#I feel like my brain is one of those pinball machines

[ohworm-writes]

Hi!! Im back (Same anon who requested the soft!dom Nikolai), hope your day/night is going well ^^. Okay, for the life of me I cannot stop thinking about Nikolai with a virgin reader, and every time I do it makes me go crazy 😩😩 like, he already knew about the fact she’d never been with anybody intimately and he couldn’t care one bit, simply content with just kissing and cuddling, even being around her. However, one night the reader comes to him and says she’s ready to lose it, and Nikolai couldn’t be more excited. Honestly feel like he’d be nervous, not wanting to hurt her, even as he’s slowly opening her up with his fingers and she’s moaning, or when she’s begging for him to put it in already as he shush’s her and tells her to be patient.

Ultimately I think I’d be the softest experience ever, and he’d be nothing but gentle and attentive to her, do you think you could write something like this?? (Sorry for it being long again omg but I had sm to say 😭) and obv take ur time <33 🫶🏽

I'm so obsessed with your soft dom Nik thoughts anon like you have absolutely no idea. They wrack around in my brain like a pinball machine. I can't explain it to you any better than that, and I absolutely adore it.

PAIRING f!virgin!reader x Nikolai RATING R - Restricted [ Content warnings: 18+ mdni, soft dom!Nikolai, fingering, soft sex ]

He definately wouldn't care whether or not you're a virgin. To him, it isn't something that really matters much to him. If anything, when considering the act itself, it almost brings up, like you said, a sense of nervousness or anxiety to him in the fear that could possibly come with hurting you.

He isn't a small man, after all. In all aspects.

But when you come to him one night when he's lying down on the couch, spread out comfortably and ready to watch a movie with you, hearing you whine and keen out to him about how you need him... who is he to deny you? You - his sweet, precious, beautiful girl, needing to be taken care of.

That's his job as your boyfriend, after all. Is it not?

He brings you onto his lap, hands on your hips gently kneading the flesh of your thighs, keeping it simple at first as he kisses along your skin, slow and calculated, ensuring he lavishes all the attention he can possibly give to you. To worship and adore you in all of the ways that you deserve.

Hot, heavy, messy kisses, nothing short of tongue and teeth. Sloppy. Wandering hands that grab and grope, your flesh spilling out between the gaps of his fingers. Uneven, shaky, gasping breaths from the both of you, so desperate for more, yet equally trying to keep the situation controlled.

But you need more. And he gives it to you.

He switches your positions a bit, making you lay with your back to his chest, one of his big, warm hands shimmying itself beneath the waistband of those pretty, loose shorts that you had been wearing, two fingers gently teasing around your sex.

You're so fuckin' wet and it drives him absolutely crazy.

He'd use two of his fingers to spread your folds apart, his chin resting on your shoulder as he listens to all of the pretty sounds you make as he teases your cunt. Even with two separate layers of fabric separating your pussy from the open air, both of you can still hear just how wet you are.

One of his fingers is about as thick as two of your own, after all, so after long minutes of waiting, even one of his fingers makes you cry and whimper. And fuck, the way he just explores your insides, all slow and calculating, and then, when you're ready, sinking another finger into your drooling pussy.

Nik's singing you praises all the while, too. Pressing soft kisses to your shoulder as your head falls back onto him, whispering about how warm you are, how you're making such a good mess of his hands, how nice you sound, how you look fucking gorgeous falling apart because of him when he's barely even do anything.

You can feel him getting hard under you, too. Especially with the way his free hand presses down on your lower tummy, molding you into him as he slowly finger fucks you until you practically have tears in your eyes. As loving and caring as he's being, he's going so fucking slow, never giving you enough to be able to cum.

Whimper and whine all you want, but he's exploring your pussy! He wants to make sure he knows how every inch of your insides feel, the way your slick drips down his wrist, the little squeezes you make around his fingers. Let a man have his fun. :(

"Patience, апушка (sweetheart)."

He stresses, tutting you softly as you beg for him to go faster, for him to make you cum, and for him to just fuck you already. It's like he's patronizing you, almost - but the honey coating his voice is too similar to a siren's call, and it simply encourages you to listen.

And oh, is it worth it.

Nikolai is a man of many talents, but making you cum in record time and with such accuracy and precision is, in your humble opinion, his most impressive one.

He moves his arm that holds that hand that was inside of you under your leg, his other moving down to your clit as he presses you into him - even if you thrash, it won't stop him - as he just abuses that poor little pussy of yours, fucking his fingers in and out of you with one hand, curling them against and targeting that spot that makes it hurt to breathe while his other slaps and rubs your clit until you're seizing.

He makes you cum so hard you swear on you forget how to breath properly, cries so high pitched you can't even hear them, drool slipping out of the corner of your mouth, foot cramping, sweat coating every inch of your body.

Every sensation is just too overwhelming but gods, does it feel good.

That's why it almost pisses you off when he asks if he went too far and if you're okay, helping bring you back down to Earth with gentle kisses and a concerned voice. He brings his hands away from your sensitive pussy (not before licking his hands clean and almost cumming from the taste), tracing gentle figures across your skin as he waits for you.

He's so worried that, even from fingering you, he might have hurt you in some way. Even when you reassure him that you're okay and that's the hardest you ever came and that you still want more, he's so worried and hesitant even if he doesn't outwardly show it. You're his girl, and he'd never want to hurt you. :(

Beg him a little more and a little harder, though, and he'll cave. After all, he still hasn't taken care of his own arousal, his cock so hard he swears to himself that it hurts, and you're pussy is all stretched out and wet and waiting for him, right? And you still want his cock to fill you up, right?

And he does just that. He pulls his cock out from his own joggers that he had been wearing, shimmying them down just enough as he pushes the fabric of your shorts to the side. And fuck, the way you're drooling from your little hole has him weak - even seeing your pussy has him on the brink.

He's so cocky and smug all of the time, so he can't help himself than to be a bit of a tease, tracing his tip along the outside of your pussy, tapping it against your clit and tracing it down towards your hole, never pushing in, just having his fun. But even he can't take it for long, having to bite his lip and just go for it.

He's so careful, distracting you with a hot and heavy make-out session, hands at your hips, gently massaging them as he sinks you down onto his cock inch by inch. Not only is his cock thick, but it's so big that even a few inches in has you whining and needing a rest before he tries to keep going.

"So good for me... doing such a good job, yeah? Look at you. Look at how well you take me."

He's talking to himself and he knows it, but he doesn't care. Not when you're so warm and wet and willing to take him.

When it comes to him actually fucking you, he takes his time - similar and different to earlier. His fingers are different from his dick, obviously, so now he's especially careful and considerate about your comfort - always checking in, always making sure you're okay and that you're feeling good as he bounces you up and down on himself.

Have you ever heard that thing that guys will avoid looking at you and do things like a times table in their head to stop themself from cumming so quick? No? Yes? Whatever the case, lucky for you, that isn't Nik.

He's so obsessed with the facial expressions you're making, the sounds that are coming out past (both of) your lips that his own climax climbs up with such suddenness and force, slamming into him as he does you.

A broken curse in Russian falls from his tongue as he can't help himself, his balls emptying out into you without warning, the faintest whimper coming from him as he fucks himself into overstimulation just to make you cum. :( He doesn't care how sensitive he is, he just wants to see you fall apart.

And just... ugh. Aftercare king >>>

He makes sure you're comfortable and gets you all cleaned up (even though he himself has trouble walking from how hard he came), bring you some water and some pain killers and something to eat if you ask, and makes sure you get all the praise and love you could ever ask for. <3

#nikolai x reader #nik x reader #cod nikolai x reader #nikolai cod x reader #cod x reader #call of duty x reader

[itsclydebitches]

I'm preparing myself for the personal disappointment of Ted going back home to Kansas (even though I don't believe that's his home anymore) and that Trent will see him off in a ruby slippers shirt, especially since Lance has worn one before and we now know a lot of Trent's shirts are coming from his closet:

But in writing another meta I've been thinking a lot about Ted Lasso's clothing, particularly how it is used to connect with others and showcase growth. Sometimes that attempt is a failure and the growth is a detriment to the character, such as Nate trying to copy Roy's all black suit, and sometimes it's a success and the growth is something to celebrate, like Roy finding a compromise between his and Phoebe's tastes with his dark-colored, tie-die t-shirt. Beyond the issue that I don't want Ted to go back to Kansas at all (not unless the intention is to have him realize that Richmond is his true home now), a Dorothy shirt would fall flat for me because there's no in-universe connection to Ted. We as the audience understand the allusion because we've been picking up on hints since Season 1: Ted makes a quip about not being in Kansas anymore, he holds high scores on a Wizard of Oz pinball machine, he's surrounded by other allusions such as an emotionless man in need of a heart (Roy), a scared lion who rejects being a panda (Rebecca), and the comedic, presumed idiot who does in fact have a brain (Jamie). But all of that exists on an analytical level. In-world, Ted hasn't identified with Dorothy and what few connections there are -- such as that acknowledgement that he feels out of his depth in a new world -- are no longer accurate three seasons later, after a hell of a lot of growth. Unlike the suit and the shirts that exist overtly on screen as a way to say, "These characters are sharing a connection," Trent talking to Ted in a Dorothy shirt would feel too removed from textual!Ted and textual!Trent to have the same impact. This shirt totally sums up his story!... provided you've done the work to interpret all the easily missed hints and ignored the ways in which a Wizard of Oz ending would (imo) be a regression for Ted.

With an acknowledgment that I'm playing with all this through the assumption that Trent's shirt will have something to do with Ted, rather than us just getting an Overtly Queer shirt to show that Trent has fully embraced who he is, I've been hemming and hawing over what I'd give him instead. In some ways, Ted is notable for his lack of distinct fashion. He wears Richmond gear 70% of the time and the rest is plain colored long-sleeved shirts and collared shirts with polos. It's a distinctly Ted look to be sure (passionate and athletic vs. soft, comfortable, and mildly professional while still feeling approachable), but there's less material to work with than, say, Keeley's vibrate, quirky wardrobe; or Rebecca's preference towards outfits that emphasize her power as a kind of shield: wealth, beauty, her height; or -- of course -- Trent's move from buttoned-up journalist to queer bracelet, queer mug, queer style icon t-shirts. I can't think of anything Trent could wear off the top of my head that would a) be within his "vibe" and b) scream "I'M DECLARING MY SUPPORT AND/OR ROMANTIC LOVE FOR TED FUCKING LASSO."

Except, of course, for a "BELIEVE" shirt.

