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#because everyone is feeling shitty. everyone
simpjaes · 2 days
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currently thinking about frat!jayke fucking u in the hot tub infront of a major crowd of people… 😣 sitting ontop of jake whilst taking it in the back from jay as music (preferably “all the time” by jeremiah >_<) blasts loudly amongst the speakers, just to add a lil smth smth to such a sensual moment
not sure why but the thought of having sex in a bikini is so hot :// the fondling of straps and jaykes veiny hands in general 💗
i am speaking from my grave.
warnings: anal with no prep // drunk fucking @ party
ah, you're wearing your bikini with the ties intentionally so whoever you have your eye on can have the easiest access possible at this shitty and trashy college party.
what you weren't expecting what having an eye for two people. Jay and Jake, the two guys you've seen occasionally on campus. They were always together, best friends or some shit.
you wouldn't know, your best friend chose to go to a different college out of state, but whatever.
what you also weren't expecting was for the two dudes who are always together to....share a girl??? publicly? as if laying claim to you blatantly showed their status over everyone else?
it kind of did, if you're being honest, because you cannot hold in the moans even when you fucking try. right here, shamelessly moaning for all ears to hear and all eyes to ogle at.
all cameras to record.
whatever.
what started with five or so people in this hot tub ended with just the three of you, where jay worked his magic through his hands and jake works his through words.
you were a goner, with or without the alcohol in your system to be honest. if jay were to untie the side of your bottoms the same way he just did when you were sober? you'd probably have untied the other side for him.
and when jake pulls you onto his lap? making you feel weightless in the bubbling hot water as you sat directly on it, and slid right down on him without so much as noticing when he pulled it out of his shorts? ah, made it even easier to not be shocked when you felt jay against your back.
his chest wet, dripping with that same warm water as he made sure you were right where you needed to be for his best friend.
your arousal that hit you like a ton a bricks within seconds, paired with jay's cock teasing you right against your ass? whatever, at this point you want to be fucked in all possible ways by the two men against you right now.
and they do just that. jay soothing you against your ear through the pain of him sliding straight into your ass with words of "aw, you're just gonna take it him?", pretending like you definitely didn't need prep. jake, under you with his own words of "fuck, relax. squeezing me so tight-", holding your waist with a white knuckled grip, forcing both you and himself to try and adjust to the feeling of jay's thick cock forcing it's way into too-tight of a space.
ah, all three of you are panting by the time your body relaxes for both cocks, overheated, overstuffed, and there for all eyes to see within the span of a few minutes. not that you care. surely you will by the time monday comes around though.
except you don't. Because now you have two hot guys???? walking beside you??????? all the fucking time???????? constantly trying to get inside of you again?????????????????????
ah, college life. where you thought the grades would fuck you harder than any man could. And that would be 100% correct if it weren't for the fact that you didn't exactly factor in two hot guys :/
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smellrain · 19 hours
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in which: Jack has liked you for years, but so far you have been oblivious to his feelings. Will the guide he made with the help of his teammate make you fall for him? Or will it end up destroying your friendship?
tags: written, use of alcohol. (masterlist for this au) (my masterlist)
notes: hi so uh. I'm really excited and twice as nervous as usual about posting this. It's hard to put it into words, but there is something very fragile about this to me. come tell me how you liked it!! Enjoy :)
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Jack let his head fall against the sticky counter of the bar table. Dawson, who sat next to him, shot him yet another worried look but Jack couldn’t really find it himself to care.
On his mind was still you, from this morning when you had come over to get your jacket that you had forgotten at his place a few days ago. You, who had stood in his apartment, laughing at something he’d said, the sunlight hitting your face at just that right angle to light up your eyes in a thousand different tones of the same colour. You, you, you. 
“Don’t worry about him, he is probably pouting again.” Jonas said over his head, “what was it today? Did she jokingly talk about setting herself up with one of your friends again?”
From the other side of the table Holtz chimed in, “no, I think she might have just looked at one of his friends for a second longer than at him so he got jealous.”
The others laughed. Jack wanted to defend himself and argue that that would never happen, but it had, once, so they weren’t excatly wrong. 
Now, sitting in this bar, already halfway to being drunk, Jack contemplated the choices he’d made thus far that had led him here. Being laughed at in a shitty, almost empty bar where only a handful of people recognized them. 
Maybe he should just quit hockey, pack up his things and just move to a foreign country where no one knew him and start coaching instead.
One thing he was sure of however, was that he should definitely get new friends. Preferably ones that didn’t bully him half as much as his current ones did. 
Then Nico interjected, “c’mon guys, don’t be mean.”
Jack allowed himself to turn his head so that he could look at Nico and just as he wanted to thank him, Nico continued. “She probably just stood in his kitchen and looked happy and he was just reminded that she wasn’t officially his.”
Okay, fuck him too. Back to plan A, dreaming about running away. Why was he still on this team with these people anyways? Luke, probably. Instead he just mumbled a “fuck off,” to his friends that only laughed in response. 
Nico’s statement hit a little too close to home. Was he really that pathetic? So what if he wanted to come home to you, to be the one that wakes up next to you, to be the one you fell asleep on when you were drunk (which you always insisted wouldn't happen this time but it always did anyways), to be the one that leaves the hickies on your skin he saw once when your skirt rode up high when you tried to pet a cat that kept trying to escape you.
“No but seriously,” Jonas said, and the others quieted down, suddenly caring about what Jack had to say, “why don’t you just ask her out? What do you have to lose?”
Nothing, actually. But then he thought about you, about what could happen if you rejected him or what happened after came crashing down, because relationships with him always ended brutally. 
Jack had everything to lose, because he could lose you. “Her.”
The others were silent after that and Jack didn’t want to lift his head and face whatever expression was on their faces now. It was hard sometimes, being honest like that. 
“So you just need to make her fall for you, right?” Holtz said.
“Just?” Jack replied, jokingly, but it came out rawer than expected. As if that wasn’t the crux of the problem, the way his feelings for you remained unrequited. 
“C’mon there was a reason everyone calls you ‘pretty boy’. If you can’t make her fall for you then I don't think she will ever settle down.”
The others that were listening to their conversation agreed and a sliver of confidence flooded back through him. Jack lifted his head from where it had been stuck to the table. “Okay, but how do I do that?”
“Simple,” Nico said, his eyes alight in the same way they were when he discussed a weakness in the other’s team's defense they could exploit, “we brainstorm and make a plan.”
Jonas seemed to like it, “a cheat sheet to make her fall for you.”
Jack perked up at that. It seemed worth a shot at least. Even if you didn’t respond to his advances, at least he’d have tried. “And if that doesn’t work then you should give up on her.” Holtz said.
Jack knew this. That realistically he couldn't pine for you forever, but suddenly there was something bitter in his mouth.
This would be his final chance, his final attempt after trying to subtly flirt with you over this past year. He had been steadily brushed off and he wasn’t sure for how much longer he could stomach the constant rejection. Jack looked at his teammates, the ones he had trained with, the ones that had always stood by his side, the ones he trusted with all he had. If they couldn’t do it together then he knew that he truly gave it his all. 
“You know what,” he grinned, “I’m in.” 
The rest cheered and clapped him on the back, as if it was as simple as that. Despite not wanting to, he was happy. With their help he might actually have a shot at getting your attention.
This was so stupid, so reckless, and yet he was just so indescribably happy that he had these people in his life that would support him and an idea as stupid as this one. 
Maybe, just maybe he wouldn’t have to run to a new country just to find new friends. 
Without meaning to, he almost started laughing. It might just be insane enough to work. Even if it was a stupid idea, he had to try it, because you were worth it. Worth all of their efforts combined.
So, Jack took the piece of paper that Nico had somehow gotten from the barkeeper in the meantime, clicked one of the pens that he carried around everywhere and wrote down: 
Jack Hughes’ guide to falling in love. 
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sincerelyneo · 2 days
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woman | h.rj
“i hope you can see the shape that i’m in while he’s touching your skin”
💿now playing: woman by harry styles
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❯ summary: Renjun is selfish - he knows. He knows that he has no right to be jealous of Shotato, your dance partner, but he is. Because even though he broke up with you, you’re still his.
❯ pairings: renjun x fem!reader (ft. riize’s shotaro)
❯ genre: exes, smut, angst, idol!au
❯ words: 6.5k
❯ tags: 18+ minors dni!, jealousy, swearing, arguing, slight angst, smut, dom!renjun, unprotected sex (don't do this!), marking, possessiveness, oral sex (f receiving), praising, mirror sex, hair pulling, creampie, porn with a little bit of plot, use of 'my girl', reader uses she/her pronouns, literally just renjun being jealous and sulky for 6k words.
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Fuck Osaki Shotaro. 
That’s the only thing going through Renjun’s mind as he sees the younger dancer have his hands all over you in your dance rehearsal. 
Renjun knows he has no right to be seething right now - he’s the one that broke up with you - but there’s something about seeing Shotaro in your personal space, tracing his fingers down your torso, and making you smile with every compliment he gives you on your technique that’s really starting to piss him off.  
It's not that Renjun has any specific issue with Shotaro himself; any guy in his position would irk him. Still, it’s Shotaro's love for helping others improve their dancing that only adds fuel to Renjun's frustration, especially now that he's volunteered to assist you.
As Renjun feigns busyness on his phone, waiting for his own rehearsal, he seethes behind the glass of the practice room, a visible vein pulsing on his forehead. 
“Dude, you’re practically burning holes into Taro’s hoodie,” Chenle chuckles as he walks over, a smirk playing on his lips as he gazes down at Renjun.
“Don’t be so ridiculous, I’m not!” Renjun rolls his eyes and moves his bag to make room for Chenle to sit on the floor beside him.
“Oh yeah?” Chenle teases, “Then what’s with the bursting vein on your forehead?”
“I’ve just been replying to some shitty emails,” he lies, hastily locking his phone and stuffing it into his pocket.
Chenle quirks a brow and gives him a deadpan look, “You had the weather app open.”
Renjun runs a hand through his hair, about to defend himself, but then he hears your laughter and his gaze snaps back to the glass instantly. 
Shotaro's hand delicately trails along the curve of your waist, before he pulls you into a graceful twirl. You laugh softly, the sound echoing in the room loud enough for everyone outside to hear. Your movements are fluid and seamless against each other, and it’s starting to make Renjun feel sick.  
What dance lesson requires the instructor to twirl and dip the student?
