your phone to get your daily dose of social media when it suddenly chimes. Oh, not again, you think. The funny thing? A slight part of your mind is hopeful. Another quest, another idol to fuck. You feel pathetic.

Nevertheless, you check your notification. Thank god, it's not the app. Or you are disappointed it isn't? Ever seen cartoons where a small angel version of you sit on your shoulder and a devil version sits on another? That's how you feel right now. One single mind yet two different thoughts battling for dominance.

The text is from one of your fellow colleagues, Russell, who have worked with you on several ocassions. "Drinks at Berny's tonight? It's my treat" Someone got his paycheck, you think. But hell, who don't want free drinks? "Sure, count me in, the usual time?" you reply. "You got it" is the answer.

You turn off your phone. At least you have something to look forward to now. Maybe a drink is all you need to clear your mind.

At 8 sharp, you are already dressed in your best (and only) outfit, khaki pants and a polo shirt punctuated by a denim jacket you throw on just to add the final touch to your fit. Berny's bar is not so far away from your house and another reason being not wanting to waste your money on a cab, you walk there. The streets are bustling with people and the sound of horns, screech of tires and bits and pieces of voices that ocassionally escape from conversations nearby to your hearing.

A five minutes walk is all it takes for you to reach your favorite bar, the Berny's. The place is quiet as usual, even on weekends. The name of the bar stands out, carved into the wooden signboard over the double set of wooden doors. It's not a fancy place like the ones you see in big cities but the old building gives off a warm comforting feeling, like it can wash away every single one of your worries. And that's what you need right now.

You enter the building and immediately spot Russell and some familiar faces at a table near the counter. You raise your hand in greeting and take a seat. As it's a Wednesday night, the bar is even quieter than usual, the only other seats being a couple who are giggling over their beers and a trio of friends talking loudly. Perfect for you.

"Michael, my man, so you finally come out after hibernation?"

Russell teases and you snort.

"Real funny, Russell"

The others, around five people are lost in their own conversation, publishers, writers and friends of friends. When the drinks arrive accompanied by several things to nibble, the conversations get even more heated, fueled by the alochol. You chime in once in a while but most of the time, you just sip your drink in silence. Russell must have noticed it because he glances at you and says

"Hey man, you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm good. No worries"

You lie. The thing is being here don't uncloud your thoughts, in fact it reminds you even more about the 'Ero' app. Will those people be able to talk and laugh like that if they went through what you did? It might seem like a crazy idea. You got to experience what millions of people fantasize about and you are...scared? depressed? worried? You can't find a single word to describe what you are feeling right now. You can't help thinking there is a price to pay for what you have achieved. On the other hand there is a sort of yearning, the desire to go through it once again, never satisfied with the pleasure. You feel like a thirsty person who have fallen into a well.

You have been spacing out for so long you don't realize your bladder tightening, signaling for a need to answer the call of nature. You excuse yourself and head to the restroom, a small single room in the back of the bar.

After obliging to your bodily urge, you pull up your pants, accidentally dropping your phone out of your pocket. It hits the floor with a thud and when you pick it up, more tremors run across the screen, making it looks like a glacier on the verge of breaking open.

You are about to blame yourself for making yourself waste money on a new screen protector when the screen lights up with a chime. You freeze, your eyes focused on the single text box on the screen.

"New quest ready, ready for your next adventure chosen one?"

There's no need to explain where the text is from.

You start feeling light headed. The memory of the pain and cold from earlier in the day rushing back into your mind like a dam breaking open. Do you answer or do you not answer? To be or not to be? You should have deleted the app but would you have really? Aren't you the one who's yearning for it secretly?

The angel and the devil on your shoulders start bickering again, million thoughts manifesting and disintegrating at every second. You are the one who decided to carry on, aren't you? Keep calm and carry on, you say. That's bullshit. You don't want to carry on, you want more of this. Regardless of the consequences, if there are even consequences? Maybe you are overthinking. Yes, definitely. That's it. No harm in living your fantasies. You are just that lucky. A magic app just for you.

Your thumb taps on the notification then releases. For a moment nothing happens, then the familiar loading screen with the black heart loads up. After a minute, it lights up with a flash. You obviously haven't learned from last time because you get momentarily blinded. When it dims, there's a textbox in the center, another quest.

"Second Quest: Tame Eunbi

Make Eunbi submits to you and try not to get killed

There is no time limit"

Your kpop knowledge comes in. Eunbi, former leader of Iz*one, currently a soloist. To be honest, you are a bigger fan of her tits than herself. Making her submit? Nothing strange. Try not to get killed? Definitely strange. Rei have been nothing but obedient in your first quest and now have the tables turned?

You have no time to debate as the darkness surrounds you, embracing you in its obsidian hold. This time, you are not as startled though you still dread it. Then comes the cold wave that spreads to every single cells in your body, then you collapse.

♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎

Here's a friendly advice. Don't try to pass out if you can manage. It doesn't get better no matter how many time you have done it.

As you come back to your senses, you feel a wave of nausea so strong you think you are gonna throw up. Your open you eyes and have to close them again after they get burned from the glow of the single lightbulb overhead, hanging from a wire.

After taking a few deep breaths, you turn to the side and open your eyes once again. As usual, you have no idea where you are. You are lying on a white canvas which is thankfully soft. You support yourself on one arm and sit up, scanning the environs.

You are in a rectangular platform, enclosed by ropes on all four sides that run from posts in each corner of the ring. Beyond it, you can faintly make out the shape of shelves, all lined with medals and trophies of every shape and size. For some reason, at the foot of one shelf lays a sculpture of a swan like the ones you see in ponds, toppled over as if someone have kicked it down.

So, you are in a boxing ring. Not exactly an ideal place to fuck someone. But your opinion doesn't matter. It's your quest that does. It's a pretty mysterious quest compared to the first one. 'Try not to get killed' it says. And considering where you are right now, it's just a perfect place to do the exact opposite.

Looking from the bright side, at least this time, you are not naked. You look good, even. But if you have to protect yourself, it's not really the best fit. Good looks won't help you survive.

"Who are you?"

A voice from the back startle you so much you nearly let out a shriek. You rise from the floor, turning your head to the back slowly in case you are at gunpoint. But after seeing who's behind you. Being held at gunpoint becomes the least of your worries.

Eunbi stands, propped against a pole in a corner of the ring. Her hypnotic eyes seem to bore into your soul like a predator preparing to pounce on its prey. Long raven bangs fall on her shoulders gracefully, one side tucked to the back. She wears a black sports bra with two silky rows of fabric extending from each strap, zigzagging on her chest and obscuring the view of her cleavage (which is a big loss). She is dressed in jeans of the same color from her waist down. Its top button unattached, opened up to give a slight view of her midriff. You wonder if it's intentional or she just doesn't know. If it's the latter, you are not going to point it out.

"Answer my question"

Eunbi snaps, her tone sharp with despise.

"My name's Michael"

You introduce yourself. Seems like a good start when facing a woman who already seems to hate you.

"Another one of his spawns, I see"

She mocks, her eyes never wavering away from your face.

"Another human to kill I guess"

"Look, I'm not here to-"

Your words are cut short by the pain that explodes from the side of your ribs. You fall to your knees, wrapping your arms around your torso. Eunbi, who is far away from you just a moment ago now stands in front of you, looking down with animalistic hunger in her eyes.

"Wait-"

Another eruption of agony. This time in your back, you fall flat on the floor, facedown. Your lust have gotten the best of you this time. Eunbi isn't the obedient type like Rei. She's out for blood.

You are just waiting for another blow that will finish you off when you suddenly fee a surge of strength that course through your veins, empowering your muscles.

You get up with your newfound strength, just in time to avoid Eunbi who strikes the floor with strength that will probably turn you into mush.

She looks up, her eyes wide with confusion.

"Impossible! How?"

But it's now your time to strike. You tackle into Eunbi with the side of your body, knocking her to the floor. She growls and prepares to get up again but you are faster, quickly planting your knees on both sides of her legs and pinning her hands by the waist with your own.

"This is unfair!"

She complains.

"You have never help anyone but why him?"