While I love and fully agree with Ted's speech about how belief needs to come from within and, thus, their sign is not actually necessary, a part of me is still disappointed that "BELIEVE" is no longer a visual part of the club. I'd be more willing to accept letting it go if we hadn't seen that Ted himself still relies on those visual reminders. Not only does he choose to put the sign up in the first place rather than simply telling the boys to believe in themselves, but back when Nate was doubting their chances in Ted's apartment, Ted sprints to his bathroom to retrieve one of mini signs he, obviously, keeps on hand and presumably sees every morning, soon as he gets up. It's important to him, not just the message, but the physicality of the reminder itself, so I've been expecting/hoping for the message to return in a new form by the end of the season.

Granted, that little moment was a while ago and it's possible that the writers didn't realize the implications it would have when Ted later ripped up the sign. However, another reason why I don't think my expectation is completely hopeless is because of the Season 3 promo, wherein all the Richmond family make their own BELIEVE signs. Forgetting a small gag back in Season 1 or 2 is understandable, but the promotion for the latest season? Why in the world would our advertising emphasize -- and celebrate! -- all the characters creating signs of their own if the message was meant to be, "Let the sign go. It's no longer needed"?

We didn't get this scene in the show proper, but it still speaks volumes that they filmed a moment where every character puts their own spin on the BELIEVE sign, using it to highlight their personality. Then, we end with a shot of Ted's touched approval as he talks about feeling seen.

Chronologically, Trent would have been around for all this. There's no need for the team to make their own signs until they realize the original has been torn and, obviously, Trent had become a part of the family by then. He's the one who discovered how the sign was torn in the first place. So if we read the promo as canonical, even if it didn't end up in an episode, why wouldn't Trent have joined in with everyone else? Thing is, he doesn't have a locker to hang a sign on, or even an office to put it in, and given that he's worn the same two bracelets and consistently used the same mug, there's really only one way that Trent shows his personality:

Shirts.

Some of which are notably brightly colored with blocky text referencing American-style learning.

I don't want Trent to walk into the finale with a Dorothy shirt whose importance only exists on a subtexual level and heralds Ted leaving the actual home he's worked to build. I want Trent to strut out in a bright yellow shirt with BELIEVE across the front, announcing to the world that, yes, he believes in the Lasso Way. Give me the implication that he had this made when everyone was personalizing their signs. Give me a fully confident "dork" who's willing to excitedly proclaim his love and support without fear of censor. Give me a BELIEVE reminder that's now tailored to the individual and can be worn or safely tucked away as needed. Give me the possibility (because it's not gonna be canon😭) that Trent is in love with Ted and he's going to display that in the most overt but-not-actually-saying-it way possible.

He sees Ted and he loves what he sees.

Dorothy and her allusion don't exist in the textual show proper and they're definitely not connected to Trent's relationship with Ted. What is though? The very first words Trent said about Ted that weren't an insult, accusation, snide remark, or disbelieving question:

"I can't help but root for him."

What better way to take Trent full circle than to let him literally wear his heart on his sleeve, shouting in bright colors and with a noticeable vibe that yes, he does believe in Ted Lasso.

#Ted Lasso #Trent Crimm #Tedependent #mymetas #y'all I feel sTRONGLY ABOUT THIS OKAY

[amethystfairy1]

Hello and welcome to...

✨Amethyst's Scribbling Corner✨

Also known as "I wanna practice writing short/get new ideas and this seems like fun, and I'm curious to see where it goes so let's give it a shot."

I've always wanted to try writing prompts/requests for the sake of trying new things and stretching my writing style a bit, it's always seemed like a ton of fun. I participated *cough* am participating almost done 😭 *cough* in Whumptober for the first time this year, and recently with TTSBC and Traveling Thieves, as well as this blog picking up steam, I figured it was a good time to give it a try!

SO HERE'S THE DEAL

Once a week(ish I promise nothing my brain is a pinball machine with a bunch of AUs and fandoms slamming into each other like demented bumper cars) I will make a poll tagged 'Amethysts Scribbling Corner' and I'll put in the poll a handful of requests/prompts that I've either dug up on my own or that I've received from anyone who would like to send one in! Whichever prompt wins the poll, I'll write it and post it! I'll probably make a new series on my A03 account just for fics that come out of this titled 'Amethysts Scribbling Corner' as well!

Use reblogs, replies, asks, messages, I'm not picky!

They can be as broad as a simple one-word prompt, or you can even give a brief description of a couple sentences!

Requests for certain ships or characters are encouraged for sure! Just know I'm more likely to use the ones that're for ships I already write for...but I mean...looks at TTSBC notes...there's plenty to choose from!

Also feel free to submit asks or requests for other fandoms, I'm currently living my best Hermit/Traffic/Empires fanfic gremlin life, but I've also written a ton for Haikyuu and Jojos, if those interest anyone! Pretty much any fandom that I've posted for on my A03 account is fair game!

Last thing: Feel free to request where you want the fic to take place! Especially when we're taking Hermit/Traffic/Empires stuff, if you want it to be within the Minecraft server world of that specific series, within a certain one of the Life Series, a modern AU, a fantasy AU, or even TTSBC or Traveling Thieves if you have ideas for them! Just know that if anything requested for TTSBC or Traveling Thieves contradicts or maybe overlaps with any future plans for those AUs, I might not be able to accept them 😓

As far as rules go...I do not write NSFW. I am happy to write romance and let things get a little spicy 🔥 but keep in mind I'll always end up fading to black...also no heavy gore, violence, body horror, things of that nature. I am very much a fan of writing whump and hurt/comfort though, so please send those ideas my way!

I think that's all...I hope for this to be something fun to give me a way to try out some new things in my writing and give everyone who has so kindly supported my stories so far something fun to engage with!

Requests are open now! Reply to this post, reblog, or send me asks or messages! I'm excited to see what we end up creating together!

💖💖💖

TL:DR: I'm opening prompt requests for short writing/short story practice! Rules in the post above!

#Amethysts Scribbling Corner #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #traffic smp #hermitcraft #through the sky blue cracks #traveling thieves au #hermitshipping #trafficshipping #life series #empires smp #haikyuu #requests #whump #whump writing #writing prompt #fic prompt #requests open #requests are welcome #taking requests

[giovanni-solos]

My solution to absolutely everything that troubles me late at night is to yell to the rooftops about whatever has my interest, be it yapping off in my brain or reaching out to my bros. But tonight I decided “here we go I’m giving up my wack ass AU to Tumblr” as my coping skill.

It’s an age swap au mostly centered around DazAtsu (this is your cue to leave if your not here for that) and the 18 Dazai navigating through grief and life in the agency, along side his strange growing feelings towards Atsushi that he just can’t seem to name. the way I see it is that since him and Atsushi have swapped ages, it’s either his past would have taken place much earlier or he would have just skipped the years in hiding and gone straight to the other side like Oda had wished of him.

I’ve actually had two fanfictions written for it so far that have almost NOTHING to do with adjusting to his life because of inconsistency but I will still post the first one as well as the second one hoping I didn’t just copy paste the same exact link twice. Funny story I actually came up with this thanks to taking part in the 2023 DazAtsu week over on twitter before I deleted the app and account, it came with a art piece I’ve featured previously on here, those are (kind of) their designs but those aren’t the updated ones. God now that I’m thinking about it I’ve been cooking this up for MONTHS and haven’t said or done much of anything on it publicly.

Actually while I’m on my tangent here is the doodles, showcasing them mostly

The next one is an unfinished piece I made for them

I leave a lot of things unfinished in terms of both art and writing. But, without further adeiu here’s some little facts I managed to keep bouncing in my pinball machine of a brain:

• Dazai had been in contact with Ranpo after Oda’s death and received an offer to become a detective. While waiting by the iconic river for who he thought was Ranpo intrusive thoughts struck him and he jumped into the water. Atsushi fished him out and gave him his coat.

• he’s been stealing that damn huge coat any chance he gets ever since

• Dazai had one of Oda’s shirts, it became a source of comfort after his friend’s death to the point he just hardly took it off.

• Atsushi’s attire, though hardly professional is actually acceptable considering what his ability does to clothes.

• Yosano, Dazai, and Kyouka all share a close somewhat familial bond over their dealings with the port mafia and Mori. Yosano also has a spare key to Dazai’s dorm incase he relapses.

• Dazai still cannot cook for shit no matter how people try to teach him, not even his mentor crush Atsushi is successful in doing so.

• Dazai always feels intimidated by Fukuzawa, and tries his hardest to avoid eye contact with him afraid he’ll disrespect him.

• the dynamics of skk and sskk are mostly unchanged other than sskk being both wiser between themselves, and skk being two feral little shits that need to be put in cages.

not sure if I mentioned Chuuya and Akutagawa being swapped like Dazai and Atsushi. Oops.

Look at that you got to the end, feels good? Bad? Well you got here anyways. I quite enjoyed rambling to the walls of my enclosure hoping to be given a piece of cheese, I actually forgot about my stresses for a moment whilst i ran to go grab my sketches. ‘Twas nice, happy holidays you crazy people who decided to read this post.

#bungou stray dogs #dazatsu #bsd #dazai osamu #atsushi nakajima #bungo stray dogs #bsd atsushi #bsd dazai #age swap au #dontknowwhattocallitbutilikeit au #this is a mess #I like it messy #this was fun #I should ramble more often like this lmao

[rosella-writes]

Happy Fridaaaay I have a POEM FOR YOU for dadwc, it's by Paige Lewis <3

When I Tell My Husband I Miss the Sun, He Knows

what I really mean. He paints my name

across the floral bed sheet and ties the bottom corners to my ankles. Then he paints another

for himself. We walk into town and play the shadow game, saying Oh! I'm sorry for stepping on your

shadow! and Please be careful! My shadow is caught in the wheels of your shopping cart. It's all very polite.

Our shadows get dirty just like anyone's, so we take them to the Laundromat—the one with

the 1996 Olympics themed pinball machine— and watch our shadows warm

against each other. We bring the shadow game home and (this is my favorite part) when we

stretch our shadows across the bed, we get so tangled my husband grips his own wrist,

certain it's my wrist, and kisses it.

