#listen sometimes you have to hit rock bottom before you can go up

[aphel1on]

"i am going to write a fix-it"

7k in my pov character is attempting suicide

#this has happened. more than once. #listen sometimes you have to hit rock bottom before you can go up #suicide cw #'babe are u ok uve written characters trying to kill themselves multiple times in the last year' #no i am not thank you for asking! but im outsourcing all my breakdowns to fictional characters so it's gucci #no to be honest tho it is not as drastic as that potentially makes it sound #when i am going thru a rougher patch of mental health #i DO end up writing more 'darkfic' or whatever #where my characters are going thru it even worse than i am #and honestly its just cathartic. and helps me process things #and most of the time i even DO get to the comfort part of the hurt/comfort eventually #which is like a big psychic hug or blanket draped around my shoulders #so anyway #aphelion.txt #writing #fanfic

[crushmeeren]

Crowley/Fem Reader/Aziraphale

Warnings; Bottom! Crowley, Top! Aziraphale, my version of Soft Dom! Reader, Anal Sex, Rimming, Vaginal Sex, Female Anatomy/Pronouns, Reader does wear a strap on!

Note; I wrote this entire thing as a request and I FUCKING FORGOT TO MAKE THE READER A DEMON, IM SORRY REQUESTOR 😭 I hope you and everyone else still enjoy 🥲

AO3 Link; Escapades🪽

Word Count; 6.2k

It always starts the same way. Crowley stumbles upon a new sexual escapade he wants the three of you to experience in the bedroom. Then the sneaky bastard riles up you and Aziraphale, way too easily if you’re being honest, and then three of you end up tumbling into the bedroom. You’re learning, way too late into the evening, that Crowley had been made aware of what pegging is. The red headed demon absolutely got more than a little drunk with Nina and Maggie last night, and consequently ended up with more details of their sex life than he wanted.

The only part he couldn’t shake off, was when they mentioned the pegging, and how mind blowing the experience can be. They talked about how ridiculously hot it can be, not to mention how good it feels, having your female partner, who doesn’t naturally have a dick, fuck you with more or less a cock of their own.

As soon as the the images flashed behind his eyes, he felt his cheeks burn. He took a sip of his scotch and he felt warmth spread through his belly pleasurably. He knows it’s not from the alcohol and for fucks sake, he just couldn’t resist being interested, the idea stuck to his brain like glue. It stayed with him the entire night. He, with extreme difficulty, was able to keep himself from getting rock hard that night. The thought of your smaller frame underneath him threatening to send blood rushing south.

That would’ve been too embarrassing if he spontaneously had to leave his impromptu drinking session with the girls because he couldn’t get his boner to go away. Truthfully, he had thought about being fucked by you often. Thinking about getting railed by you made his dick throb involuntarily. He knows the Angel wants it as well. He and Aziraphale had spoken about it, in great detail, before. He’d even had the Angel wrap a hand around his cock, whisper sweet nothings into his ear about you fucking him until he’d cum so hard his sticky release had hit him in the face.

Surprisingly enough, the two of them had never heard of or come across pegging before, leading them to believe it was never going to be an option. The fact that it was, is the reason Crowley showed up eagerly late the next day at the bookshop with a fucking strap on in his hands. You attempt to burn holes in his skull as your gaze flickers between the item in his hand and his smug looking face. Your eye twitches.

“Pegging?” you ask in disbelief, eyebrow raised as you cross your arms and push out one of your hips. Warmth pools in your belly at the mention of it, it’s not like you haven’t thought about it before. They had never brought it up so you just assumed they weren’t interested in that. You can see you were clearly wrong.

The three of you are in the bookshop, Aziraphale at his desk, reading glasses on the bridge of his nose as he looks over one of his books about “the art of prestidigitation”, as he likes to call it. Once he saw what the demon was holding he immediately turned back to his desk and started to try extremely hard to pointedly not listen to the conversation that you and Crowley began having. He ignored the way his cheeks burned, and the butterflies that filled his belly when Crowley started talking.

“Yes love, ever heard of it?” Crowley replies in a teasing tone of voice, smirking as he takes his black glasses off, setting them down on a nearby surface. He turns to face you again, stretching out his arm to wiggle the strap on at you, fake dick and all bobbing about in the wind. You roll your eyes at him, before narrowing your gaze. Sometimes you can’t believe the blunt audacity Crowley has, but when he gets these ideas it usually works out in the end so you haven’t turned him down yet. Laughing incredulously, you tilt your head and you reply with just as much attitude.