Shotaro's grin is infectious as he spins you around, and you giggle in response. Renjun’s not stupid - he can see the chemistry, the easy camaraderie that exists between the two of you, but that doesn’t mean he has to like it. 
As Renjun's eyes fixate on the scene inside the practice room, he scoffs tonguing the inside of his cheek. Chenle follows his gaze and smiles, an idea popping into his head. He lets out a low whistle. "Damn, they're really going for it, huh?"
Renjun clenches his jaw, trying to tamp down the surge of irritation. "Yeah, well, they're just rehearsing," he mutters dismissively. 
“Just rehearsing? We don’t rehearse like that,” Chenle counters, a mischievous glint in his eye.
Renjun looks up at him with a scowl. He doesn’t know what’s worse, what’s going on in front of him or the irritating little man next to him who seemingly loves poking the already angry bear. He can practically feel the amusement radiating off his friend as if he's revelling in his torment. It's infuriating, but Renjun knows he can't let it get to him. Instead, he focuses back on the glass, his jaw clenched tight as he watches Shotaro's infectious grin and your giggles echo through the room.
“Taro’s cool, I’m sure if you asked him to stop dancing with Y/N he would,” Chenle suggests. 
But Renjun's got more pride than that. He's just about able to handle the teasing from his friends about his jealousy, and he knows that telling Taro to back off would only add fuel to the fire of ridicule. And he's not sure if he's ready to deal with that.
“I don’t mind Y/N and him dancing together,” he shrugs.
Chenle’s face falls flat, “Huang Renjun don’t lie to me. You’re jealous.”
“No, I’m not!” His voice raises to an audio level that’s louder than he would like, gaining the attention of some of the other members outside the room.
"Hey, man, look I’m sorry, but it's okay to feel jealous. You two dated for a long time,” Chenle pats him on the shoulder gently. “Honestley I’m shocked the two of you even broke up.”
So is Renjun - even though he knows he was the one who initiated it. Honestly, there was no good reason for your breakup now that he thinks about it - now that he sees you with someone else. The reason behind the breakup stemmed from Renjun’s growing anxiety that being an idol would force distance between the two of you. You had assured him it wouldn’t, and you knew what you were getting into when you agreed to be his girlfriend; still, Renjun figured separation would be the best despite your protests. 
He sighs, feeling a mix of frustration and gratitude for Chenle's understanding. "I know, it's just..." He trails off. He doesn’t know how to properly articulate what he’s feeling without sounding like a hypocrite.
Still, Chenle nods sympathetically. "Just give yourself some time, Renjun. It'll get easier."
Renjun offers a weak smile in response before turning back to the glass. He doesn’t have his phone in his hand to ‘distract’ him now so he has to watch the scene in front of him, and his heart sinks.
He doesn’t even know how it happened, one minute the two of you are just laughing together, then he turns to talk to Chenle for another and as he turns back to you, Shotaro's hand gently cups your cheek, his thumb caressing your skin with a tender touch. Your eyes flutter closed, a soft sigh escaping your lips as you lean into his touch, your bodies inching closer.
He can't tear his eyes away, the sight before him a painful reminder of what once was and what now feels so out of reach. Renjun's fists clench at his sides, his nails digging into his palms as he struggles to contain himself.
It's not just the physical proximity that stings, but the undeniable chemistry between you and Shotaro that Renjun just can't ignore. The way your laughter intertwines with his, the way your eyes lock - it's like a dagger to his heart, reopening wounds he thought had healed.
But just as your lips are about to meet, Renjun's up on his feet and barging through the practice room door without a knock. 
"Alright, rehearsal time's over," he announces, his tone clipped and authoritative as he strides into the room.
Shotaro immediately pulls away from you, glancing at Renjun, who responds with a scowl. Despite the tension, Renjun can't help but feel a sense of relief as the two of you separate.
"Hyung, we've still got fifteen minutes—"
"We need to start early today, gotta prep for the comeback and all," he interrupts.
Renjun's gaze shifts to you. You're shaking your head at him, hands on your hips, your midriff exposed and glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. It brings back memories of all the times he's fucked you in this very practice room. Apart from the physical closeness, the fact that Shotaro got to witness you like this - sweaty and out of breath -  infuriates him.
“That’s not fair Jun, we booked this room for the full hour, you can’t just barge in like this!” You argue with him, but Renjun can’t even take in anything you’re saying because even after your months apart, you still use that nickname for him. 
Shotaro snaps him back to attention, “It’s fine, Y/N, we can reschedule for next week.”
Like hell you will, Renjun thinks.
You narrow your eyes at your ex-boyfriend before scoffing and heading for your dance bag, tossing it on your shoulder and heading to the exit. You make sure to slam your shoulder into his body as you pass him, muttering how much you hate him under your breath. 
Shotaro’s about to follow your lead, hoisting his own bag over his shoulder, but Renjun stops him in his tracks.
“Taro, can I talk to you for a sec?” 
Shotaro nods, slinging his bag back down but pausing by the door. 
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Taro 1:25 pm
Sorry Y/N, I won’t be able to help you with your
rehearsals anymore, something’s come up. 
There’s just no way. You look down at the text message, confused. 
Shotaro loves dancing, he loves teaching people choreography and helping them improve, so you know there’s no possible way he’d cancel your sessions like this with no word of rescheduling. Glancing at the time on your phone, you realize it's Wednesday afternoon - around the time Shotaro usually finishes his dance practices with his group. With a furrowed brow, you decide to head over to the practice rooms to ask him about it.
After all, you liked Taro and his teaching methods. 
As you approach the practice rooms, the faint strains of music drift through the hallway, accompanied by a few stops and restarts. Finally, you reach the room where Riize is rehearsing. The door stands slightly ajar, and you pause, opting to linger and peer through the glass instead. Inside, you see them all - sweaty and breathless, a clear sign that they've reached the end of their session.
You're about to knock on the door when you hear Anton's voice from inside. "Taro, are you eating with us today, or are you practising with Y/N again?"
“I’m not helping Y/N out anymore,” he replies and you deflate a little. 
“Why? I thought you liked dancing with her.”
Shotaro groans audibly, then passes his water bottle to Eunseok, who starts chuckling.
“What’s funny?” Anton asks.
“Hasn’t he told you?” Eunseok interjects, casting a glance between them, “Taro loves dancing with Y/N, but last week Renjun made it known that he’s not too keen on it.”
Anton’s face channels your own, because what the fuck did that mean?
You look down at the text message again, and now that you look at it, it only has one person written all over it. 
You know your ex-boyfriend better than anyone, and just from the way he crashed your practice last week, you could tell that the dance rehearsals with his old group member were getting under his skin. You won’t lie, there’s a part of you that liked the idea of irritating him, riling him up now and then just to be reminded that he still cared. But you’d never think he’d go this far. 
“It’s true,” Shotaro confirms, “Last week he told me to hang back after one of our practices, and he asked me to…” he clams up abruptly when he sees you standing in the doorway, arms folded tight across your chest. 
“He asked you to what?”
Shotaro doesn’t answer. The laughter between the boys suddenly runs quiet as you all just look at each other. 
“Finish that sentence, Taro.”
He groans and runs a hand through his hair, “Y/N, come on, he told me not to say anything—”
“Tell me what he said to you, he doesn’t just get to make demands about me anymore.”
“It wasn’t exactly a demand…” he mumbles, “More of a request.”
You give him a knowing look, “I swear to God if you don’t tell me what you know right now Shotaro, I’ll—”
“Okay, okay,” he interrupts, “I’ll tell you.”
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Around half an hour after grilling Shotaro and his group members for the truth, you burst through the practice room of NCT DREAM. The air is hot and humid, and it only channels the fury that’s built up in your muscles since finding out about your ex-boyfriend’s silly little plan. Huang Renjun has officially crossed the line and there’s no way on this Earth you’re going to let him get away with it without a lecture.
The boys all look a mixture of shocked and surprised to see you. And you don’t blame them, the last time you were in a practice with them, you were happy, probably bringing your boyfriend lunch to make sure he’d eaten. But this time you’re angry, so angry you’re body is trembling.
“Huang Renjun!”
He turns around almost instantly, and instead of looking scared about your anger, he fucking smirks with that stupid beautiful smile you hate (love).
“Y/N?” He responds innocently, though there's a glint of mischief in his eyes that tells you he's well aware of the storm about to be unleashed upon him.
As you and Renjun lock eyes, a heavy silence descends upon the room, punctuated only by the sound of your breathing. Mark, ever perceptive, notices the tension crackling between you, and like a good leader he senses the need to diffuse the situation. 
"Alright, everyone," he interjects, his voice firm yet soothing. "Let's take a break, yeah?"
Because of Mark's intervention, the boys nod in agreement, gathering their belongings and exchanging knowing glances and whispers as they file out of the practice room one by one.
With the others now gone, you waste no time laying into him, “What is the matter with you?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he shrugs. 
You scoff, frustration bubbling up inside you. "Don’t pull that clueless shit with me. He told me what you did!”
His facade cracks ever so slightly, a flicker of uncertainty crosses his features before he quickly masks it with a defiant smirk. "And what exactly do you think I did?"
"Oh, don't play dumb," you snap, advancing towards him with each step. "You told Shotaro to cancel our dance lessons, didn't you?"
Renjun's expression remains infuriatingly neutral, but there's a glint of defiance in his eyes that sets your blood boiling even more. "And if I did?"
The audacity of his response only serves to fuel your rage. "Do you have any idea how selfish and manipulative that is?" You accuse, your voice rising with each word. "You have no right to interfere with my life anymore!"
He doesn’t look at all remorseful as he shrugs, “I’m not interfering in your life, I just figured Shotaro shouldn’t overflow his schedule.”
You shake your head in disbelief, “You’re unbelievable. That’s not your call to make. You’ve never had a problem with Shotaro teaching anybody else to dance until me.”
“That was before Riize debuted, it’s different now Y/N.”
“No, it’s not fair!” You snap, “You’re not being fair.”
“I’m just looking out for Taro…as his senior.”
“No, you’re not, you’re doing this to piss me off!” You groan, “So I’m asking you why?”
Renjun clings to the last shred of his pride, attempting to brush past you to grab his water bottle, hoping to deflect the conversation elsewhere. But you weren't about to let him off that easily. You reach out and grab his hand as he tries to slip past.
Your eyes plead with him, and he cracks under the weight of your gaze.