You have no idea who she's talking to but you already set your goal in mind. Ripping off the fabric from her straps, you tie her hands in a bundle above her head. She writhes, cursing in languages you don't understand and attempts to kneel you when you accidentally loosen the hold on her legs. However, her effort bears no fruit as you tighten the hold on her legs even more.

"You will regret this! Next time, it won't be this easy!"

You ignore her, now staring at her cleavage that have been made visible after removing the straps. The flesh spilling out from the top of her bra. You reach for one and squeeze it over the piece of clothing. Eunbi shrieks and curses again. You do the same thing to the other one, earning another curse from Eunbi.

"You talk too much"

You mutters, sliding a hand down the opening of her jeans, reaching for her sweet spot. Eunbi isn't wearing any panties and your finger quickly locates the nirvana between her legs. You shove a finger into her wet folds to which she replies with a new name for you. But you are too focused to care, slipping another finger into her.

"You are already so wet, huh? You must have been fantasizing about this"

I mock as I start to slide my fingers in and out of her, each pump making Eunbi's voice a decibel lower until it reaches a point where her malison get replaced by huffs that start to sound more and more like moans. You move in a precise pace, making sure to tease her clit every now and then.

Eunbi's back starts to arch, her knees rising as if encouraging you to finger her even deeper. And you happily oblige, pulling her jeans down to her kneels and increasing your pace which is already becoming unbearable for her. With each thrust of your fingers, you extract a moan from Eunbi, whose eyes start to roll into the back of her head, her legs shaking violently.

It's hard to believe this is the woman who tired to kill you just a moment ago. Her vigour now replaced by nymphomania. Her eyes which says "Get ready to die" earlier now begs you not to stop.

"Where's the threats now, Eunbi? Cat got your tongue?"

You asks as you thrusts in your finger with full force, draw back and thrust in again, making her body convulses.

"I'm....I'm sorry.....please...."

She starts whining and that's when you know you have completed your quest. But you still have other ideas. This is not enough, you have to push her over the limit. Turns her into nothing but a vessel for your pleasure.

"Oh, are you now?"

You demand, your fingers rubbing her clit frantically.

"Yes....yes......I'm gonna cum....I'm.."

A geyser erupted from Eunbi's wet hole, staining the white floor of the boxing ring and your pants. You withdraw your fingers from her folds and shove them into her mouth. She happily licks it clean, her knees still shaking.

"Oh, this is only a sample of what I'm gonna do to you. Don't get tired now"

You scorn as you take off your jaccket, shirt and then your pants, your mamba springing to its full length. Eunbi's gaze rest on your cock and the expression in them is the most beautiful thing you have ever seen.

"What? Too big for you to handle?"

You kneel and look at her with a pathetic smile. Seeing how she just submits to you, you thinks she won't try to kill you anymore so you untie her hands.

"Those jeans are getting in the way, don't you think?"

Eunbi seems to understand the assignment, she obeys and starts pulling off her jeans.

"Oh and while you are at it, lose the rest too"

If Eunbi wants to retort, she swallows it. Because she pulls off her sports bra and lies on the floor, her huge tits now out on display.

You get on top of her in the earlier position, the only difference being that you no longer have to restrain her legs and your cocks now lie between the valley of her mounds.

"You know what to do"

You order and Eunbi immediately push in her melons from both side with her fingers, enveloping your shaft in its cotton hold. You start bucking your hips, watching your cockhead disappear and reappear between her bust. Whenever the tip emerges, Eunbi will stick out her tongue and lick your slit to get a taste of your precum.

"Yes, fuck Eunbi, just like that"

You groan as Eunbi spits between her knockers, creating a smooth pathway for your manhood. Gliding between her jugs, you bring your thumb and index fingers to squeeze her nipples, which are already rock hard from the stimulation. You roll and pinch them in your fingers, making Eunbi squeals.

To be honesr, you are not exactly a boobs person. If someone asks you boobs or ass?, you will choose ass in a heartbeat. But with the way Eunbi's jugs feel sandwiching your knob, you might seriously have to reconsider.

These squashy clouds that fits you perfectly like a glove and feels like velvet to your touch. You would use them all day if you could. And who is she to complain? She has become nothing but a cockslut, eager to tend to your needs.

You increase your pace, making it impossible for Eunbi to keep up with her licks on your head. So instead, she opens her mouth, letting the tip slides in whenever it escapes from her hooters. The warmth of her mouth combined with the friction provided by her supple flesh drives you crazy. And those fuck me eyes she gives you doesn't help.

Your waist starts to get sore from moving at an intense pace for god knows how long. Nonetheless, you push on. It's not everyday you get a chance to shove your dick between this kind of tits, such art that most people only get to enjoy with their sights.

But here you are, taking advantage of it to the fullest. Your intentions evident from the squelching sound that resonate whenever your cock rubs against her spit lubed flesh. If you say you feel like you are in heaven, that will be an understatement. You are beyond that. But that's the closest words that can describe it.

You have heard heaven is eternal. But this certainly is not as the same old tightening feeling starts manifesting in your stomach. Your cock throbs, and Eunbi must have noticed it because she starts to shake her jugs along with your thrusts, making sure not a single inch of you is left untouched by her mounds.

Each thrust take you closer and closer to the edge. The jolt of esctasy starting slithering its way to your shaft. You thrusts and thrusts until you can't take it anymore.

Globes after globes of cum erupts from your cock, painting the canvas of Eunbi's face. The first spurt lands on Eunbi's tongue which she sticks out just before your release and the rest make its way to her hair and the rest of her renowned facial features which have become nothing but a cumdump for you.

You rub the tip of your cock on her nipples to clean your remaining semen and sit down, unable to stand with how sore your waist is. You admire the mess you have made which is Eunbi, now lying on the floor with her legs spread and juice dripping down from her pink cavern. Her tits heaving up and down with each breath and her tongue still hanging out from her mouth like a bitch in heat.

Another quest. Complete. This one a lot riskier but it is certainly worth it. As horniness no longer clouds your brain, the words Eunbi said from earlier start to come back to your mind. "You have never help anyone but why him?" Was she referring to that surge of strength that comes to you right when you need it? If so, who's she talking to? Who is this person?

Just more unanswered questions. But this quest confirms one of your thoughts or so you think. That the idols you meet are not the one from the real world. You kind of doubt it after your encounter with Rei but now you are certain. Because there's no way the real Eunbi is a master at martial arts that try to kill anyone she meets nor she would say “Another human to kill, I guess” as if she's not human. This mess have become too complicated for you to handle and you need answers soon or else you will start to go insane.

"Patience, my friend"

That same deep, hollow voice from earlier echo around the room. But this time you have the time to respond.

"Who are you?"

You scream (not sure if it is necessary but it's hard when the voice is coming from all around you).

A shrill chuckle. Like flint running on steel.

"I will tell you in time, but you have performed well for today. Don't keep your friends waiting"

The darkness returns, surrounding you at all sides. But you embrace it for once. As the icy feeling erupt from within your body, you drift into unconsciousness once again.

♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎

(Another smut. Thanks to you all for the support on my first one. I didn't expect it to blow up tbh. Until next time~)

#kpop smut #eunbi smut #izone smut #male reader #girl group smut

[makethemhoesmad]

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“i love you, i love you, you’re the fucking love of my life baby, you’re perfect, wanna be with you forever,” paige says to me, kissing my neck while we lay naked in her bed. she never really says this stuff, only after we’ve fucked and she’s itching to go another round. i always cave. “mhmmm, paigey, i love you, please touch me,” she touches me, does what i want, then holds me close to her naked body and falls asleep, mumbling how she’ll never leave. I fall asleep, because she’s a warm body and i love her. she’s the love of my life.

I jolt up from a dream. a dream of a baby with two moms, one blond and one with my face. it wasn’t real, it never is, but after dreams like this it makes me hurt on the inside. i turn over to muffle the silent sniffs that always come from the empty feeling dreams like this leave behind. the body next to me moves, and a cool hand comes up to brush my cheek.

“baby.”

“paige.”

“what’s wrong? did i do something? can i help?”

i sniff, then curl against her, expressing, “i need a baby.”

she looks at me for a moment, perplexed, then kisses my forehead.