“Yes, I’ve heard of it, I’m just surprised you haven’t, I didn’t realize you had that little experience Crowley.” Uncrossing your arms you place them on your hips. You smile with fake innocence and make eye contact with him. You see his smirk grow even wider as he tilts his head back in amused laughter. Eyes coming to rest on your face, Crowley steps closer to you, getting into your space and looking down at you.

You can feel some of the heat radiating from him and you resist the urge to blush. You stare up at him, not backing down. The demon wraps his warm, slim fingers around your hip, slipping his thumb under your shirt, softly rubbing the skin over the bone there. You bite your lip to hold back a soft moan and the air between the two of you starts to thicken like warm honey. Crowley trails a finger softly down your neck. A shiver runs down your spine as he leans closer, lips softly brushing your cheek before he whispers in your ear. The bastard knows what he’s doing and you fall for it every time.

“Well then, I suppose I’m gonna need you to show me what it means to get fucked hmm? My pretty goddess,” he coos, voice smooth and low as he kisses your earlobe, then he moves to press a kiss into the sensitive skin of your neck. The feeling of his breath tickling your skin as he mouths at your throat makes your body flush, warm arousal instantly shooting to your belly. You almost forgot the Angel was here when you and Crowley hear the sound of a page ripping and Aziraphale cursing softly in the background.

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As you expected, Crowley is the most eager to get pegged first. The idea has been rolling around in his brain the most lately and he’s aching for it. Furthermore he’s a little shit who always gets what he wants. So Aziraphale, living up to his title as Angel once again, caves easily to the demons request. He really can’t say no to his pretty face. Crowley promises him he’ll reward him in return, whispering sweetly to him and kissing his cheeks as the two climb onto the bed.

You had decided to leave that decision up to the two of them, knowing nobody is going to get left out either way. Aziraphale really doesn’t mind, he knows no matter what he’s going to feel good. Whether it’s watching you and Crowley put on a show for him or he’s actively participating, he’s just so happy to be a part of it.

After you’ve flipped off the overhead light, you turn on a lamp in corner of the room. It glows a comforting soft yellow and makes the space feel much more intimate. Despite the soothing light, you unfortunately spent about 10 irritating minutes cursing and figuring out how to get the damn strap on hooked to your hips and under your thighs correctly. You walk over to stand at the end of the bed, near the edge as you finish securing it in place.

Aziraphale and Crowley are on the bed, completely bare as they kiss eagerly in front of you. You hum softly in approval as you listen to the slick sound of their lips meeting over and over. They are both raised up on their knees, facing each other, giving you a pretty picture of their side profiles as they make out. Aziraphale is holding Crowleys waist and in turn Crowley wraps his arms around the Angels neck. He plays with the soft white curls at the nape of Aziraphales neck and the Angel tugs Crowley closer into his chest by his hips.

You feel your pussy getting slick and it throbs beneath the strap on. Your teeth dig into the sensitive skin of your bottom lip. Gods, they just look so fucking hot together. They are your wet dream and you let your eyes trail up and down their bodies, noticing both of their flushed, hard cocks rubbing together with every tiny movement they make. The tips of their cocks shiny with precum as they continue to lightly thrust against each other. You have the urge to reach out and wrap one hand around both of them, feeling the warm, silky skin and jerking them off together. You file that thought away and save it for later.

You hear a soft groan, which you recognize comes from the demon and your eyes snap upwards to see he’s already looking at you. His yellow eyes watching you intensely. You realize he was trying to get your attention and you raise an eyebrow at him. He keeps eye contact with you and he smiles into the kiss with Aziraphale. Crowley makes sure you can see his forked tongue as he slips it into the Angels mouth, making Aziraphale gasp softly and open up easily for him.

Your pussy clenches around air and your fingers dig into your palm as you see their tongues roll together. Crowley turns his attention back to his heated kiss with the Angel, closing his eyes again. You notice Aziraphales cheeks are a pretty pink as they start to really get into it, Aziraphale digging his nails into the demons skin. They lean into each other and you see Crowleys hand start to trail down Aziraphales chest. He drags his nails over the Angels stomach, making a move to reach for the Angels cock.

