#former dia

[cheemken]

“No one could deviate from that path. Not even Iris herself could deviate from that path.” KNIGHT THIS DAMNED LINE

She is just SO convinced that she’s destined to be someone she’s not. God I love it when the good characters eventually fall into madness

Also, I would like to hear about Iris freezing people and forcing them to tell Diantha and Lance what they’ve said in the past

Imagine Iris threatening their families lives or threading to kill their Pokémon, like having Haxorus or Hydregion hold down that persons Pokémon while getting ready to maul it to death, if they don’t start talking and explain to her parents what part they played in her descent to insanity

Please Iris needs therapy at this point too😭🤣

Homegirl really fucking lost it na and she's there making sure everyone knows it's their fault and just cjdmbd ough™

But like omf yeah can you imagine cbmdbd the Shadow Triad taking them off the Frigate, down with the others, and god everything suddenly felt colder, everything went quiet, and then Iris looks back to the Triad, telling them to watch over Bianca within the Frigate, make sure Hilda and Hilbert won't come back, kill them if they must. And just chdmdb imagine the other Champions being so wary now that Iris is down there with them, B. Kyurem at her side and god imagine how that'd fuck up the rest of the Unova kids tho, that Iris managed to take Zekrom to fuse with Kyurem. And ofc, the Dragon is there glaring down at everyone, waiting for its hero's commands.

Then Iris approaches this man, fighting off Plasma grunts, she calls out Haxorus, pinning down his Krookodile with a snarl, the man was petrified when he saw Iris, and the grunts took it as an opportunity to also grab him, forcing him to kneel before his god. He looks up at her, terrified, pleading for mercy, it make Iris grin. She then crouched down his level, grabbing his jaw as she forced him to look at Lance and Diantha, "you've always been one of the more.. opinionated ones," Iris began, voice almost sounding soft, then she chuckled, "so go ahead, why don't you tell my parents all the bullshit you tell every goddamn person about me." She sneered, her grip on his jaw lowered down to his neck, her hold on him was tight, his vision almost obscured by black spots. His own words caught in his throat, tears fell from his eyes, the words that came out his mouth were pleas of mercy, which did not appeal to Iris. Growling, she grabbed the man and threw him to the ground, stepping hard on the back of his head, slamming his face to the ground, and an unsettling crack rang in their ears.

"tell them!" She growled, ignoring the cries from Lance and Diantha for her to stop, then she crouched down, grabbing him by his hair, forcing him to look up at her parents again, his face was covered in blood. Iris chuckled now, eyes half lidded as she stared at him, "tell them. Tell them every single one of your thoughts about how fucking pathetic I am. Tell them how much you hate their daughter. Tell them, or I'll make sure you watch your Krookodile die a cold and painful death."

And he finally did, as his tears mixed with his blood, he finally spoke about his hatred for Iris, even before she became Champion. Told them about how he thought she was an incompetent Gym Leader, how she was just a child, doesn't matter she was a prodigy. Told them how she doesn't take her job seriously, even tho she really did. Told them about how he thinks she just got lucky to have beaten Alder, it should've been Hilbert that's the Champion. Told them about every spiteful thing he ever thought about Iris, about how he thought she wasn't fit to be Unova's Champion, how he never gave her the respect she deserves, how he never saw her as a Champion, how he wished she could've lost immediately on her first battle as Champion to be replaced with someone he thinks is more competent. He told them how Drayden should've just left her in Blackthorn. He told them everything. He told them how much he hated a child who only wanted what's best for their region.

Imagine how that'd mess up Dia and Lance tho, cause hearing it first hand now, it fucked them up. This man hated Iris from the start, from the time she was still Gym Leader, thinking she was incompetent. How their daughter had to endure this kind of hatred for so long, since she was young, since she was still a twelve year old kid suddenly thrusted into a world where failure to meet expectations would be met with more spiteful words of discouragement from the masses.

And god just cjdmbd imagine Iris throwing him back to the ground, and he's there crying out for mercy, for forgiveness, but Iris looked at him devoid of any emotion, her eyes almost gleaming with an ominous light, she spoke, "kill him." Then she turned to Haxorus, "both of them." And she went back to Lance and Diantha's side, not sparing a glance back at the man, his and his Krookodile's fate sealed by Haxorus' Guillotine.

Imagine her then smiling wryly, "well.. was that enough? Or do you want to hear more? I'm sure there's a lot of them who wants to tell you just how shit I am." She laughed as if it's some sort of twisted joke, not giving them the time to process the way the grunts and Haxorus killed the man and his pokemon, as Iris dragged them somewhere else, making them hear more of just how the people of Unova see her.

#bonus points imagine dia having to relive her own trauma tho bc its so similar to what the kalos peeps say abt her back then too #how she only got lucky and how she was really incompetent #that she shouldnt have beaten the former champion that easily #and she understands why iris is like this she does but she knows what iris is doing is wrong #and she and lance dont know what to do to really help her now #and just hfkdnd #ough your honour they make me so ill😭 #villain iris au #death tw #an ask and an answer #jerseyk112 #edit: i just realized i didnt write her freezing the man omf💀 #but like maybe the next guy nalang hahahahah

[rubys-domain]

i've made some progress

#⇢₊˚⊹ 🩷∥ruby∥yo，ide yo !! #only took staying up all night #and actually putting my phone on a damn table cuz i'm usually a thumb player with rhythm games #i like laying down when i play. but apparently i need to actually try with this game #the nerve 🙄 #you'd think that being a former SIF player would mean i wouldn't completely suck at this game. they kinda had the same layout and all that #(specifically the notes flying from the upper middle and fanning out and downwards) #but it seems my skillz have been dulled from lack of practice #i also had to adopt /the/ most minimalist live settings ever #i underestimated how much the 3d background distracted me. cuz switching to 2d really helped #(also pls excuse my non-bloomed yuta. i don't have enough drops to bloom him yet) #(and i don't want to use dia for that) #anyway. glad that i now have one more time-waster in my roster besides genshin lol

[herbertlangethings]

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[astaroth1357]

The MC Meeting the Brothers' (+Dia & Barbs) Cults

So like. Imagine the Brother's Fanclubs + Witchy Requests. That's this.

Contents: Satanic themes, demon stuff, witchy inspirations

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Lucifer

Lucifer's cults take this shit SERIOUSLY. They're not just fooling around with the occult, they live and breathe it.

I'm talking dark robes, goats heads, bonfires, animal blood, ritual dances- You know. The works.

Definitely the sort of occultists who gatekeep other occultists. They want the world to think of THEM, the followers of the mighty Lucifer, as THE quintessential demonic cult to model all others after. He (and by that they mean they) deserves no less.

Oh yes, they are a very prideful and obnoxious bunch... Completely void of self-awareness too. Try to point out how arrogant they're being and they'll call you crazy.

Lucifer openly despises most of them and possesses a quiet distain for the rest. He doesn't think they're nearly as competent and useful as they claim to be and would rather they simply butt out of his affairs.

He doesn't visit them much nor allow them to summon him unless it is a world-ending emergency (so never). A former past leader thought he was beyond those rules and paid for his hubris with his spine...

Lucifer will do all in his power to convince MC that his cult isn't even worth visiting. They'll annoy them to death... And even if they do go, the self-absorbed members won't exactly roll out the red carpet.

Just take down any names of the most irritating ones and Lucifer will take care of it. The dungeon rats could use some company.

Mammon

Mammon's cult kind of feels like a mix between a tech startup and Gambler's Anonymous at times. Money is the goal, babes. Everybody there is some kind of slave to the grind and they hustle like the goddamn NFL.

Funny enough, it usually isn't the already rich and successful who find themselves in Mammon's orbit, but those who are close to, if not in, poverty and looking to turn things around.... in less than stellar ways.

What I'm saying is, most are either casino regulars, scam artists, or buy into crypto.

That said, unlike most of his brothers, Mammon actually has a pretty deep soft spot for his followers. He puts on the "callous demon" act when he's brought out, but generally, he never cruel to them. He may even throw in an extra bit of help for free if he sees someone is struggling.

When they first met the MC, they really went out of their way to be sure MC was safe, pampered, and satisfied. This was Mammon's favorite human, after all! He talks about them constantly...

It's pretty humorous because most of them already know what kind of food MC likes, what their sense of style is, their favorite colors, and the like from just listening to Mammon's rambles. Or because he'll send one of them to fetch him some kind of present when he's visiting.

Admittedly, they're all kinda scummy and insufferable at times. But endearing in the same way Mammon can be so hanging out with them can still be a good time. MC just have to keep an eye on their wallet.

Leviathan

Levi's cult feels like a bunch of teens who read a creepypasta once, tested it out as a joke but found out it was all real. Thankfully, instead of being horrified, they were actually psyched!

They kind of take to devil worship with a DnD-like enthusiasm. They all have code names like, "Grimshadow" or "Evergloom," each owns a black cloak that they MUST wear to all meetings, and they all have incredibly embellished and extensive backstories for their "darkside" personas. Levi is very proud of their commitment to it all.

That being said, they do take to their found family, counterculture thing with a good dash of humor. They once all attended their local aquarium in full robes and linked hands around the jellyfish tank for shits and giggles.

Levi's followers rarely summon him, but he stays in regular contact with the group through chatrooms and messengers. They love to report on the fun "campaigns" they're building on or when they pull some kind of silly stunt to scare the normies.

When MC visits them, they've long since built up this prince/ss persona for them and treat them like the defacto second-in-command. (Partially because they know Levi would flip out if they upset MC in any way).

If MC enjoys a bit of LARPing, they're the most dedicated group they'll ever find! If they're not willing to play act royalty for a few hours...? Steer clear.

Satan

Satan has a ton of cults so they come in all shapes, sizes, and flavors. MC will certainly find one for them!

... The catch is that very few of them actually have a good idea of who Satan really is. It's pretty common to mistake him for Lucifer still, to the point that some cults use their names interchangeably, and THOSE cults better not try contact him personally.

If MC manages to uncover more updated following of Satan's, they'll feel like they walked into a "National Treasure"-style bookclub. These guys are looking for the secrets of the universe, never mind anything else.

Meeting with Satan's inner circle usually feature the search, collection, curation of old esoteric tomes or lost artifacts from the distant realms. The majority of the participants are scholars, academics, and the odd cooky conspiracy theorist who just happened to be right.

Also. Cats. Soooo many cats... The cultists are VERY aware of Satan's volatile temper, so they take pains to keep as many cats present as they can whenever they summon him. Their meeting house is just full of them...

Satan's cult gives MC the real VIP treatment because NO ONE wants to the one to tell the Avatar of Wrath that they disrespected his loved one... If MC were walking barefoot, they'd be laying pillows beneath their every step. The only things treated better are the clubhouse cats.

Asmodeus

Asmo's cult is basically one big family. Very enmeshed and a lot of history, but also soooo fascinating to be around.

If MC wanted to keep track of every person in Asmo's following, they would have to make a chart that could expand the length of an entire wall and, in some cases, go back generations if not centuries.

Followers of Asmo have historically ranged everywhere from sex workers to concubines and even members of the aristocracy looking increase their social capital. Being under his cult provided protection and refuge for the most derided of society, no matter orientation or background. A good portion of his modern following are actually members who've been grandfatherd in from parents or siblings who have joined.

And, of course, Asmo maintains a very close and personal relationship with almost all of them. He's always invited to attend baby showers, weddings, graduations, birthdays, what have you and he makes it to a good deal of them, even if only for a few minutes.