“you’re so tired darling, go back to bed”

hm.

paige gets back from practice at normal time, but she isn’t acting as normal as she usually does. normally she’s excitable and tells me all about the shots she made, the plays she set, everything. today she’s just here. my phone lights up, with a text from ashlynn shade of all people. i rarely talk to her. i go to the bathroom to open it, because maybe paige shouldn’t read it.

i read the first message and sink to the floor, back pressed to the wall.

ash shade

hey. i think you should know that paige keeps saying…things about you. 

what kind of things???

ash shade

well, she talks about how you’re always going on about wanting to settle down, get married, have kids. and she said that “you’re the love of her life. she just doesn’t want that. not now, not ever”

paige gets over her mood later, and we do our usual dance around the obvious issues. she pretends not to notice my faked enthusiasm, and i pretend not to notice the fact that she never once tells me i’m the love of her life. when she falls asleep, i don’t. i wonder when she’ll break up with me. it has to happen soon, there’s no chance it won’t. i’m taken back to the first conversation we had, where she told me that if sex with me was half as good as talking to me was, then soon enough we’d be pushing strollers. but i guess that’s over.

“cmon bro, don’t fucking be like that,” paige taunts me, rolling her eyes at my words.

“don’t you dare bro me, paige. i have a right to be fucking mad, you’re shit talking me to your teammates then coming home and banging me like i’m some one night stand! how about you stop being like this,” i scoff, spitting venom at her words.

“well bro, if you need to know because you’re so insecure that you can’t stand someone saying anything about you, the team asked how we were doing and i told them we wanted different things. fair enough.”

“if we want different things, there’s no point in staying together when we both know where this is going to end.”

“Fine. fuck you and fuck your rings and your cradles.”

“Fuck you,” i say, finalizing what had been brewing since we turned on the fire.

paige leaves, slamming the door and shouting profanities. i lock the door, turn around, and stand in our my bedroom. her hoodie is on the floor. her hoodie is in my arms. she’s the loss of my life.

#paige bueckers #paige bueckers x reader #angst #haha

[diorcities]

the swan (preview)

extended version hopefully ── haechan x afab!reader genre smut content ballet au, womanizer!hyuck, corruption kink, thriller, dark content (graphic violence: a fight, this scene, a vendetta) haechan has a soft spot for reader, based on the swan in some aspects, this scene may vary tho more tba. this doesn't allude to r*pe or any kind of abuse, promise.

the rest of the night slips out of your mind. you don't know how you've walked, or how you've got out of the academy, or how you ended up back on haechan's bike, taking refuge in the warm space of his back as he rides through the city. he hasn't said a word, and you don't think it's necessary. you don't think you can stand it, so he keeps quiet and it's for the best.

you've come to your apartment again, you don't remember telling him the address. your mind feels scattered and dizzy.

the invitation burns on your lips, but you don't utter them, instead your lips tremble, gathering everything that has happened, what would've happened. “why did he notice me? what does he want from me?”

haechan sighs heavily, “isn't obvious? he wants your purity, dove.”

the word comes out wrong for you. hesitant gaze, looking at his confident features tinged with something akin to annoyance. “i guess you're a virgin.”

“w-what?”

“correct me. have you had a boyfriend?” he inquires, “you've never been on a motorbike, you sigh every time i brush against you in the dance piece. you've never been touched like this, have you?” his glowing eyes demand a response that strangles in your throat. “not even by yourself.” his voice comes out hesitantly as if it had barely occurred to him just now. “white and pure, as a dove,” he recites, breathing artificially.

his fingers drum his helmet under your collapse, and you feel him revel. “he wants you pure, he's attracted to corrupt you. that's why he chose you, that's why he wants you above the rest of the girls,” he confesses, tactlessly.

“do you want to get rid of him? you'll have to corrupt yourself. set yourself free.”

“how can i do that?”

“why don't you try to touch yourself? see if that helps.”

“wh-what?...” you bite your lip before you pronounce, “h-how?” your neck looks like it's about to burn and your chest flaps to explode when you see him smile mischievously. eyes taking on a jovial emotion.

“you'll know how.” you see him fidgets with his helmet as he starts the bike. his gloved hand plays with your cheek, “don't think about it tonight, yeah? go to sleep.” he puts the gear on after checking out your features one last time. “but... when you do, just think of me while you're at it.”

“hae.” your hand grabs hold of his forearm as he's about to leave. “would you... stay? please?”

you see him pound, maybe because of your roommate, “she's out.” the words stumble out, tinged with anguish. an eternity goes by where he weighs the possibility of doing it, seeing him slowly slipping through your fingers. “please, i-i want you to stay.”

he grins fleetingly, “you want me to stay?” he articulates slowly.

“would you?” you don't mean to sound so desperate, but up to this point you care little about how ridiculous you look in his eyes, imploring him to stay the night so you're not alone with your thoughts. “i want you to...”

his eyes widen in expectation. “his hands, his fingertips...” a feeling twitches in your stomach, something dirty reveals itself and takes space as you fall into realization: the white that haechan was referring to, beginning to turn gray.

“d'you want me to take care of them?” he says, and you feel like a weight has been lifted off your shoulders.

his hand goes to the handlebars but to turn off the bike. the humming ceases as he hops off and towers over you. his intoxicating aroma sheltering your soul. “anything for my dove.”

#cooking ... cooking #haechan smut #donghyuck smut #donghyuck x you #haechan x you #nct dream smut

[mostlymarvelsstuff]

Reader receives Yelenas nudes accidentally

Authors note: this probably doesn't actually count as an accident but I felt like it kinda still is I think? Anyway, hope you enjoy

Authors note 2.0: sorry it took so long to release this 💖

Word count: 796

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   As the blonde tosses back another shot, her mind not only swirls with the effects of the alcohol but with an idea as well. It’s a bad idea, and will likely end with her having regrets and being embarrassed. But in her current state those things don’t really bother her like they should. So she decides to go ahead with the bad idea.

   With a smirk she pulls out her phone and clumsily opens the messaging app. She clicks on her earlier conversation with you and then goes to add a picture. She scrolls through her camera roll until she finds her hidden album that contains the few naughty pics she's taken.

  She spends probably far too long staring at her options before choosing one and attaching it to your messages. She debates on if she wants to send anything flirtatious with it, but in her muddled state she realizes she would probably do a poor job of getting any point across to you. So instead of adding anything she just presses send. 

   After realizing that yes, she did actually go through with it she sets her phone down and takes another shot, “O Bozhe(oh god)”

   You're in your room across the compound, lazily lounging on your bed as you scroll through netflix looking for something to watch when your phone alerts you to a new message. Being as late as it is, you figured that not many of the other heroes would be up and wanting to chat, so the fact that one of them was texting you was a bit exciting because it meant you didn’t have to be bored alone.

   You quickly grab your phone to see a text from Yelena and you smile. The two of you had become fast friends when Nat brought her onto the team, and have only gotten closer since. In fact, if you had to admit it you were harboring a not so small crush on the woman. But there was no way in hell you’d ever admit that, especially to her.

  At least that's what you thought. But when you open her message to see a picture of not only her smug smirk but her bare breasts as well, you contemplate running off to her right then and there and admitting everything. You however manage to reign in that thought to fully think about the situation first and decide to type out a reply

    Uh, Lena?

   It takes her a minute to actually respond, Yes?

  It's far too brief of a reply for you though and it also steps around the elephant in the messages entirely, You sent me a nude….

   Yes.

   You bite back the urge to ask if that was the only word she knew and instead decide to make this conversation an in person one. You shove your phone into your pocket and head off to find her. The first place you go is of course her room, and you knock on the door. There's a rustling on the other side before you hear footsteps, and that's when you realize something else must be going on here because you've never heard the spies' footsteps.

   The door opens with quite a bit of enthusiasm, causing your brows to shoot up and your confusion only doubles when Yelena's face beams at you from the doorway. 

   “Y/n, hiii” she greets before giggling a bit. The smell of alcohol on her breath is apparent and you try not to laugh but it's a bit hard when she shushes herself. That's when you manage to get a glimpse behind her and into the room however, and the sight nearly empty vodka bottle on her bed and the few empty beer bottles on her bedside table has all the dots connecting for you

   “Lena, you drink all that by yourself?” 