“No,” you order him, quite casually, and his hand stops in its place. Crowley whines into Aziraphales mouth and breaks away from the kiss. The Angel pants and leans forward as if he’s chasing the demons lips. Turning his head to look at you, bottom lip sticking out, Crowley keeps his other hand perched on the Angels shoulder as his chest heaves. They both have a pretty flush and Aziraphale decides to rest his forehead against Crowleys shoulder.

“You’re no fun darling,” Crowley pouts, trying to give you wide, puppy eyes.

“Oh no, whatever shall I do?” you say sarcastically, fake gasping and bringing a hand up to cover your mouth. Crowley narrows his eyes playfully and sticks his tongue out at you. He pushes back from the Angels grip and Aziraphale sits back on his calves, hands continuing to rest gently on Crowleys lean waist. You get a sense that the demon is actively trying to push you as Crowleys cock twitches when he makes a show of running his hand down his chest, inching closer to his own dick. You know he’s definitely testing your patience on purpose, but you keep your face neutral when you speak. He knows you’re the one in charge here and you won’t give him the satisfaction of letting him see the flash of agitation that courses through you.

“Crowley,” you say warningly, voice low as you keep your eyes on his face. He freezes the movement of his hand and reluctantly rests both hands on Aziraphales shoulders. Crowleys behavior isn’t unusual though, as he usually tries to see how much he can tip toe the line before you punish him and it’s clear he just wants to act like a brat tonight. You sniff once and decide to ignore him, knowing it’ll piss him off. You look at Aziraphale, who gives you a sweet smile, letting his palms rest on the tops of his thighs now. You return the smile, feeling your love for the Angel blossom warmly in your chest. He’s such a good boy for you.

“Angel, you’ve been so good, you can relax for a moment, why don’t you come here and sit next to me,” you purr, praising him. He blushes and you see his pretty pink cock kick at your sweet praise. He eagerly nods his head and starts to move away from Crowley, who makes a noise of protest in response.

“Yes my love,” he replies obediently, moving to sit on the edge of the bed, close to you, with his feet on the floor. He leans his weight back on his hands as he angles his body slightly toward you. His cock leans against his lower belly, drooling slightly and he obeys the unspoken rule of not touching himself.

You reach over to run your fingers through the Angels soft hair once affectionately. You get a soft hum in return. Focusing back on Crowley you move your fingers in a come hither motion, waiting for Crowley to obey you. Surprisingly he does so without protest, crawling forward on his knees and then sitting on his haunches in front of you. You glance at Aziraphale, making sure he’s watching. You know it turns the Angel on, he loves to witness you be more dominant, especially when it’s directed at the demon. Your eyes meet his pretty blue ones and you wink at him, smiling cheekily. The Angel feels a thrill tingle down his spine.

You turn your gaze back to Crowley, who seems to be annoyed he didn’t have your undivided attention. You giggle at his expression, which makes his cheeks turn red. His pretty lips tug into a scowl. You smile, not kindly, and bring your hand up, wrapping your fingers around his jaw tightly, forcing his head straight to look into your eyes. Your fingers press into his warm skin and his snake like eyes widen a bit, tracking back and forth. You make a tsk sound and shake your head softly in disappointment. He watches you, his eyes half lidded. You bend closer, getting into his face and you whisper menacingly, eyes sharp.

“If you try to break my rules again Crowley, I’m gonna have our Angel finger you open and then I’m gonna fuck him instead and make you watch from the side. I’ll tie your hands behind your back if I have too,” you growl, squeezing his jaw tightly as you lean back. Crowley stares at you, unblinking, unable to let his mouth fall open due to your tight grip. Your words sent heat blazing down his spine and straight to his cock. You hear Aziraphales soft groan from your left and you look over at him, admiring the way his hands clench the sheets beneath his fingers, knuckles white. His chest is pink now as well and you can see his dick jump occasionally as he watches you and Crowley. You smirk and look back at Crowley when he whines in his throat.

“Do you hear me?” you ask firmly, raising an eyebrow. Crowley nods the best he can. “Say it,” you demand, dropping your grip on his jaw.

“Y-yes I understand my love,” he chokes out, chewing on his bottom lip. You nod once in approval. Moving away from them both, you slip around to the side of the bed, getting up and crawling to lay down near the headboard. The two of them have turned to watch you, eyes lustful as they watch you lay your head on one of the pillows. You bend your legs and plant your feet, digging your toes into the soft sheets below. Raising up on your elbows, you give the others a pointed look, seeing as they both have remained silent.