Because of its sheer size and unorthodox structure, Asmo's following almost seems like a "cult" in the loosest sense. They have rituals, spells, and meetings but it all looks SO much different than the others. Get-togthers among the adults are practically just parties and maybe you summon some succubi with goat's blood and glitter glue.

Asmo's cult can be kinda catty, but generally very supportive and they LOVE having MC around. Big gossips with a lot of questions. If they love a party, then they can't go wrong!

Beelzebub

Beel's cult takes self-indulgence to a whole new level. These guys LOVE their vices and find a little demonic touch is the best way to keep the indulgence going.

Belphegor

It's amazing that for such a sweet demon, his cult is some of the scummiest people on the planet. We're talking riding yachts on your mega-yacht levels of excess. "Too much of a good thing" taken to the extreme.

The thing is, as long as you have the money to feed Beel then he's really agreeable and kind. So wealthy assholes take advantage of his generosity all the time...

That said, don't feel too bad for Beel just yet because they ARE scumbags, but Beel is in charge and he has his limits.

One old billionaire kept summoning him during his fangol matches. The guy's maids found his nightrobe ripped to shreds and bite marks in the furniture.

Another one made a passing insult about Mammon and Beel came home to give his brother the lady's jewelry... after he washed them off, of course.

He discourages MC from meeting them even harder than Lucifer, and if they insist, he'll go with them and loom over their shoulder like a round-the-clock bodyguard. He doesn't need to tell his followers to treat MC nicely... he'll make them.

Absolutely those edgy kids who dress in all black and SAY that yeah, they've totally met Belphegor. But they really haven't, and it shows.

Remember, Belphie is on the blacklist so most witches who say they've met him are fucking liars. However, that doesn't stop novice covens searching for a little respect from claiming they're in good with the guy.

Since the group doesn't really know what Belphegor is about, they most just use their little club as an excuse to grief others and claim undue superiority. They pull a lot of pranks though, so they at least have some parts right.

Belphie has a vague awareness of their existence, but couldn't be bothered to contact them or set the record straight. What's it matter to him if a bunch of humans want to make a fool of themselves? He doesn't care that much about his reputation.

If MC were actually summon Belphegor themselves in front of them, the entire group would shit their pants immediately then cry and beg for forgiveness. Again, Belphie doesn't care, but he likes toying with fools so he'd play the part of the "Angry Master" long enough to make them run for their lives.

Needless to say, if MC wants there to be no Belphie-cult, no more Belphie cult there will be.

Diavolo

Actually a very small group since it's not super widespread that the Demon King is out of commission. But those who are there are a real who's-who of the witching world.

Dia doesn't actually interact with his cult very much, despite their combined influence, because he finds them very off-putting. Most of them are just "yes men" or social climbers wanting to get in good with royal bloodline, so he doesn't put much stock in what they do or say.

If he does contact them, it's for his "Bring Harmony" plans and they do come in handy as envoys in the human realm. He keeps the interactions brief though.

Several of his number have attempted to get into contact with MC before, but Solomon usually wards them off for much the same reason Dia does. They all just want something from them, so why let them bother his sweet little apprentice?

Those who slip through the cracks get shut down immediately by an impromptu visit from the friendly neighborhood sorcerer who seems to have some of charm in place for just such occasion. It's pretty confusing for MC to watch Solomon drag some big politican out of the house by the scruff of the neck, but it's probably better that they just don't ask and move on.

Barbatos

An even smaller group than Dia's and even more secretive. You basically have to be invited in by Barb's himself so a new member gets added every half century or so...

Nobody is quite sure what spurs Barbs to select someone into his cult... Maybe they make a good first impression when summoning him or he sees that they're important for the future? Sometimes, he'll even induct complete normal humans who weren't even witches to start with so it's anybody's guess.

Due to its small size and, frankly, years of even centuries worth of distance between members there's a lot less meetings and more just doing what Barbs says.

For instance, he may instruct a member to bury a particular message on a hill to then tell a different member to go find 60 years later... Or he'll have another member set into motion a chain of events that won't actually be felt for decades to come.

The cult members don't know about MC unless Barbs NEEDS them to know about MC. He keeps a lot in the dark. If they do, he takes pains to stress that he admires MC quite a bit and to not upset them...

When Barbatos tells you not to do something, you don't fucking do it, so they are VERY kind to MC. Just in that "I feel like there's a gun to my head"- kind of way...

#okay soulmare #if you wont give Asmo's character depth and attention #i will #justice for asmo #obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios

[queenof-curses]

A Queen's Court

True Form Sukuna x Fem!Reader

Summary: Sukuna gets riled up seeing you kill in his domain.

A/n: This is a part II to The Birth of a Queen. It can be read a standalone though ;)

Tags: Minors DNI!! Explicit, Monster loving, Nasty Sex, Romantic Feelings, More Soft Dom Sukuna, Praise, DP, Size Diff.

Masterlist | More Jujutsu Kaisen

Read part I here!

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Power incarnate. That’s how strong you felt. As soon as you awoke you could feel it flow through your veins. 

A Queen. A Ruler. A Goddess. 

His Goddess. His Co-ruler. His Queen. 

Sukuna.

That night he gave you a gift. A gift of life, of love, leisure, and most importantly: death. 

You look down upon the pathetic curse that dared to enter your domain. Our Domain, you thought. How dare they.

Power ripples from your throne. Down the dias, along the steps, it reaches out towards the pitiful man standing inside your court. He had the fucking nerve. Disgusting, weak creatures, you thought. 

He cowers in fear under your gaze. 

“You were so confident… popping into our domain, thinking you had the audacity to ask MY KING a favor?!” You boasted to him. 

Your laugh was maniacal, the power seeping from you was immense. You could see it clearly, black like liquid death. It rose up from the pool of blood the man stood in. He didn’t know what to think next, so focused on your bloodlust eyes, he didn’t even notice the black tendrils climb up his body, squeezing him tight in a grip of death. You hold your fist up, showing him a cruel smile upon your lips.

“One little squeeze and it's all over.” You tease, taunting him with your hand raised.

Next to you, Sukuna shifts. Once relaxing back with a leg crossed over his lap, he now sits forward with his eyes glued to your form next to him. Curious to know what you’ll do next, he knows he wants you to squeeze. He wants to watch your devious smile turn into a laugh as you both watch the pathetic creature writhe in pain, life leaving his body. The thought of it makes him hard. He loves you like this, watching those that trespass into your territory lose their lives in the crudest of ways. You were always one for torture, a perfect partner for him. Those that entered the domain always undermined you, thinking you were weak, like some sort of pet he kept around. Oh no, he thought, you were so much more than that. You were his true equal, in both power and life. Trespassers thought of you as easy, that you would give them what they wanted. They were oh so very wrong about that.

“I’m tired of this conversation,” you said aloud, interrupting Sukuna’s thoughts. “Perish.” 

You clenched your fist and the black death struck the man in front of the dias. Sukuna reaches over to your twin throne, turning your palm up to mindlessly play with your fingers as you both watch life leave the man’s eyes. His screams turn into quiet whimpers, then nothing at all after a few minutes.

Silence surrounds you both, the intimacy of it all being soaked in. The bloodlust between the two of you turning into sexual energy. Sukuna grips the hand he touches, growling as he could smell your arousal. 

You gasp, looking over to him and admiring him in earnest. His pink hair, his strong and lean body. As you lock eyes, you watch as he inhales deeply. The scars from under his human eyes open up, revealing another set of smaller red eyes. You smile, knowing what happens next.

The grip on your hands doesn’t soften as you feel his change begin. Lean muscles start to bulge as you watch your king grow another 3 feet in height. If his throne wasn’t reinforced with curse energy, it would have shattered. His black markings stretch out over his wide chest and shoulders. Another set of arms grow from under the other ones, each just as big and burly as the former. He was huge and you absolutely loved it. 

You continued watching with a simple smile plastered on your face, your eyes were so big that they reflected the monster in front of you. With his transformation complete, Sukuna stands, taking your hand to lead you off your own throne.

“Always the gentleman, my King.” You look up at him, grinning.

“It’s Daddy now, Pet,” Sukuna demands. His tone was clipped, indicating that he was done playing.

Your smile only grows as he lifts you bridal style in his lower set of arms, your black sheer dress flowing beneath your body. “Yes Daddy,” you answer. 

He walks the both of you around the thrones and behind the dais, back to the bedroom where you originally received a part of his power. The black bed looming, memories of that night only making you wet in anticipation. 

Sukuna can smell your arousal, “Are you thinking of it, little pet? My cock impaling you and filling you up with my essence?”

“Y-Yes Sir,” you answer, rubbing your thighs together. He walks over to the large bed and places you down on top of the soft silk sheets.

He couldn’t deny it, he was thinking about it too. Your tight little hole stretched for him, his dicks twitched in anticipation. He kneeled on the bed, leaning over you, locking you between his powerful thighs beneath him. He looked down at your form, so tiny compared to him, especially in this true version of himself. If it weren’t for your power, he could break you in an instant. But he knew you could handle him. In fact, you preferred him in this form, loving how small he makes you feel. 

He reached down to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, “You’re beautiful, Y/N. My Queen.” His voice is strong, confident. 

You look up at him with big eyes, tears swelling from the admiration of your King. “I love you,” you whisper. 

“I love you too.” Sukuna states. 

His hand is still gentle on your head, caressing the side of your face. Another comes to grip your neck, applying the lightest amount of pressure. “I also love fucking you, pet,” he adds, his gaze turning feral. His eyes were malicious as he squeezed your neck even harder. Almost, But not completely cutting your airway off.

You smile back at that, letting out the smallest whimper as you gaze into his eyes. “Then do it,” you challenge. 

A slap comes down upon your face from a third hand. You love the sting that comes with it. “I’m not in the mood for brats, ask nicely and maybe I will.” He says as he massages the now tender spot on your face.

The teasing was already becoming too much. “Please fuck me, Daddy.” You pleaded, looking at him with big eyes and pouty lips.

“That’s more like it… In due time, my Queen.” He caresses your bottom lip.

Leaning back up, he keeps you caged beneath his large body, kneeling on the bed under you. A perfect view of his manhood meets your eyes as he removes his robes in front of you. He slides the robe off and throws it on the floor next to the bed, revealing his two perfectly swollen cocks. One right on top of the other. Your eyes go wide, you look up at him, silently asking for his permission.

He smirks down at you, “Go ahead, pet.” 

You reach out at the lower of the two, grasping its base, your hand barely fitting around it. Already slick with precum, you move your hand along his shaft, earning a hiss of appreciation out of him. Your eyes never leaving his, you place a soft kiss on the head of his lower cock, tongue swiping out to collect the precum oozing from its slit. Sukuna looked down at you. The scene was so erotic, it makes his other dick twitch. Catching your attention, you take the head of his second cock in your mouth, swirling the tip and suckling loudly, as both your hands please his lower member. 

Sukuna moans, “Fuck princess.. Just like that baby.”

You work his cocks in earnest, fisting his lower member and sucking his other one, savoring the taste of salty precum as it coats the inside of your mouth. You feel a hand on the back of your head, gripping your hair in a fist and guiding your mouth along his stiff shaft. He bucks his hips, enjoying the softness of your throat. “You like it when I fuck your face, baby?” You answer in muffled moans. “You love it, you little slut. You want me to fuck your throat?” He asks, staring down and your messy face. 