   She turns her entire body to look at where your gesturing and sways a bit, “Yup”

   You can’t help but chuckle at the way she pops the p sound, “Well, that explains the picture then”

   You had said it under your breath but she had still heard you and turns back around, “Oh yes! You like?”

   “Lena I…” you're honestly at a loss for words. Because yes you did like it, but you can’t tell her that while she's so clearly drunk because she might hear your yes and see that as a way to attempt to do other activities. Activities she absolutely can’t consent to in her current state

  “You didn’t” her frown brings you back out of your thoughts and you want nothing more than to kiss it off her face

   Instead you gently cup her face, “How about, we get you tucked into bed and we talk about that wonderful pic in the morning”

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#yelena belova x reader #yelena x reader #yelena belova #yelena x y/n #marvel #fanfic #marvel fanfiction

[revvethasmythh]

Have you witnessed discoursing about Orym in the past several months? Would you like to be more well-informed about the subject matter? Well, then, do I have a post for you! As a reference for myself and potentially for others:

A Comprehensive Write-Up Of Relevant Times And Contexts Where Orym Has Brought Up His Dead Family While The Group Discusses The Vanguard/Predathos--With Receipts

Disclaimer: these are all of the instances in which I was able to find independently through the Critical Role transcript search, not from rewatching everything. It is therefore possible there are some instances unaccounted for.

Episode 34. Post-resurrection after being killed by Otohan Thull, he brings up the fact that Otohan had a hand in killing his family to emphasize to Imogen how dangerous Otohan is and that she may potentially continue to be an issue for her specifically due to her apparent interest in Imogen (exalting her during the battle in the previous episode)

2. Episode 46. An early God Talk™️, prompted by Ludinus using (presumably) Feeblemind on Professor Kadija Sumal. He holds his opinion until the very end of the conversation, after entertaining Imogen's idea that "they make some good points" and listening to the group discuss if the gods are good or bad for several minutes.

"I don't need to debate it. I lost my husband and father to these people, I'm not on board. Some of the gods are terrifying, and some of them have put their thumbs on the scales for people for centuries, even in the last few decades. Who are they, who are we to decide who lives or dies, god or mortal or otherwise? I don't think they have any good points."

3. Episode 49. He brings them up combatively ("Well, Imogen, I wish. my family didn't have to die for their brighter tomorrow"), against Imogen's statement of, "What if it's not that bad? [...] What if what we're doing is just fighting change?" after she solely received a vision of a Utopia-like future from her mother. Imogen backs down quickly after his reproach and acknowledges that the vision was likely a part of cult brainwashing.

4. Episode 61. Orym pulls Prism aside, after she asks the party and Elder Abbadina if Predathos would cause a world-ending event, or if it would only be bad for some (the Elder did not know anything about Predathos at all), to say, "I don't think we know anything [...] The only thing I have to go on is the track record of the guys trying to bring Predathos out. And that track record is not very good." At further prompting from Prism about if he ever thought the Vanguard's ideas were right, he says, "Prism, I don't understand the gods. I don't know anything about the titans. I don't know an eidolon from eyeliner. [...] But I'm a widower, because of the people who want to bring this about. So it's hard for me to wrangle with the other side."

5. Episode 61, pt. 2. Orym listens to the party converse with Elder Abbadina for a little while longer before silently sneaking out "to go think about his dead father and his dead husband."

6. Episode 77. Another God Talk™️ with the whole party, prompted by FCG asking what everyone's motive was in going to the moon. For his reasoning, he says, "We don't know what's going to happen to any inch of this world if Predathos is unleashed. Yeah, this started with my husband and my father. It's so much bigger than that. If my life can secure the lives of everyone who comes after us, well spent."

7. Episode 92. After the death of another loved one to Otohan Thull, in response to Liliana's statement that temples might hunt down Ruidusborn in the theoretical event that Ludinus' plot is foiled, "Cold comfort for my family in the ground."

8. Episode 92, pt. 2. In response to a throwaway, thoughtless comment Ashton made that, "I hope [Liliana] is right. I really do. I hope her ends are fucking great because these means are just not forgivable." Orym has Chetney bring out Otohan's sword, jams one into the sand and declares, "This is the sword that killed my father and my husband. She is not right."

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So, with all of the information in front of us, what conclusions can we draw from them? When asked by others to assess if the Vanguard has valid points, Orym repeatedly abstains from having an opinion. Whether or not the Vanguard has a reason to be upset is irrelevant to him--what is relevant is the loss of life they have incurred along the way. Orym takes no stance on the gods, he repeatedly states he doesn't understand them or know anything about them or harbor much of a connection to them. As far as he is concerned, his role in this is to oppose the violence being done to the people of Exandria. Why waste your time debating the merits of a cult's ideology when you know, in the end, you will have to fight against them to end the slaughter? To protect people?

And for what it's worth, in almost every instance, Ashton has effectively taken the same side as Orym. I have not included all of these moments, but they are easily located if you wanted to search up these moments on your own. The continual focus on de-legitimizing Orym's opinion seems strongly tied to the fact that he has a personal reason to hate the Vanguard. But facts being facts, Ashton hates them just the same--and he has no love of the gods, either. He hates the Vanguard based on their actions, same as Orym. In fact, Ashton and Laudna have both expressed outright dislike for the gods, and all other Bells Hells except for FCG expressed ambivalence. This is not about the gods. Not for Orym, not for the others who remain. This is about no more bodies on the pyre of Ludinus' machinations.

P.S. if you know of any other instances this topic has come up that I have not included, please feel free to let me know! I want this post to be as comprehensive as it can be, but I am fallible and may have missed something. Don't be afraid to tell me about a scene I missed!

#is this a little bit petty? yes #but also i genuinely did want all the info in one post for reference's sake #so hopefully this reference has helped others as well as decent compilation of information! #cr tag #I contemplated maintagging this. but. maybe that's a little too petty even for me #anyway the people who want to find this will probably find this. so.

[kismet-cat]

there's a certain moment in ghost trick that hit me oddly hard when i first played it and that i keep coming back to. it's lynne's final death — when she jumps to save kamila from the explosion in the sub while yomiel is still possessing her. specifically, that moment from yomiel's perspective.

because, like. obviously lynne didn't (primarily) mean to save him, but... i can't help thinking how that might have felt for him. yomiel, a character defined by the trauma of having no one (left) who gave a shit about him after dying-but-not-really. yomiel, who has not had another person really "see" him or care about him for ten years. him, in a matter of seconds, going from threatening this girl with a gun (again), after everything that led the both of them to this point, to her, immediately, instinctually, leaping toward "him", reaching out to "him", trying to save "him".

(and of course, it wasn't "him". it's not him that she cares about (hah, imagine that!). it's not him that she saw. even if their eyes met. but, for those brief seconds... maybe some part of him believed that it was. maybe he let himself believe it.)

it's such a shame that he canonically doesn't remember it, because it sets up him saving her at the end of the chapter with the robo claw perfectly. ah well.

#ghost trick #ghost trick: phantom detective #ghost trick spoilers #yomiel #lynne #analysis #this is also obviously a big moment for lynne. it's the stepping stone between her saving memry (“a death any detective would be proud of”) #and her defining moment of empathizing with yomiel's despair #lynne is very good. she's the heart of this game in many ways #my brain just happened to latch onto the dweeb and his cat more

[sweetnans]

The teachers always said that you looked like a couple of grown-ups. The love that they expected from Bakugo to somebody else wasn't like the one that he gave you daily. They were stunned, to say the least. He became someone softer, someone who cared, someone who could stay quiet and just exist, not in loudly way.

The battle has just begun. You did your best trying to evacuate the town that was close to the hospital, and you were tired, strained just like your other classmates, Izuku, Ochaco, and Shoto.

The heroes set up multiple campaign tents to refuge the people and the heroes as well. They didn't have any news about what happened in Jaku but you could guess.

"You okay?" He said sitting beside you. Putting his arm behind your shoulders so you can lean on him.

"I'm tired and still shocked," you answered, looking around you. People running, trying to communicate with the other teams and with their relatives too. It was a mess. "We could've die"

"But we didn't," he shrugged simply. He was like that, the rock that grounded you to the earth when you tended to be emotional. "I'll never let anything happen to you, y'know"

"I know," you whispered, trying to restrain the tears that pricked in your eyes. "It's just... I'm scared that I'll lose you"

"Hah? What do you mean?" He elevated his voice just an octave to prove his points. He wanted to be loud, but the circumstances weren't very propitious.