“Well? Come here my pretty little demon, sit in my lap,” you purr, fingers coming up to motion him forward. Crowley wastes no time and crawls up the bed toward you, looking excited at what’s to come. He gets between your legs and slips through, a leg on each side of your hips as he sits down. The movement causes his hard, overly heated cock to make contact with the cool material of the strap on and he jolts a little, rubbing his cock further against yours and he cries out. Your hands shoot out to grip his waist, keeping him still and he shifts his weight, getting used to the feeling. Once you’ve got him steady you decide it’s time to get your Angel involved.

“Angel,” you call out, “do you mind coming up here and stretching open our bratty demon please? I’ll give you a treat afterwards,” Smirking, you run your thumbs over Crowleys hip bones and he moans lowly. You hear Aziraphale giggle happily.

“Of course dear, you know I love getting him ready,” he teases. You hear the sheets rustle as he comes up behind Crowley, hearing the sharp cracking sound of skin on skin as the demon yelps and you giggle. Crowley scowls at you as Aziraphale bends him over, forcing the demon to place a hand on either side of your head to balance his weight and expose his pretty arse. You frame his face with your hands, thumbs running over his cheeks.

“What’s wrong you naughty little demon? I thought you liked getting spanked,” you tease, grinning cheekily. His frown deepens and he pokes your cheek.

“Don’t be mean doll,” he says, letting his head hang between his shoulders as he lets out a low groan. You can’t see what’s going on but you know Azirphale must’ve started fingering him. You remember the feel of having your fingers sucked into Crowleys tight, slick heat and your pussy aches to be filled. You try to ignore the sensation and your lips pull into an amused smile as you hear the little choked moans Crowley lets out as his arse is stretched open by the Angels thick fingers. You’re no stranger to the feeling and you know Crowleys on cloud 9.

“How many fingers has he taken Angel?” you ask curiously after a moment, letting go of the demons face and running your fingers through Crowleys soft red hair as he lets his weight relax onto your chest, forehead on the mattress right next to your head, arse propped up into the air. The slick tip of Crowleys cock leaves a sticky kiss on your lower belly when he shifts his weight. You shiver lightly as you feel what must be Aziraphales free hand, smoothly tickling his fingers up your inner thigh, wanting to touch you too. You moan gently at his touch.

“He’s already taken two, seems as if our dearest was eager for this,” he teases, with a sweet laugh as he presses his fingers inside of Crowley again, making the demon jolt forward. His arms instantly snake under your head and around your neck as he buries his face into your neck.

“Ah!” he cries out, thrusting his hips forward, accidentally rubbing the tip of his flushed cock against yours again, which makes him curse loudly. You grit your teeth because by this point, listening to them both, feeling Crowley writhe around as he’s finger fucked, you’re so unbelievably turned on, so wet you can feel it trail from your pussy down to your arse. The ache for one of them to fill you is so strong. Your cheeks burn, but you have enough self control and a plan to get through this. You know one of them is going to be fucking you at the end. So, trying to shove your own arousal down your throat, you continue to shower Crowley with filthy, sweet nothings as he gets stretched open.

“Oh my you cheeky little pup, is the Angel making your sweet arse feel so good? Hmm pretty baby?” you coo to Crowley, wrapping your arms around his upper back to keep him in place with his arse in the air. Crowley always loves any sort of dirty talk that flows from your mouth.

“Oh fuck! Yes, yes so good, shit, please love, want you inside of me, I want to ride you,” he pants, moaning against your neck, his breath heating your skin. He writhes in your hold and tightens his arms around your neck, letting out a whimper. You hum in acknowledgment, deciding to check in with Aziraphale, if nothing else but to annoy the demon further.

“Is he ready Angel?” you ask casually, running your hand up and down Crowleys upper back. You see Aziraphales adoring smile as you look over Crowleys shoulder and the Angel nods quickly.

“Yes dear, our old boy is definitely ready, he’s being such a good boy and taking all of what I give him,” Aziraphale praises, running his free hand soothingly over Crowleys lower back. The demon just moans in response, teeth digging in slightly at the base of your neck. You feel another heady pulse of arousal in your pussy at the sharp sting of his teeth and you bite your lower lip hard enough you think it might split. Letting out a breath of air steadily through your nose you reply, letting him know just what you had in mind for him.