"What do you want me to say, Y/N?" He finally erupts, his voice rising in frustration. "You want me to admit that I'm fucking jealous, that I can't stand the thought of him with you?"
“What, if you can’t have me no one else can?”
He goes quiet at that and just looks at you, the silence speaks a thousand words and you can’t believe his audacity right now. 
With a heavy sigh, you run a hand through your hair, exhaustion creeping in. "You broke up with me," you remind him, your voice barely above a whisper.
Renjun's expression softens for a fleeting moment, a trace of remorse flickering in his eyes before it's replaced. "I know," he admits. "But that doesn't mean I stopped caring about you."
You take a step back, his words hitting you harder than you expected. "Caring about me doesn't give you the right to meddle in my life.”
He reaches out tentatively, his hand hovering in the air between you as if unsure whether to touch you or not. "I messed up, okay? It’s just, I don’t like the way he touches you. I guess…I let my jealousy get the best of me."
"Jealousy?" You repeat. "After everything that's happened between us, you're still jealous?"
Renjun's gaze drops to the floor, unable to meet yours. "I can't help it," he admits, his voice barely audible. "Seeing you with him, it just... it drives me crazy."
You shake your head in disbelief, struggling to process his confession. "You broke up with me, Renjun. You made that choice."
"I know," he repeats, his voice filled with remorse. "And I regret it every day."
You're torn between anger and longing, resentment and yearning. Honestly, ever since he broke up with you there hasn’t been a day where you haven’t missed him. You’ve waited to hear him say those words - that he regrets leaving you - but you’re not about to make it easy for him to just crawl back. 
You narrow your eyes at him, a mischievous glint dancing in them as a sly smile tugs at the corners of your lips. "You know, Shotaro is a great dancer," you say, your tone deliberately casual.
Renjun's jaw clenches at the mention of the name, his gaze flickering with a mix of anger and insecurity. 
"It's been interesting to know he's always there for me now that you're not,” you say with a nonchalant shrug, enjoying the way his irritation simmers beneath the surface.
You watch as his hands clench into fists at his sides, his chest rising and falling with each aggravated breath. His eyes darken with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine, but you refuse to back down.
"It's almost as if he's filling a void that you left behind," you continue. "But I suppose that's just the way things go after a breakup, isn't it?"
The taunt hits its mark and Renjun's temper flares. In a sudden burst of rage, he closes the distance between you, his grip tightening on your shoulders as he presses you against the nearby mirror. His gaze turns possessive as he leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear. 
"You really think I'll let him have you like that so easily?” He asks, voice low and dangerous.
You shiver at the intensity of his words, feeling a rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins. "And what makes you think that’s your call to make?" 
A wicked smile tugs at Renjun's lips, his eyes gleaming with determination. "Because deep down, you know you’re still my girl," he asserts. "No matter how much you keep trying to deny it, you know you’re mine."
You scoff, trying to ignore the way his words resonate within you, "You can't just break up with me and then waltz back into my life claiming me as your own, Jun!" 
He smiles at the nickname again, and it gives him the confidence boost he needs to know you still want him, still crave him the way he craves you. 
"Oh but I can," he counters, his tone unwavering. He brings his finger to your cheek, tracing it along your skin until it rests underneath your chin. "Because no one else can make you feel the way I do. No one else knows you like I do."
His words send a shiver down your spine. All the good times you have with him replay in your mind and despite your best efforts to resist, you find yourself succumbing to the magnetic pull of his presence, to the familiarity of his touch.
"You’re fucking crazy babe if you think I’ll let some other man have you," he whispers. "Especially him.”
Your eyes narrow, he’s so close now that the two of you are practically sharing the same breath.
“And you’re fucking crazy if you think you have a say in my relationships.”
He remains unfazed at your rebuttal, his gaze unwavering as he leans in closer, his lips dangerously close to yours now. "Maybe I am," he concedes smugly. "But deep down, you know you still want me."
Part of you wants to push him away, to resist the pull of him, but another part - the part that still aches for his touch, for his love - finds itself surrendering.
"Renjun," you whisper, voice barely above a breath. "I..."
And before you can finish your sentence, his lips crash against yours in a heated, passionate kiss, his pent-up frustration and desire spilling over into the touch. It's a tumultuous mix of emotions - there’s still so much unresolved between the two of you - but you get lost in the moment. You melt into his embrace, and perhaps, just perhaps, being possessed by Renjun again isn't such a bad thing after all.
As the kiss deepens, your hands tangle themselves into his hair until it’s dishevelled and the lines between love and hate blur. It's a dangerous game you're playing, dancing on the razor's edge between desire and destruction, but right now you couldn't care less about the consequences. You can talk about all that later - after he fucks you. 
He pulls back for a breath, trailing kisses down from your lips to your neck, sending waves of pleasure rippling through your body.
"God, I've missed you," he whispers, his breath hot against your skin.
"I've missed you too," you gasp out as he starts to nibble on your earlobe.
He moves his hand up higher along your thigh until it reaches the hem of your shorts, and he wastes no time slipping his fingers inside them. “It’s been too long.”
You exhale as you feel his hand brush against the edge of your panties before slipping under them. He runs his hand through your folds as he looks at you with a predatory glint in his eyes before finding your clit. A soft moan escapes your lips as you move your hips instinctively towards him.
"You're so wet already," he murmurs as he starts to rub circles around your clit. “This all for me?”
You arch your back in pleasure, feeling a wave of heat surge through your body. You nod pathetically, not being able to form a coherent sentence because the familiar feeling of Renjun's touch makes you feel dizzy. He smirks at your reaction, then pulls out his hand making you whimper from the loss of friction. 
You know you’re fueling his ego with your whining, but you can’t help it. You hadn’t realised just how much you missed the feeling of his hands before they were being ripped away from you so abruptly. 
“You know, you never asked me for dance lessons when we were dating,” he says - almost accusatory -  between soft pants as his kisses return to your jaw, trailing down your neck. His hands slowly travel from your legs and past your waist, dancing along your exposed sides until his fingers are fiddling with the straps of your sports bra. 
You can’t stand his teasing, but if there’s one thing you’ve learned about sex with Renjun, it’s that you play by his rules.
“I know,” you remark, a little breathless.
“And I hated every time he would touch your skin, and how much it would make you laugh and smile,” he growls, gently nipping your neck and soothing the spot with his tongue. “I want all your fucking smiles, Y/N.”
You hold back a whimper as he sucks a small spot just beside your collarbone, a mark you know you’re going to have to cover tomorrow. 
“Seems quite selfish, Jun.”
“I guess I am when it comes to you.”
His fingers take off your bra, exposing your naked breasts to him. You gasp at the cool air making your nipples toughen. He looks up at you, his gaze dark and wild and sending a shot of pleasure straight through you. Not once does he break contact as his hands slide down your body, grazing your nipples until you shiver, and travel down until he is back at the hem of your shorts.
His fingers dance along your inner thighs before they trace along the hem of your panties. Your breath hitches as he skims along your clothed clit, not enough to be truly stimulating but enough to make you bite down in anticipation.
He knows you want more, but your impatience is his favourite part. 
So he doesn’t bother to hide his smirk as he wraps his fingers around your waistband and slowly tugs on your shorts and panties together, pushing them down until they pool at your ankles where you swiftly step out of them. 
The smile on his lips can only be described as feral. “So damn pretty,” he mumbles, “And it’s all mine, yeah?”
You smile as you shake your head. “Possessive much?”
“Maybe a little bit,” he smiles. “But don’t pretend that you haven’t missed that about me.”
“Bold of you to think I’ve missed things about you.”
He grins. “Deny it all you want babe, but the fact you’re the one naked right now speaks volumes.”
You blush at the revelation and the fact that he’s fully clothed whilst you’re bare. You turn your head to the side and mumble. “That doesn’t mean I missed you.”
"Oh?" He raises his eyebrow, his finger gently finding the underside of your jaw, tilting it to meet his gaze. His pupils are dilated, filled with a level of lust you didn’t even know was possible. “Then maybe I need to show you exactly what you’ve been missing.”
That’s when he finds himself dropping to his knees, his head dipping low enough to kiss up your thighs. You let out a small sigh as his lips latch onto your skin, nipping and sucking in the same way he used to do when he wanted to leave a trail of marks.
Your lip gets trapped between your teeth, and the cold from the mirror behind you lingers on your exposed back. You look down and wish you could see the look in his eyes right now, yearning to see the hungry glint as he’s between your thighs. You can’t help your nails from digging into his shoulders as you relax into his tantalizing kisses.
“Still so fucking responsive to me, aren’t you?” His words fan over your heated skin, his breath so close to your clit you can’t take much more.
“Don’t tease me, Junnie,” you breathe out. 
He laughs softly before pressing a gentle kiss against your clit, his tongue darting out to follow his lips. He can’t help but grin when he feels your nails digging deeper into his skin. His hands move to cup your ass, squeezing the flesh and basking in your moans. 
He loved it more than anything when his girl was always so vocal, he could get drunk off the sound. Especially when he knows it’s his tongue licking along your soaking cunt and was making you whine like that.
You’re like putty in his hands, breathless and barely able to form coherent sentences as he teases you. And before you can even whine for more, his insatiable need to taste you gets the best of him and one of your legs is being thrown over his shoulder so his face can nuzzle further against your cunt.
“Fuck,” he groans against you, the hum of his words vibrating against your clit. Your knees buckle under the sensation but the tight grip he has on your ass keeps you upright. “Still taste like fucking heaven.”
“Shit,” you moan before throwing your head back. 
“Only for me, right?” He mutters, ignoring your whine as he pulls himself away from your cunt to look up at you before adding a stern, “Answer me.” 
“Yes, yes.” You’re so needy right now that you don’t even care that it comes out in pants. “Only you.”
“That’s right, no one gets to taste this cunt but me,” he grits through clenched teeth. “You’re mine, every fucking part of you.”
He savours the way your cheeks burn red as you nod vigorously in agreement. His mouth finds your pussy again, and now that he has your omission, he doesn’t bother holding back. He loves the way your eyes flutter shut, and the shameless moans escaping your lips as he devours you like you're the last thing he’ll ever taste - he’s certain it will be the last pussy he’ll ever taste.
You can barely think as his fingers run up and down your thighs, slowly travelling up until his thumb is pressing slow, torturous circles on your clit as his tongue dives inside you, lapping and rolling. His teasing along with the fast tempo of his tongue makes your hips rock subconsciously against his face. 
“Please, please, please.” 