I love this one so much 😭 it's rewired my brain chemistry. For @dadrunkwriting

Pairing: Solavellan Rating: M Words: 744

~~~

It has felt as if some kind of epilogue has begun. 

Solas wakes beside me. He is tucked against my side, the one that lacks my hand, and my arm fits perfectly around him. The way he lays on my shoulder, nose turned towards my neck so he can breathe me in as he sleeps, reminds me almost of a child. As he extricates himself from dreams, I extricate us from the sheets that have tangled around our legs in the night. 

I remember our dreams — we find one another, sometimes, as we would when we were apart. Our pasts follow us like shadows, stretching behind, before us on the ground. I used to be afraid of them. Now they are old acquaintances, marks of our history and how far we have come. His shadow echoes a wolf’s as it wraps around our feet, between gnarled tree roots, through tall grass, beneath aravels — mine is winged, like a dragon’s, and chases. A game of cat and mouse, where the cat lets the mouse go in the end instead of eating it. 

Now that we are awake, he reminds me, in a voice thickened with sleep, how I had once chased him down in the Fade in the form of a Dalish courser. I promise to try that again next time. 

We can’t see those shadows as we move through our days. But I feel them. The wily, proud nature of that wolf is in Solas’s light footsteps, in the way he sneaks up behind our son and spooks him, in the way he approaches me with lanky, lazy strides and folds his body beside mine on the settee as I sketch out schematics. I hear it in his laugh when Tulin tells a joke he must have heard a thousand times. I feel it in the curve of his smile as he looks at both of us — pride, pride, pride. 

My dragon is less visible to me. Solas says he feels it in my fierce protection of Tulin, in my encouragement of both of them to try difficult, maybe even dangerous things so long as they go together. He does not tiptoe around it, but he does lean close to say, “Ir abelas, hahren, for treading on your shadow” if his teasing goes too far. He is not afraid of me — but still, he tells me he sees courage in this dragon, even valor. 

We have our time apart — we need it. We are solitary creatures, this roaming wolf come to a den and this dragon forming a nest, and without my time at my forge and his with his paint, we would unravel. But we fall into bed together at the end of all of it, and the sheets once again tangle between our legs. 

Our bodies tangle more now than before. It is as if we can be closer even than skin on skin, now that we have known each other. Even when Solas uses the sheet to trap my hand, only to kiss me so deeply that he forgets and lets go. Even when his hair catches in my armpit and yanks his head back. Even when he accidentally knees me in the hip as he leans over me. These silly foibles of gravity and physical form, made more fluid in the Fade, are welcome here in this bed where the shadows aren’t visible, but pool beneath us all the same. 

I wonder sometimes, in loving me the way he does, if Solas offers himself any of this. I hope he does. I can’t sustain him alone, and neither can Tulin — Solas must drive himself, motivate himself, feed himself. It feels like that is true when he loves me this way, awake instead of asleep. In loving me with joy, withholding no part of himself, he allows the most vulnerable parts of himself to be loved in return. 

At least, it seems that way, especially when he has wrapped his arms around me so tightly that when he upturns a wrist to kiss it, it is his own, not mine. We are so tangled that, despite me only having one, he has lost which hand is mine and which hands are his own. 

“Enough,” he chuckles. He traps my hand — truly mine now — within the sheets and twists. “Virelan, enough, you can stop laughing.”

I don’t — he has to kiss my laughter away, out of fear that Tulin will wake up.

#solavellan #post trespasser #virelan lavellan #solas #tulin #dadwc #my writing #virelan x solas #dragon age #dragon age inquisition

[tarrenterror25]

(tho)ugh(ts) no one asked for, but my mind has no mouth and must scream

Ya’ll already know it’s about David Robey from Luther: The Fallen Sun because I’m super impatient and have to get it out there.

David Robey x F!Reader with degradation kink

Rating: E

Tags: degradation, some name calling/slut shaming, overstimulation, facial, voyeurism, exhibitionism, toys, F! masturbation, implied invasion of privacy(?)

!! Spoilers !! 

Notes: This is all over the place because my brain is like a pinball machine with this character right now.

David Robey likes to be in control of things, but more in the sense that he likes having an edge over people. He enjoys using people and manipulating them.

So he loves making you feel small when he’s having his way with you. He’s barely touched you, but you’re already soaked through your panties and he just chuckles and/or laughs.

“You’ve made quite the mess already. I’ve barely touched you.” “Silly girl, just can’t help herself.”

He’ll tease you and overstimulate you so much. He swears after each time that you come that it’ll be the last, he promises, but he doesn’t stop. He keeps going, fingering you, teasing your clit, pressing against that spot. You’re squirming so much from how sensitive your clit is, but he’s holding you in place.

“Oh, come on, I know you’ve got one more in you, darling.” “I thought you said you wanted this? Or was that all talk?”

He doesn’t stop until you feel like your legs might go numb from how many times you’ve come; your vision is blurry and you’re squirting so much for him. Your poor clit is so done for that all he’s doing now is pressing his fingers against it and it has you whining, begging for some reprieve. You’re saying that you couldn’t possibly take anymore, but all of the essence gushing out of you is saying the opposite.

Oh, he loves to watch you on your knees getting ready to take him into your mouth. Of course he’s going to make you beg for it, but he’s going to degrade you for begging. Look at how desperate you are, whining and whimpering for him just to be in your mouth. Whatever dignity you had is out the window because you’re ready to do anything to be one step closer to him fucking you.

“If anyone saw you like this right now, what would they think?” “Maybe I should show them, show them how silly and pathetic you look right now.”

When you’re sucking him off, he just gently rests his hand on your head, letting you do all the work of servicing him. He’s seen you do this plenty of times, practicing on those toys you had before you met him.

“Is that the best you can do?” “I’ve already seen what you can do with those toys, darling. You weren’t shy for the camera then, so no need to be shy now.” “You look much prettier with my cock in your mouth.”

He tells you how good you look taking him in your mouth, pulls out and comes on your face. Oh, and look at how well you just sit there and take it, letting him come all over your face, your tongue, and wherever else he wants to. You just enjoy being used by him, don’t you?

“Such a good girl.”

Definitely, uses toys and watches you use them on yourself. Don’t be so timid with it, where was all that bluster from before? Oh, sweet silly girl, he knows how much your pussy can take and he knows you can go deeper and harder on yourself. Go ahead, put on a show for him, show him how you pleasured yourself before you met him.

When he fucks you, he’ll have you say anything to boost his ego; tell him how lucky you are for him to be inside you, how no one else can compare. And look at you being such a good little hole for him, just waiting to be filled with his come. You might look sweet and innocent, but he knows your secret now, that you crave this, to be used this way.

Around his home, you’re wearing the most revealing clothing ever and he’ll have you do tasks where it’s impossible to get anything done without your ass showing or without your tits on display for him. You can try to adjust the clothes as much as you want, but he’s just amused at how embarrassed you are. Maybe he should have you answer the door like that? Get you really flushed and red hot with embarrassment. He’ll have you blowing him while he’s working or tease you right in front of those floor to ceiling windows where anyone might be able to peek in.

On the other hand, this man dotes on you like the lovely little plaything you are. He buys you all the nice and pretty things you want and insists you show off. He loves attention and you are an extension of him. He wants other people to see you, to wallow in the fact that they can’t have you because you’re his. Just as much as he loves to degrade you, you do so well when he does that he can’t help, but worship you the rest of the times. Oh, he loves to take care of you (mostly financially) and loves seeing how greedy it makes you for him. After overstimulating you, fucking you, he’s gentle and soothing, holding you close and telling you how good you were for him.

#thoughts no one asked for #david robey #luther the fallen sun #david robey x reader

[tobiasdrake]

What's the hardest video game level that you enjoyed playing, and what's the hardest video game level that you hated playing? Any game series is fine.

That is a really tough question. My ADHD brain struggles to come up with examples off the top of my head.

To be sure, I've encountered both so I know what you're talking about. I've had really difficult but satisfying experiences where I had to bash my head against the brick wall over and over again before finally getting through and feeling cathartic for it.

And I've had experiences that just felt cheap and un-fun, usually incorporating sudden mechanics or ideas that hadn't been part of the game until that point and that the player couldn't be expected to keep up with at this level of intensity. Or worse, elements that feel luck-based; Like there's no way to progress without just trying over and over and hoping for the best because skill is barely a factor.

I can't pinpoint a specific level but in general, I'd say that a hard video game I enjoyed was Hollow Knight. That game ramped up the difficulty in its harder levels, but the game was well-crafted to encourage player growth and cultivate player skills over time to reach those lofty heights.

Conversely, a hard level I can think of that I hated playing is the pinball machine in Sonic Frontiers. A cute reference to cult classic Sonic Spinball turned into an agonizing affair, the pinball machine is a mandatory gateway to game progression utilizing unique (and largely luck-based) gameplay elements created just for this one level, with shockingly high demands for progression.

I played Frontiers when it just came out and haven't gone back yet for the DLC, so I don't know if they've patched it to be better. But the pinball level was an astonishingly painful experience in an otherwise fantastic game.

#hollow knight #sonic frontiers

[laxmiree]

[CN] 5th Anniversary - Lucien (Prologue)

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT!! ⚠️

This post contains a detailed spoiler for a story that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

✧ 5th Anniversary Event | Prologue (you’re here!) | Creative Workshop | King Fuk Street | Wonderland | Star Plaza | Final Day- Heart Rain Lake | Roast! | Truth and Dare Pinball Machine | Random Event tidbits

Translation under the cut~

It was late at night, and I was leaning on the sofa under a blanket, reading a magazine.

Suddenly, the sound of a door opening slowly came from the doorway, and I was so happy that I quickly ran towards the door.

MC: Lucien, welcome home~

After opening the door, I hugged him, who was covered by the cold wind.

At the end of the year, Lucien's ongoing research work was coming to an end, and he was particularly busy during this time of the year.

But after being "kidnapped" by me, he now obediently goes home to sleep every night.

Professor Lucien, who never knew how to take care of himself, seems to be changing little by little.

At that moment, a soft voice rang in my ears.

Lucien: Outside is so cold today, nothing like home.

Lucien: So it's better to be here.

I glanced at the clock on the wall - 23:58 - and squinted pretentiously.

MC: Then why didn't Professor Lucien come back earlier?

Lucien: I know saying that I'll come back early next time is a cheap tactic.

Lucien: But I'll try to do that, and after today it won't be any later.

He raised his hand and rubbed my nose. His brows and eyes were curved, which made me laugh too.

MC: I'll remember that. So, I hope Professor Lucien will abide well.

When Lucien finished showering, it was nearly one o'clock.

The only thing left in our bedroom was a small night light, and the yellow light lulling us to sleep.

But we didn't lie down. We just enjoyed the short, quiet time that belonged only to us.

MC: Lucien, do you feel the year seems to have passed in the blink of an eye?