“Good job Angel, I told you I wouldn’t leave you out yeah? I want you to sit on my face and let me eat your sweet arse while Crowley rides me okay?” you say, voice gentle but with no room for argument. You know Aziraphale gets shy admitting it but he loves sitting on your face and letting you lick at his hole until he cums hard, hips moving wildly. You fucking love it and you usually save it for times like this. Getting crushed under the Angels soft, thick thighs, you’d die happily. You hear the choked out moan that leaves lips as he slips his fingers free from Crowley and crawls out from behind the demon, who did let out a groan at the feeling of loss.

“Yes love, whatever you say,” he says easily, trying to keep his voice casual as he maneuvers himself until he’s sitting next your head on his haunches. You laugh, amused.

“Shit, that’s gonna make me cum so fast if I’m watching you eat his arse and riding you,” Crowley whimpers, complaining into your skin. You grin wickedly and unwind your arms from his shoulders. You push at his chest, getting him unstick himself from you and sit up in your lap.

“Well that’s good because I’m not letting you touch your cock this time, you wanted this so bad? Well you’re gonna work for it,” you tell him, running your hands over his slender thighs. His lips turn downward into a pout but he doesn’t argue, not so secretly loving being bossed around by you. You hear Aziraphale chuckle gently from beside you.

“Okay my little love, can we please get on with it?” Crowley says, wiggling his hips impatiently. He’s still hard and his cock bobs with his movements. Your pink tongue darts out to run it over you lips and you pat the sides of his hips, urging him to raise up. He raises to his knees but you think this would probably start out better if he got onto his feet.

“Crowley, love, I want you to get into a squatting position to ride me, it’ll be better that way,” you say, watching his eyebrows raise.

“Are you bloody serious? That’s gonna be so much harder!” he whines. You just stare at him, letting him know it’s an order not a suggestion. He purses his lips and dramatically moves into position. Planting his feet and leaning forward to brace his hands gently on your chest, squeezing your breasts.

“Don’t be such a brat, you know I’ll help you if you need it sweet thing,” you coo, smirking up at him. You bring your hand down to grip the base of your cock, wrapping your fingers around it and bracing it upwards, running the tip of it over Crowleys still very slick hole and you watch his eyes flutter as he moans and starts to sink downwards.

“Fine, fine, just don’t tease,” he pants, tilting his head down to watch you start to stretch his arse and disappear inside of him. You bring your free hand to his hip and tilt them towards you by an inch and just like that the head pops in, past his rim. He lets out a choked out sound, hands gripping your breasts tightly. You bite the tip of your tongue and let go of your cock while he seats himself fully, letting your cock stretch his sensitive rim completely. You let your hands rest on the sheets as you study him.

You’re letting Crowley adjust to your cock filling his arse for a second when you hear a soft whine come from your right side. You turn your head to see Aziraphale still sitting on his calves, clenching his hands into fists where they rest on his thighs, face bright red. You see his cock twitch a couple times, coming back to slap softly against his belly. You can tell how worked up he is by now. You know it won’t take too much to push him over the edge. He must be on the edge of bursting from not touching himself all this time. He’s such a good Angel for listening and you definitely didn’t forget about him.

“Oh don’t worry my sweet, I didn’t forget about you, I’m gonna let you sit on my face soon okay? I’m just letting our princess here get adjusted, you’re being such a good Angel for me,” you say soothingly, reaching a hand out rub his thigh.

“I know my love, it’s just so enchanting watching the way Crowley rides you,” he says, brushing hair off your forehead. You smile smugly.

“Well enjoy the show then Angel,” you tease and turn back to face Crowley, who seems to have his bearings about him again. You slip your hands under his arse, gripping his flesh, and press upwards, biceps flexing as he raises up. He uses his thighs and feet to balance as he starts to ride you with your help. He lets go of your breasts and braces his hands on his knees, using them as leverage as he starts to bounce. As you help him get into a rhythm you feel your own arousal hit you like a freight train again. You watch where your cock slides into Crowley, filling him over and over while his mouth hangs open. His eyes are shut and he looks so fucking sexy bouncing on your cock.