You moan outloud, giving up your control as he takes your head in two hands to drive his cock in and out of your mouth, fucking your face as cum and saliva mix and drip down your chin. Your hands are squeezed together, acting as another hole and pleasing his lower shaft. “Such a messy slut, you love it though. I bet you’re so fucking wet,” he growls. 

He was right. You could feel yourself drip on the sheets, pussy clenching around nothing. Desperately wishing he would fuck you soon, you look up at him through your eyelashes, squeezing your lips around dick. 

With one final thrust he holds his cock deep in your throat, relishing the sounds of you choking on his huge member. The gurgling noises were like music to his ears. He eases on his grip and pulls out of your mouth, saliva and cum smearing your face.

“Look at you, so pretty just like that…'' he states. Noticing your pout, he pats your cheeks, wiping tears away. “Don’t look at me like that, princess. I’m saving my cum just for your special little holes tonight.” Your eyes widen at that. You hate to admit it, but you loved being filled up by him. Love the way his essence leaks from your holes hours after the two of you finish. The thought made you even wetter.

Sukuna suddenly lifts himself from on top of you, only to rip your dress off your body in the process. Never one to wear underthings inside the domain, his eyes go feral at seeing you bared in front of him. You take the opportunity to bring your knees up and lean back on your elbows. Opening your legs to him, you show him just how exciting you’ve come to be. Your nipples were perked up, tiny buds standing straight and begging to be bit. Your cunt was glistening in the low light. The growls he gives goes straight to your core. You know you’re dripping wet at this point, and your legs separate even more to present yourself to him like a gift. 

“You wicked little thing,” he comments as he brings a hand to your pussy, rubbing his palm against your center. 

Something large and warm plays with your lower lips, separating them as you moan at the unexpected intrusion. “Oh fuck!” you yelp, bucking your hips. A trick you were used to, but feels amazing every time. The mouth on his palm toys with your cunt, tempting your hole and then moving up to circle your clit. Edging you on, Sukuna watches as you write under his tongue. 

Moving too much for his liking, he takes two arms to hold your hands over your head. Forcing your eyes upon his, he watches as his tongue toys with your clit slowly, applying the perfect amount of pressure to bring you close to your orgasm.

“Please… Daddy, please!” You begin to beg.

“Please what, Pet?” He answers, a cruel smile on his face as he stops suckling on your bud.

“I need to cum… please, let me cum sir!” You're melting under his gaze, the speed of his tongue suddenly picks up and you throw your head back in bliss. It was perfect. 

“Cum on my fucking hand, little pet. I want to taste you.”

Finally answering your pleas, his fourth arm snakes down to your slit, fingers toying up and down to collect your juices. Just as you were about to beg again, he sinks two large fingers deep into your cunt. “Ah…fuck, it feels so good!” You respond.

His fingers drive in and out of you at a fast pace. Sukuna’s wet, warm tongue was toying with your little bud of nerves. It was all enough to send you over. You cry out as you cream on his hands, your taste so sweet on his lips. Eyes rolling to the back of your head, your body shakes as he fingerfucks you through your release, relishing the way your body tightens around him, practically begging for his cock in you. 

Coming down from your high, you knew it was unlike him to allow you a moment of rest when he is in this form. Taking your body in a set of arms he flips you over on the bed. Your legs still like jelly, he maneuvers them in the position he wants you in. Knees spread wide, he arranges your body on all fours facing away from him.

“Stay still pet, I love you like this.” He leans to whisper in your ear.

It has you breaking out in goosebump. Whimpering under his gaze, you mindlessly shift from side to side. 

*Slap*

It echoes across the room, your ass jiggles from the intensity. “Fuck…” you say breathlessley. 

“I said keep still, brat.” 

“Sorry Daddy,” you reply. 

He holds your hips still in a set of hands, pushing your ass cheeks apart to give him a complete view of your hole. He cracks a smile as he notices your asshole twitching in anticipation. You knew what was coming next. You trusted him completely.

Taking two fingers, he sinks them back into your waiting cunt and you moan out. Massaging your insides, he collects as much of your nectar as he can and trails it up to your asshole. Noticing you tense up, a mouth suddenly appears at one of the hands on your hips, warm and welcoming. Littering kisses and marks that he knows you’ll wear with pride. 

“Relax, my Queen,” he reminds you.

It’s all he has to say for you to obey, sinking your front half down to give him better access to both your holes. He circles your puckered hole with wet fingers before slowly inserting one inside. You moan at the intrusion, relishing the slight pain it gives you. Sting morphs into pleasure as you quickly adjust and welcome in a second finger. Rocking back into his hand, he growls at your eagerness. It felt so good, him toying with you. Your pleasure was increasing as you thought about him impaling his cock in you.

Loving the way you moan for him, Sukuna grips your hips tighter as he watches you fuck your asshole on his hand. A rumble sounds from his chest as he pulls his fingers away from you. Pushing your head deep into the mattress, he’s done waiting and preparing you. He needs to fuck you now. 

“So eager for me, princess. I’m going to fuck you now; fill both your holes up for you. That’s what you want, isn’t it you little slut?”

You could only moan in response, too far gone to think straight. You can only think of him ramming his cocks in your holes, wanting him to coat you in his cum. 

With one hand holding your head down, he guides both members to your entrances. Not bothering to enter one at a time, no, he thinks, my little slut wants both her holes filled now. He grins down at you.

He stretches both your holes open onto his dripping cocks, both large and equal in size, he knows how much you love the pain that accompanies them. Your moans fill the room, feeling yourself open up for your King, your wetness mixing with his precum making it easier. He slowly sinks the heads in, watching himself disappear inside of you.

Inch by inch, you can feel the stretch in your pussy, the pressure on your asshole. You're a moaning mess underneath him.

“That’s it, Y/N, you take me so well. That’s it, babygirl, keep going.” He encourages your body as he works both your holes open for himself. Another inch or so and he’s completely seated inside of you.

You felt incredibly full, his two huge cocks filling you up, each well over 10 inches. Taking your hips, he pulls out only to snap his hips back into place, meeting yours with a loud slap. 

“Fuck!” you cry out, tears welling in your eyes. It feels so good, the pain mingling with pleasure as Sukuna pulls out again, snapping his hips against yours in a hard, steady pace. He watches as your ass bounces from the force.

He growls out in his own pleasure, “Y/n baby, you’re fucking gripping me.” He reaches down and cups your breasts in each of his hands. One hand toys with your nipples, a mouth occasionally appearing to nibble on your perked bud. The other squeezes your tit in appreciation, loving your softness to his hard body.

His pace picks up, driving in and out of your holes, your cunt clenching around one member as your asshole grips the other not wanting to let go. You felt incredibly full, loving the way he presses into you deeply. The slaps get louder and he drills himself in and out of you, wet sounds squelching from your weeping cunt. He fucking loved how tight you were, always so ready to please him in whatever way he wanted.

Of course you wanted to please him, as he loved pleasing you. Wicked little thing, he thought. 

He grabs your hair and pulls, earning a loud groan from you and arching your back even more. Your ass bouncing from the force of his fat cocks. He’s mesmerized with the view. He leans down and spits on your asshole, the sound lewd as he watches it mix with both your juices.

In and out, his cocks drive you insane. His grip pulling your hair tight, your whole body being rocked forward from his wanton thrusts, your breasts bouncing in beat. He releases your hips, pulling you completely up by your hair. You cry out, your back meeting his front. 

“Don’t think I’m done with you just yet my little cocksleve. I said I was going to fill you up, and I plan on it.” He growls into your ear, a tongue poking out to play with your lobe. He nibbles it and kisses down your neck. His hot breaths make your pussy clench around him, you loved how erotic he was. How demanding he became. How cruel he could fuck you. 

He pushes you off of him and his cocks, and you whimper at the loss of contact. Flipping you to face him he picks you up like a ragdoll. He was huge in his monster form, and you fucking loved it. Wrapping your arms up and around his neck, your eyes widened as he drove his cocks back into you. This position deep, his angle brushing against that swollen bundle of nerves. The sensation was perfect.

“Shit!” you cried out, wrapping your arms around him. Two hands came to rest on your hips, holding you to him. The others were on your ass, spreading your cheeks apart. He was opening your holes up for him even more, stretching you over his hard members. “Fuck! Please fuck me Daddy! Fill me up!” 

“You want me to breed your asshole and tiny cunt? Want me to fill you up until you're bloated with my seed?” He teases. His smile was cruel, but it only turned you on more.

“Yes! Please Sir! Breed me, Fill me up!” you screamed. You couldn’t take it, your orgasm approaching fast in this position. Sukuna knew it too. Knew he had the control of your release. 

He slowed his pace, leisurely thrusting in and out of you, only teasing your clit along his shaft. Your moaning is drawn out, morphing into cries for release.

“How bad does my little slut want it? Tell me. Tell me how much you love it.” He continued to slowly move you up and down his shafts, lightly pumping his hips and using you like a sleeve.

You look up at his face, his four eyes staring down at you, red and demanding. You felt so small in his arm, knew you’d do anything for this curse in front of you. Tears slip from your eyes. You were done for. Your orgasm was so close. Your final thread of control snapped. “PLEASE! Please Daddy! I need to cum. I want you to fuck the shit out of me. Fill me up, please please please!” You were a begging mess, it made his dicks twitch. He loved to watch you like this, so desperate and fucked dumb. 

“Anything for you, my Queen,” he says, softly. He places a light kiss on your forehead.

Driving up into you, Sukuna’s grip on your hips is bruising as he watches your tits bounce with the beat of his cocks. The slaps of your hips loud, the speed aggressive. You were screaming. His shaft toyed with your clit perfectly, finally sending you over the edge. Your asshole and pussy tightened on his members as you finished on him, coating his cocks in your release. 

“Fuck Princess, you’re milking my fucking cocks,” Sukuna groans out. His hips don’t let up, fucking you through your orgasm as he nears his own. His cocks twitch from your tightness, as they drive into you with reckless abandon. “Shit, take it all, my little slut,” he growls out, releasing his seed into your holes. 

You can feel his cum fill you up, coating your insides in a milky white liquid. You sigh out, loving the feeling he leaves you with. Holding his cocks in you, your holes extract every last drop. You feel the heat begin to seep out from where you are joined. Your eyes grow heavy, your body weak. You felt pleasantly full and sated.

You turn your head up, locking eyes with your King. He looks down at your tiny self in appreciation, grunting his praise. Pulling out, your holes leak onto the bed below you. Sukuna loved to see it, eyes wandering approvingly over your body that was marked and marred by him. 

“You’re beautiful like this, Y/N.” 

You giggle in response, already laying down across the bed. With your eyes cracked open, you watch as he shrinks back down to his man-like form. His second set of arms disappeared and his height decreased. Although you love his monster, his human form won’t take up all the space in the bed. You smile to yourself as you drift off to sleep, messy or not, you’ll worry about that later. 

“I love you, my King.”

“I love you too, now sleep.” 

Thank you for reading! All Likes/Reblogs/Notes mean the most! <3

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[pinkcultgirl]

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[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Reader - Remember You and Me Part 4/8

Summary - After a traffic accident reader is left with no memory of her life with Ruben, who desperately tries to get her to remember him.

Enjoy!

You walked into the lecture hall, heart racing as you took a seat. It had been months since the traffic accident that left you with no memory of your life. Returning to university you hoped that familiar surroundings and familiar faces would help you regain some of your lost memories. But as you looked around the room, you realized that you didn't recognize anyone.