The words are a shameless plea, and you can’t help it because he has your legs physically shaking.
“Cum for me, baby. Be a good girl for me and cum on my tongue.”
The simple words of praise are enough for your body to be hit with a strong wave of pleasure. Your muscles tense, your body shakes, and your thighs run wet and slick with a mix of your release and his spit. The room is only filled with pants and you feel a few soft kisses being placed along your thighs. 
Seconds later, his face, plastered with a very smug smile, appears in your line of sight. You notice how his lips and chin glisten; you didn’t think it was possible but you grow even more wet at the sight.
“I’ve missed making you cum.” 
You can’t help the huff of laughter that escapes you. “I guess I’ve missed you being the one making me cum.”
“You guess?”
“I know,” you correct, “I know I’ve missed you being the one making me cum.” You bite down on your lower lip. “Starting to think I should have more dance lessons with Shotaro to make you jealous more often.”
His eyes instantly darken. “That’s not even funny.”
Your smirk widens, “It is a little bit.”
“You think mentioning another man’s name after I’ve just made you cum with my tongue is funny?” He asks, and his hands find their way to tighten on your waist. “Did I not make you cum hard enough if you’re struggling to remember who you belong to?”
You’re amused by his comment, nail lightly trailing along his lower lip before he playfully nips it. “I don’t belong to you anymore.”
He shakes his head with a tut, “Stop it, you know you belong to me, just as I belong to you. Always have, always will.”
“You must’ve been really intimidated by Shotaro to be this possessive right now,” you tease.
“Doesn’t matter though does it?” He squeezes your waist tighter. “Because Shotaro wouldn’t stand a fucking chance against me. He doesn’t know your body like I do.”
Your breath hitches, hands gripping his shoulders. “He could learn.”
The muscles in his jaw flex and his eyes sharpen, “Not a chance.”
His lips tease along your jaw, and he grins when you move your head to the side to give him better access. “You think he could make you cum like I do? Think he’d know how to make you scream like you do for me?”
The grip he has on your hips is a mixture of pain and pleasure. You feel him smile against your skin when his lips kiss over the developing mark on your collarbone, already starting to turn purple, from earlier. 
Then, without warning, he’s flipping you around and pressing you against the cold glass of the mirror. The plush flesh of your tits flatten against it along with your hands, making you gasp. He’s quick to find your ear, nibbling at it before whispering. 
“He’d never get the chance to even look at this pussy.”
“Fuck, Jun,” you squirm.
You know you’ve hit a nerve when you see his reflection toying with the drawstring of his sweatpants, tugging them down along with his boxers with one hand still on your hip. 
It’s clear as day that he wants to claim what was his, and you’re more than happy to let him do so. Because the look of determination bordering on something more territorial sends a thrill through you. 
You can see everything in this position, from the way he has you firm in his grip, to the way he’s slowly stripping from his own set of clothes. You watch as he grabs the flesh of your ass and squeezes it. And he can see you too, your flushed-out expression. 
“Bet Shotaro doesn’t know you like watching yourself get fucked out, huh?”
You exhale deeply, making his smirk grow as he runs his hands along your skin, slowly venturing to lightly tease along your slit. 
“And he’ll never get to know. Isn’t that right?”
Your eyes don’t leave his through the glass, “I don’t know,” you tease, “Maybe you should give me a good enough reason to make sure he never gets to know.”
You watch as he leans closer to you, his back slowly covering yours as he kisses against the nape of your neck. His cock head is teasing your entrance, sliding up and down your cunt tormentingly. 
“You know I love a challenge babe.”
He doesn’t even give you a beat to throw a snarky remark back at him because he finally thrust into you, deep and thick and just the perfect fucking  fit. Your eyes roll, matched by the guttural moan he lets vibrate beside your ear as you clench around him, listening to the small list of curses he lets slip past his lips.
“Already squeezing around my cock, huh?” He hisses through tight teeth, hands tangling in your hair and giving a sharp tug so your eyes snap open. “Eyes on me. I want you to see how much you fucking missed my cock.”
Your eyes are weak and hooded and your skin is flushed. You so desperately want to flutter them closed, but not more than you want to obey his command. So, you open them hazily and Renjun can’t get enough of it - enough of you. 
The way you let out cute, little whimpers with every thrust; the way your hands clench into fists against the mirror as he pounds into you from behind, his tempo unforgiving and merciless. The way his hand tangles in your hair to tug you close enough that your back is pressed against his chest. The way your own chest is heaving up and down, hips wiggling against his. 
He watches as your fist unclenches and comes to cover your mouth in a feeble attempt to hide your moans – that won’t do, he thinks.
“Don’t you dare hide those moans from me,” his voice may be breathy but it’s still commanding. The hand not in your hair snakes around your body so he can cup your tit. “I haven’t heard them for months, so don’t hide them from me.”
“And whose fault is that?” You counter, followed by soft whimpers as he squeezes your breasts.
“Stop reminding me.”
He rolls his eyes as his hand travels down the plain of your stomach, until his fingers reach the sensitive nub between your thighs, making you press your lips together.
The pace of his thrusts - deliberately harsh and sharp to entice moans from you - has you biting down on your lower lip.
“Look at yourself baby,” his breath fans over your heated skin. “So fucking pretty. All wrecked out for me.”
Your hair is tangled, wild and messy, and your thighs slick. It’s the hundredth time your body has begun shaken with desperation for his touch and - well -  you just look so damn needy. 
But who can blame you? Huang Renjun makes you feel things that no other person has. He hits spots so deep inside you, spots you didn’t even know existed. He is just not like anyone else and you love that he was all yours and you were all his.
And just when you think you couldn’t become more of a mess, the muffled words he speaks in your ear as he fucks into you are filthy enough to have you tittering on the edge. 
“Junnie!”
Your orgasm comes crashing down. Hot pleasure rushes through your veins and then throughout your whole body. Your hand reaches behind you to cling onto him like a lifeline, nails digging into his skin as he fucks you through his own release. Your head feels fuzzy with the feeling of his cock driving in and out of you along with his moans – especially when he lands one last final sharp thrust inside of your cunt. 
He holds your body close to his for a moment, letting the seconds pass as his mouth plants kisses messily against your shoulder. You shudder when you feel him pull out of you slowly, and then you feel his wet sticky cum dripping down your thigh. 
He grabs for your panties, which have been disregarded somewhere in the room, and starts to wipe off the cum on your skin. It doesn’t even register in your mind what he’s doing until you properly look at him in the mirror.
You try to pull away from him, but his hand finds your hip and holds you in place. “Renjun! I need to put those back on!” 
“Your point?”
You shake your head and look at him through the mirror, “I have rehearsals and my panties are going to be sticky from your cum.”
He smirks smugly, almost excited at the idea of you having rehearsals. He stands back to his feet holding your panties out for you to take. 
“Good,” he shrugs, “That way if Shotaro wants to try anything, he knows you already belong to someone.”
You scoff and take the panties from his hand, slipping them past your ass with a roll of your eyes. You both find the rest of your clothes, dressing yourselves quickly.  Honestly, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t slightly aroused at the idea of you wearing panties filled with his cum during a rehearsal. 
“Jealousy isn’t a good look on you, you know.”
“I don’t know about that one,” he gives you a shrug, then pulls you closer to him by your hand. “It helped me get to fuck you again didn’t it?”
You snort, “That’s your takeaway from all of this?”
He’s about to say something cocky, you know it, but he’s interrupted by a pounding at the door. 
“Are you two done fucking in there so we can get back to our dance practice?!” Haechan shouts and you hear utters from the others telling him to shut up. Renjun groans a series of curses as his friend’s voice starts complaining. 
“Give me a second will you?!” He yells back. 
“Seriously how long does it take to have makeup sex?”
“Shut it, Haechan!”
You can’t help the laughter and amusement in your expression as Renjun turns from the door to face you. 
“Is that what this was? Makeup sex?” You ask.
This time when he pulls your arm into him he wraps his hand around your waist, hovering right before your lips. “You know it was. How many more times do I need to tell you I’ve missed you for you to realize you’ll always be my girl?”
“Hmmm, maybe a couple more times.” You tease, and then your words soon morph into giggles as he nuzzles against your neck, right where he knows you're ticklish.
“Then I fucking miss you. A lot.”
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AITA for not liking my boyfriend's f-ckbuddy and telling my boyfriend it has been immature?
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My boyfriend [20, it/its] and I [19, it/its] have been together for awhile and have recently hit a rough patch in our relationship because of a lot of IRL stress for both of us.
During October BF got a job at a holiday store and had a crush on its coworker[19, he/him] who i was fine with, until my first legitimate interaction with him. he stole it's phone while they were hooking up (being an SA survivor and witness to other's SA, it was obviously a red flag). It turned out fine, but it triggered a severe mental break for me. I tried interacting with him multiple times after because BF liked him and didn't want any issues... wherein he was a complete dick to me especially when he learned about my personality disorder and ongoing paranoia.
Despite this and my adamant discomfort with CW, they continued to hook up and BF constantly defended CW for his jokes and comments that were directed at me. It's defense of him was "it's his coping mechanism/how he jokes," and basically to give him a break because he's abused. Being an abuse victim myself, I respectfully don't care, he has my empathy but it does not excuse him joking about running me over with his car.
I told BF I was no longer comfortable with the situation and CW as a whole, in which BF agreed not to talk about him... though continued to hook up with him after I told it I was uncomfortable with that, leading to BF cheating.
During Christmas, BF came to visit and was sexting CW in front of me, leading to me having multiple panic attacks and meltdowns which caused fights during BF's whole visit. BF's other partner [19, he/she] called CW out for his being a dick to me, and the topic of immaturity was brought up.
I had told BF that CW was very immature multiple times throughout the whole situation, and discussing with my other loved ones about certain things since October, I had been told BF was being immature.
So, when BF asked if I thought it was immature, I gave it an honest answer. Something along the lines of "Yes, you have been, but everyone does it, and you're mature most other times." This was not the answer BF wanted, so it was upset, but never told me until recently.
Since then, BF and CW have stopped physically hooking up, but not sexting. BF has been very petty and upset with me, bringing up things I said well over a year ago (such as "i don't want affection right now" while I was relapsing s/h) as reasons it's upset with me despite me explaining multiple times.
I still love BF so dearly, despite how shitty it's been recently. I feel like somehow the treatment is justified cause i was in a bad mental state and wasn't able to mask as well. I'm in therapy and improving a lot but the situation is still fresh and getting to me.