Lucien: Mmm, but doesn't the fact that time passes so quickly prove that we are living life to the fullest?

MC: No matter how full you are living, you can't be completely filled with work. Like, compared to the end of last year-

MC: You were not as busy at the end of last year as you are now.

Lucien smiled and mindlessly stroked my palm.

Lucien: That's because I've been working on a critical project report, so I've spent most of my time on it.

MC: Is it about some major development in brain science?

Lucien: Hmm… In all seriousness, it's difficult to categorize this topic, and this year is just the fifth year of this study.

Lucien: Therefore, I intend to make a summary report.

I blinked in curiosity, slightly stunned.

MC: Five years? 'Five' is a good number!

Lucien: (chuckle) Indeed, I also feel the same way.

The corners of Lucien's lips still held a smile.

Lucien: Although it took a lot of time to review and organize, I enjoyed the whole process.

Lucien: I was also a little nervous because it was so important, and I hadn't studied the topic in depth before.

MC: Oh? So there is a question in this world that can defeat Professor Lucien~

MC: If there is anything that needs help, I will certainly be willing to help! For example, those that are not relevant to the field.

My pretend bravado did make him laugh. Lucien pondered for a moment and then gently blinked his eyes.

Lucien: I truly need your help.

Lucien: After all, it was too dull to stay in the office and write this project report, so I wanted a change of scenery.

Lucien: Would you like to accompany me?

MC: Absolutely!

Lucien: Then we're leaving tomorrow.

MC: Huh?

I was stunned for a moment and realized what was going on.

MC: Have you already thought about where you're going tomorrow? Is it possible that Professor Lucien knew I wouldn't say no, so he decided to preempt me?

Lucien took my hand and interlocked our fingers.

Lucien: So, are you going to reject me now?

MC: If you ask me that, maybe I can try to refuse…?

Lucien: Even if I'm going to be sad and end up looking at the subject report anxiously by myself, will MC still attempt to reject me?

He pursed his lips, looking so heartbroken that I couldn't help but smile and rub against his neck.

MC: What should I do? Even if I know Professor Lucien is acting, I still can't be heartless.

Lucien: Indeed, nothing can be done. I have to make it difficult for you.

Seeing that he remained calm, I could not help but squeeze his palm angrily.

MC: Hum, so where exactly are we going tomorrow?

Lucien: I heard that there is a themed event called "Love World".

Lucien: I thought it might be helpful for my project report.

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MC: Wow, this "Love World" event is so lively. There are people everywhere!

MC: But a place like this… Is it really suitable for you to prepare your project report?

Lucien: Rather than the environment, I think the person beside me is more important.

MC: Oh? I had no idea I had the power to influence the world of brain science.

Lucien: I don't dare to make a judgment on that, but I know that MC can easily influence me.

Lucien: With her smile, for example, or with her casual remark.

//A REF TO LOTUS POND DATE HELLO??

MC: (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄ Professor Lucien has been guilty of trying to "make fun" of me again.

Lucien: Then, I'll stop here. After all, action speaks louder than words.

Lucien: Now, why don't we go to the hotel and check in first?

Lucien: I have booked a garden view suite. I'm sure you will like it.

After putting all my luggage away, I looked around the room, and my eyes fell on the "Love World" guidebook on the table.

Even if the map is smaller in proportion, it is easy to see that the area is large. And each theme area has a corresponding cartoon icon, which gives a very lively visual.

The guide booklet also contains detailed information about the random events that will take place in the park at different times of the day.

MC: Lucien, look, these areas will have a parade performance tonight.

MC: This "Love World" event seems to be much more eventful than what we've had in the past…

As soon as the words fell, I suddenly thought of something and held up the guidebook and shook it at Lucien, who was changing his clothes.

MC: I suddenly have a very reasonable guess-

MC: You're probably worried about missing out on some celebration, so you're staying here while preparing your project report, right?

Lucien: Well, that does sound reasonable.

He figured out my concern, smiled, and rubbed my hair.

Lucien: I really need a change of environment for my project report, so this lady should have nothing to worry about.

Lucien: I think I can be more efficient this way, and we won't miss all the fun activities.

Lucien: In the long run, it's a win-win decision. What do you think?

MC: ...Is it true that sometimes a different environment can stimulate the brain to generate new ideas?

Lucien nodded approvingly, took a scarf from the suitcase, and put it around for me.

Lucien: It seems that student MC now has a lot of insights about brain science.

Lucien: So let's go for a walk before we prepare the report.

MC: Hey, don't you need to take care of some project-related matters first?

Lucien: There is no need to rush. Let's just take our time.

#mlqc lucien #mr love queen's choice #mlqc kiro #mlqc cn #mlqc spoiler #mr. love queen's choice #love and producer #xu mo

[hawkinslost]

𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒔

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁  𝟶𝟶𝟷    :    𝐓𝐇𝐄    𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.    

NAME   :   blake   quinn

EYE COLOR   :   blue

HAIR STYLE  /  COLOR   :   dark   brown   hair   that   falls   past   her   shoulders,   typically   parted   down   the   middle   or   worn   in   a   half   -   up   /   half   -   down   style   with   pieces   framing   her   face

HEIGHT   :   5   ′   3   ″

CLOTHING STYLE   :   blake   mostly   shops   at   the   thrift   store.   she   wears   muted   earth   -   tones,   dark   washed   jeans,   and   her   well   -   loved   vans   and   converse.   lots   of   band   tees   with   her   favorite   leather   jacket

BEST PHYSICAL FEATURE   :   her   big   eyes

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁  𝟶𝟶𝟸    :    𝐓𝐇𝐄    𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄.    

FEARS   :    she’s   afraid   of   not   being   enough   for   anyone   and   the   fear   of   losing   people   she   loves,   but   isn’t   able   to   say   it   out   loud

GUILTY PLEASURE   :    i   think   i   said   this   before   but   blake’s   guilty   pleasure   is   her   earth,   wind   &   fire   album.   she   hides   it   under   her   bed   alongside   pat   benatar

BIGGEST PET PEEVE   :    she   hates   it   when   people   are   fake   nice

AMBITIONS FOR THE FUTURE   :    blake   had   dreams   of   leaving   hawkins   to   work   in   a    bigger   city   (something   to   do   with   music),   but   due   to   her   involvement   with   the   things   happening   in   town,   she   isn’t   able   to   think   of   herself   anymore.   the   people   she   loves   most   lives   in   hawkins,   she   can’t   imagine   ever   leaving   now

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁  𝟶𝟶𝟹    :    𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒.

FIRST THOUGHTS WAKING UP   :   she’s   actually   a   morning   person.  loves   waking   up   to   watch   the   sunrise   and   is   usually   thinking   about   coffee

WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT MOST   :   the   loss   of   her   older   brother.   she   still   grieves   -   some   days   are   harder   than   others 

WHAT THEY THINK ABOUT BEFORE BED   :   blake   is   usually   drowning   out   her   late   night   thoughts   with   music.   tries   to   listen   to   at   least   one   album   before   bed   and   sometimes   even   falls   asleep   while   doing   so

WHAT THEY THINK THEIR BEST QUALITY IS   :   her   loyalty.   blake   prides   herself   on   being   loyal   to   her   partners,   friends,   and   family.   she   gives   her   all   even   if   there’s   nothing   for  her   in   return

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁  𝟶𝟶𝟺    :    𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓’𝐒    𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑?

SINGLE OR GROUP DATES   :   single   dates

TO BE LOVED OR RESPECTED   :   she   needs   both,   has   spent   to   much   energy   with   a   boy   who   did   neither

BEAUTY OR BRAINS   :   brains

DOGS OR CATS  :    both,   she   loves   all   animals

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁  𝟶𝟶𝟻    :    𝐃𝐎    𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘…

LIE  :    if   it’s   to   protect   someone,   yes.   other   than   that   rare   occurrence,   she   doesn’t   ever   do   it

BELIEVE IN THEMSELVES  :    yes,   in   order   to   survive

BELIEVE IN LOVE  :    yes,   absolutely.  it’s   what   keeps   her   going

WANT SOMEONE  :   she   will   never   not   want   someone.   blake   is   always   wanting

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁  𝟶𝟶𝟼    :    𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄    𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘    𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑…

BEEN ON STAGE  :   she   saw   an   unnamed   band   in   concert   and   they   invited   her   up   on   stage 

CHANGED WHO THEY WERE TO FIT IN  :    blake   has   never   been   concerned   about   fitting   in   like   most   people   her   age

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁  𝟶𝟶𝟽    :    𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒.

FAVORITE COLOR  :    purple

FAVORITE ANIMAL  :    cats

FAVORITE BOOK  :   the   white   album   by   joan   didion

FAVORITE GAME  :   i   can   see   her   being   really   good   at   those   pinball   machines   at   the   arcade

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁  𝟶𝟶𝟾    :    𝐀𝐆𝐄.

DAY THEIR NEXT BIRTHDAY WILL BE   :   october,   5th

HOW OLD WILL THEY BE   :   18   -   22,   depends   on   verse   !

𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁  𝟶𝟶𝟿    :    𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇    𝐓𝐇𝐄    𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄.

I LOVE   :   my   friends

I FEEL   :    scared   of   the   future

I HIDE   :    the   feeling   of   being   wanted

I MISS   :   my   brother

I WISH   :    i   could   keep   my   friends   safe 

TAGGED  BY   :   @frogsface   thank   u   :,) TAGGING   :   @cheersleader,   @salvatoraes,   @jupitcr,   @forbaes​,   @daevilhorns,   @jockclairs,   @cheersleader,   @sheriffhop,   @robinbckley,   @videodingus,   @shtheads,   @metalcursed​,   @intrepidity​,   +   you   !

#／ HAWKINSLOST . HEADCANONS !

[troybarnesbabygirlconfirmed]

Wait okay- people talking about meltdown experience? I can do this.

I'll take this from the most recent time I can remember it happening. I'm the silent meltdown type, I don't really scream or lash out. (sometimes I do, but most of the time I don't)

It's sort of like... My brains a pinball game.

And most of the time throughout the day I'm playing the game and it's fun and I'm not losing the ball I'm just bouncing it around playfully.

But then there's those moments where I can feel myself lose control - like I pressed the button too late and I didn't hit the ball quite right.

There's too many overlapping sounds or it's too loud and I can't do anything to stop it.

There are times of course when I can stop it - by removing myself or putting on headphones. But when something like that isn't a possibility, like, in the experience I'm taking from, being in a school with very intense no-headphones policies, the pinball machine of my brain sort of goes off the rails.

I feel myself lose control of the ball entirely, it's bouncing around frantically making louder and louder noises and pings. It's like it's unsure of where to go so it just goes everywhere.

And I feel myself shut down. At this moment it's too late, but I still try to stop things. Most cases this involves me plugging my ears - usually with untrimmed fingernails, jamming in as far as they will go and causing pain - or covering my ears with my fists - equally painful, as I crush my fists against the side of my head and suffocate my ears.

The best this does is slow down the pinball a little bit, but it doesn't really work all that well.

There's a few minutes where I sit there, trying to stop myself from doing anything. Especially in school, my instinct is to shut down so I don't do anything stupid in front of a bunch of people who already hate me and mock me.

But then it happened anyway.

Out of fight, flight, or freeze, I typically do this.