A sense of panic washed over you. Who were you before the accident? What had you been like? What were your interests? You glanced down at your notes, hoping to find some clues, but they were all blank. You had no memory of ever taking the course before, let alone studying for it. As the lecture began, you felt like an outsider, watching the other students as they took notes and participated in discussions. You longed to be able to do the same, but you just couldn't remember how.

After class, you approached one of your former classmates, hoping that maybe he could help you. "Hi, do you remember me?" You asked hesitantly.

The boy looked at you blankly before shaking his head. "I don't think so," he said kindly. "I'm sorry."

You felt a sting of disappointment, but you didn't give up. You approached another classmate, and another, but no one recognized you. It was as if you had never existed before the accident.

Back home you trudged through the front door, heels clicking against the hardwood floor. You could feel the weight of the day dragging you down, like an anchor tied to your ankles. Luckily Ruben wasn't home from training to ask you how your day went. What would you even tell him?

You locked yourself in your bedroom , throwing your purse and phone onto the bed before collapsing onto the soft pillows. You could call your parents but then again you didn't want to talk to anyone. You didn't want to think in general. All you wanted to do was to remember.

You closed your eyes for what felt like a minute, waking up to a light knock on your door.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" It was Ruben, knocking on the door. You didn't respond. He tried again, his voice a little softer. "Dinner is ready if you're hungry."

"I'm not hungry." You groaned.

"Oh, okay. Have you eaten already?"

"Yes." You lied.

Ruben was only trying to be supportive, but you just couldn't bring yourself to talk. Not yet. Maybe never.

The minutes ticked by, you heard Ruben wander off to the kitchen. You could hear the sound of the fridge opening, the clink of dishes being set down. Your stomach growled, but you didn't have the energy to get up and get a snack.

Maybe an hour had gone by when you heard the sound of the door opening, and Ruben's footsteps approaching. He sat down beside you on the bed, his hand on your shoulder.

"Hey, I brought you some food," he held up a plate of crackers and cheese. "I know you're not hungry, but I thought you might want something to eat."

You looked up at him, feeling a lump form in your throat. You knew you couldn't keep this up forever. You took a deep breath and let it out in a rush.

"It was a rough day, but I don't want to talk about it."

Ruben just nodded, his hand still on your shoulder. He handed you a cracker. You took a bite, the salty flavor filling your mouth.

"I'm here for you," he said. "Whenever you're ready to talk, I'm here."

You nodded, feeling a sense of gratitude.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course."

You sat up in bed.

"Were we happy?"

"What do you mean?" He frowned.

"In our marrige, were we happy, like before my accident?" You never imagined you'd be married at the age of twenty four. What you and Ruben had together must have been special.

He looked at you a bit taken back. "Yes. I'd say that we were happy. Very happy actually."

"How do you know?"

Ruben's eyebrows furrowed.

"Did I tell you that I was happy, like with words?"

"Y/N, whatever happened today..."

"Forget about that." You waved. "I just want to know if there was ever a time in our relationship that I wasn't happy and if I ever told you the reason?" Like the fact that nobody in your class knew of you.

Ruben sighed, looking to try his best to give you an answer that would satisfy you. "There was a time not long before the accident..."

"Yes?"

"You were often tired and struggling with food. But it wasn't necessarily because you were unhappy. You were also..."

"What? I was what?"

Ruben hesitated. "Y/N what really happned today? Please, you can tell me."

You shook your head. "I went to class and it wasn't what I expected, that's all."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"I still think I have to go back there. For my memory."

He nodded. "I understand."

You tilted your body, letting it rest against Ruben's. For the moment he was all you had. The only thing about your past and present to hold on to.

"Another question." You said.

"Shoot."

"Do you have any fears?"

You looked up to see Ruben pondering the question.

"Yes." He said. "Many fears, actually."

"Oh, yeah? What's your biggest one?"

Ruben chest rose and fell as he let out a deep sigh. "My biggest fear is probably that you'll do remember me someday. But that you'll realize that I'm not enough for you, that you'd want to leave."

"Oh."

Not the answer you expected from him. It was deep and honest.

"My biggest fear is that I'll do remember my life before the accident. I'm afraid I'll remember it and not be satisfied with who I've become as a person."

"Compared to...?"

"Who I was as a child."

Ruben nodded. "Well, I've also had that fear. But I've realized that growing up isn't somthing worth fearing, especially if you are surrounded by people you love and people that love you."

"Isn't that the same thing?"

"What?"

"Surrounding yourself with people that you love and people that love you. It's the same thing, no?"

Ruben shook his head.

"It's not? Elaborate please."

"Well, right now I'm sitting next to you, right? I'm surrounded by you."

"Right."

"However, that doesn't necessarily mean that you love me."

"I guess not." You thought about it, how you felt about Ruben. He made you feel safe, yes. And there was definitely more feelings to unfold within you, but love... you weren't sure if you were ready to express those words exactly.

"I'm so sorry Ruben."

"For what?" He frowned.

"I can't imagine how confusing this must be for you too."  Here you were feeling sorry for yourself. Forget about strangers in a classroom not knowing who you are. You couldn't imagine having your loved ones forget about you.

"We're in this together right?" Ruben said, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

"Right." You nodded. "Together."

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[slimthicksonnett]

After Six Years (Alexia Putellas)

Prompt from an anon who had a plan that I loved!

Word Count: 2,290

Warnings: Unedited

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International windows had been particularly tiring this year.

You blamed the travel mostly, dismissing comments about your mood and blaming it on the time differences and “this damn American air”. 

But you knew what it truly was.

While getting to play for your country was always an honor, it hurt your heart to think how much your partner would kill to do the same. 

“Would it kill you to smile? Just once?” Trinity poked, jabbing a finger playfully into your cheek as you scowled down at your breakfast.

Lifting your eyes, you couldn’t help the mischievous spark that ignited within you when you looked at the team’s wonder kid.

“Well it might not kill me, but you on the other hand…” You whispered in a low voice, leaning closer to her as her eyes widened and she fumbled backwards.

“Y/N, leave the kid alone.” Sonnett snipped, smacking you lightly on the back of the head as walked past your table to her seat beside Hatch who was struggling to hold in a laugh.

“What are you, her mother?” Rubbing the back of your head, you sent the defender a glare.

While you had only been joking, Sonnett seemed to consider your comment seriously before shrugging as she settled down to eat her fruit.

“Well someone has to be. And it obviously can’t be you now that you’ve been whisked away by your beloved to Barcelona.” She countered innocently, popping a grape into her mouth as you nearly choked on your oatmeal. 

“My what?!?!?” Sputtering in surprise you looked at her with wide eyes as a familiar cocky grin crossed her features.

“Your phone is ringing.” Sonnett simply stated.

Before you could even turn to grab your phone off the table where you had unknowingly left it face up, Sanchez was snatching it up.

“Estimada?!?” The young midfielder exclaimed as she read the contact name off your phone screen.

But you knew it wasn’t the name that would interest her for long. 

Not once she saw the picture behind it. 

It wasn’t something you had thought twice about making her contact photo when you had taken it. It was beautiful, simple, and secret. A picture that certainly surmised your relationship.

You had taken it on a lazy Sunday, something the two of you had found many of since her injury last July. Having been lounging in your apartment all afternoon, Alexia had migrated to the floor in front of the couch to roll out her legs. However, her touchy nature wouldn’t let her go far from you whenever she could help so she’d ended up sitting leaned back between your legs. 

It wasn’t a sight you were entirely unfamiliar with but the domesticity of that particular moment had warmed your heart. And of course you needed a memento of the moment so you’d snapped that picture quickly to immortalize it.

And immortalize it you had.

Because now many of your teammates had flocked to your phone and were peering desperately at the messy bun and exposed skin of the faceless woman.

Thankfully your former teammate came to your rescue as she plucked the phone out of an unsuspecting Sanchez’s hands.

“That’s enough.” Andi reprimanded as she placed the phone back in your hold. 

You didn’t stick around to hear the young players' complaints. 

Instead, you excused yourself as you answered the call.

“Bon dia estimada, et trobava a faltar.” 

You could hear her chucking on the other end of the line, knowing full and well that if you were daring to string together a sentence like that then your nosey teammates were surely close by.

“Sof! Translate!” Pinoe shouted, waving the other woman over frantically as you laughed.

“Do I look like I speak Catalan?” Sofia scoffed as she took a long sip of her coffee while she gave her teammate a pointed look.

“She did that on purpose! Dammit!” Sanchez cursed as she withheld a laugh of your own.

“Hey baby, I’ve missed you too.” Alexia practically purred, making your heart warm. 

“GUYS! SHE’S SMILING!” Frantically trying to draw the others attention, Trinity pointed at you as she jumped up and down in place.

But when they looked over, the team wasn’t greeted by your smile.

They were instead met with you holding your middle finger up at them as you walked out of the room to enjoy your phone call. 

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As much as you loved your national team teammates and winning trophies, you were overjoyed to be back into Barcelona's welcoming arms. 

It was a bit later than expected when your flight in from Texas lands meaning that the girls were certainly already enjoying themselves at the gathering Alexia had planned in your absence. She had been insistent and you had been supportive, knowing what it meant to her to make sure that the other Spain players were kept busy during the break from league play. 

What you hadn’t quite accounted for was that this meant that when you were coming home, beaten up and bruised from the weeks of competition, that you’d be greeted by a houseful of mildly intoxicated Spaniards to contend with. 

“La Llama Blanca RETURNS!” Someone, you’re almost certain it’s María, as you let yourself in the front door.

“Wasn’t that locked?” Someone else, Sandra it seems from the shocked look on her face, questions at the same time.

You decided your goalkeeper was easier to contend with than the clearly intoxicated defender who hollered at you.

“Nope, you guys should probably be more careful about that.” You lied through your teeth, shrugging innocently as you set your bags down in the entryway. 

They had absolutely locked the door but you hadn’t bothered to put on a show by knocking, instead simply using your key to let yourself in.

But to them, this apartment was Alexia’s.

Not yours. 

So maybe they didn’t need to know that.

“Nice to have you back.” That voice you’d recognize anywhere greeted you. 

Looking up, Alexia wore a smile on her face but it was the blue hoodie she wore alongside it that caught your attention the most. The older woman held open her arms in greeting and you quickly forgot about the stolen article of clothing as you stepped into her embrace.

“Nice to be back.” Sighing deeply, you melted into her, letting your head bury in the crook of her neck for a moment.

After a while you stepped back, smiling at her softly as she stared down at you. With familiar ease, you fell into the process you normally followed when you got home. 

Shoes off, hair down, straight to the kitchen for your favorite mug and a cup of tea. 

“Sure knows how to make herself at home!” Patri giggled and you realized then that maybe you should’ve been a bit more careful before letting yourself relax.

“I’m just properly preparing myself to greet the rest of you losers!” You jabbed back, sticking your tongue out childishly as you placed the kettle on. 

“Missed us that much?” Marta teased, smiling at you with a level of knowingness that never failed to make you feel seen. 

“Actually yes, yes I did.” You admitted as you made your way out of the kitchen and over to hug your captain who happily accepted the affection.

“Oh come on, you know you were having fun getting your trophy!” Mapi teased as she wiggled her eyebrows to draw a tired laugh from you.

“I have plenty of trophies, María! Besides, I didn’t even keep the medal.” Joking back, you made your way back to the kitchen to finish making your cuppa.