"I know you, you say a lot that you don't care, but you do, and I'm afraid that you trying to save everyone is going to end up in you being hurt" you whispered, like you were telling a secret to him. "I'm so used to you. Please don't do anything stupid that will end up in you leaving me"

Being in a relationship with Bakugo was more easy than you could believe, but it wasn't a walk in the park either. He didn't do emotions so well, and even if you did, you didn't show them often to not make him uncomfortable. But right now, you were dying to tell him everything and get it off of your chest.

After a long silence, you looked at him. His arm pressed tightly in your back. He was looking to nothing, passed the forest, just staring and thinking. You were everything to him, and it was unfair that both of you had to have this conversation so early in your life, damn you were only seventeen.

"I promise that nothing is going to happen to me or you, I'll always be here to protect you and keep you safe"

He looked directly to your eyes and pulled you tightly to his side. He wanted you to know that he meant it, every word. He would keep you safe and be safe just so you can't suffer.

"I love you, Katsuki," you said tearing up a little.

He rolled his eyes when he saw that little tear spilled from your right eye.

"Yeah, yeah, I love you too, brat." he cleaned the stain from the tear of your face and reached something behind himself. "Got you soup, I bet you haven't eaten"

"Thanks," you said, taking it from his hand.

The silence between the two of you was pretty comfortable. You enjoyed the company of each other more than you could ever expect, the quietness, you wouldn't even imagine it from the loudest of your classmates.

"I can't die," he said out of nothing. You glanced at him with a lifted brow. "Who's going to take care of you? Shitty hair? Fucking Deku? No way, I'm not leaving your side".

You laughed at him while shaking your head, he was something else.

"You still got concrete on your face," you pointed out while taking a spoon of soup.

"Can you believe that a group of old hags tried to take it off with their wet fingers?" He said with disgust all over his face.

"Wet with...

"Saliva" he stated looking at you with big eyes.

"Ew," you said, shrieking with laughter. "Let me do it for you"

You wet your finger, and he let you willingly. After you smudged the concrete out of his face, you sealed it with a loud kiss in his cheek.

"Y'know what I think of PDA," he quirked a brow at you.

"And you know what I think of what you think"

You answered, kissing him all over his face to prove your point. He gave up after a few kisses, kissing you back.

#bnha bakugou #bakugou smut #bakugo smut #bakugo x reader #bakugo headcanons #bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugou #mha bakugo katsuki #mha x reader #mha bakugou #mha #my hero academy fanfiction #my hero academia #bnha

[rougecreator1]

Sooo… I have an idea. Poly!plastics x reader where reader has a concussion caused by some cheerleader things but she is like “I’m okay” and then her girlfriends notice something is wrong with her. (Regina will be really mad at her for hiding her injury). Thank you so much, I love your writing!

Totally Fine ||

|| Poly!plastics x fem!reader

(i myself am poly!)

|| Warnings: Regina being Regina, reader getting concussed, swearing, Regina arguing with reader, brief mention of throwing up, reader in hospital

|| Summary: reader's part of the cheer team, her girls go and support her only to watch reader fall from the pyramid much to their concern. Reader insists she's fine, turns out she's very much not and her girlfriends know it. They take reader to the hospital, with some scolding from Regina.

Requests open!

Started: April 27th

Finished: May 2nd

~~~

When finale bell rung, you started packing your stuff to leave the classroom. Filling your bag with the various books and papers you had from your English course. Once everything was together you headed out of the classroom; going to your locker to put your bag away and grab your cheer clothes. You had after school cheer practice today and you were looking forward to it.

As you walked to the locker room, you took out your phone and texted the group chat you had with your girlfriends.

You: are all of you still coming to watch? 💕

Gretchen was the fastest to respond, she usually was. She'd never leave you on delivered for more than two minutes unless she was genuinely busy with something; even in class she still made time to text you.

Gretchen: ofc!! omg dw we'll be there 🥰

Karen: be wear?

Gretchen: y/n/n cheer practice, kare 😭

Karen: oh yeah! oow 💕💕💕💕

Regina: oow????

Gretchen: on our way 💀

You laughed a little at their conversation, finding it amusing how Gretchen could always translate for Karen. Sometimes you could understand what she meant, other times you would have absolutely no idea what she means.

You send them a quick text back before shutting your phone off.

You: ilyyy all 🫶🫶

Once you arrived in the locker room you got changed and chatted with some of your cheer friends as you guys walked to the field together; laughing and mostly chatting about various rumours.

Ashley, the head cheerleader, got everyone organized and the Captain went over today's routine. Just some simple stuff, practicing the cheer for Friday's football game. It would be the first of the season and you were excited. It wasn't your first year doing cheer, so you knew what to expect. Usually routine, same old chants, ending with the finale pyramid.

You guys spent about twenty minutes going over your routine, by this point your girls were in the field stands watching and cheering you on. Honestly Gretchen and Karen would kill it on the cheer team. Maybe you'd try and convince them to sign up for next year.

"Alright, ladies! Pyramid up!" The Captain shouts, looking directly at you since you were her flyer (the person at the top).

Everyone got into position, you got to the top of the pyramid and struck your pose.

"Hold it!" The Captain says, watching all of you and checking your stances.

You guys were able to hold the pyramid for a good few seconds, until disaster happened. One of the girls who were under you helping keep you up began to tremble. She was new, she wasn't used to this. You braced yourself for what you knew was coming.

There was a longer pause than you had expected, you ended up letting your guard up because of it. Maybe you were fine. Wrong.

The moment you thought that she dropped you and you fell with no time to brace yourself.

Hitting the ground with a thud, the Captain rushed over to you and knelt beside you.

You felt like the wind had been knocked out of you, you were dizzy. Nauseous. Everything was spinning as you groaned and tried moving onto your side. Pain shot through your body.

"Woah, woah. Easy kid." The captain puts a hand to your shoulder and frowns, watching you with an intense concerned gaze.

You stopped trying to move as your girlfriends rushed to your side.

"Oh my GOD! Are you okay? Are you hurt? How many fingers am I holding up?" Gretchen rambled out, feeling an overwhelming amount of concern as she held up two fingers.

You saw three and stared at her in confusion, trying to keep up with everything she was saying. By now the cheer team had gotten out of the pyramid and were standing a good distance, watching everything play out.

"Three...?" You mumbled, your speech slurred which confused Regina. You sounded like you were drunk but she knew better than to think that, she looked over at the Captain who seemed to be thinking the same thing as her.

Concussion.

Gretchen's eyes widened when you said three instead of two and she looked at Regina," Regina, what do we do?"

"Nothing. I'm fine." You assure her, trying to stand again and push through it.

"You are absolutely not." Regina sighed, narrowing her eyes at you as you tried to push it off like it was nothing. She knew you well enough to know it wasn't nothing.

"Oh yeah? Would someone who wasn't fine be able to do this?" You decided to show off a bit to prove your point. Doing a backhand spring, the only reason you landed right now was because of muscle memory. You nearly threw up as your head spun.

Regina groaned loudly and placed her hands on her hips while Karen clapped and smiled at you. Gretchen looked at you with pure worry.

"Fine! Wanna act like a tough girl? Act like a tough girl, see how tough you feel afterwards." Regina rolled her eyes and dragged the other two back to the bleachers, Gretchen really didn't want to leave your side but let Regina drag her.

Your Captain looked at you with worry," You sure this is a good idea, kid?"

"I'll be fine." You assure her.

Cue yourself eating absolute shit in three... two...

Ten more minutes pass, you do your best to keep up with the routines in your state. You were doing totally fine, until you started seeing spots and your vision went black.

~~~

When your eyes began to slowly open, you felt yourself blinded by hospital lights. Squinting you glanced around you, not moving from where you laid.

You could see Karen and Gretchen sitting beside you, Karen holding your hand and rambling about something to you.

She knew you had been unconscious when she started talking, she just wanted to talk to you in case you could hear her so you didn't feel alone.