Freeze, then flight, and then maybe a little bit of fight if there's someone trying to stop me doing the flight part.

So I run. From whatever situation I'm in. I run and after I run I typically cry and feel like throwing up or throwing something.

Things just feel so wrong.

Like the pinball has dropped between the crack of the two bumpers and I don't have any quarters left.

If anyone tries anything while I'm in this state, I usually lash out. Verbally, never physically. I'm not really the physical type. I know as a tiny little trans masc I couldn't do that much, but words are just as powerful weapons as fists. And they can get you in just as much trouble.

There are some cases where I don't get the chance to fight, or really do anything. There are times when my meltdown is entirely silent, and contained. This is typically when I go non-verbal.

The step after all this, a step that usually takes the longest, is reconciliation. I apologise to everyone I wronged, try to calm down my brain and fix things. Try to make sure no one, absolutely no one, tells my parents what happened. (That's a story for another time)

And that's my meltdown cycle.

this. this is a very good analogy… i will be using it. if that’s okay.

(also i get the parents bit) (in a VERY different way) (but i know what you’re talking about best believe) (and also i am so? so sorry that you have to keep that hidden from them.) (that must be really difficult and im sending love)

thank you thank you thank you so so much !!! i love you all and im giving you the biggest thanks for all this. copy pasted it into a little document HEHEHEOSNSKSK for reference <3 thank you rhank you thank you

[udonthreens]

top 5 disco elysium moments i have never played the game but ithink you should explain it like i know everything already anyways

anon uve triggered my autism beam

these r vaguely ranked but also i. i dont promise coherency and if i thought abt it with more brain theyd be different.

5) ok this is the last one im writing and idk. theres so many good scenes and moments and nevermind. the chair. the fucking CHAIR and evrart. it took me 200hrs to see what happens when u PASS the composure check like. tbh failing this check is basically canon. slide down it like a jello shot. again like the megarich container guy this is one of those possible early moments of 'ou this games a fucking weird comedy' and i just. best way to assert dominance with the corrupt commie boss like 'what a great display of... idek what that was' and im pretty sure u lose a rep point with kim if u fail it too like. kim dont be mad this is just my interogattion technique im not giving the rcm a bad rep i promise kim

actually some honourable mentions: lamby, boardgames with kim, joyce pale convo, kim voice dilligent boy, THE CHURCH I DIDNT MENTION THE CHURCH i love doin the dance after gettin shot its so funny. love the rave kids. shivers voice theres a hole in my heart. the fucking 'lookin to score some d girl!' bit with kim & acele thats comedy gold actually. thats brilliant. i might just start listening everything. pinball with kim when u pass it im just like. kim why dyou sound so smitten . the piss and fuck jackets. actually i really like the whole bit with the working class woman that was Devasting. even more so when i realised u could actually tell her ud look for her husband ...... i liked the jamais vu viscal pleasure wheel bit after (i think that was added with the update? yes it was) altho i dont remember specifics just. his brain reconstructin smth as idk.. smth to make him feel better? felt bittersweet. i should go see that scene again.

ok ill fuckin wrap this up. 'are u... a really good detective?' great line and not a moment per say but. the fact that jean just. hangs around the whirling for several days in that fuckin wig like, obvs he doesnt move spots bcs its a video game (despite the edc lines showin that he does do other shit) cuz u need to know where to find him. but he just fuckin commits like. the character building from all this shit for whats technically a minor character. brilliant. doesnt HE have a fuckin job to do. also titus is always in the whirling for the same video game reason so like. yes. yes to that rarepair.

3) communist book club and the tower building that was soooooo cool not to mention the fuckin hilarity of readin bout inframaterialism for the first time nd going "???? is this pseudoscience in the game or can it ACTUALLY fucking happen like wtf"

2) karoke. pass over fail tbh limbic system KILLS it (and its more lyrical spoken word doesnt fit the song nd also i thot id actually hear harrys voice during that scene and we kinda did but like thats a different tangent) and kims support 'detective du bois... it was down right tragic' and the edc or concept check? concept i 5hink that was like 'to him that represented being an rcm member perfectly' like HELLO??? kim bestie its not 2 late for a career change. AND not to mention gartes reaction to it like... u really get the feeling that he Will get rid of the machine if harry fucks it up. however i do like the pass as well bcs a) harrys had enough cringe fail b) jeans deadbeat litany of 'yeah its shit it sucked awful' like. thats how he talks 2 harry when hes being NICE its so funny. het life partners <33

4) mega rich light bending guy. AGAIN the weiss thingymay coefficent where ur like 'is this an actual Thing or is harry just fuckin insane' nd also i crit succeeded on my first playthru real early on when i hadnt seen any of the wacky shit yet nd it just. the -2 if u have the artcop thought the fuckin ultralib shit . u get like 4 ultralib points at LEAST if u pass/fail the right concept check. god not to mention kim earnestly suggesting rcm reforms like kim bestie kim kim my bestfriend kim its not 2 late for a career change. also if u get the 100 real and kims like 'ur full of surprises most of them bad but some of them good' soooo true <33

1) salami man.

#answered #anon

[hannahhbic]

2, 3, 9? If you like!

2} favorite tense (past/present/future)

Present tense because it makes my adhd brain happy lol. Like it feels more real and that helps me write better, if that makes sense?

3} favorite POV (first/second/third/etc)

Definitely third person, both singular and omniscient. I like reading in second person if it’s done really well, though! (See: the Broken Earth trilogy by N.K. Jemisin)

9} a passage from a WIP

Buckle up lol. This one’s from my (daiya) Chuck E. Cheese AU, where they’re in university and nebulously could or could not take place in my camboys AU as well. Hit the readmore. It’s long.

Asada, Yui (boy), Seto, Masashi, and Okumura huddle in the back of the arcade, somehow cramming themselves between large, unlabeled trash cans and abandoned, broken pinball machines. Seto tries not to notice the sticky, rough carpet beneath his left hand and refocuses on Asada’s words instead. The seven-foot-tall emotional support ginger barely fits in this improvised meeting place, head and shoulders sticking out all the way. He doesn’t seem to notice in his haste to deliver forbidden knowledge, however.

“Apparently, the Bumper Cars Incident-“ Asada begins but is interrupted by Seto’s salty voice. “You mean the reason we aren’t allowed on the bumper cars at all, get on with it.”

Picking up where he left off, Asada continues in a hushed tone, “I heard Sawamura whispering with Haruichi the other night. Haruichi said it was when Miyuki-senpai and Mei-san finally broke up for real. And Mei-san broke his nose-“

“Well now, I wouldn’t wanna break up this gathering of shitty first years,” Miyuki drawls in a tone that very much suggests the opposite. All five first years flinch in surprise, eyes widening. Kuramochi lurks behind Miyuki, feral grin barely contained by his lips.

Miyuki continues wolfishly, “but if you wanna keep those pretty teeth where they belong, shut the actual fuck up.” His eyes glint behind his glasses, promising something extra beyond the threat in his words.

The shitty first years in question squeak and take off running. Kuramochi laughs and calls after them, “Y’all get a 30 second head start! You’ll need it! Kyahaha!”

(Nabe has a full written report of the Bumper Cars Incident that’s locked in Kataoka’s filing cabinet somewhere. Everyone who sees it has either graduated or been sworn by “blood oath”, whatever that means).

The Bumper Cars Incident: prepared by Watanabe Hisashi

Eyewitnesses swear that it was a normal, if more violent than usual game of bumper cars. And then the screaming started (in the same tone as “and then the fire nation attacked”). Narumiya Mei and our own Miyuki Kazuya, whose breakup had been coming for several months, finally got into it. I will not be repeating the dialogue, as it was very personal (read: profane), but believe me when I say it was …impassioned. Miyuki was crueler than usual and Narumiya became upset enough to sock him good, right in the nose. Both Seido and Inashiro’s teams were banned for life in lieu of the proprietor calling the police. Miyuki was driven to the emergency room by Tanba and Masa got the Inashiro guys out of there immediately. Multiple gift baskets were sent to try to reverse the ban. They were all refused. Miyuki was fine; just had a bruised ego and lashed out for weeks if anybody brought up the incident in his presence. Oh, the nose was definitely broken, too, but that’s not important right now. Rei picked everyone else up in The Team Van and was extremely displeased to have been dragged out early.

#writing ask game #ask game #Hannah’s on her bullshit again #thanks for the ask! #my writing #my WIPs

[entoman-created-by-the-tallgreys]

I think they ♀️ gave me brain damage !

I got the memory of a goldfish I can't remember anything women are so they are so cruel like the combination of Hitler and the white master from 1619 of the white slave owners mixed with Hitler that's a woman women both those people were sociopaths women are the ultimate social has women seen men like tampons they use them they throw them away and when they break down women get extremely confused !

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Again I remember like a goldfish I make food in the microwave I forget about it I'm totally I forget about it most the time I'm in like a dream like stay wandering around I think I have Alzheimer's I'm a 30 year old man with Alzheimer's and dementia !

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But no doctor is going to deem me to be that way they're just going to say schizophrenic that is every doctor in the world's favorite word to use they're not going to say this person is completely messed up they're going to say it's a bad man it's a Unholy piece of s*** it's a schizophrenic send it to Hell throw it in jail beat it the rest of his f****** life !

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Give it the most powerful disgusting poison you can feed in pill form Make It Sick messes mine up make it suicidal with pills driving insane charge it a trillion dollars per pill just beat the crap out of it it's a white man who's messed up in the head who can't complete task can't get his life together messed up broken can't figure anything out anymore it's like a white zombie going around.

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I'm constantly forgetting even my own thoughts I've noticed I seem to keep forgetting my own thoughts my own memories my own feelings my day is my own desires the fact I need to go to sleep I just blacked out out of nowhere everywhere I'm a Black sheep.

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I don't get time to rest I don't get time to think I don't get time to feel and pull my ears are blown out again and it's a big f****** deal.

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I can't stand anymore I can't stand it therapy doesn't help therapy does no good therapy is like sending a computer to a technician except for it's not that simple but they don't know how to process you they can't help you only love and kindness and nurturing and a quiet place for a very long time will help you and you don't get that as a man you don't get anything that would help you as a man black man white man Chinese man Japanese man it don't matter where men Where Doomed !!!

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Just want to let you God damn know this, yeah I messed up reading my post you can tell that I messed up but I gave you the honest truth the best I can I really wanted to stop typing with my fingers and start typing my voice because people didn't like the way I type and it said learn the spell learn grammar so now I'm using voice typing and no one has anything to say until they start trying to say learn grammar Well, the computer doesn't understand grammar !