“Maybe if you ask nicely, Ale will let you take one of hers as a replacement! I mean she’s got enough to give the whole team at least one, don’t you Capitana?” Claudia teased, causing Alexia to blush warmly as she stepped into the kitchen in an effort to partially obscure her embarrassment. 

“I do not.” She protested but earned a chorus of boos from the team.

“Come onnnnn, I bet you don’t even know what all of these are from!” Claudia doubled down, pointing at the trophies that lined the various shelfs of the apartment.

“I do too.” She pouted, and you barely restrained the urge to run over and hug her.

Instead you focused on pouring your water as the team decided to grill their captain on what trophy was from what.

“What about this one?” Patri pointed as you finally reentered the living room with your tea.

“Patricia. That is literally the Ballon d’Or.” Alexia deadpanned and the entire room burst into laughter.

“I knew that. I just didn’t know if you knew tha- wait. Is that an Olympic medal?” Patri interrupted herself, going from embarrassed to intrigued in a matter of seconds.

You, on the other hand, nearly dropped your cuppa. Your eyes widened, frantically flitting over to Alexia who also looked at least mildly alarmed through her carefully placed mask.

“IT IS!” The young midfielder explained as she reached out for it.

“Hey! Hands off!” Crossing the room, you gently smacked down Patri’s before she could reach your precious medal. 

“Oh? Is that yours, Y/N?” A tone of intrigue interjected and you turned to see an incredibly interested Mariona staring you down.

“Does anyone else in this room have a gold medal? Or any Olympic medal for that matter?” You challenged, looking across the room of suddenly embarrassed professional athletes. 

“No, we don’t. Which is why I’m sure everyone is curious as to how Alexia has one in her possession.” Sandra grinned, eyeing you carefully and you genuinely considered cutting all allegiances to the goalkeeper in that moment.

But, you were used to worst. You don’t win a GOLD medal at the age of 18 with the USWNT without having taken worse.

“Well that’s easy! Someone had to remind her that there’s some trophies she just won’t ever have.” You retorted sweetly.

The room stared with their jaws on the ground because no way did you just say that.

But you definitely did and you grinned successfully in getting them off your back. 

Or so you thought.

“Oh? Interesting! Is that the same reason she’s wearing a USA sweatshirt? Or maybe it’s the reason your boot bag and ID lanyard are hanging up by the door where you dropped off your bags.” Marta smiled even sweeter as she took a swig of her beer and you realized you’d just been beat at your own game.

“Oh shit.” Alexia whispered, snapping you back to reality as you burned with both embarrassment and maybe a little bit of anger.

After six years, that is what unraveled it all?

Your gold medal and a stupid Team USA sweatshirt?

“Marta Torrejón Moya!” You growled, launching yourself over the back of the couch and knocking the other woman to the ground. 

A surprised oof is all she let out before she laughed loudly and wrestled back, the two of you rolling across the apartment floor.

“Y/N!” Alexia reprimanded, crossing the room, effortlessly snatching you off the ground and away from Marta.

“Wait, so are you guys fucking?” 

“María!” Nearly the entire team shouted at once as Mapi just shrugged innocently.

“What? I’m just asking what we’re all thinking.” She defended as Alexia rolled her eyes.

“Yes, we’re fucking. Is that all you wanted to know?” The midfielder stated bluntly as she looked at her longtime friend with what might very well be distaste.

“Ale!” You hissed, cheeks sufficiently flushed by this point. 

“So when's the wedding lovebirds?” Patri teased as the whole room laughed and you looked over at Alexia for help but she just shrugged again.

“After the World Cup. Depends on how long her Victory Tour takes.” 

And that sufficiently silenced the entire room.

“Wait, what?” Patri gasped and the whole room seemed to echo the sentiment. 

Still mildly dumbstruck you nodded at Alexia who was looking at you for permission to explain further as it was the only answer you could provide.

You really weren’t expecting this to be how your night went. 

“We’ve been dating for six years, well before she even came to Barcelona. We got engaged before the Euros which I had intended to win for her like she won the World Cup for me but I suppose the world had other plans. And I already told you when the wedding is and yes you’ll all be invited. Now, anymore questions?”

And the room burst into chatter. Everyone overlapping. A million words and your head felt like it was going to combust.

“ENOUGH!” You yelled, and everyone listened. The room went silent for you.

“Enough. This wasn’t meant to happen tonight so can I please propose we talk about my proposal later? Tonight I would really like to take my promesa to bed. It’s been a very long month.” 

And they listened again. 

Slowly the team stood up, still clearly processing the information they’d just been given, and gathered their things to go. They all came up individually, offering hugs and congratulations and little teases and promises to talk about it all later. And you felt the warmth of it all right in your heart.

But you did still feel a very sweet relief when the last of them had filed out of your doorway. 

“I told you we should’ve put the medal in the bedroom.” You sighed, looked over at her in a mix of adoration and exhaustion. 

“And you were right as always. But right now the only thing I want in our bedroom is you.” Alexia smiled softly, holding out her hand. 

And just like every other time before, you took it and let her lead you away.

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[sbk-zgvlt]

Guys. I finally finished book 4.

Sebek doesnt go home for winter break, deciding to stay with Yuu and Grim in Ramshackle (He feels left out by Dia 3 and decides to stay back, not willing to put himself through more heartbreak) (Yuu and Grim dont question him when he appears in front of their dorm with a luggage bag)

Sebek wanted to see Dia 3 off when they leave through the Magic Mirror only to get there with Adeuce Yuu and Grim and find out they leave without bidding him goodbye

Adeuce's opinion on Dia 3 are slowly souring

Bump into Jamil and the rest of Scarabia!! Decide to help them with cooking. Idc about that theory that the culinary crucible cards that have their bows not properly done r bad cooks SEBEK CAN COOK AND I STAND BY THIS !!!

heads up! Sebeks previous interactions with Jamil (namely the ceromonial robes vignette) has already skewered his personal opinion on him, so he doesnt get suspicious of him until its too late

Something something about how easy it is for Sebek to love admire and respect someone something something about how he lets it blind him to peoples faults sometimes

SEBEK LOVES IT IN SCARABIA OMGG ITS SO WARM. Those green flames in Diasomnia heat JACKSHIT smh

The carpet likes messing around with Sebek and Yuu has to stop him from trying to set it aflame/lh

When they take to the skies, Yuu takes the time to look at Sebek and Grim and just be. Insanely glad that theyre with them (AUGHHH THEY MAKE ME SICKKK)

Kalim's "mood swings" do NOT mix well with Sebek "autism" Zigvolt. Works well in Jamil's favor because Yuu gets upset on both Sebek and Grim's behalf

The whole thing with Yuu unable to say no because of Jamil's UM and Sebek and Grim scolding them, but the former admits that it leaves a sour taste in his mouth if they leave Jamil without helping for some reason

Try to escape and FAIL spectacularly. Try to call the headmage, and Grim eventually tells Yuu to message Adeuce. Sebek messages Jack ("Why do you even have his number in the first place 🤨" "It is none of your concern, human!")

Sebek stops Grim from trying to dig their way out with a spoon, knowing it would be fruitless, and makes him rest

They have the talk with Jamil and the other dorm students !! When Jamil mentions why exactly he needs to be compliant to all of Kalim's wishes, Yuu whispers about how that sounds like someone they know. Sebek tries to ask them what they mean but Yuu says its nothing

Sebek criticizes the Al-Asims and Jamil is surprised by how passionate he is about the topic (Yuu tries their best not to call Sebek a hypocrite with how he's been excusing all of his Wakasama's actions that are CLEARLY hurting him) (Malleus sneezes in Briar Valley)

Jamil also finds out that technically Sebek is a servant as well, although it was by his own will. He questions how Sebek could so easily dedicate his whole life to someone just like that. Yuu agrees, mentioning how his Wakasama doesnt even seem to give him the time of day, which doesnt help

THEY ESCAPE WITH THE HELP OF THE CARPET 🔥🔥🔥 and crash into Octavinelle

Skipping a lot of chapters over here since nothing really changes drastically. Sebek goes with Floyd, Yuu, Grim and Azul to distract Jamil. He plays a board game with Yuu :3

Skipping again, they find out about Jamil's whole scheme and Sebek is CRUSHED to find out that someone he looks up to is actually a bad guy. Jamil once again ignores the teeny tiny guilt he feels upon seeing Sebek's distressed face

Something something about being the one praised for once something something about how Sebek freely gives his love and praise to anyone he believes deserves it and how Jamil feels appreciated even though he wont admit it

OVERBLOT GRAHHHHHH

Flings them to the edge of the desert, Sebek holds onto Yuu and Grim so he would be the one to get the brunt of injuries upon impact. It doesnt help that its cold

OASIS MAKER 🗣️🔥🔥🔥 Sebek uses his crocodile form to carry Yuu and Grim (Yuu was against it because WHAT THE FUCK SEBEK YOURE INJURED)

Fighting Jamil! Sebek connects with Jamil, servant to servant and all that shit, saying that what he's doing wont change a thing. Starts off insulting him ("SEBEK YOURE NOT HELPING???") before going "Will you really let yourself stoop so low and let them take the last laugh!?"

"You have talent and skill that could make others envious, and you're using them for what? Stealing some title? If it was truly yours to begin with, then prove it! Do you really want to become housewarden through such underhanded tactics?" "I truly admire you, Viper, so don't tell me that I placed my faith in someone so imprudent!"

Jamil scolds him, saying that Sebek of all people should understand why Jamil's doing this in the first place. Tells him that he can help him as well, offering his hand. Sebek doesn't take it

He gets in a bit of a funk after that, not being able to understand why Sebek is just okay with being a servant all his life, getting more aggressive with his attacks while the others try to push him back. He still has his hand stretched out towards Sebek, screaming about how he should understand

Azul tells them theyre running out of time, and Jamils going to be too consumed by his blot for any of them to snap him out of it. Against his better judgment, Sebek grabs Jamil's hand, Yuu barely holding onto Sebek's jacket when they tried to pull him back

FLASHBACK!!! Sebek and Yuu finally acknowledge each others existence when they watch the memories play out. When nearing the end, Yuu asks Sebek why he cares so much about this "Wakasama" when its clear that they dont care for him. Sebek doesnt answer

BACK TO THE REAL WORLD!!! Azul tries to convince Jamil to transfer to Octavinelle, and after some thinking decides to extend the invitation towards Sebek. Sebek immediately refuses. Yuu retorts and says the only dorm Sebek is ever transferring to is Ramshackle. (They look at each other like 🤨)

Jamil tells Sebek that he still doesn't understand why Sebek would want to serve someone his whole life. Sebek tells him that he doesn't need him to understand since it's his own decision anyway. Jamil contemplates on his answer

PARTY!!!! Adeuce and Jack FINALLY arrive and fuss over Yuu Sebek and Grim, still not admitting that they were worried

Yuu realizes that Sebek still didnt answer the question. When they ask Sebek about what happened in the memory Sebek feigns obliviousness

Finally back at Ramshackle,,, the ghosts are RELIEVED to see them again. They usher Sebek into the house, noticing how Sebek is SHIVERING

Before Yuu gets in as well, Lilia pops up, saying that they have something to give them. After he gives them the postcard and disappears, Sebek goes out to shout at Yuu to come inside

Yuu shows him the card and Sebek's face FALLS (YOU SEND YUU A POSTCARD BUT NOT. SEBEK. OKAY I SEE HOW IT IS !!!)