You looked around a little more, spotting Regina pacing in front of your hospital bed. Her eyes met yours and you could see her expression shift from concern to anger.

"You're such a fucking idiot!" She shouts, startling you, Gretchen, and Karen.

"Regina!" Gretchen gets up, walking to the blonde in hopes of calming her down. Regina just puts her hand in front of her to stop her.

"I told you you weren't going to be fine! Why didn't you just fucking listen to me?"

You frowned and looked away from her, you had tried to hide how hurt you actually had been because you didn't want them to worry. You didn't want to burden them with you. Turns out, that just made things a whole lot worse.

Gretchen glanced at you and mirrored your frown, she felt bad for you. She hated that Regina was yelling at you for this, couldn't she have at least waited until you were out of the hospital? This was the last thing you needed.

Karen kept her hand holding yours, giving your knuckles soft rubs with her thumb as she tried her best to comfort you in silence. She knew better than to talk over Regina.

Regina narrowed her eyes at you when you looked away, she grabbed your chin and made you look at her again. She pulls you a little closer to her face.

"Never fucking pull this 'I'm fine' bullshit again. You hear me?"

You nodded slowly and she let go of you. As she did, you let out of breath.

"I'm going to talk to the doctor about when you're allowed out of here." With that, Regina walks out the door. Slamming it shut behind her. Making all three of you flinch from the sudden noise.

You shared a look with Gretchen as she returned to where she had been sitting before next to you and Karen. She rests a hand on your leg.

"How do you feel?" Her voice was so much softer than Regina's had been, you appreciated that about Gretchen.

"Like my head was run over by a bus." You mumbled, you had a killer headache. Regina's yelling did nothing to improve it.

"Do you want anything? Water? A snack?" Gretchen asked, frowning when heard your response. Her instinct was to take care of you and that's just what she was going to do.

You slowly nod your head, trying to ignore how that simple movement made your headache worse." Please."

Gretchen gives your leg a soft squeeze then gets up, going out of the room to find a vending machine. She trusted that more than the cafeteria food.

Karen stays with you, keeping her hand in yours as she talks to you about anything and everything. Hoping it distracts you from whatever pain you're going through. You don't have the heart to tell her it's making your headache worse.

"I'm not ready for this math test, like what even is it about? Do I need to know what an adjective is? Because I don't know what an adjective is.." Karen rambles on, you raise an eyebrow at her wondering what the hell adjectives had to do with math.