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Anyway yeah I make really long time to talk to people I want to talk to people I want to talk I don't want to talk to me I'm like that meth head going around everybody everyone's because I'm defense and they're afraid or something where do I go in society it just feel like I feel like a ball and a pinball machine I've been that way my whole life !

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#Mgtow #mgtow4life

[headinthstars]

excuse me, I make excellent decisions

- me, lying upside down with my mouth full of Doritos whilst watching YouTube and reading fanfic and blasting music all at the same time

#yes ​I make great decisions #i regret nothing #but also #i regret everything #haha #funny #funny quotes #idk #I feel like my brain is one of those pinball machines #mental illness memes #neurodivergent memes #just... yeah #goodnight #it’s only 7pm fuck #head in the starsss

[itjazzbicch]

2-0

Pairing:  Matt Jackson x Fem Reader

Summary: Based off Surging Waves:

The reader and Matt have a wonderful first date that ended with some spice and created a strong bond between them. With a busy schedule, the reader tries to make some time for them and they do find time in the ring, learning their ring chemistry and then some...

Warnings:  SMUT! (18+ ONLY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Requested by:  No one (But I hope you all enjoy!)

Word Count:  2043

Tag List: @demonqueen29​ @jessiebean00​ @new-zealand-chic​ @crowleysqueenofhell​ @justamess44​ @thatpanpal​ @hungmanhorsecarriage​ @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch​  @linziland13​ @xxx-jazz-xxx​ @writtingrose​

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF

[Hey Matt, I know we’ve both been busy lately, but here in the city, I have my own ring. Wanna hang out and get some training in? Here’s the address if you decide to come]

A true connection was established during my first date with Matt, that connection making my heart ache a little every time he was away.

It had been a little over a week since we had time to ourselves because of how filled our schedules were but with a day between shows in the same city, I figured this would be the perfect opportunity.

I was hoping I didn’t come off as clingy or desperate by that message. Not receiving a response was a bad sign in my eyes.

An hour had passed when I gave up. Matt wasn’t coming. With a tense, angry hand, I snatched my sweat towel, ready to exit the ring, but then I heard knocking on the door.

“It’s open!” My voice echoed throughout the room, eyes exploding with happiness and relief at the sight of Matt walking through the door with a gym bay.

“Nice ring!” Matt complimented, finding the apron and jumping up, getting a good feel of the ropes, “Man, I don’t think our crew even does this good!”

“Thanks,” I appreciated, “I put a lot into this ring.”

Matt always knew how to make my eyes lock onto him, adoring his tye-dye t-shirt, but enjoying the show much more when he revealed his bare chest, his abs built and tone, tossing his shirt off.

I was enraptured by his every move but also distracted and just able to roll out of the way when he jumped off the top rope and into the ring, coming at me.

A sharp wheeze made my chest seize, exhaling deeply in the corner, stressing, “What was that about?”

“I told you, next time we’re in a ring, we’re having a match,” Matt recalled, “Remember?”

That was during our first kiss and I remembered, clear as day.

A fiendish, playful smile was my response; nodding my head when I stood up in the corner across from him, smiling, “Oh, I remember. Remember what I told you? Don’t get too ahead of yourself.”

It was hard not to laugh when Matt turned away, as if there was a timekeeper's area, yelling, “Ring the bell! Ding! Ding! Ding!”

The first thing we did was get into a lock-up and this time, I actually had to use a good bit of strength. Matt was a lot strong than I anticipated, but I was able to keep up.

I tried keeping it simple with some chain wrestling, but our pace picked up a lot, especially since I was a high flyer. I was so used to moving so fast.

Lucha rolls, jumping off the ropes, dropkicks, arm drags, cross bodies; If we were on Dynamite, the fans would eat it up. We were basically wrestling a real match and it was astonishing how evenly matched we were.

All that fast-paced wrestling was wearing me down, so I decided to go for a pin. Matt and I’s hands were interlocked, trying to overpower one another, but I swept out his leg, then jumped on top of him.

With my head pressed hard against his shoulder, pinning him down to the mat, I called out, “One! Two!”

He kicked out and I tried again, pushing my head against his other shoulder, yelling, “One! Two!”

Matt was truly proving his strength, almost breaking my hold, trying to throw me off with a thrust of his hips upwards, but with a loud groan, I pushed them back down, keeping mine pinned against his.

Silence fell between us, a desirous look in his eyes when our eyes met, both of our chests heaving.

“Got damn it, I can’t take it anymore,” He heaved, breaking my hold and sitting up, cradling my face with both hands, powerful zealousness in his lips when they met mine.

His passion was so strong and stirring, small trembles radiating through his body, tensed up muscles that made his arms latch around my waist, keeping me in a warm embrace.

All those feelings flowing between us continued to grow stronger as my reaction was to return an even more spirituous kiss, my hands now cradling his face.

We probably could’ve kissed each other to the point where we stopped breathing and collapsed, but the sound of our lips popping free echoed in the room, the look of lust being shared between us.

“God, have I missed that,” Matt confessed, taking the moment to catch his breath.

“Really?” I whispered shyly; swimming in those deep brown eyes made me a little nervous. Everything about him was so striking, anything he did made my heart flutter and that intensified the second I felt his lips against mine.

“Yes,” He assured, chuckling like I was speaking nonsense, but the lust came back and kicked in hard, making me even more flustered, “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you and it feels so good to have what I want.”

Knowing that we were experiencing the same emotions regarding one another made that nervousness fade away, getting what I wanted to, kissing him along with a scruff of his beard.

I fell in deep, getting lost and we began to think unconsciously, our bodies beginning to move together.

“What do you think of turning this match into a submission match, hm?” Matt offered, thrusting his hips into me gently.

“You think you can make me tap out?” I snickered, shaking from arousal when his hands pinned my hips to his, biting at my lower lip and growling:

“I know I can.”

“I’d love to see you try,” I grinned, slowly grinding against him, able to feel how the tension bulging between his thighs, his erect cock creating tight friction against his shorts.

“Oh, I’m going to,” He pledged, swapping positions and slamming me against the mat.

Clothes were flung all over the ring, shoes kicked out to the floor. For a moment, I couldn’t believe I was doing this in my ring, but the emotions between made me careless.

Only focused on Matt, kneeling back down to the canvas, hand giving soft strokes, attending to the length and thickness of his cock.

Stars were spinning around my head already, my brain so pleasurably dazed that I had my own, slow-motion view, but the speed of our movements caught up to me.

Our skin was hot pressed together, stinging steaming trapped and it wasn’t going to get any cooler from here.

His smile against my lips showed his excitement, enjoying the squish of my thighs when he spread them wide.

Sweat was forming and I was filled with heat, moaning against his lips, looking down for a moment to see his cock slowly disappear inside me, inch by inch.

My body showed how hungry I was for this, walls keeping ahold of him and not wanting to ever let go, slicking him so much already.

I could feel him being milked with every thrust, fighting some noise that could be declared sinful, feeling a pinch in my lower core that made me groan, “ugh!”

“You hiding your moans? Don’t act all tough “ He panted, holding my face by the jaw, sloppily kissing, “I know every noise you’ll make will be beautiful.”

“Ugh!” I gasped, still registering that pinch, “M-Matt!”

It made my body tremble, my brain having to process every move he made because it was so overloaded with pleasure and bliss, his pace quickening to satisfy both our needs.

A hand got tangled in his hair, pulling unintentionally, I just needed something, getting the contact I needed when I latched around his body, eyes rolling to the back of my head.

“Still not ready to tap yet?” He teased, not ready for the moan that jumped from his chest due to the feeling of my hips beginning to chase his, moving faster this his current pace.

“You should know by now, I don’t go down without a fight,” I growled, pulling at his hair a little again.

“You don’t go down without a fight?” He repeated with a deep grunt, making it tough for me not to fall into a puddle when he went off like a jackhammer, sentence being finished with a rough thrust.

With a tight scrunch of his nose, he sat up to admire his cock pulling back just to be sucked back in so quickly, biting his lips and focusing on the squelching sound being created between us, making an even bigger mess of me.

“G-go-“ I stuttered, a sharp arch forming in my lower back, fingernails scratching at the canvas.

“Spit it out,” He smiled, curious as to what I was going to say, thinking I was ready to tap.

“Got damn you, Matt,” I whined, gasping at the feeling of my sweet spot being hammered, rattling my body like an earthquake and I didn’t know how much my body could take before I became undone.

Matt could always read me well, doubling his efforts, such a sexy but devilish look on his face; hair falling down past his eyes, that look alone had me ready.

His eyebrows raised with expectancy when I became so dazed I could only babble out his name, lips having trouble that I made me drool.

To keep a stabilized flow of pleasure through me, he established a quick, pounding rhythm, balls slapping against my wet skin, raising my legs a little higher with a tight grip of my thighs.

It was as if someone was taking bumps in the ring with the way he was going, feeling every movement vibrate against my back and spine, ricocheting all over the place and making all of the pleasure ping around me and hit hard like a pinball machine.

There was no way I was going to get the chance to turn the tables and I didn’t want to. I wanted this and Matt blew my mind.

“I can’t understand you when you’re babbling like that,” Matt noted, wanting my words to express what was happening to my body.

My core coiled up like a spring, a spring that was ready to snap. It made my back arch harder on its own, almost making me sit up, but my body was also ready to collapse, keeping my shoulders down.

The heat was growing in the air thickly, making me overhear, breaking out in small sweats and with Matt going and going, his stamina showing no end, there was no running from the orgasm that lurked.

The squelching grew louder, deep groans rumbling in his chest from my walls pulsating, but there was no slowing him down.

“Matt!” I cried out loud, frantically grabbing him by the shoulders, needing his body for support, his heart pounding hard against my chest when gushing slick drenched his cock and thighs, making his cock pulsate, not daring to slow him down, delivering deep thrust and continuing to fuck me thoroughly.

There was no denying how good every part of it felt, but with all the heat trapped in my body, how my legs were shaking like hell, a faint ring in my ears when my chest stopped heaving, heartbeat echoing with a pound in my head.

With a faint wrist, I tapped his shoulder, holding his head that fell to my shoulder, kissing it with a smile, pinning his hips against mine to take a moment of his own to breathe.

The ring shook a little when he moved his knees, faintly giggling, “Your winner! Matt Jackson. Undefeated against Y/N!”

He was such a goof sometimes and I loved it, making me laugh hysterically when he added quickly, guilt in his voice, “Also, uhhhh, a new canvas is in this ring’s future.”

“Courtesy of Matt Jackson!” I huffed, mocking his announcer's voice.

He wasn’t done getting moans of out me yet, sharp whines falling from my lips when he sat up, slowly pulling out with a languid thrust, smiling into my eyes, “I think you and I should have more matches like these.”

“Oh yeah,” I grinned, blowing him a kiss, “I’m beating that undefeated streak of yours.”

#wrestling #wrestling imagine #wrestling fic #wrestling smut #aew #aew imagine #aew fic #aew smut #matt jackson #matt jackson x reader #matt jackson imagine #matt jackson fic #matt jackson smut #read and enjoy

[moonbaby26]

Title: The Battle