Yuu tries to ask him whats wrong, but Sebek says that its getting too cold outside and heads in. Yuu stares at the postcard like it just killed their entire family

"M.D." has a #1 hater and it's YUU 🗣️🔥🔥🔥

EDIT: I FORGOT TO MENTION FUCKKKK Sebek picks the stone up before Grim does, intending to throw it away only to become curious as to why Grim likes them so much. He pockets it instead

AUHUGHUG FINALLY DONE 😭😭😭 im goign to try and finish book 5 next !!

#twisted wonderland #twst #sebek zigvolt #twst sebek #sebek twisted wonderland #twst sebek zigvolt #my asks! #twst yuu #the crocodile cat and yuu #twst grim

[splatattackz]

hey guys, i want to make a big appreciation post for art to send them! im gonna pray they dont see this. if you want, reblog this showing your love or appreciation for their efforts as an admin and ill show them <3

(art, for context, is ramons former second admin, and also played trousers, casper, tílin during and post dia de los muertos and the coffee worker (the one elena killed))

#qsmp #qsmp ramon #<- so ppl see? #qsmpattackz #splatattackz

[tomorrcwz]

steam, dias

pairing: ruben dias x fem!reader

warnings: smut — just some rough fucking, casually dropping whore

authors note: i'm actually not a fan of mancity but ruben dias got that charm. also I finally understood how to color gifs lol

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"s'too much, baby", you mumbled tiredly, face pressed into the pillow, which didn't allow your sentence to be heard clearly.

ruben treated you good by all means — first he bought you both some mexican takeaway and then he ate you out, claiming that he deserved a treat after the stressful match against inter. And who would you be if you didn't grant him his wish?

the portuguese enjoyed the heaven between your thick tights just too much, blessing you with two mind-blowing orgasms before fucking you.

Once again a whine escaped your mouth, babbling how 'it's too much' — he either ignored you or didn't hear you, you honestly haven't got a glue, though it was probably the former. you had lost track of time, only concentrating on the feeling; his cook bulling its way inside of you. His dick was just that thick and long, satisfying your desires.

"You sure?", the brunette groaned as he snapped his hips roughly against yours. "You're taking it like a whore, meu amor."

Oh, he's fucking mean, however you can't even complain because he's filling you up like no other guy ever did sending blazing hot pleasure through your body — its the reason why your brain's gone mushy a while ago.

A loud moan escaped your throat as his fingers found your clit, gently brushing over it like a feather; but as light and fast the touch was, it left — instead his hand danced around your back until it tightened around your neck, adding pressure before resting it there.

Though as he fucked you rougher and harder by the minute the hand around your neck squeezed it. You couldn't do anything, allowing him to have his way with you, too gone mentally to argue about possible bruising. There was no care in your body, you wanted him to ravish every single inch of your body.

"That's it, baby", he said while pulling out shortly to watch your hole, gaping around nothing, "feels wrong without my cock, no?"

Letting out a strangled cry, you begged him to fill you up again, wanting to be filled to the brim with his cum, and seeing as it overflowed and escaped your pussy.

"Thought so." You pathetically moaned, a shiver creeping up your body at his words.

#football imagine #football x reader #football blurb #football smut #footballer one shot #ruben dias one shot #ruben dias smut #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias blurb #footballer smut

[overnowsfcb]

cindy lou who; rúben dias blurb

summary: hurts to realize you were the woman before the one

warnings: angst, alcohol abuse as a coping mechanism

note: this blurb is inspired by the song 'cindy lou who' by sabrina. im gonna make a new series with fruitcake ep so this is the first — venus 🫂💐🫧

You wished you hadn't turned on your phone, wished you hadn't opened Instagram with the intent of capturing the first time you felt a positive emotion after four months of doubting your worth.

That spontaneous happiness, your smile for the festivities, and your outgoing personality were snatched away in a second when you saw that photo on his Instagram. Your finger hovered, filled with sadness, analyzing his facial expression and his enamored gaze.

His lips on her cheek as she laughed, a flawless smile adorning her face with crimson lipstick highlighting her full lips.

You swiftly turned off your phone; you couldn't continue torturing yourself. But your mind denied you that possibility—how could you escape the unbearable alarm that had triggered in your mind? Just when you thought you'd found an exit, it turned out to be an illusion, and you were standing on the edge of the cliff all along.

Even your favorite song blaring through the club speakers wasn't going to stop you from unfairly reproaching yourself for not having been enough for him. Had you failed at something?

Perhaps you should have tried harder to reach his heart, even though you were just rubbing salt in the wound because, in your wisdom, you knew the limits he set in front of your actions to prevent you from crossing further.

Why with her? Why did she seem to have found that ingredient you had been searching for so desperately? Your chest burned. What kind of karma did you owe to endure this?

Could you even blame her? If she resembled a fallen angel from heaven with her white dazzling teeth and long, jet-black hair like Cleopatra, and you admitted that your assigned role in Rúben's life was to guide him, to accompany him to the final stop, to the dock.

And now, drowning in alcohol, your mind kept processing the treatment he surely gave her, everything he denied with you—introducing her to his family, sitting by the fireplace with her in his arms telling childhood stories, dreaming about a life together while kissing underneath the fireworks, feeling the explosive magic he didn't want with you but with her.

You downed another shot, the climax in your state that failed to make you forget about him, the whole room spinning around. Amidst your group of friends, you grabbed your best friend's hand, running to the bathroom where you vomited while she rubbed your back and tied up your hair. "He didn't deserve you," she whispered, watching as you finally crumbled, hugging the toilet.

A night where you thought you could return to your former self before his body was tattooed on your fingerprints like a spirit clinging to your shoulders, one that would forever haunt you turned into just another chapter with an open ending.

#ruben dias x reader #ruben dias angst #ruben dias x you #football x reader #football angst #football imagine #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias blurb

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The (only) one I love (Martin Ødegaard x Reader, ft Rúben Dias)

**After posting this Rúben imagine, I got a request to do something similar but with Ødegaard. And this is what I came up with. There is a little Rúben cameo and...he might not be that great in this story but oh well 😅 enjoy!! ❤️**

Word count: 2887

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Jealousy was a very bad companion. It was an irrational feeling that made people say and do very stupid things. No one wanted to feel jealous. And yet…

“You’re going to Manchester?”

“Yes. Just for the weekend”, you said, not noticing the way Martin looked at you. “It’d be fun to see everyone”.

“Sure”.

“You ok? Worried you’ll miss me too much?”, you teased.

“Yeah, that’s it”.

Even if Martin’s smile didn’t convince you fully that it was only that, you let it slide. It was true that you hadn’t spent that much time together lately but you really needed some time away to catch up with your friends and that work trip was a great option to do just that.

Your year studying abroad in Lisbon turned into a job at Benfica, which then led you to your job at City. There, your good relationship with Mikel Arteta made you take his offer of working with him at Arsenal. You were extremely happy in London but you missed Manchester. And especially, the Portuguese boys. You had already worked with Rúben when he still played for Benfica. And once at City, you became friends with Bernardo almost as easily.

The season had been a strange one for you. Arsenal were doing so well but City was always behind, ready to take any opportunity to go back to the top of the table. It was sort of ideal in a way. If Arsenal won, your team won. But if they didn’t, your former team would win. Your friends would win.

Someone who didn’t see it that way was Martin. Even if you had an unspoken rule of not dating players, once you met Martin, that rule banished. You were charmed by his personality the second you talked to him and you already thought he was really cute before meeting him in person, so…

“Let’s go to the match!”

Once you got to the stadium, it was time to separate from Martin. He had been pretty quiet on the ride to the stadium but you didn’t worry much about it. It wasn’t that unusual for him to be like that.

“Good luck, my love”, you said, kissing him and hugging him tightly. You knew how nervous he got before matches and how much your good wishes meant to him.

Despite all the silly thoughts in his mind, your hug made him relax. You were there with him. And he trusted you. There was no reason to be jealous. And yet…

**

Another bad result for Arsenal, while City kept winning all of their matches, meant Martin was pretty upset after the match. He loved being a captain, even if he was still so young. But bad results were harder to digest because of that extra responsibility.

He was waiting for you to be done with work, sitting inside the car, lost in thoughts of what could have been done better.

"Hey!"

Hearing your voice made him turn his body completely to hug you. You barely had time to sit down but didn't mind. Martin needed you.

"Please don't go to Manchester", he muttered against your neck.

"Why?"

He looked up realising he had said that out loud. He couldn't tell you about his jealousy. You wouldn't understand. And it wouldn't be fair to you, because you had done nothing wrong.

"I just…I need you here with me".

"I can come back a day earlier but I need to go. There's work stuff that I need to do there".

"Of course. I'm just being stupid and needy. Stay there as long as you want to".

He shook his head and got ready to drive but you took his hand to stop him.

"Is there anything else you want to say?"

"No", he smiled. "Let's go home".

                                     **

"This is ridiculous", whispered Martin, putting his phone down and his hands on his face.

"What's wrong, bro?", asked Bukayo when he saw his captain's actions.

"I'm stupid. That's what's wrong".

"You're not. Did you see something on your phone that upset you? Is your family ok?"

"Yeah, they are good, don't worry. It's just…", he didn't know how to say it without sounding silly so he took the phone and showed Bukayo.

"I don't get…oh. Don't be jealous, mate. She'd never do that".

"I know", he sighed. "That's why I feel stupid. But look at the comments".

Bukayo did and understood his teammate a bit better. So many people talking about what a great couple you and Rúben Dias made. On a previous post with photos of you two, even one of Rúben's friends commented about it…and Rúben liked the post. Martin couldn't stand it anymore. But he couldn't ask you to stop being friends with him. It wasn't fair.

By the time you got back from Manchester, Martin had convinced himself that not looking at any of your posts was the best idea. He was the type of boyfriend who always liked your posts and left some sort of comment. Even if it was just a heart emoji. So people noticed the change but he didn't care.

"Honey, I'm home!"

You didn't even have time to fully close the door before Martin got there and lifted you to hug you.

"Missed me?"

"Barely", he joked before kissing you. "I thought we could go out for dinner. But if you're tired, I can cook or order something".

"Let's order. I'm shattered. I just want to shower, put on my pajamas and cuddle with my favourite boy".

"That's a good plan", he said, smiling and pecking your lips again.

Martin's smile didn't leave his face while he walked with you to your room. But then you took your hoodie off and he saw it wasn't one he had seen before.

"Did you go shopping while in Manchester?"

"No. Why? Did you expect a souvenir?"

He laughed at your joke, still looking at the hoodie. "Where did this come from then?"

"Rúben", you said, casually. "I was clumsy enough to get sauce on my jacket so he gave me his hoodie to wear".

"That's nice of him".

You smiled at your boyfriend before getting inside the shower, not seeing his face. Not guessing all the thoughts that were going through his mind at that moment.

                                     **

The weeks passed and it was time for Martin's most dreaded match. City at the Etihad.

"Hello traitor", he heard someone say when he was on his way to the dressing room. And he knew that voice.

When he turned to look at Rúben, he saw you hugging him and laughing. He would have stared for hours but a slap on his back woke him up from his daydreaming of how he could murder a Portuguese defender.

"Hey, good to see you", said Erling.

"Yeah, same".

But Martin kept looking in your direction and Erling noticed.

"Who's that?"

"My girlfriend".

"Right…I heard about her. She used to work here".

Martin nodded, hearing your laugh he loved so much but that he couldn't enjoy now because of who was the reason you were laughing.