“Fuck Crowley,” you breathe, “you look absolutely unbelievable. Does it feel good sweet thing?” you purr, voice soft as your arms start to ache a bit from helping him move. He opens his eyes to look at you, letting out a whine. He feels his legs start to burn a little bit, but the angle is fucking amazing and he’s able to hit that spot that makes his entire body shake, pleasure shooting through his limbs like electricity every time. It easily makes him feel like he’s gonna cum in no time at all.

“Shit! Ah, fuck, yes it feels so so good darling,” he babbles as he jolts harshly. You think he must’ve been hitting his sweet spot. Thinking you can probably let him keep up the pace on his own now, you take your hands out from under him. Looking over to Aziraphale he seems to be entranced watching the demon ride you.

“Aziraphale, sit on my face lovely,” you say softly, snapping him out of it. He looks down at you and nods eagerly. “Kiss me first though Angel,” you request, smiling coyly.

“Yes, okay, I’m so ready dear,” he says, voice bright as he bends down, pressing his soft lips to yours firmly. You moan into his mouth as he rolls his lips firmly against yours a few times. You bite his bottom lip sharply and turn your head, breaking the kiss. You wink at him in approval and he takes that as his cue to raise to his knees, shuffling closer and throwing a leg over your head. He’s facing Crowley as he hovers over your mouth, making heated eye contact with the demon, noticing Crowley was watching the two of you kiss as he kept a steady rhythm bouncing on your cock.

You see the Angels thick arse above you and your tongue runs over your bottom lip. For now you resist the urge to bite roughly into his fleshy arse. Wanting to move on you shift your weight and raise your head up to press a soft kiss on Aziraphales arse cheek. You hear the Angel moan lowly. Before you pull the Angel down to devour him, you speak to Crowley once more.

“Crowley my love, you can ride me however you like, but don’t touch yourself, you’re cumming untouched, is that clear?” you say, voice steady and strong. You hear him whine, but he must agree because you feel him sit down fully. He maneuvers his legs until he’s on his knees again. Crowely starts to roll his hips back and forth in your lap, groaning when your cock presses firmly against his sweet spot. You think that’s good enough, not having the patience to make the demon speak. You snake one arm under the Angel and wrap it around Aziraphales thigh. You use the other hand to spank his arse sharply, digging your nails in there and spreading him open. It allows you to see his pretty pink hole. You hear a soft gasp from the Angel as you blow cool air over his heated flesh, feeling goosebumps erupt under the fingers on his thigh.

“Oh- doll, please,” Aziraphale whines. You take mercy on him and pull on his thigh, forcing him to sit and make contact with your mouth. He cries out loudly when he feels your wet, warm tongue swipe over his hole, he digs his fingers into his thighs. You let go of his arse cheek and wrap both arms around his thighs, holding him close as you start to run your tongue up and down over his warm hole, massaging the swirl of skin with your tongue, getting him wet. You feel his thighs tense next to your head.

You start a steady pace with your mouth, licking firmly and dipping the tip of your tongue shallowly in his hole a few times. When you take a moment to suck on the soft skin with your lips it sounds like someone ripped the sounds from the Angels chest. Aziraphales letting out sharp ah sounds with every movement of your tongue, panting hard. You feel Crowley start to bounce again, he must’ve been watching before but he’s moving quickly now. The way his thighs smack against your pelvis has your insides twisting with want. You hear the little whines spilling from his mouth. Aziraphale starts to wail when you press your tongue deeper into his hole, wiggling the warm muscle in as much as you can. You moan against him and he feels the vibrations in his cock.

“Oh! Hah, love-ah! Your mouth, it feels so amazing, I may not last much longer,” Aziraphale whines, rocking his hips. You feel a bit surprised he’s already this close to cumming but you do think about how he hasn’t been able to touch himself this entire time. Fingering Crowley open and then watching him ride you. He must’ve been really close to the edge already. You pull him tighter and really get to work, jaw aching from the effort.

“Already Angel?” Crowley pants, teasing him slightly. Crowley leans forward to brace his hands on the bed by your chest. Aziraphale laughs breathlessly as he rolls his hips back and forth over your mouth, holding onto his thighs for balance.