You just listen to Karen's ramble, occasionally nodding your head and adding in your little bit to the conversation.

~~~

You spent the following couple of weeks recovering, your girls taking care of you. Though mostly Gretchen & Karen. Regina was still pissed at you and wanted to make damn sure you knew that. So, Gretchen and Karen came up with a plan.

They had told Regina they were both busy one night and that they'd need her to keep an eye on you. Make sure you weren't doing anything to make your injury worse than it was. Regina argued, but they pleaded because they didn't want you to be left alone. Regina rolled her eyes and very reluctantly agreed.

She stayed over at your house that night, you spent most of the time in bed. Every now and then Regina would walk into your room.

During one of her last check ins, she noticed that you were asleep. She walked over and rested her hand on yours, watching you with an uncharacteristically soft gaze.

"I know I've been rough on you, but you were a fucking idiot." She was barely talking above a whisper, not wanting to risk you hearing her.

"I still love you. But seriously you're a fucking idiot." Leave it to Regina to not let you forget how much of an idiot you were, even while you were asleep.

#x reader #canon x reader #fanfic #fem reader #wlw fiction #mean girls x reader #mean girls #regina george #regina george x fem!reader #regine george x reader #gretchen x reader #regina x gretchen #karen x gretchen #karen shetty #karen x reader #regina x karen #gretchen wieners

[maxarchive]

F1 Grand Prix of Miami | Media Day May 02, 2024

When he [Adrian] started at Red Bull, he was incredibly important for the success that they have. I think over time, his role has changed a bit. And I think a lot of people don't understand what he was actually doing. I don't say he wasn't doing anything - but his role has evolved. A lot of, you know, good people came into the team that has strengthened that whole department. Of course, I would have preferred him to stay, for sure. Because you can always rely on his experience. Just as a person, he was a great guy to relate to. He was very bright, very smart. And he would also talk to the driver. And then he would interpret that into the car. And he would try to imagine himself driving. But I also really trust that the technical team that we have outside of Adrian is very, very strong. And they have basically shown that for the last few years how competitive the car is. So on the outside, it looks very dramatic. But I think if you actually know what is happening inside the team, it's not as dramatic as it seems.

What has been the impact on you personally, this year so far. The allegations made against Christian [Horner] and now Adrian departing because of those allegations.

Well, I think all of these things a couple of years ago would have been a bit unexpected. But, I think it's always very important to remain calm and focus on your job. Know who you're working with. Feel comfortable. And at the end of the day, we need to have the fastest car. That's what I always demanded. That's what we finally got a couple of years now. And, we have a very strong technical team that are part of the team still for a long time. So, yeah, basically, it goes on like it was going.

Have you tried to talk to him? Convince him to stay?

I don't need to convince anyone. Because at the end of the day, if someone really wants to leave, they should leave. That's also what I wrote to him. We talk. I mean, it's not like suddenly you don't talk anymore. But if you think that is the right decision for yourself and family, or you seek a different challenge or whatever, you have to do it. At the end of the day, F1 is a shark tank. Everyone thinks about themselves at the end of the day. I know that. I’m not stupid. So that’s fine.

Are you surprised that he was able to negotiate an early release from his contract to potentially leave and work with one of your rivals?

In a way, I'm also not surprised. Because we respect him a lot. And we will always be very, very thankful for what he has done for the team, you know, over all these years. And that's why I think, yeah, I mean, I'm not talking for Christian. Remember, because at the end of the day, he has to discuss that with Christian about how the release terms and stuff are done. But I'm not surprised. Because I think, in a way, it would be maybe also a little bit unfair, you know, to try and just put him on gardening leave for a very long time, just thinking back at what he has done, you know, for the team. So, I guess there's, you know, there's mutual respect between two parties.

Would you like to see him stay?

Yes, for sure. But he says to me that he wants to seek a different challenge. Anyway, he's done so much for the team. It's not like he joined, hasn't achieved anything, and then leaves again. He's done so much that we're very appreciative of that. And then, at one point, it's been for, you know, how many years? Like 19, 20 years. So, if you then at one point say, like, that's enough, I want to do something else, that's fine as well. But you cannot deny that we would have probably preferred him to stay.

Do you think he's able to cause trouble when he's signing for a different team?

I think always, you know, with a person like Adrian, with his experience and, of course, the knowledge that he has from our team, it should be an advantage. But, on the other hand, at 26, again, you know, everything is very, very new, very different to how the cars are now. [The earliest he would] potentially join another team is in '25, then normally the cars are already designed for that year. That is something that you don't know how much influence he can have. But, for sure, with new regulations, if he would go somewhere else, with his knowledge, you know, he can bring a lot.

Are you afraid more people will leave?

I mean, I cannot speak for everyone else. At the moment, I think everyone is happy with their roles in the team. And who knows, maybe with Adrian leaving, what it will do to the team. It might not always seem negative, you know. And this is not something bad towards Adrian, but you see that in a lot of different companies, sports, sometimes. You know, when somebody has been part of the team for a long time, and then suddenly they leave, it's not always a negative thing. Maybe it promotes young talent. Of course, there will never be another Adrian, but that's what's fine with it. So, it's very important to appreciate what he has done. For us now, it's very important to just work with the people that we have available, and they are very good at what they do.

So, you’ve not been offered a contract for 150 million euros [Mercedes]?

At the end of the day, even if, let's say, that were the case, money is not going to be the differentiator for me to go somewhere. I'm happy with what I'm earning. It's about performance. Because I know myself that if I will be driving for P5 or P6, you get quite grumpy with yourself. So, it's always about performance at the end. I mean, everyone knows that, Toto also knows.

So, when he says that he is waiting for you. It’s quite a strange comment.

I think everyone should always be optimistic and hopeful in things. But at the moment, I can say that I'm optimistic with the team because I believe in the project that we have, with everyone involved. But at the end of the day, in sports, but also in life, we don't know what's going to happen in the future.

#max verstappen #f1 #miami gp 2024

[xurory]

HONEY, I KNOW YOU

after encountering something that triggered you during your mission with silver wolf, you couldn't help but let it get the best of you.

pairing. blade x fem!reader

cc. trauma . rev comfort . stellaron hunter reader . 3rd pov during the dream . stabbing . blood . cursing . 1.6k words

lately, you haven't been yourself. and the sudden shift of your demeanor was quite literally obvious. because who doesn't notice when someone becomes all gloomy after being known for her bubbly and sparkling personality almost her entire life? that's right.

it all started on an evening after a mission of yours with silverwolf that let's say.. did not go as planned. you walking in wearing a somber face expression was the least of your co-workers expectations.

well, they had expected you to be all happy that you came back to them in one piece and probably gossip with kafka right after. but no. you did the unexpected.

heading over to silverwolf to fetch your phone that she had borrowed to send something to her account and then leave almost immediately. not daring to even spare a glance of the people surrounding you.

everything went quiet, your co-workers looking into each others eyes suspiciously after what the hell just happened. "did you do something again?" kafka asked, cocking a brow towards the tall man leaning against the a wall beside her.

"yeah, blade, what did you do!" silver wolf added, shifting her tone into a slight louder one.

blade shot the two with a confused look, not even he knew what he had done to make you upset to the point you had to ignore them like that.

it felt odd. you. they weren't used to you being like this. and they weren't looking forward to be. even if you looked way too joyful sometimes, they liked you for you. well, especially blade. he's your lover after all.

it pained him to see you that way.

blade has decided to check up on you, leaving the room without a word said. he reached your shared bedroom, hesitantly knocking just before he slowly opened the door.

to his own surprise, you had already fallen into deep slumber. how quick was that. maybe you just weren't in the right mood, those times happen.

the next day, nothing really changed. you remained the same as yesterday, as if you had no spark left in you.

and you couldn't contain it any longer. you hated how you basically treated them like nobodies, refusing to talk about anything.

if only they knew what happened when you entered that one storage room during the mission you were currently accomplishing with silver wolf.

"fuuckkk.. that hurts." you wince, cover the freshly created wound on the side of your stomach. you thought you had entered a safe room until you heard chuckling behind you. "hey, there you are."

you immediately picked up that the woman in front of you was an ally of the enemies you were trying to catch. but instead, she caught you. raising her weapon up, then hitting you hard on the head.

"sleep tight, princess." she muttered, you could see through how blurry your vision at the way her palm lit up then slowly placed her hand above your head, unconsciousness claiming you.

"daddy, please stop hurting mommy!" the little girl screeched, holding her doll close to her. she couldn't do anything but watched the way her father continuously stabbed her mother on her torso, blood splashing everywhere.

the terrifying scene unfolded in front of the girl, with a dreadful look in her eyes. tears steamed down her cheeks while she continued screaming and begging for the man to stop hurting her mother.

all of this was the result of a petty fight, leading to bloody scenes that left a bruise on the mind of the daughter. "you- motherfucker! die! die! die!" her father repeated, leaving the bloody knife that ached against her trembling thighs.

"mommy...." she murmured, shaking in fear. why did it have to end like this? why did she have to watch her beloved mother die in the hands of the man she looked up to?

her father had gone insane, and it affected the way he looked at her daughter, too. he glared at the seven year old standing a few feet away from him, grabbing the knife out the woman's flesh as more blood came out.

his actions made take a few steps back, stumbling in the process. distress flooded her pretty eyes, the ones that her mommy used to compliment every single day.

"daddy.. please don't be mad anymore.." she begged, silently praying that he'd leave her alone, only he wasn't satisfied until he absolutely ruined her like she meant nothing to him. perhaps right now, she really didn't.

he did it all out of his uncontrollable anger that has been going on for years, it's a huge surprise his wife tolerated him. he roughly grabbed her by the collar of her shirt, staining it with the dried up blood all over his hand. "listen here, you little shit. i fucking hate you, and your mother." he spat, making her condition worse.

"im ashamed i ever loved the two of you." he added more to her pain.

she looked up at him like a hero he was to her, and he crushed it all like a chip laying on the floor.

"im sorry daddy, please don't be mad anymore. it's okay, surely mommy will forgive you once she wakes up." oh, how clueless she was.

she was willing to do that, she knew her mother would forgive him the same way she did. the man's hand never let go of her shirt, his anger getting worse every passing minute. "shut the fuck up." he growled, aggressively throwing the girl against the wall, hearing her cry out in pain.

she was absolutely damaged.

"y/n. you are no different from your mother. and that's what i hate about you." he yelled, doing the unexpected. stabbing his little girl on her thigh the way she did with her mother.

she screamed loudly, the agonizing pain flowed all over. "daddy, please stop! it hurts!" soon after, he pulled it out and walked away like nothing had happened. leaving the girl crying against the wall trying to stop the bleeding using her doll.

everything hurts. from the moment her father walked out of her life, it all came crashing down into a thousand pieces begging to be picked up and put together again like old times.

you woke up sweating, head aching. the dream you had suddenly flooded your mind, the memory of your family falling apart and ending in bloodshed felt like daggers.