"I better go. Good luck".

"Good luck to you too".

Martin started to walk faster and you noticed him leaving without getting his good luck hug.

"I need to go. See you later", you told Rúben before sprinting after your boyfriend.

The door to the dressing room closed behind him and you knew you couldn't get inside. The players knew you and probably wouldn't mind but you wanted to respect their privacy. So when you saw another player walking towards the door, you knew it was your best chance.

"Aaron, can you tell Martin to come out for a second?"

"It's time for the coach's talk but then we'll go out again to warm up".

"Yes, but I need to go to work myself and I have to tell him something important…".

"Ok".

Checking your phone you noticed you couldn't wait there longer than 5 minutes. But luckily, the door opened again and it was Martin who got out.

"Hey, I didn't get to wish you good luck".

"No, you were too busy".

"What does that even mean?"

"I have to go back inside. The captain can't miss the team talk".

"Are you mad at me?"

No, he was mad at himself.

"Martin…".

"We'll talk later".

None of you could concentrate well on your jobs after that. And every city goal only made the situation worse.

After the match, a lot of City players surrounded their former teammate Zinchenko. But you were surrounded only by two City players, Rúben and Bernardo.

"Who's going to win the league, then?", laughed Bernardo. You had been joking about it all season.

"I don't care", you said and they were surprised by the way you reacted.

"Don't be a sore loser", said Rúben, putting his arm around your shoulders. And when you looked up, you saw Martin looking at you two. And finally, finally, you understood why he behaved the way he did sometimes. Why he had behaved the way he did before the match.

Focusing on work was the best option for you and that's what you did. By the time you got to the plane, you hadn't talked to Martin and you planned on doing that when you got home. The last thing you needed was to make a scene in front of your bosses.

"Are you going to talk to me or just acting like a child is enough for you today?"

"You don't get it".

"I do, Martin. I do now. You're jealous of Rúben, which is the stupidest thing…".

"Is it stupid? Ask him if it’s stupid! I trust you but I don't trust him at all".

"So I can't be friends with men then?", he was being so ridiculous…you couldn't believe it. He wasn't like that normally.

"You're friends with my Arsenal teammates and it's fine. You're friends with Silva too and it's fine. But Dias…he likes you. Don't deny it".

"If you trusted me as much as you say you do, that wouldn't matter".

Martin noticed you didn't deny his claim. And he really hoped you would.

"I do, but it's hard. Put yourself in my shoes for a second".

Seeing his defeated look took some of your anger away. So you took his hand and walked with him to the sofa so you could sit and talk.

"Why is it hard? Explain it to me".

And so he started to name all the things that had made him jealous in the past, worried you'd laugh at him.

"And then they have to play against Madrid and you want them to win too, writing about it on social media".

"So? Why can't I support City in the Champions League? I won't next year when you play it".

"I played for Madrid. People talked about how my girlfriend was talking about wanting them to lose".

"They treated you like shit. People can't expect me to like them…".

"I guess", he sighed.

"What else?"

"Do you read the comments on your posts?"

That surprised you. Did he? You never did because being a woman in a male centric industry meant you got a lot of abuse on social media. So the best thing you could do was ignore all comments.

"No, why?"

"So you don't see how people ship you and Rúben every time you post about the other or when you interact in the comments"

"That's so stupid. I post a lot with Bernardo too. Why don't they ship me with him then?"

"He's in a relationship".

"So am I".

"Yeah…they don't care about that, apparently".

"Do you get comments about it?"

He nodded, picking up his phone and going to the last photo of you he posted. You read the comments and couldn't believe it. All the cheating accusations under your comment were bad enough. But all those comments about you and Rúben being a better couple…

"You should have told me earlier".

"And look like the idiot I am? I told you, I trust you. But it can be too much. He's taking my league title but he can't take you too".

"He won't".

You understood. And most importantly, you believed him when he said he trusted you.

After your talk, you two cuddled on the sofa. He needed you to be there for him and you needed to reassure him.

Between the match, the travelling and your argument, he was exhausted and fell asleep quickly. You moved him gently so his head could be on your lap and took your phone out and took a photo of him. He looked adorable.

Because of the argument, you hadn't had time to go through Instagram after the match. And you didn't know why, but you felt the need to go to your tagged photos.

One of the first you saw was of you and Rúben hugging. A City fan page had posted it and Rúben liked it. You were about to move to the next when the caption caught your attention.

"Please City, bring her back to the team so these two can be together. Dream couple! 😍"

Rúben like that? You definitely needed to talk to him but you couldn't tell Martin. He didn't need to see more comments like that. He was right when he said it was too much. You could only imagine how painful it would be to see those types of posts about him and another woman.

Looking down at him, you felt the need to do something. And so you opened the Instagram app again and posted the photo you took of Martin sleeping with his head on your lap on your stories.

"The (only) one I love 💕"

#martin odegaard #ruben dias #martin odegaard imagine #martin odegaard fluff #martin odegaard one shot #martin odegaard angst #footballer imagine #footballer fluff #footballer one shot #footballer x reader #footballer x yn #footballer angst #martin ødegaard

[morallyinept]

A full character analysis on DAVE YORK from the film THE EQUALIZER 2.

I've created this as a point of reference when writing for Pedro's characters, and I hope you find it useful. Even if you just want to learn more about the character. 🖤

FULL MASTERLIST OF PEDRO'S CHARACTERS ANALYSED

FULL CHARACTER STUDY:

Basic Details:

Full Name: David York

Nickname(s): Dave

Appears in: The Equalizer 2, 2018 (first appearance on screen seen on Susan's laptop at approx. 30:14, full appearance seen at approx. 33:46)

Age (if known): 43 - (Although this was the age Pedro was himself when he filmed his scenes, and Dave's DOB is listed the same as Pedro's, 2nd April 1975, so Dave's age may be incorrect. This was found via Dave's character Wiki page, see the bottom of this post for the link.)

Nationality: American - specific dialect unconfirmed, however Dave appears to live in Washington DC

Sexuality: Straight

Family: Wife, Carol, and two young children, Molly and Alice. Molly is the elder of Dave's two daughters, ages unconfirmed

Spouse/Partner: Carol York, wife

Relationship Status: Married

Current Living Status: Deceased - Killed by Robert McCall

Languages Spoken: English

Education: Not confirmed, although as Dave worked for the government, he would have needed to have at least completed high school/college education as a minimum

Occupation:

Job Role/Title: DIA (Defense Intelligence Agency) Agent, former Black Ops Operative, private hire mercenary

Special Skill(s): Tactical, artillery, intelligence/surveillance work, field work, military experience

Notable Colleague(s): McCall, Ari, Resnik & Kovac, later worked with Susan Plummer

Distinguishing Features:

Tattoo(s): Flower tattoo seen behind left ear in the park scene with McCall (Pedro's own), however this is later covered up in another clip in the same scene, so whether this is meant to be a deliberate feature for Dave or not, remains unclear

Piercings: None

Scar(s): Scar on right wrist to mid forearm from previous explosion injury

Other Markings: Freckles on neck

Eye Colour: Brown

Prominent Feature(s): Clean shaven face

Injuries: Dave sustains several injuries before his death: an injury to his right arm when he was caught in a hotel explosion around seven or so years ago. Dave hits the back of his head when he is blown across the tower, which dazes him. He also loses a tooth when McCall elbows him in the jaw. He has his left eye gouged out by McCall shortly before he dies. He is also lacerated four times by his own knife that McCall uses. He looks to be lacerated on his left upper chest/shoulder, his right side arm, left thigh and right side leg; these lacerations look to slice through nerves rendering Dave unable to move, before he is stabbed in the lower left third rib; a close quarter technique - the same way Dave killed Susan. McCall then kicks Dave off the tower and he hits the rocks with the back of his head, resulting in death if he hadn't already yet died. The tide then washes his body away.

Hair Colour: Brown

Dave's scar on his right arm, as pictured below in this film still:

Personality:

Traits: focused, ruthless, smart

(From Dave Wiki Fandom Website) Prior to the events of the Equalizer 2, Dave York served in the U.S. military. At some point, either while still in the military or shortly after his discharge, Dave was recruited into the DIA, and became part of a covert black ops team which consisted of Resnik, Ari, and Kovac. Dave also met former U.S. Marine Robert McCall, who became his team leader, mentor, and close friend. He also befriended fellow DIA agent Susan Plummer. For seven years, Dave and Robert worked together on many covert operations for the DIA. According to Dave himself, most of these operations involved assassinations.

Despite Dave and Robert's close friendship, Robert who had become disillusioned with the DIA and wished to be with his wife, decided to fake his own death. While on a mission in a foreign country, Dave witnessed, what he believed, was Robert being killed in a car bombing (website says 'car bombing' but Dave says 'when that hotel came down on us' in the film, so it's possible the blast from the car bomb destroyed the lobby that Dave was standing in). Three months after Robert's alleged death, Dave's black ops team was then shutdown by the government. Despite this, Dave continued working as an agent for the DIA and worked closely with Susan.

Unbeknownst to Susan and the DIA, Dave secretly went rogue, as he felt disillusioned by the government's decision to shut down his black ops team. He and his former teammates decided to go private and utilized their skills to become assassins and hitmen for hire.

Dave has a cabin that he mentions to McCall in their conversation in the park where he takes his wife and kids for vacations, although it is not stated where this cabin is exactly.

On outer appearance, Dave is a family man. He lives in a suburban house with two cars, a wife and two children and a modest job in the DIA. He is seen taking out the garbage bins and helping his youngest daughter with her homework at the dining table. He refers to both his wife and daughter affectionately as "baby."

Fashion/Outfits:

Outfit 1 - (Opening scene on laptop) Blue suit jacket, white shirt, red and white/silver striped tie

Outfit 2 - (Belgium crime scene) Blue textured two-piece suit, white shirt, red embossed tie, black shoes

Outfit 3 - (Hotel lobby & elevator) Brown three-quarter length trench coat, grey pants, brown belt, blue shirt, red embossed tie

Outfit 4 - (Jogging the park) Blue navy jog pants, blue Adidas trainers with white sole stripes, grey workout jacket, grey round neck t-shirt

Outfit 5 - (On phone to McCall) Dark navy blue two-piece suit, white shirt, blue tie with red dots, black shoes, American flag pin on lapel

Outfit 6 - (At home in his kitchen) Light blue long-sleeved shirt, black slacks, black belt, black shoes

Outfit 7 - (At Robert's House) Black beanie hat, black zip up jacket, black cargo pants, black boots

Outfit 8 - (Final showdown) Green camo soft fleece jacket, black cargo pants (in some scenes they appear dark green), black boots, black fingerless gloves

Accessories: American flag pin badge, black mobile phone, plain gold wedding band on wedding finger, watch on left wrist

Weapons Used:

Weapon(s): (Exact weapons pictured below)

Dave's hand gun is a Beretta M941 9x19mm

Dave's Rifle is a Daniel Defense MK12 with a separate mounted periscope

Dave also uses a knife to stab Susan in the lower third rib, known as a 'close quarter technique'. which would result in almost instant death from a punctured lung. It was a two millimetre stab wound, resulting in a thin blade used.

Dave has a knife he uses in the final fight with McCall, with a black handle and slate looking blade

Modes of Transport:

Vehicle(s):

Dave has two cars parked on his home driveway: a 2017 white/silver Mercedes-Benz GLS 450 which Carol drives, and a black Chevrolet, possibly either a Malibu or a Cruze model, although not confirmed as we don't see him actually drive it. License plate reg looks to be ZX36S3, custom plate made for the film.