What are these acronyms?
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no hate at all whatsoever, just an inquiring mind who has never understood adoptables or things like that - are you not concerned that people will just take the outfits you designed and use them for their characters anyway? or, derivatives of it? what kind of rights do you have as the artist and like, what makes it a worthwhile business for you?
Adoptables are honestly something I'm extremely new to, so I feel like I'm not as informed in the business of it as others are (so feel free to chime in anyone who has bought/makes adoptables and has more insight)!
When it comes to people just taking the designs, I feel like you could argue that's a concern for any piece of art/design that's out here on the internet. As wild as the internet is, I truly believe most people are cool and see that ripping off a design from someone is unkind and hurtful. And more often than not, people will notice if someone plagiarized an artists work and will reach out to the artists to let them know.
On the whole, I think for everyone 1 person who will steal a design, there are at least 100+ people who think that's shitty and will back up an artist for it. Word gets out and for as big as the internet is, the art spaces and communities are quite small. People look out for one another here and grifters and art theft isn't tolerated in these spaces.
For rights it varies for everyone, but I usually give personal/non-commercial rights (although I'm open for buying commercial rights for some adoptables) and I retain the ability to use the design for promotional work (I don't usually end up doing this, but I put it in just in case)! And also I ask to be credited as well.
I enjoy making adoptables simply because I like designing things and instead of having them sit in a folder, it's nice to put them up for sale so they can get a new life somewhere! I wouldn't call it a huge part of my business right now because I'm still pretty fresh at it and do it rather infrequently (and I'm still learning a lot about it)! But it's fun nonetheless and if someone grabs a design, it's always really cool and super appreciated! 🙏💖
I hope this helped answer the question a little bit for you! I apologize again that I'm pretty shallow on my information for adoptables themselves, but I hope I could share a little insight with at least the bits that I know! 🙏💕💖
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let's talk about that one scene in oops
(and fizzarolli in general bc me and my autism r obsessed with this scene and haven't seen someone break it down. also ft. blitz lmao)
just a general scene and vague character breakdown/analysis!
i first of all want to admire the perfect representation of best friends to enemies with blitz & fizz because ugh.
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And like Blitz tells everyone this but the way it's so malicious here. Just the perfect simple dig and Fizz's little shit eating grin because it delivered how he knew it would sdfkjsdkf. Shoves Blitz to the side because really that's all he cares to say. Fuck you and what you did to me, bye bye <3 Fizz is so for talking shit and dipping (House of Asmodeus) I love how messy it is but also shows how he really doesn't hold malice for Blitz otherwise. Obviously we see this front and center later in the episode once they start reconnecting, but I like the subtlety and how he's so willing to snap at Blitz despite his usual anxiety with confrontation.
Blitz also knowing exactly what to say to really piss Fizz off once things escalate <3
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(Fizz literally so smug and content with himself lmfao)
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(smirk wiped off bc hey that's the thing i'm sensitive about!!)
But Fizz keeps his composure. And if you'll let me be alarmingly gay for a second, I love how his version of keeping his cool as a messy gay is managing to basically recreate this drag race confrontation in what is probably my favorite set of Fizzie lines.
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eat him up babes. also it's so important that that shitty coffee and fizz were on this side of the street for framing i'll talk about it more in a sec jfskjdfksf.
and now my personal favorite exchange of this entire scene that is criminally underrated imo:
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love his face after this line. I SUPPORT DISABLED PEOPLES WRONGS sfjdlkfsdd. literally so fucking nasty with his clown wit but also so justifiable because yeah blitz did just pull this nightmare and dip in fizz's pov. i cannot wait for that to get touched on more likeeee why were they kept apart ugh.
and finally!!
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this cut to blitz,, specifically the scarred side of his face is sooo good.
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the face of a man who just achieved critical vicious mockery vs. the face of a man that knows he can only win this interaction one way now
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Blitz does deserve a little violence maybe <3 Fizz underestimated his ass jjdkfsdlk.
Idk I just love how indicative this whole interaction is for their characters but especially Fizz, it's a perfect build-up for him. Fizz has major imposter syndrome with dual layers because of general haters but especially because of Mammon and Asmodeus. Not on any fault of Ozzie's,, we just see Fizz obviously thinks he isn't fully deserving of their relationship/his situation and the healthy dynamics of it and so do most major news outlets apparently askjfsk.
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(full fizzy meme post & also i like how this is a special also like damn do u think they were also apart of the crossword??)
It'll be really interesting to see how his character develops in future episodes because I feel like a lot of what I've rambled about here has come to a resolution after 2 Minutes Notice in the musical special lmao. I really like how here when he goes to compose himself, this is how he does it.
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Makes me wonder how many times him and Ozzie have had the self-worth and imposter syndrome conversation before it finally stuck in the Mammon Musical Special. I just love their relationship and how they compliment one another,, and how it projects into Fizz's other relationships because they're healthy for one another. Love my OTP love Blitz & especially love Fizzie. Obviously.
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Okay okay, hear me out; was watching an episode of SPN and lore hinged idea of the day(episode) was Zanna. Romanian folklore for good spirits that help children? IE Imaginary friends.
— please note I didn’t do further research on Zanna after this; I do plan to but my focus in it is probably gonna be gone tomorrow so please— if SPN fucked this folklore up or my supes basic understanding is very shitty; feel free to correct or add more to it ^^
Now imagine this:
Damian, off somewhere in the manor but easily findable— like the library or something and talking to Danny. Like Danny just shows up and for whatever reason— only Damian can see him. (Whether this be by Danny’s design or it’s some sorta magic thing).
Well anyway, Damian and Danny are chatting and anytime someone gets close enough to try to figure out who Damian is talking to— and they see he’s literally talking to an empty room?? He glares if he spots anyone. It started around the time Bruce was stuck in the timestream. Dick chalked it up to possibly zanna or just the kid making up an imaginary friend to cope with his dad being dead. Dick absolutely mentions it to the others when it doesn’t stop AFTER Bruce is back. Hes just like “be chill guys— he’s a kid. “He’s healing after all that assassin trauma and it’s cute— let him have his friend. “
He’s the only one that Damian has told about Danny. Like basic things
“He’s very knowledgeable about the stars. He glows. You remind him of his overbearing sister.”
And dick, clearly not coping well himself, just takes it as Damian trying to bond with him and encourages him. Doesn’t say one word about this “Danny” being imaginary.
I imagine Cass is like the only one who’s managed to see Danny but knows he’s not danger and Damian likes him.
I think this overly funny reveal would just be Danny appearing in front of the others and coaxing them to go to bed or like stealing food; and they spot him; register him as either dick or Tim, like at first glance because blue eyes black hair— (Like my cousin and my sibling used to have similar shades of hair and do still have the same body figure; so like without my glasses and when I’m distracted, I absolutely will mistake one for the other.) — and then their brain is like “wait no that isn’t right” and they think they absolutely hallucinated him because he legit disappeared right in front of them.
And when it comes to the reveal of “oh yes. This is my friend. Danny.”
Everyone is collectively losing their shit because what in the hell?!? Where did this kid come from?!? How did none of them find him out?!?
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I don't see how trump turning America into a christofacsist state is any different than the norm? like it's been like that for native and black people since it's creation like we inspired the nazis in the first place so like what the point? oh trumps gonna kill everyone who isn't a white cis male! and? that's what america's best quality since day one
Okay I'm actually going to respond to this Edgelord Supreme bullshit, because as absurd as it looks written out like this, I actually do think a lot of people are feeling some half-articulated version of this despair and cynicism. Let's kick that in the ass.
First, let's get one thing straight. History has been terrible awful bad always and forever. There have been a thousand genocides and a million wars and a billion brutal, inhuman war crimes. Back in the days of the earliest civilizations, wiping out entire cities when you defeated them was basically just how things were done for many societies. The fact that we have international laws and international bodies of justice, however obviously toothless they remain, is the result of thousands of years of extremely mixed progress.
So at this point, you pretty much have to say either that a) humans are an incurable blight and don't deserve to live, or b) that we've done amazing, beautiful things and experienced billions of moments of happiness and created art and fallen in love despite all this, so we're still worth working on. Personally, I am very strongly in camp b. I see things worth living for a hundred times a day. There's really no comparison.
Second, the USA is not uniquely bad. It is terribly damaging to people both within its borders and all over the world. It is build on genocide and slavery. Many of its foundational institutions are deeply corrupted by these things. And guess what, that's uh....pretty common. No, really. The US is currently a big fucking problem. It's our turn with the big stick, for sure. But even then, we're not alone.
So how the fuck is this encouraging? It isn't. I'm not encouraging you, I'm telling you to fucking GET GOOD, because when you say shit like the above, what I hear is "Oh I SEE, I'm a TERRIBLE PERSON I guess I should just kill myself to make your life easier." I hear someone who would rather give up and call their country morally bankrupt and irredeemable than to PUT IN SOME FUCKING WORK.
Cynicism is so comfortable. It doesn't ask anything of you. "It's always been like this," it says. "Nothing's going to change."
Except things do change, and things have changed, and your entire premise is in fact absolute dogshit. The two presidential candidates are not remotely the same, and we are not, yet, a Christofascist nation. I could, as many before me already have, enumerate the million concrete ways in which your premise is just not true, but honestly I won't bother, because it's not a premise in good faith. What I mean by that is that even a cursory examination of the actual facts would totally trash your expressed beliefs, so you're not really interested in the facts.
Change for the better can happen. Change for the better has happened. It's just not as EASY as you want it to be. There are more steps. For example, you can't have viable independent candidates until you have campaign finance and voting reform. So you have to push for those things. For years, probably decades. Many people have died without seeing the realization of things they fought for, and yet those things have come to pass. You may die fighting the good fight and not see the victory. I may too. Meanwhile, you make the choices that will hopefully get the fewest people killed.
So stop acting like we're all just too shitty to bother about, and put in some fucking work.
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| quit staring - song mingi |
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synopsis: it wasn’t the cologne or the grey blazer he put on this evening before the show, nor was it the slight gloss in his lips that made you fall into a craze for the entire night. it was the way his blazer was unbuttoned with nothing underneath. it was the way his chest was so plump with pretty muscles, the crevices and slight contours in his collarbones that made you weak in the knees— weak between your thighs.
warnings: sexting, dom!mingi, sub!bratty reader, reader starts staring hella hard at mingi, degradation (slut, whore, bitch), orgasm denial, fingering, car sex (slight), swearing, if i missed anything, you know what to do!