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Continuation from last chapter. Set during X-Men: Age of Apocalypse, you and the others fly to Cairo to confront Apocalypse and his soldiers in an attempt to rescue Xavier.

Warnings: Apocalypse being a leg breaking, hero strangling jerk. Characters fighting for their lives, but bookended with fluff from Peter x Reader pairing.

Chapters: Previous Chapter | Next Chapter

Taglist: @drikawinchester , @n0obmaster69 , @alexloveskili , @what-a-silver-lining , @bluesprings18 , @weakmoony-stuff , @slytherinsi-mp, @wintwrsoldiwr, @tommy-braccoli, @amourtentiaa

Peter Maximoff x Reader Masterlist

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You’d at least gotten to clean up somewhat. Earlier as Hank and the new woman you’d just met, Moira, had worked on readying the jet, you’d found some bit of helpful supplies. Clean rags to wipe off the blood, and bandages that’d you’d hurriedly applied to your shallow claw wounds.

All the remnants of your restraints were gone, and your old, torn clothes you’d just tossed in favor of the thin jumpsuit and lightly armored black flight suit over the top of it. You all wore these suits, commandeered with this experimental jet now rumbling beneath you as you shot off to Cairo together.

There was silence for a good while, after some initial nervous chatter and joking from the others. It would have been too easy to fill this quiet with any of the myriad of questions still rushing through your brain, but you really had just listened and little more when they’d filled you in earlier with the gist of what they’d learned.

All that really mattered was that the Professor was being held captive by a seemingly omnipotent mutant. One that had now declared war on all and recruited his own powerful soldiers. This was a rescue mission, with likely all your lives at stake.

You leaned your head back, wondering if anyone else would really even know or care what had happened to you if you never came back from this.

The escape from Stryker’s lab had been life threatening as well of course, but it was so different when it’d just been one thing after another. Events unfolding too quickly to really develop any sense of dread, it’d been all adrenaline and luck really.

But even in a jet like this, flying all the way to Egypt was more than just a skip and a jump. It was well enough time to dwell on your own inexperience and shortcomings, to wonder if this was the last time you’d ever do anything at all.

“Hey,” Peter’s voice was quiet, just to you, as you glanced over, having been mired only in your own thoughts until that moment.

He was sitting beside you, both of you strapped in these jump seats that ran along both sides of the jet. Vaguely you realized the others had started talking once more as well then. Maybe that was why he felt more comfortable speaking to you again now.

He hadn’t addressed you directly since you’d reunited with the others. Though you wouldn’t blame him if he was just as nervous as you were deep down. But from his self deprecating jokes in front of your friends earlier, about still living at home with his mother, he would at least seem better at hiding fear if he did have any.

“Hey,” You answered back reflexively, looking at him fully again.

“So uh....” He was chewing a piece of gum, as if some part of him still had to stay in motion in order to remain comfortable. “That car, that was pretty sweet. That yours or what?”

Honestly it took you a very long, awkward pause before you could piece together any idea of what he was referring to. But being that you’d only known him since literally just earlier today, there wasn’t anything else he could possibly mean. “The yellow convertible?” You questioned anyway, not really surprised by much of anything now.

“Yeah, I mean, I take the road if there is one. I saw you guys on the way to the house,” He answered, still offering a little explanation regardless. “Looked like you knew what you were doing though.” There was a more sheepish grin emerging. “I was going to stop and say hey I guess. But then I saw the, you know, fireball coming out the house and all, had to go see what that was about. Save everybody or whatever...” He trailed off after a bit, maybe realizing that you were just letting him ramble.

It reminded you of how you’d acted with him during the whole lab fiasco. He seemed the more confident one down there, while you got easily flustered. You really wondered if having your friends here now was making the difference. As if he was more unsure of himself when there was a potential audience to hear what you might say back to him.

It was interesting, getting to put more of those pieces together, or at least starting to be able to when it came to him. For putting on the display of an extrovert, and if you could finally admit it, even him being an outright flirt, you felt more and more sure that that was only skin deep really. That was just the outer layer he protected himself with.

“It was one of the Professor’s cars,” You smiled genuinely, probably the first one since they’d told you where you were going in this jet and why. “We were on our way back from the mall.”

That warmth from you seemed to ease him back into his normal tone, maybe a slight relief in him that you didn’t find it off putting that he’d already taken notice of you before you even knew he was anywhere around.

“Oh, mallrat, huh?” He quipped, “I can picture that.”

He was teasing, but you gave it right back. “There is no way you can tell me that you don’t end up in music stores wherever you live, like a lot.” You hadn’t forgotten his band t-shirt after all. You thought you’d seen him putting away headphones at some point too. “And that leather jacket and pants you had? Come on, that didn’t come from some bargain clothes rack.”

You might have had him for just a moment there. Just a flicker of surprise in his eyes to know you really had paid him that much attention, before he retorted, “Hey, what’s the point of a fast car if it has no style, right?”

“Says the guy who most people can’t even see until he slows down.” But you were purposeful to make clear in your tone that that wasn’t an insult at all, just continuing a little more bravely afterward, “Though their loss I guess.”

There was no mistake then, he really did pause. You could feel the slightest bit of heat in your face again, but you were not about to take that back. Not when you didn’t even know what was really awaiting you all at the end of this flight.

And you were still the next one to speak, that resolve remaining. “If we make it out of this, maybe you can come with me back over there to our mall. Help me pick out some new stuff.” You tried not to make it sound funny, but on some cosmic level it still was. “Seeing as how my room and everything I owned was incinerated and all.”

“Deal.” He said immediately. Only a little afterward seeming to realize that maybe he sounded a bit too eager. He cleared his throat, shifting in his seat. “I mean, I’m pretty good at Ms. Pac Man too. They have an arcade, right?”

“Yes.” You answered, trying not to look too amused, and going along with him to help him feel more comfortable. “I can’t say I’m actually any good, but they do have a Flash Gordon pinball machine I always play. And a couple of air hockey tables. That’s my go-to.” No question with his speed that he would likely annihilate you on both. But the idea of being in a much simpler, safer place like that with him some day was a pleasant one right now.

“Oh yeah. I can show you a thing or two.” He was clearly back in his element then, looking smug once more.

“I’m sure you will.” You could only wonder if the god complex mutant and his lackeys you were now off to go challenge would have any idea that in the back of your mind you’d now be dreaming of a simple date in an arcade as extra motivation to get back home in one piece.

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It wasn’t long before things had started spiraling in quick succession again. You’d all arrived in Cairo to find it essentially destroyed, save for what this fake god had already erected in monument to himself. A huge pyramid in the style of the ancient Egyptians, one he’d taken Xavier hostage inside.

It hadn’t been clear though how much of the destruction was done by this mutant, and how much had actually been at Magneto’s hands as it was with more shock that you’d found him in the middle of this as well. Now serving this apocalyptic mutant.

You knew enough about Magneto to both fear and respect him. Even though his history with the Professor went back so many years, Erik Lehnsherr as he was actually named was always more on the side of peace through violence. While Xavier preached ideals of tolerance and education for regular humans to one day accept mutant kind, Magneto thought them incapable of such, and had no qualms on preemptive strikes against non mutants as well as eye for an eye type vengeance.

But even for Magneto this seemed surprising. He would really just give Xavier up this way? As you’d gotten closer, Jean had sensed that Apocalypse (what you were now calling the new enemy in your own mind) intended to take over the Professor’s body, possessing him permanently to gain access to his mind control powers and become basically omniscient. He’d be unstoppable with everyone as his puppets then. Free will would cease to exist.

“You guys help Nightcrawler get into the pyramid!” Raven called back to all of you as the jet was landing. “Get Charles and I’ll take care of Erik.”

You’d snapped back to attention at the orders, and you saw that Peter was suddenly at her side.

He looked so focused all at once, “I can get you in there,” He told her, referring to the debris field of broken buildings and all else now churning, stuck in a huge magnetic orb with Magneto at its center. When she didn’t look sure, he continued quickly. “I came here for him, let me help you.”

Raven nodded to Peter then in agreement, knowing there was no time for more back and forth. “The rest of you, get Charles on this plane and get him out of here!”

You too knew what was at stake, there was no reason to argue, even if there still must have been concern on your face. You didn’t understand Peter’s change and sudden fixation on Magneto.

But it was only Kurt that spoke up immediately, yelling back to Raven and Peter, “We’re not leaving without you!”

Peter looked back at that, “Don’t worry.” In fact, you realized he was looking directly to you for one moment. “We’ll catch up.”

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While Peter had sped Raven out of sight to try and reason with Magneto, Moira had stayed with the jet and Hank had come with you, Scott, Jean, and Kurt.

But as you all ran along the rubble, trying to make your way to the pyramid, it hadn’t been but moments until you encountered Apocalypse’s other soldiers, mutants set on stopping you all from interfering by any means necessary.

A tall, blonde man with wings made out of metal, a ninja seeming woman with a pinkish purple energy she could wield from her hand like a blade even while also carrying a katana, and a girl nearer your own age with stark white hair and seemingly the most power out of the three as she’d flown right towards you throwing lightning bolts from her hands.

You’d had no choice but to split up. Which you were sure was what they’d wanted even as you’d chosen to try and take the white haired girl’s attention. You didn’t really want to find out what would happen if one of those bolts struck you directly, but you could guess you had the best chance of anyone to maybe absorb some of it in your energy form.

You’d immediately powered up, glowing white as she’d chased you around the sky, both of you darting and flying in some kind of bizarre dog fight.

Your heart had been racing though, no amount of training at the mansion could actually prepare you for dueling with someone who actually wished to harm you. Everything to this point had just been about learning to control your powers, maybe even firing an energy blast at a dummy or paper target or two. But you’d never tried to hurt anyone. Not on purpose.

“Why are you helping him!?” You yelled out to her, swerving again as she tried to get close enough to you to land a hit. You generated an orb of light energy from one hand, letting it destabilize before you threw it towards her. It collapsed into itself, exploding to make a shockwave through the air that pushed her back again.

“He’s going to make it so we never have to hide what we are again!” She growled back in frustration, steadying herself in the air before her eyes hazed over into solid white.

You doubted that could be good, and of course it wasn’t as she raised her arms, a tornado like blast of wind then trying to knock you from the sky. You were able to shield yourself somewhat with your force fields, but the barrage of debris and wreckage that came with the winds made it too difficult to keep track of her as she did nearly land a direct lightning strike then.