Dave is sitting in the driver's seat of a 2017 Silver Ford Taurus outside of McCall's house.

Dave is passenger in the same 2017 Silver Ford Taurus later when he tracks down McCall.

Dialogue:

🗨 See Dave's full dialogue from the film, including deleted scenes.

Further Character Links (if any):

Pedro Pascal Soundbites The Equalizer 2, Equalizer 2 Behind the Scenes Through Antoine's Lens: The Cast, Equalizer 2 Action Scenes Breakdown, Building The World of Equalizer 2

Dave's Wiki Villain Page

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What can you tell me about the fascist groups in Ukraine?

So when talking about fascist groups in Ukraine, we have to talk about pre-2022 and now. Pre-2022 there were dozens of fascist groups operating in Ukraine, much like Russia, other European countries, and places like the United States. Groups with names like "Centuria," "Tradition and Order," "Wotanjugend," and "National Militia" patrolled the streets, intimidating and attacking immigrants, LGBTQ+ people and leftists/anti-fascists, just as they do in Russia, Hungary, the U.S., and many other countries besides. Our violent hate crimes research project documented attacks by fascist groups in Ukraine in 2020 and 2021, including the kidnapping and torture of a trans woman in April 2020; a coordinated attack on the Pride march in Odessa that same year; and three more attacks on LGBTQ+ people in Kyiv and Odessa in 2021. Of course, the most notorious of these groups is the neo-nazi Azov Battalion. We might not have this exactly right but we believe Azov rose to prominence along with Right Sector during Euromaidan in 2013 and 2014. Because the rebellion against the former dictator Yanukovich was successful and left a temporary power vacuum, Right Sector and Azov took advantage of it to the extent that they could. For Azov, this meant integration into Ukraine's military. That said, the gains made by the far right into the institutions of power in Ukraine were limited and for most, somewhat short-lived. This is reflected by the terrible showing of far-right/fascist groups in elections; by the 2020 raid on a Wotanjugend weapons/explosive cache by the Ukrainian secret service; and of course the election of Ukraine's first-ever Jewish president in 2019. Also, if we've given you the impression that Ukraine was and continues to be a haven for fascist thugs, we strongly recommend watching these interviews with Ukrainian anarchists from April. Now, a lot of people (including Putin) have attempted to use Azov's integration into the Ukrainian military as evidence that Ukraine is run by nazis, but when you consider that Azov at its peak would have accounted for just 1% of the Ukrainian military it becomes clear that the problem is no greater than most militaries, particularly in eastern Europe. Russia, in particular, is in no position to point fingers.

This brings us to the current situation in Ukraine, which is this: there is a powerful fascist group that is committing the lion's share of violence and is actually in control of large parts of the country. That fascist group is the Russian military. The Russian invasion of Ukraine is fascist in nature. It's not unreasonable to make comparisons to Hitler's policy of lebensraum here; Russian is committing acts of genocide against the Ukrainian people; and the OHCHR has, as of last month, documented over 11,000 Ukrainian civilian casualties. Meanwhile in Russia, it is illegal to say anything critical about the war or even to call it a war. All of which is to say this: if you're concerned about fascists in Ukraine, Anon, then most of your concern should be about the most violent fascists there - the Russian military. There are lots of anti-fascist, anarchist, and leftist groups - many of whom fought against fascists in Ukraine before the war - who are now armed and fighting against the Russian invasion. Those are the people who deserve your support and those are the people we've been supporting through things like our t-shirt fundraiser & Yellow Peril Tactical's patches/stickers fundraiser. Check out Rev Dia, Hoods Hoods Klan, Kharkiv Hardcore, Good Night Imperial Pride - all of which are good examples of leftist groups fighting the fascists right now.

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CELEBRITY | chapter 7

rúben dias x original female character [+18]

SYNOPSIS: The protagonist has tried everything: acting, modeling, singing. But what got her a front page cover was being seen with a Premier League player. Unfortunately, that’s currently the least of her worries. WARNINGS: smut; kind of dom!ruben; social media post; minors dni.

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CHAPTER VII — THE BRACELET

The air in the apartment feels heavy as Lily and the protagonist stand facing each other. It had been months since they had last spoken. 

The protagonist clears her throat, the effort to speak almost tangible.

"Lily, listen, I... just want to say that... it's okay for us to live together." Each word is a struggle, the bitterness of their past still lingering in her voice.

Lily's expression remained unreadable, her gaze piercing. "Of course it is." She replies, her tone cool. "I've never had a problem with it."

The protagonist feels her anger flare at Lily's nonchalant response. "Really? Because I seem to remember things differently." Her voice is sharp with sarcasm. "Like the time you 'borrowed' my bracelet and conveniently forgot to return it."

Lily's eyes widen as she claims innocence. "You're still on about that old thing? You know I never touched it!"

The protagonist feels a surge of frustration. It was clear that Lily was not interested in reconciliation. And the bracelet was just one example of the many complaints she held against her former friend.

With a deep breath, the protagonist tries to keep her composure. "Well, I guess we'll just have to agree to disagree." She says icily. "But let's be clear, I won't tolerate any more of your games. We're roommates, nothing more."

Lily's smile falters briefly, a hint of uncertainty crossing her face. But it was quickly replaced by a facade of indifference. "Fine by me." She replies, her tone dripping with insincerity. "After all, it's not like we were ever really friends, were we?"

With that, Lily turned and walked away, leaving the protagonist alone with her conflicted emotions. Anger, sadness, and a profound sense of loss washing over her.

It's late, the city is quiet outside. The protagonist stands outside Rúben's apartment, perplexed by his persistent calls. They haven't discussed their relationship, but she goes every time he calls. Before, Rúben used to find any excuse to see her, but now he simply calls, and she comes running, drawn to him despite the unanswered questions between them.

As she enters his apartment, she's reminded of the need for caution. They can't risk photos of her here, not with looming threats. 

So, it's not like it was with Kevin, she tells herself. 

And it isn’t. Rúben's touch is gentle, his kisses soft. He holds her hand as they sit on the couch, watching TV. And it never progressed further than that.

So this time it’s different in many ways.

The protagonist feels respected, like Rúben is giving her time, like he wants to get to know her better. Despite his respect, her mind wanders, consumed by longing. Rúben is respectful, but she knows he would give her more if she asked. Does she dare?

The protagonist shifts subtly, repositioning herself closer to Rúben on the couch. She leans in, her body language conveying a subtle invitation. Rúben notices, his eyes meeting hers with a hint of curiosity.

Without breaking eye contact, she reaches out, her hand finding his and intertwining their fingers. Rúben's expression softens, a silent understanding passing between them. He leans in closer, his lips brushing against hers in a tentative kiss.

The kiss deepens, becoming more urgent, more passionate.

Rúben breaks away long enough to pull her closer, then presses his mouth back down onto hers, deepening the kiss even more. 

Their bodies pressed together, each seeking comfort from the other's warmth. His hand slides up her thigh, squeezing gently at first, but gradually increasing pressure. His tongue pushes into her mouth, tasting her as his hand inches up her skirt.

In the mirror across the room, the protagonist watches herself melt under Rúben's touch.

“I want you.” She whispers breathlessly. "So much"

“Yes, yes, I want you too.” He responds huskily, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her against him. “Let me take care of you."

He pulls off her panties, dropping them on the floor beside the couch, then yanks down her skirt. He's a bit rougher than she was expecting, but she's so horny she'll let him do anything he wants. He unbuttons her blouse, then unclasps her bra and tosses it aside, leaving her completely naked. His eyes wander over her body, lingering on legs, then her stomach, her breasts, finally coming to rest on her face. 

The protagonist moans when he brushes his thumb across her lips, then tilts her head to the side, encouraging him to go further. With a deep groan, Rúben leans forward and presses his lips to hers again.

She closes her eyes and his hands move over her skin, learning her curves. His hands are firm on her breasts and when she makes eye contact with him again, he has a proud smile on his face.

"You're so fucking hot."

His hands slide down to her thighs, gently lifting them, opening her legs wider, until they are spread open in front of him. She moans as he kisses her body, pausing at each breast to kiss and lick, sucking on her nipples, teasing her with small nips before retreating. 

As he kisses his way down, his hand moves up her inner thigh, making slow, deliberate circles. The more he touches her, the wetter she gets.

"I want to see you too. Please." She pleads.

"Yeah? Want to see if you can take it?" He asks, grinning down at her.

The protagonist bites her lips and coyly nods, begging him with her eyes.

"I'll show you." A lustful grin spreads across Rúben’s face as he starts to undress. 

Her eyes grow wide as he lifts his shirt over his head, revealing his lean muscles and athletic body. He bends down and pulls off his shoes, socks, and pants, tossing them aside. Then he steps out of his underwear, his cock already erect.

The protagonist watches with growing arousal as Rúben's hands roam over his muscular chest, down his belly to his cock, which points straight toward her face. She licks her lips nervously. He climbs up on the couch, kneeling in front of her, his hard cock bobbing just inches from her mouth.

"Open your mouth." He says, reaching out and stroking her hair with one hand. When she does as he asks, his member touches her lips and he begins to push it in. The tip slips past her teeth, only barely grazing her tongue. Rúben grins.

"You got it."

Slowly, Rúben moves his cock in and out of her mouth, going deeper each time. The faster he goes, the harder she cries out. She opens her mouth wider, trying to take all of him inside. 

She grips the armrest of the couch tightly, a single tear running down her face. Rúben’s hand is soft on her hair, as he pets her. When he feels her throat start to constrict around his shaft, he puts his hands on her shoulders and slowly eases out of her mouth. She moans loudly as she takes him back inside.

"Take it like a good girl." He breathes.

The protagonist struggles for air as Rúben thrusts himself into her mouth, harder and faster than before. Her eyelids flutter closed.

Finally, Rúben stops thrusting.

"That's good, that's good." He tells her.

When she opens her eyes, she finds him smiling down at her, an approving look on his face. He continues to stroke her hair, looking down at her with such affection and adoration. The protagonist tries to catch her breath, taking deep breaths through her nose as she strokes his cock.

Rúben smiles. "Now come here."

He sits back on the couch and takes her in his arms. As she straddles him, he gently kisses her forehead. He fingers her shortly, claiming that she's wet enough, before lining himself on her entrance. She gasps softly as he pushes himself inside.

It hurts slightly, but he keeps pushing in, until eventually, she sinks all the way down onto him. His eyes close and he sighs.

Rúben rests his hands on her hips, letting her control the pace. She keeps her rhythm slow and steady, moving back and forth on top of him, rocking her hips back and forth as she rubs her clit against him. Every few minutes, she slows her movements and leans forward, rubbing her lips and tongue against his skin, biting his ears, causing him to moan in pleasure.

They stay this way for several minutes, neither saying anything. Finally, Rúben grabs her hips and pulls her up and down faster. She clenches around him, pushing herself down onto his cock, enjoying every sensation. Soon, she can feel her orgasm building, and she doesn't want to hold back any longer.

As she continues to ride him, she grinds her pussy harder, squeezing him tighter. Suddenly, her climax overtakes her. She grits her teeth and shudders, tightening around him. Rúben moans in pleasure as he comes too. They continue to move together for several seconds before finally collapsing on the couch, still joined together.

When they finally get their breathing under control, Rúben looks into her eyes. She blushes slightly.

"You were amazing." He says.

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