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there mingi was; stood over you, reaching to grab something on either side of you. the quick scent of his fresh cotton and sandalwood scent sends a rush through your nostrils, as well as the body oil he’d rubbed on his chest. he knew what he was doing tonight— using your favorite products to get you into bed all over him later.
he leans over to whisper something in your ear that you almost didn’t catch, but you force yourself to understand for the good of the group. “keep staring at me with your jaw on the floor so people won’t think something of it,”
you didn’t realize how hard you’ve been staring, but mingi felt your eyes burning holes through his torso all evening. you can’t help it when all you can think of is his hands around your throat while you ride him all through the night.
“i wasn’t staring. and you smell good so its hard not to look,” you whisper back. departing with a smirk, he takes his assigned seat across from you. your thighs nearly clench on their own, unaware of your surroundings.
the conversations and soft music continues to flood the room, as your thoughts continue to flood your brain and trying to control yourself becomes harder by the minute.
you finally decide to make a move on your boyfriend because it can’t keep going on like this. at this rate, if you stand up someone will find a patch of your juices on the chair and a wet stain on the back of your dress.
you turn on your phone and look to your left and right, making sure no one is looking at what you’re about to send.
to: my man
please
i need to go home
my man:
Stop staring at me
No im jp
Whats up? Talk to me
to: my man
i want you inside of me
like all the way inside pls
want u to bend me in half and fuck me
knock my lights out im so fr
with the last of your foul messages to mingi, he looks around and glances at you, smirking before shooting his next few texts.
my man:
Yeah? Do i look that good?
Think u deserve a good pounding from how you controlled yourself all night
Dont u think?
your thighs clench and your heart drops to your ass at the texts mingi just typed back to you, your cheeks turning a flushed berry red, and your nose becoming shiny from the thin layer of sweat hugging your skin.
to: my man
my god mingi
pls lets go home come up with a shitty excuse
say that ur brother just called
say he needs a ride somewhere
my man:
Needy girl
Okay. I’ll let hwa know.
Can u start my car? My keys are in ur purse
*seen*
your hands fidget with your purse on autopilot, rushing to remote start his car. you cannot wait to get home— the feeling is building up and you hope it’s mutual just so you’d get the fucking of your life tonight. you see mingi talking to seonghwa about wanting to go home and somehow it works. whatever he says makes seonghwa look worried for a second, but mingi ends up fleeing in faux worry. you get up and greet everyone with mingi behind you, watching everyone say their good lucks to mingi. hiding a laugh in your throat, you walk out of the door and hurry to the passenger seat of your boyfriends car. mingi follows suit, sighing the moment he closes his door.
“what’d you tell him that made him look so worried?” you begin.
“i told him my brother got sick and i had to drive him to the hospital. i don’t even have a brother,”
“as long as it worked. now let’s go home please, mingi.” the car doesnt move, mingi’s tongue pokes through his cheek as he smirks at you, watching the way your thighs clench and your breathing picks up. he breathes out a small chuckle, almost mocking your neediness. “you just can’t wait, can you?”
“no, baby. i can’t, i’ve waited all day.” your breath hitches in your throat when mingi’s long fingers graze through your inner thighs and up your skirt. he tips his head up to face you, planting a kiss on your chin. he moves his fingers up, pushing your panties to the side and sliding a finger between your folds. he rubs up and down, eliciting a couple gasps and moans from you.
“this what you wanted, y/n?” he stares lasers into your face, distracting you from his thick index and middle fingers plunging into your sopping hole. he curls them, pulling the strings of your orgasm and threatening to ruin his expensive custom leathered seats. “oh my g- slow down! i can’t—“ his fingers move at an ungodly pace, making you oh so overwhelmed with how powerful your orgasm is about to be from his fingers alone. when he doesn’t get the response he anticipates, he lands a harsh slap on your clit making you yell.
“that wasn’t my question. is this what you wanted so bad in front of my friends? what if someone saw the dirty texts you were sending me, hm? would you want that?”
just when you’re about to cum, mingi snatches his fingers out of you, pressing the brake and shifting gears to begin driving home. “if you complain about not cumming, you’ll never see the end of it, am i clear?”
“yes,” you breathe out, fixing your panties and trying to calm yourself to the best of your abilities.
the ride becomes slower and more dreadful, waiting to get home to finally reach an orgasm.
after what feels like hours, you arrive home and rush up the stairs to your bedroom, quickly undressing, waiting for mingi to see you ready for him. you hear his footsteps walking up the stairs, inching closer to the bedroom. he locks the door behind him as if anyone were to walk in.
“if you weren’t my girl, i’d think you were a whore. take your bra off.” the words mingi says to you never fail to make you feel like the smallest of the small, and never fail to make your panties wet. you almost drool on yourself, feeling how his sharp cat-like eyes watch your body move and your tits bounce with the moves you make. he undresses himself and hovers over you, grabbing your leg and putting it over his torso. he plants kisses on your neck, up to your jaw and beginning a hot makeout. your tongue explores every inch of his mouth, sucking and breathing in his venom.
“fuck, mingi. please do something.” he continues to grind over your heat, rubbing against your black laced panties. your wet cunt is visible to him through the lace, making his breath pick up. he leans down to suck a generous amount of skin on your right nipple, making your back arch upwards. he sucks and sucks like his life depended on it, blowing on the spot and sending chills through your chest.
“yeah? want me to be rough with you? think you deserve a good pounding after what you did to me at dinner today?” he brings his fingers down to your clit, rubbing quickly before unnoticingly pushing his fat cock into your hole. you try to answer him by apologizing, but you need a moment to adjust to his size.
“fuck! fuck!” you scream out as he straightens himself upwards and has your legs on his shoulders. he pounds into you quicker, not giving you a moment to relax. it’s skin on skin and it’s raw. his tip is kissing your cervix, making your thighs shake on his chest.
“there you go, pounding you like the good bitch you are. gonna knock you up, yeah? wanna walk around with my babies in you?”
beads of sweat begin to form on the base of his chest and the corners of his forehead, making you clench around him. he feels your orgasm approaching, making him slow his thrusts just to bother you.
this fucker.
“faster, mings.” you moan and cry in hopes that he’ll let you cum, but…
“you’re not cumming yet. i’m cumming first tonight, i deserve it.”
“i can’t hold it mingi please please please!” his pace quickens at an ungodly speed, making you fall silent and mingi groaning and whimpering at the feeling. your stomach clenches and mingi continues his abuse on your pussy.
“fuck, oh my god, baby. should have a gangbang from how good this pussy is. wanna share my bitch with my crew, yeah?” he leans down and lands a slap on the right side of your face, making your eyebrows furrow and your lips out from how fucking good your boyfriend is pounding you. the thought of a gangbang makes your pussy clench again around him, making his eyes darker and his chest heave.
“what a whore. wanna fuck my friends and show off what’s mine? you’re not even ashamed?” he grabs your jaw and makes you look into his eyes.
“n-no, just w-want you to fuck me. i live for you, i’m yours to use.”
“good girl, finally your brain works,” his cock throbs in your heat as his thrusts become shallow and slower. your eyes roll back as you try to hold your orgasm again.
“can i cum? please please please can i cum?” you beg, holding his hand and begging for a release.
“cream on my cock, pretty. let me feel you.”
“th-thank you! fuckkk,” it feels like you’re floating when your orgasm finally reaches and you let all go. mingi stops while he’s still in you, waiting for you to calm down before he shoots his load into you.
“gonna take a picture of my cum in you and send it to the groupchat. how’s that sound?”
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BRO- LEMME TELL YOU SOMTHIN- LET ME TELLYOUS OMTHING- WHEN I SAW KALDO FRICKING GEHENNA i became a fricking mad dog without a leash, SOMEONE PLEASE SEDATE ME-!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I SWEAR OMGOSH-HE'S SO- MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM. anyways i'm so normal about him could i request sum smol hc??:)) please and thank y<3
kaldo gehenna is not a snack.
he's an entire gourmet meal.
i'm taking a different route and writing for him as a big bro bc he just gives a big bro vibe to me <3
reader is fem! reader
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being kaldo's sister includes...
first of all, i'm so sorry you were born from the same womb as him
sucks to suck because he makes your life miserable in the best way possible and you're not even sure if that's physically possible, but somehow he makes it happen.
if you had a nickle for each time someone asked you if you and kaldo were dating because you guys are 1) opposite genders 2) look NOTHING alike and 3) get along fairly well in public, you would not need any inheritance money from your family to be rich.
at this point, kaldo is ready burn whoever asks either of you if you guys are romantically involved, like seriously he's sitting like "i raise this girl from the crib, we share a crib, we have world war five thousand in the same crib, and if i didn't know any better i would think i birthed this gremlin myself-"
you have a love hate relationship with him, take it or leave it.
of course, you guys will love each other and protect each other when it matters, but if it's a random ass tuesday, he'll throw a slice of cheese at your face
imagine the look on your brother's coworkers' faces when you waltz in like "where the hell is the burning pile of trash i need to beat the shit out of him-"
legit the security guards nearly had to sedate you to calm you down
and kaldo over here skipping down the hallway, sees you, goes "tee hee" and skedaddles.
everyone saw that
they don't know how to feel about it
and they have no clue what he did, but they're pretty sure he signed a death warrant with the way you're ready to bite someone's head off
not even orter knows what to do, he's standing there confused out of his mind
by the time they calm you down enough to ask you what happened (kaldo farted and made it look like it was you in front of your crush), no one has the right to be mad at you
honestly, if they were a teen and their sibling pulled some mad shit like that, they'd be upset too
i'm not kidding, i'm pretty sure orter would rip wirth's head off, like i'm sorry but i can't imagine that not happening-
however, kaldo has to deal with you at some point because you live in the same house
there's no avoiding this one for him
he did this to himself
other than the occasional war he starts on his own, kaldo is generally a reliable big brother.
reliable as in he's going to count every single favor you ask from him and make you pay for every single one of them back
and yes, he's fed you honey sashimi and made you eat a whole serving as a dare, and i don't think you can look at honey the same way anymore.
however, regardless of how shitty he is 90% of the time, there will never be a day he leaves you hanging when you're in danger.