fighting back tears as your vision blurred, standing up from the cold floor and heading to the door to find silver wolf.

the remembrance made you weak in the knees, your hands shaking from the thought of it. it's like you were seven all over again, sobbing with the pain she carried all together effortlessly.

what happened pushed you to your limits. i mean, you totally ended the woman that did that to you but still. she reminded you of a memory that could break your bones any day.

walking past silver wolf who was playing games in her own world, she unfortunately noticed you and obviously called.

"heyy! come play with me!" she offered joyfully, patting the spot beside her. you were about to decline and go somewhere else until someone gripped your wrists and dragged you out of there.

of course, it was no one else but blade.

"hey- where are you even taking me?" you ask, trying to slip out of his grasp. he locks the two of you in your shared bedroom with a stern look on his face.

to your surprise, he lifted you to sit up on your desk and gets in between your legs, placing a hand against your thigh to prevent you from escaping. "it's either you tell me what's going on with you or we'll be stuck like this for hours." he says.

you stared at him for a good minute without exchanging of words until you couldn't anymore. soon enough, you tore your gaze away from him, looking down.

"okay, fine." sighing.

blade nodded, listening to you.

"you already know about my past. and during my mission with silver wolf the other day, some woman knocked me unconscious and then put some weird spell on me that made me dream about it." you confessed, voice cracking as you did so. "she made me recall a memory i never want to remember ever again—and it struck like lighting to me. i already forgot about it after so long and i can't afford going through the same pain again such as thinking about it almost everyday."

hot tears steamed down your cheeks uncontrollably, and blade was there to wipe them away. he pulled you to his chest, caressing your head affectionately.

you rarely ever broke down like this to him, so obviously he wouldn't take it lightly. you were strong, you do not cry about small things. so whenever it comes to moments like this, he knows youre badly hurt.

your endless sobs troubled him, letting your tears stain his clothes. he'd rather you come and dump your problems to him instead of shouldering them all alone.

"perhaps every time im reminded by what my father did, ill always end up like this." you weep, hugging his waist closer.

"and thats okay." blade whispered, reassuring you.

he hated seeing you cry. your tears were equivalent to multiple sword slashing him down. and if he had the chance to take your pain away and keep it to himself, he would. no hesitation.

blade hadn't moved an inch during your hug with him, maybe this time, he'd let you pull away first.

shortly after, you pulled away to wipe away the excess tears on your face as you sniffled. your eyes had gone puffy and the drowsiness was getting to you.

"im sorry for ignoring you." you apologize, grabbing his hand.

silence was all you received from your lover, but you knew he forgave you, of course he did. his hand went up your chin to make you face him, claiming your lips with his.

through the passionate, deep kiss—blade felt you smile.

finally.

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[sukumii]

Some Sukuna brainrot cuz I have nothing better to do

NSFW | MINORS DNI

Sukuna who's uterly obsessed with you, everything about you screams perfection to him. How could he not obsess over you when you look at him with those oh so innocent eyes?

Sukuna who finds himself collecting every little trinket of yours that he could get ahold of. Be it your old notebook, a paper you doodled on, even your favourite panties that mysteriously went missing after your gym classes.

Sukuna who needs to be touching you one way or another. He swears he can't go on with his day without having his hand dangerously high up on your thigh at least a couple of times throughout the day.

Sukuna who watches as you get wasted in a bar where a party was hosted by a graduating senior. He has decided that he was watching you long enough and he now needs to feel your skin against his once more.

Sukuna who can no longer keep his throbbing dick in his pants. No, of course he can't. Not when you're humping him like a bunny. Oh you're just so fucking cute, aren't ya? Under the influence or not, you're definitely doing something to him.

One thing led to another, and you both ended up tangled in the sheets, with Sukuna burried deep inside your needy cunt. He was in could 9, finally being able to breed your cute pussy after months of relentless pinning.

Sukuna who has one goal and one goal in mind that night—it was to breed you so hard that you'd be round with his child the next time he sees you. He came so hard to the point of sensitivity that night, but he was adamant about putting a baby inside you, whether you liked it or not. He was spent, he passed out after a couple more shallow thrust in your leaking pussy.

Sukuna woke up with a headache, and a throbbing dick that was currently burried deep inside your pussy. To say that he was confused was understatement, but he would he lying if he said that he didn't enjoy what you're doing.

Sukuna whose breath hitches at the sight of your perverted grin. There was a sinister glint in your eyes that tells him that there's more to you than what he had initially thought.

"I'm glad that you're finally awake, 'Kuna~" He moans at the sudden clench of your insides. "I've always been guilty about my obsession over you, buuut..."

You wave his phone that was opened to reveal his carefully compiled album of you doing a variety of tasks—cooking, studying with friends, grocery shopping, taking a bath, even fingering yourself in the comfort of your own bed.

"You seem to have a little obsession with me." His breath hitched at your warm breath against his ear, "I didn't expect this, to be honest with you. But seing as you have almost half of the amount of images I have with you, I'm assuming that you're just as obsessed as I am."

With a one last thrust, you both came. Fluids overflows from your pussy and drips down his balls and onto the sheets. Fuck, since when are you this hot? This bold?

Turns out, Sukuna's cute little bunny was a naughty fox in disguise, eager to hump his dick and take his release anytime.♡

#sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna #jjk x reader #sukuna x you #jjk x you

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Boxer Exchange

Mushy May in Lucifer's Hollow: Day 1 - Cuteness Aggression

Mountain x Rain

This fic is set in an alternate universe in a town called Lucifer's Hollow. For Mushy May I'll be using the prompts to post little snippets of life for the humans and ghouls that live there 💙 Thank you to @forlorn-crows for putting Mushy May together!

~ In Lucifer's Hollow Mountain has a little farm and sells flowers at the local farmer's market. Rain meets him there while selling his art. ~

Warnings: some suggestive things but otherwise just fluff! nsfw just in case, 18+ only/mdni, 400 words (thank you to @gothdaddyissues for the dividers!)

The chickens were the final straw.

Ok, not exactly the chickens themselves but the ghoul currently out there feeding the chickens.  The earth ghoul that Rain had been daydreaming about relentlessly since he had first seen him at the farmer’s market.  The ghoul that filled up an entire sketchbook at this point with another soon to be added to the pile.  The one that Rain had maybe, possibly confessed his feelings to the night before.

But really, after sex like that what else was he supposed to do?

Looking back, Rain probably shouldn’t have tackled him in the chicken pen.  There were feathers and…other things all over the ground.  One of the hens, Princess Penelope if he remembered correctly, had already wandered over to pick through Mountain’s hair.  The earth ghoul himself was peering up at Rain looking equal parts amused and confused.

“Uh, everything ok?”

“Yes.  Yes, I’m fine.”  Rain flicked an errant feather off Mountain’s chest, his eyes following it for a moment before he couldn’t help but look back at all the skin on display.  Mountain quirked an eyebrow up, his big hands slowly sliding up Rain’s thighs and his tail wrapping around his waist.  “This is your fault actually.”

“My fault?  I’m just out here feeding my chickens.”

“Naked.” 

“I have boxers on.”

“You have my boxers on.  They’re barely covering anything!”  Mountain only gave him a dirty smirk in reply, his fingers digging into the water ghoul’s ass.  Rain had grabbed Mountain’s boxers before he came outside since his own had been missing from the bedroom floor.  After looking out the window and seeing Mountain with his hair in a messy bun wearing just boxers and a pair of pink boots while he sweet talked his chickens well…  “I will not apologize for my actions.”

“Duckweed, you can tackle me whenever you want.”  Rain rolled his eyes at the nickname but before he could complain about it he found himself being manhandled as Mountain stood up.  He ended up slung over Mountain’s shoulder which he definitely would have bitched about if it didn’t give him a great view of the earth ghoul’s ass.  “We should shower and then have breakfast.”

“Is that all?”

Rain couldn’t help but shiver when Mountain chuckled.  

“Oh don’t worry,”  Mountain pinched his butt and Rain yelped, scaring the hens off that had wandered close.  “We’ll do lots of stuff in between.”

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pixeljade: #it IS very much a complex issue and I feel like saying that has been pissing off a lot of folks on both sides #one fact i would add to the table is that the current actions against palestine DO constitute a genocide by definition #its a word i hear pro-Israel people get very upset by because they think it is inherently comparing this to the holocaust #but its not. some people DO and thats its own discussion. but calling it a “genocide” is simply accurate and undeniable

Speaking as someone who was that pro-Israel person in her teens and very early 20s, the reactions you're describing are 800% cognitive dissonance freak outs. Most of these people, like me, received either directly or indirectly from their Elders in the Jewish community a very trauma-induced and deeply emotional information about the history of this situation, which boils down to: "They tried to kill us all once and they didn't now we finally have returned to the Promised Land, the only place we have to shield ourselves against It Happening Again. Israel's detractors hate that Jews can defend themselves now, and if any of them, including the Palestinians, were to have their way, they'd see us all dead. We must defend ourselves at all costs, and not let anyone ever put us in existential danger as a people ever again."

And then to have some rando 19 year old who knows jack shit about your or your community or your community's trauma to get up in your face and start screaming at you about genocide? It's only going to trigger that intergenerational trauma, and cause the party being screamed at to dig deeper into their defensive, cognitive-dissonance fueled response. Which, if we were to boil that response down to a thought process, looks like "This person hates me and all Jews. They think we're a hive mind who don't deserve to live. Thank G-d for Israel."

What's complex, is that not everything in that trauma response is wrong, and not everything the dumbass 19 yo who has no interest in unpacking their own learned anti-Semitism was wrong.

Israel's actions towards Palestinian Arabs since 1948 does fit several definitions of genocide and/or ethnic cleansing. And many of the Westerners who scream about it the loudest are fairly openly anti-Semitic.

Now, as someone with big Holocaust intergenerational trauma in her family, I am sympathetic to the Jewish kid in this scenario. But cognitive dissonance is just that: the domain of a child. Adults understand that cognitive dissonance is a little voice in our head telling us "Hey comrade our discomfort with this is a little much. Maybe this is a learning opportunity?"

I mean, that's what I did. But it's difficult. Its uncomfortable, and that scares people. It's much easier to believe that "They call it the Naqba because they hate us and think our survival and access to national self-determination is a disaster,"* than it is to understand that "They call it the Naqba because it was the near total dispossession and ethnic cleansing of Palestinian Arab populations from their generational homes and properties."

And again, everything I'm saying here is a result of my journey from a hardcore Zionist-in-the-contemporary-sense child (though always left in terms of domestic US Politics), to a grown Holocaust historian who understands that Israel is no better and no worse than all the other nation states (for new readers, I understand the nation-state as a political entity, the logical end point of which is genocide and/or ethnic cleansing), and openly criticizes it on those grounds.

*A rabbi in a youth group I belonged to told me this almost verbatim when I was 15. And when you're 15 and somebody tells you they love you you're gonna believe them.

#this post is clunky but i have a fever so w/e #i have great love and compassion for my community as an american jewish woman #so much of how american jewry remembers the history of israel is shaped by our collective trauma #sometimes in ways that we ourselves don't understand #i'm not here to shit on them #but i am here to compassionately call them in #and the only groups who i don't expect that compassion from #are actual palestinians