“You’re wrong!” You yelled back, even as you felt numb and disoriented briefly, like the electricity surge was messing with your own energy. “He’s just using all of you! He only wants slaves, nothing more! And you’re just going to hand us all to him!”

She didn’t answer back after that, but you knew it wasn’t as if you could change anyone’s mind for them. She’d have to live with her own choices, just as you’d have to live with yours.

After a good while of this tit for tat though, you were really trying to take her out of the sky at last, knowing you needed to find and help the others as this had already been going on for far too long. You started trying to get her in the chest with white energy beam after energy beam shooting from your hands. She was fast, but you were able to at least get her in one shoulder at last as she spun with the force, losing altitude quickly with the hit.

Even as she fell, you could see her already correcting course though, trying to take aim at you again as she glared upwards.

But you didn’t get to see what happened next. A three fingered hand grasped your left arm suddenly from thin air, and then you were collapsing onto the floor of the jet you’d come here in.

“Gotcha, time to go!” Kurt spoke quickly as you looked to him in surprise, that strange burning smell hanging in the air briefly that always accompanied his teleporting. It was as instant a feeling as moving with Peter, but thankfully without the subsequent vertigo as you stood quickly, powering down, even as you were already looking around for the speedster.

With relief you did see Jean cradling the Professor’s head as they sat on the floor, Xavier unconscious but still breathing. But you did not see Peter or Raven.

Moira and Hank were already firing up the jet engines and you grabbed hold to the wall as you felt the craft quickly rising. “What about Peter and Raven?” You called out over the noise of the turbines spooling up faster and faster.

“We’ll have to trust them to figure it out, we’ve got to get Charles out of here now!” Hank answered back, leaving no room for debate.

You felt an unease building in your stomach, but it was true that if Apocalypse got Xavier, that Peter, Raven, or anyone else would then no longer matter anyway. At least for now you could hope Peter would just take Raven and run somewhere far from here. Xavier and Jean could use their psychic abilities to find them later and you could reunite.

But a hard thud above you left you all looking upward as the jet rattled.

“What the hell was that!?” Moira called out.

As soon as you saw that pinkish energy blade emerging through the jet’s hull, you had already powered up again, glowing and ready to shield the others as best you could. Apocalypse’s soldiers were proving too difficult to shake.

Yet Jean had other plans, “Everyone, grab onto Kurt!” She yelled.

You didn’t know what altitude you were already at, but you knew it wasn’t a survivable one for the jet itself if it was ditched now. Yet a fight in this close of quarters with all your powers would likely end in the same result. So her choice wasn’t as irrational as it first seemed.

You reached one hand quickly back, firmly grabbing onto Kurt’s shoulder, even as you kept your other hand raised towards where the metal winged mutant and the blade wielding woman were now trying to force their way in through the breach they’d created in the hull.

“I’ve never done it with this many people!” Kurt warned as you all held to him.

“Get us out of here!” Jean commanded, her desperation bringing out a forcefulness you hadn’t yet seen from her.

But Kurt was still straining, the sound of his opening whatever portal he used clearly heard but not bringing you anywhere as he tried several times.

The man with the metal wings jumped down into the cockpit, now just feet away as you realized what you had to do.

“Go without me!” You screamed over the rush of wind now coming through the hull breach. You let go of Kurt, making direct eye contact with Jean.

You could get out on your own. At least you were going to try. It was the only way. Kurt wasn’t able to take you all.

You felt that Jean was listening, that she heard your thoughts and that as difficult as it was, she agreed just as quickly. It was the only way.

“Do it!” She urged Kurt even through the horrified look he gave you both.

“I’m taking it down.” You also heard her voice say in your head almost simultaneously. That briefest warning to ready yourself before she willed the controls to throw the plane into a nosedive and cause Apocalypse’s soldiers to lose their footing.

The last you saw of your other friends was still their shocked and frightened expressions as they disappeared from right in front of you. But this was your only chance as well, propelling yourself as fast you could, right through the fading cloud of gas they left behind and past the now tumbling winged mutant as all your focus went to that small square of sunlight that they’d cut into the hull.

It was your one window of survival. For just the briefest moment, you felt him try to grab hold of your leg as you flew past him. But you kicked him with the other leg as hard as you could manage, breaking free into the open air as the jet plummeted on without you.

Out the corner of your eye you saw the woman had remained on the outside of the jet, but jumped free from it as well. You lost sight of her as you both fell, focusing only on trying to slow your descent to a survivable speed. It was one thing to levitate yourself up from a neutral position, and wholly another to try and control your energy field around yourself enough to reverse the terminal velocity transferred to you from being within a crashing plane.

The ground still came too fast, too hard. You blacked out on impact, laying alone in the dirt as your light energy faded, receding back inside you.

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An unknown time later, something jolted you awake. You could hear screaming as you opened your eyes. You were laying on your side. Everything hurt and you could taste blood in your mouth.

But you were already forcing yourself back up as you swallowed. Disoriented as you were, you still recognized that voice. It was Peter. He was hurt.

You were looking all around you, and it didn’t take long to see the source and reason for the screams.

Not far from you at all, Apocalypse stood in a clearing from all the rubble. Peter right beside him, half crumpled to the ground. One of Peter’s feet was encased in the earth, trapping him there like an animal in a snare. His other leg was clearly broken, twisted at a grossly unnatural angle.

You felt a foreign rage beginning to burn up inside you, but before you could even physically react you saw the woman with the katana again. Nowhere in your mind did you take any time to consider how she would look so clean and uninjured having just come from the same circumstances as you of barely escaping the crashing jet.

All you saw was her walking towards her master, sword at the ready to finish Peter.

“Stop, (Y/N)!”

Charles screaming inside your head was the only thing that kept you from revealing yourself at that moment.

“It’s Raven! I’m telling you, it’s Raven!” Even Charles was struggling to break through your flaring emotions, as he repeated himself desperately. “He’ll kill you, (Y/N)! Stay in place, I beg you!”

The Professor had never spoken to you in such a way before. You gripped onto the broken wall in front of you, still only just obscured from their view as you saw Apocalypse grab Peter by the hair, jerking the young man’s head back roughly to expose his throat to the woman.

“It’s Raven, please trust her!” Charles did not let go. You could feel him actually starting to control you even, something he had absolutely never done before, though your emotions were exploding like they also never had. He didn’t want you to make a life ending mistake.

“(Y/N), please.” He called again and you realized you were being held in place, unable to move out any further. You were forced to only watch as the woman raised her blade, Peter wincing in fear and pain beneath her as she swung it.

But it was only Apocalypse’s throat that ripped open. Yet even in your surprise, any sense of victory was still non existent. No blood poured from the wound, and it healed completely within moments as he only grabbed his supposed traitor by the neck, holding her up immediately.

Raven’s feet hung in the air while she choked, her blue skin and true appearance quickly returning as she could no longer control her disguise as Apocalypse strangled her.

And it was only then that you felt Xavier letting go of you, in his own shock as Apocalypse tried to bait him out.

“Charles! Come! Rescue your weaklings!” Apocalypse challenged aloud, still dangling the now helpless Raven while Peter stayed trapped at their feet. “Give your life for theirs!”

He was going to kill her right in front of you. You powered up, knowing there was no other choice. You had to-

“No. I’m still connected to him. Let me get in his head, (Y/N), then you can go to them.” The professor spoke quickly, yet with a touch of new resolve.

“Charles! Will you do nothing?” The false god continued to bellow.

This time you listened without being forced to. You did see Apocalypse pause as if Xavier was indeed making contact. It was still an agonizing wait, but when he finally let go of Raven, you allowed yourself some shred of hope. You’d never seen anyone be able to overpower the Professor mentally, once he was fully in.

But that hope was also short lived as just moments later Apocalypse raised his hand abruptly. At will he dissolved the outer wall of a nearby building. You could see Scott and Hank then exposed, themselves just as surprised and staring out. But you knew it could only mean that Apocalypse had used Xavier’s connection against him just that quickly to root out his hiding place.

This could be the end then. You resigned yourself that the only choice was to die fighting if that is what it had to be. But you weren’t as alone as you thought.

As Apocalypse had left Peter and Raven behind, now striding confidently to his prize, two massive steel beams suddenly shot into his path. They buried themselves into the ground, crossing into an X to block him.

You looked back into the sky, glad in this single moment that you had been right about at least one thing. Magneto wouldn’t give Xavier up in the end. Not without bloodshed anyway.

“You betray me?” Apocalypse asked, already turning to deal with Erik instead.

“No. I betrayed them.” Magneto unleashed hell then, every bit of metal he could pull shooting towards Apocalypse in an unending assault as the other raised a shield that incinerated each and every piece as it hit. But doing so clearly taxed him, allowing the perfect moment for the rest of you to join the battlefield.

You got to Peter almost simultaneously as Hank got to Raven. You and Beast were clearly in the same mindset of getting the injured out of the immediate firefight before you would join in.

“I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner, the Professor froze me,” You spoke in quick apology to Peter, using a small energy blast to break up the earth that had been hardened around his trapped foot. Once cracked, you broke the rest of it free just with your fingers.

He was obviously surprised, grateful, and maybe even confused all at once as you gently lifted him with the help of your powers. You wrapped his arm around your shoulders, trying to mind his broken leg as you helped support him while gliding over to a safer spot some distance away.

“Stay here.” You spoke, sitting him down so his back was against a mostly still standing wall to shelter them.

Hank was sitting Raven down in the same manner beside him as Peter suddenly spoke up to you. “Wait.”

You were still crouched in front of him, you’d been about to stand back up when his hand went around the back of your neck and pulled you in closer.

Before you could register anything else, you felt his lips press against yours. It was a bit harsh, desperate even, and then it was over just as fast as you pulled back in surprise.

“In case we don’t ever get to make it to that arcade,” he responded to your shocked expression that was still evident even in your energy form like this.

You took a breath, now was not the time for verbalizing any of this. But you wanted to show you agreed with the sentiment. You leaned back in, kissing him yourself for one longer moment, one hand gently cupping the side of his face before you stood back up. He allowed the contact readily and you could only wonder what it felt like to him when you were enveloped in light like this.

Hank and Raven just gave you both the most confused of looks, but nothing was said as you and Beast had then rushed back off to throw yourselves into the fight.

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(Continued in next chapter here)

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