oh, someone's stalking you? don't worry, he's already stalking them back. there's been an assassination attempt on you? nah, he already tailing them, and they should be on their deathbed some time soon lmao
doesn't tolerate a single bit of disrespect towards you
it doesn't matter if you did something wrong first (though he highly doubts it because his baby sister is a model citizen and is smart enough to know what the law is).
honestly, it's already going to ring alarm bells in his head if someone starts blaming you the moment they see him because yes, he knows you're a hotheaded person, but you know the difference between what's self-defense and what's down-right harrassment.
and all the times you've been in trouble with the law because you jumped somebody, it was all self-defense.
one time, some guy tried groping you, another time a saleswoman was yelling at you and nearly shaking you by the shoulder when you claimed her goods were fake, and the first time you got in trouble you were a kid giving one of the poorer kids an apple that you were going to pay for... but the vendor called you a thief before you could get your allowance out.
yeah, kaldo doubts you'd cause any serious problems, and he already knows who's going to jail by the look on your face.
like people might think they can get away with messing with you because you're a spoiled little girl from a noble family, but they don't count on the fact your brother will breathe down their neck with murderous intent until they give you an honest apology.
he's the only one who can mess with you and get away with it. not even his own coworkers gets a pass. thankfully, they don't blame you for some illegal shit that happened, but if something happens and kaldo manages to hear what happened, he's going to be side-eyeing them for a while.
the only time normal citizens get to see what his eyes look like is when he's defending you, and honestly, they wish they could be the person they were before then.
i'm so serious that kaldo is HORRIFYING when he's angry, but thankfully, he's not an easy guy to piss off. in most cases, he'll piss someone else off before they get a chance to annoy him.
one time some random noblewoman pretended that you ran into her during a party of sorts and made her spill wine all the way down her dress just to yell at you.
little did she know mr. flame cane was at the party too, and it's no secret that you're a member of the gehenna family, let alone the only sister of kaldo.
honestly, he's onto her like a fucking sleep paralysis demon.
same with anyone else who thinks messing with you is a good idea.
and people who DO know you can clap cheeks as good as your brother can KNOWS not to mess with you.
your coworkers? perfect behavior, never sasses you, has great manners, never raises their voices at you.
your friends? they get some leeway, but only if they're messing with you as a joke. they know more than well not to cross your boundaries.
your lover?
you don't have one.
kaldo made some impossible quiz type thing that basically disqualifies all your possible suitors to be your potential lover.
overprotective, yes, but unless you genuinely love someone and it's obvious to him they love you just as much, if not more, then he won't stop the tomfoolery.
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number1jeonginstan · 2 days
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Maybe I'm not in the right mindset to write this, but let me go on a tangent real quick. And I genuinely do not give a flying fuck if I get hate, but this needs to be said.
Maybe it's just me, maybe it's watching so many writers leave, maybe it's because I'm having a shitty day, but I'm so annoyed by the underappreciation some writers are getting on this app, and I'm sure as hell not talking about myself.
I've talked about this before, and I'll talk about it again. You guys are underappreciating some writers on this app, and slowly everyone is going to leave. The reason writers love sharing their work is because of their feedback.
You don't have to even write an entire 5-page essay on how you liked someone's fic, but rather just a "this was so well written" or "I loved it!"
I'm thankful for a community where I can write asks months later, but still get interaction or people thanking me for writing their fics and thoughts, but I also know some people who do not get the same thing, which is so frustrating.
In the past week and a half? I've seen so many amazing writers that inspired me to finally create my own account to share my thoughts with y'all, leave this app. Seeing them leave is frustrating because of the lack of engagement or interaction.
I'm begging you, please for the love of god, tell writers if you like their work. It is so dehumanizing writing to a bunch of bots and it just feels repetitive to the point where some writers don't want to write anymore.
Ju <3
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hey, just wanted to say thanks for the rec for Cat Girl. it is the best kind of extremely uncomfortable! but it's got me musing on your note about the relevance of the cat girl element itself. I agree that it is depicting an abusive relationship, but it's clear that Peter is completely incapable of perceiving that that's what it is, because he's so far down a deeply screwed hole of ideology. (continued in a sec, hang on-)
- so Peter is the way he is because he has accepted a series of small explanations for the things in his life as seeming accurate, that has stacked up into a deeply dysfunctional worldview that he's too deep into to question at all. so I think the Literal Government Issued Cat Girl is very much a metaphor for a society-level case of "you don't question your own idea of normal". rather than address the root of the problem, a wildly unethical bandaid has been slapped on it. in other words; Peter doesn't question that his ideas are correct, when they're obviously very skewed. but the society that gave him Andi doesn't question that it is normal for people to get this twisted up in an effort to make sense of the world. of COURSE there are internet chuds, people like Peter existing is "normal". and in the process of just accepting that some people are unsalvageable, innocent people like Andi get hurt, and that's just "normal" too. Peter isn't unfixable. it's clear he could be better, WANTS to be better, because he is straight up miserable. but he doesn't consciously know that, or how to start. the decision that some people are just fundamentally screwed up and there's nothing anyone can do about it doesn't just hurt him, it lets him hurt the people around him. Andi is, metaphorically, everyone else being tossed under the bus alongside Peter by the simple act of treating him like he's just inherently a shitty person.
Man, this is a long ask! If I were the author of Cat Girl, I'd be honored to see someone spend so much time thinking about it. But I don't think I agree, exactly.
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Peter wants to "be a good person", yes, but his understanding of what a "good person" is is completely self-centered. Him calling Andi "Yua" while talking over her trying to explain that she does in fact have a name is obviously establishing him as a douche, but it's also worth noting that "Yua" is a Japanese name. He's thinking of her as an anime waifu and not a person (or, given the first results when I google "Yua", a porn star, but maybe it's a Breath of Fire 2 reference)
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And while he falls into depressive self-loathing after she complains about not having a change of clothes, his internal monologue is entirely about himself. At no point, ever, does Peter even consider that Andi has feelings or is anything other than a reflection on him.
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When he locks her in a closet, his most overtly abusive act, he starts crying because he feels bad about what a bad person he is, but even while he's crying he's simultaneously blocking the door, which is a very literal depiction of their relationship. His angsting about being a good person is not his way out of the problem, it is the problem. He never even once considers being nice to Andi because she'll like it, it's entirely "I don't want to force her to have sex with me (because that would make me feel bad), but maybe if I'm nice to her she'll initiate the sex". And he doesn't even care about the sex itself, just the implicit validation of being Confirmed Good By A Girl.
Peter is the way he is because his morality is entirely self-centered. Andi is a way for him to prove his morality to himself (well, try to and fail), not an actual person whose feelings he's ever considered except for if she hates him or not. That's what makes him such an interesting villain, he keeps concocting a story in his head where he's the poor sweet babu trying his best and never stops doing that to let his girlfriend out of the closet.
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calling lesbians who aren't okay with "trans men lesbians" radfems is weird as hell when "trans men are just confused lesbians" IS a widespread radfem stance. if you support them whatever but it's disingenuous to act like lesbians who don't want to date trans men are radfems for that
I think policing relationships and gender and such in the queer community is genuinely one of the worst things that's happened to us in the last 20 years.
I think if you're attracted to someone or not then ok? That's it. Period.
Who cares how they identify or the words they use?
"lesbophobia"
Give me a fucking break. Show me the trans man killing lesbians. Trying to get lesbian relationships to be criminalized? To have them removed from the queer community?
You can't. Because it's not trans men doing that. It's TERFs.
"they're invading our spaces!"
Oh like a hypothetical evil cis man would invade a bathroom by pretending to be a woman?
I said radfem-lite lite for a reason ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
We made up a bunch of rules for how the Other person you're attracted to identifies and then moralized it and made DNIs and started calling queer people"-phobic" based on Your own ideas of gender/relationships (good job creating a more inclusive shitty binary with rules btw) and acting like everyone who doesn't agree with Your rules and ideas is some queerphobic enemy is fucking wild.
The whole point of queerness is simply that we aren't allo cishets. That we're different. And it's something we ALL experience so we're supposed to be understanding. That sometimes people WONT have the same concept of gender as you, the same rules and that's okay. We are a community because understand each other on that. We agree and have that solidarity because we ALL experience this from people who believe that binary can NOT allow for trans people or queer relationships.
I will literally Never ever agree with anyone who disagrees any of this. They're no ally of mine or the queer community. You are wildly accepting of your siblings or you have some queerphobia to work on.
Believe whatever the hell you want but to say Specific queer people are "invading" your space is also just fucking ahistorical. For a long time lesbian was the only word even used if you presented as a woman and liked people who presented as women. Did you know that? Who cares if you were a man or woman or trans or a gender?
If you feel like how someone ELSE identifies undermines your own identity then welcome to the Same Exact reason that homophobic and transphobic straights are homophobic and transphobic!!
We make them question gender and relationships in ways that make them uncomfortable. That make them question their own relationship to gender itself. And nobody is supposed to do that. You're supposed to follow the rules. Girls aren't supposed to kiss girls. And nobody is supposed to want to transition.
And so just like we tell them, I will tell you: if there is no harm being done, then there's no foul. Mind your own business instead of worrying about someone else's.
Some lesbians having the same struggle to accept this as allo cishets do, does not mean that they are being attacked and persecuted by trans man lesbians anymore than cishet women are being persecuted by fake trans people.
Can we please be over this now?
We get enough shit from straight people trying to regulate gender, we truly do not need reinvent the same fucking dynamic in our own community.
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cynifer · 14 hours
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Team Free Will began the downfall of Supernatural. The show was always about the brothers. It isn’t an ensemble piece. I don’t know why fans insist on stanning extras who ultimately mean nothing to the core story. This includes Castiel. “Fans” like you are what ruin the Supernatural fandom. If you aren’t stanning Sam and Dean you can’t really call yourself a fan of the show.
Wow. This is…a lot.
Let me start by saying if Kripke didn’t add Angels and if Crowley had never appeared on the show, there is no way we would have gotten 15 seasons. No way.
Because 15 seasons of Sam being a selfish jackass, Dean pouting about it, the brothers making up and then starting all over all while chasing the monster of the week would have eventually gotten stale.
Misha, both Marks and Alex*, being listed as the main cast at various times is verifiable proof that TPTB though it was an ensemble show. Just because the finale was an epic fuck up doesn’t change that.
Fans like you can complain all you want about the “extras” but they aren’t invited to conventions for no reason: they are very popular with the majority of fans. Because most fans can see that the addition of people outside of the Winchester bloodline actually expanded the appeal of the show AND the appeal of Winchester brothers. We got to see so much more of their personalities** without them being filtered through the prism of brotherhood.
And to be blunt, Jensen definitely needed different actors to work with because Jared most certainly didn’t challenge him much. You can only do so much when your acting partner thinks a well-placed huff passes for emoting.
As much as I’ve grown to enjoy the first three seasons of SPN, the first time around I was getting annoyed midway through season 3. Dean sacrificed himself so that Sam could live and Sam spends the better part of the season either giving him shit about it or just completely ignoring Dean’s inner turmoil about it. (The Christmas episode comes screaming to mind here. Instead of thinking about how it was going to be Dean’s last Christmas, Sam spent most of the episode moping about how shitty his Christmases were as a child. It wasn’t about how hard Dean tried to make Christmas special for Sam and how Dean wanted to do that one final time, it was about Sam and his issues. As ever.)
So you’ll excuse me if I think giving (mostly) Dean friends he could both work with and trust - not only at times when he couldn’t trust Sam, but with feelings he knew he couldn’t share with Sam*** - was a great idea and infused much needed life into the show.
Castiel (and Misha) pretty much stole season 4 from Sam. His fans feel cheated Sammy didn’t save Dean from Hell so they will forever be salty that Kripke (and those who followed him) decided to keep trying his luck by adding more recurring characters after the spectacular success of Misha/Cas being added to the show.
Literally everyone except people who don’t like Misha consider him the third lead on the show. If you don’t like that, it’s a you problem, pal.
*I’m sure I’m missing others. Jim Beaver maybe?
**Insert your own snarky joke about Sam’s lack of personality here.
***Because as much as Sam would beg Dean to share his feelings, whenever Dean caved and did just that, invariably Sam would use that info against him.
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sinner-sunflower · 1 day
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A HH Lucifer-centric AU 22/22
PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 15, PART 16, PART 17, PART 18, PART 19, PART 20, PART 21
I can't believe it?? I made it, Ma!
Luci's General Suit inspired by this FANART on twt by @kajina_97
This is the COMIC that inspired me to write the whole thing because I wanted this ending so bad klajdklsa it's by @Sandranetta_13 on twt
Dk what tomorrow might entai. Might be the first chapter for the sequel?
Let me know what you guys think! Please, I'm very desperate.
I'm willing to do a Q&A regarding your thoughts. DMs and Asks are OPEN! <3
Will link the sequel here once posted
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Everything was relatively normal the following week. His and Charlie's long overdue moment with no more miscommunication made Lucifer feel a whole lot better. He couldn't ask for a better daughter.
Dressing himself in one of his battle suits, he felt like he could take on the world. Nothing says King of Hell like your best warrior outfit and a badass sword in full display.
Lucifer: Looking pretty dapper there, me.
Lucifer doesn't even bother to style his hair- it now flows animatedly like that of Lilith's.
Flowers were still being sent to him especially when he was first spotted roaming around the hotel after a week-ish long recovery. Charlie had the amazing idea of making a greenhouse or some sort of garden to put all the flowers and keep them alive as long as possible.
They got rid of any red ones after someone sent a buttload of them which then caused him to have a mini panic attack. Alastor is subtly trying to take that moment off his mind by leaving Marigolds everywhere. It's sweet but soon they're going to need a separate greenhouse for just the Marigolds. Where'd he even get these??
Finding his first Marigold of the day, in the bathroom of all places really Alastor??, he makes his way to the lobby. Everyone was there doing their own thing.
Husk and Angel are at the bar as usual, with the latter talking animatedly about something that puts an endearing expression on Husk's face. Nifty is putting on roach puppet shows for Alastor. The radio demon notices him and conveys his most 'help me' face but he just chuckled and gives him a thumbs up. The cyclops named Cherri is today's gift screener, grumbling about the pollen and the shitty taste some demons have.
Charlie and Vaggie were talking to a small group of demons by the entrance. As soon as his daughter sees him, she said something to the group then walked over to him.
Charlie: Good morning, dad!
Lucifer: You look busy.
Charlie: They're sinners who are asking about the hotel! I'm so happy that people are at least coming here to check it out. Did you have a good sleep?
Lucifer: Well, I don't feel like passing out today. So pretty good!
Charlie: That's great, dad!
Angel: Short king! Looking good in that fit!
Cherri: Yeah! Do a spin, hot stuff!
He blushes at the sudden attention. Everyone is looking at him in awe- maybe it was too much?
Alastor: Nonsense, dear.
Alastor appeared beside him in a flurry of shadows, seemingly reading his mind. He bends down at Lucifer's level to whisper in his ear. He plucked the Marigold Lucifer was holding, putting it behind the King's hair.
Alastor: I, for one, think you never looked so.. raveshing~
Damn him.
Lucifer: Shut up.
Lucifer hisses in response. Like, seriously? In front of his daughter? Thank Father, Charlie didn't hear that.
Charlie: Yeah! You look so cool. I don't think I've seen you wear that except for when there's a banquet.
Lucifer: Yeah, well, I wanted to look put together after everything.
Charlie softens at his words.
Alastor: No need for that, sire. I'm sure no one is foolish enough to comment negatively on what the King of Hell chooses to look like.
Lucifer: What does that make you then?
Alastor: Privileged, my King~
Lucifer rolls his eyes at the audacity but he can't help but smile. Man, he never thought he'd miss their constant banter.
Charlie: You look awesome, dad, okay? Al, please slow down with the Marigolds, Nifty's going crazy. Oh! Dad, right, Aunt Bel called said that the Sloth Ring is making incredible progress and that she'll visit again soon. I think Aunt Bee is planning a party with the other Sins and would like it to be held here in Pride! At the hotel! It would be so cool and of course if you're not ready I can tell them and maybe a little get together would be better. I'll even invite Sev! He gave flowers for you too and Vaggie was so jealous when I said he was my ex and thought the flowers were for me, she was so cute-
Lucifer tried, but he stopped listening halfway through his daughter's talk. It was a bit of an information overload but he kept a small, genuine smile on his face for her.
Then something caught his eye that made him stopped smiling altogether.
Charlie notices this causing her to stop talking.
Charlie: Dad?
He should answer but his eyes were locked on the wall behind Charlie. Plastered on the higher part of the lobby's wall was a glowing mark- gold wings with a dot on the center.
Lucifer turns around so fast to look outside the hotel's window. Heaven looks so out of place up there, sticking out like a sore thumb upon Hell's red skies.
A glint in the distance made him act. Without warning, he took off with such force that those inside the hotel were knocked down by the gust of his wings.
He breaks the window on his way out and pulls out Lightbringer. Lucifer brings the sword up and-
A powerful explosion lit up the sky. The sky split in two and fire appeared high and wide over Pride. At that moment, everyone became so hot that they couldn't bear it, as if their whole body was on fire. They wanted to rip their skin off just to get a sense of relief but then the sky shut closed. A strong thump was heard by every demon in the vicinity and then they were all thrown a few meters.
It felt like an eternity before Charlie and the others could get their bearings. Those that didn't get knocked out went outside, once there, they see Lucifer far up in the sky, holding up a flaming sword. The signature pentagram of the city has been fractured by whatever happened and demons all around were either hurt or unconscious.
Charlie: Dad!
Charlie calls out to her dad but he doesn't acknowledge her. His gaze never leaving Heaven, as if he's seeing something that no one else can.
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A screen locked on Hell zooms out as the machine's voice rang out 'target disengaged'.
An angel looking similarly to Lucifer, except there's blue tints on the spots where Lucifer had reds, was looking down at Hell pulling back a large, golden gun. They blew the smoke residue and sighed.
Michael: Hello, Lucifer... Still causing trouble, I see.
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it's done??
cliffhanger but don't worry, there's a sequel!
I spent 30 minutes looking for that comic that inspired this ending.
Did y'all catch that Lemmino reference? I'd have that description in my head rent free ever since I watched Grazed by the Apocalypse
Again, I'd love to hear your thoughts on this! This was my first published baby and I'm so proud !
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Favorite jegulus headcannon? Hope you feel better ☺️
Thank you thank you.
I have so so many.
They are soulmates. Made f or each other.
I also read somewhere (but lost the post) that they are variants and it’s so true. Like James would have been like Reg if he grew up on the same shitty situation and viscera.
I love when Regulus falls first but James falls harder.
James only has eyes for Regulus. He is a jealous boyfriend bc he is afraid of loosing Regulus. Because in his eyes Reg is so perfect, everyone wants him and Reg could do so much better.
But Regulus only has eyes for the perfect JamesPotter. Regulus only loves a few things, and amongst them you can find James, Sirius, Pandora, Barty and Evan.
James is the first one to try to get the two friends group to be a huge one.
James ask him for marriage but Regulus was planning to ask first.
They love stargazing together.
They are crazy unhinged abut each other.
They both take care of each mental health.
They are both the most competitive, perfectionists, ambitious overachievers to ever exist.
They both love pranks bc they appreciate people being ingenious.
Regulus loves how kind and brave James is. And how he’ll help everyone and make everyone feel welcome. James is the funniest person Reg has ever met. James is proud of that.
James loves Regulus brain. He loves how smart he is. He loves how he protect his friends and help the hunger students. He also loves how talented he is at everything. Specially quidditch. He loves watching Regulus and his dad cooking a potion, and how kind Regulus is to his parents. He looooves him so so much. He also loves to see right through him through that angry gaze. He knows Regulus heart. He sees him.
Regulus loves looking right through James too. He notice him, when he is hiding behind a smile Regulus knows. He goes and hugs him and makes James talk about said “negative feeling” so he can too manage his emotions. Regulus is there for James when he has panic attacks over not being the perfect son or the perfect quidditch player. He loves watching James play. The determination he has on the field. It’s hot.
Regulus also love James body. Made by the god for sure. His favourite parts? Back, abs, shoulders and arse.
James favourite Regulus body parts? Waist. Waist. Waist. His legs, his abs and his arse. He also love his sharp jaw, his milky colour and his grey and blue eyes. The are perfect.
Regulus loves James glasses. His brown eyes and the freckles that cover his face. Oh and his shinny smile. As bright as the sun.
Also for me Regulus is gay and trans. (I see him as Timothee Chalamet or Finn Wolfhard)
James is pansexual and obsessed with Regulus Black. (Yeah that’s a sexuality.) ( I see him as Aaron T Johnson or Reiky de Valk)
Okay thanks for the question. It really distracted me from my sickness. Lots of love ❤️
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