“You’re one to talk dear, you already look like you’re going to combust,” he cuts off with a groan. Aziraphale can feel the tightening sensation in his belly, cock drooling and jumping as your pretty mouth licks firm stripes against his hole again and again. Crowley isn’t any better, his thighs ache but he won’t have to do much more to make himself cum. Riding you, watching you eat the Angels arse, it’s all too much. Crowley burns, skin sticky with sweat and his limbs tingle pleasurably as the demon climbs the sweet peak of his orgasm.

You take the chance to move a hand from the Angels thigh to wrap around the middle of his shaft. You start to pump your hand quickly, sucking harshly on the soft skin of his hole. The Angels eyes widen, breath catching his chest as his heart hammers, so close to cumming. The next soft lick of your tongue makes Aziraphale still, he throws his head back, his voice loud enough to reach the heavens as he wails, thighs clenching around your head. He’s cumming hard, limbs filling with molten lava as his cock throbs in your hand and he covers it with his sticky release.

“Angel! Oh for fucks sake, that’s not fucking fair,” Crowley gasps, unable to hold back his orgasm any longer. The demons eyes trained on the way Aziraphales face twists in pleasure, his cheeks flushed and his cum all over your hand. He fucks himself back on your cock, two, three more times before he’s sitting down fully, eyes squeezing shut as he rolls his hips. His dick kicks, cum spurting out all over your belly.

“That’s it Crowley, good job dear boy,” Aziraphale purrs, letting you slowly pump his shaft as he gets over sensitive. Feeling your tongue flick slowly over his hole, he groans in his throat. You let go of his cock, patting his thigh twice and the Angel slips off your face to lay on the bed beside you, trying to recover. The Angel must’ve miracled the mess away because you no longer find yourself covered in their releases.

You wipe your saliva covered mouth with the back of your hand, tilting your head up to look at Crowley, who’s still sitting fully in your lap. Hands still braced on either side of you. He’s breathing heavily, chest flushed. You hum happily, seeing both of your boys have been satisfied.

“Look at you Crowley, you were so good, making yourself cum on my cock,” you praise him. He laughs softly, but winces as he raises himself off of your cock, flopping down on your right side. You start to feel where the material of the straps has been digging into your skin and you undo them, pulling them out from under you and taking the strap on off. You sigh in relief and lean up to toss it off to the side, before laying flat.

“Feeling okay my loves?” you ask lovingly, resting a hand on each of their chests. Twin sounds of agreement reach you ears. You’re feeling very content with the evening. Of course, you had hoped one of them would have enough energy to slip inside of you afterwards and make you cum so hard you saw stars, but you knew it didn’t always happen when you wore them out. Really you don’t mind having to take care of yourself sometimes. You let them rest, listening to the sounds of their breathing and take your hand off of the Angels chest to trail it down your belly aiming to touch your clit.

It shocks you when a hand grips your wrist stopping you, it was Aziraphales. You turn to look at him, eyes slightly wide. He raises an eyebrow and smiles shyly.

“I don’t think so my love, let me return the favor,” he says sweetly, letting go of your wrist and sitting up to move around and get in between your thighs. You hear Crowley chuckle from your other side and you look at him as you feel Aziraphale scoot even closer, rubbing his once again hard cock through your slick folds. You shiver and let out a groan.

“We wouldn’t leave you unsatisfied love, especially not after taking care of us so well,” he purrs, smirking and propping himself up on an elbow to watch. You feel Aziraphale guide his cock into your aching pussy, stretching you deliciously as he bottoms out in one thrust. It sends warm waves of pleasure through all your limbs. This feeling is what you’ve been waiting for all night and your back arches into the movement. You wail, letting your eyes flutter shut. The pleasure is unbelievable after waiting for so long, tingles dancing up your spine and warmth pooling quickly in your belly.

You pull the Angel down swiftly and dig your nails into his back, wrapping your legs around his hips as he fucks into you fast and rough. He snakes his arms under your back and you let him pound you into the mattress. He makes you cum so hard your vision gets blurry. In the end he makes you cum at least three times. The other two finishing at least once more. Crowley jerking himself off from the side as he watches the Angel fuck you. The three of you end up in a pile under the covers on your shared bed, sleeping soundly. The next morning you wake up thinking that sly demon does have some truly great ideas.

#aziraphale #crowley #good omens #good omens smut #good omens fanfiction #good omens season 2 #good omens season 1 #crowley x aziraphale #aziraphale x reader #aziracrow #aziraphale x reader x crowley #david tennant #michael sheen #crowley x reader #crowley x aziraphale x reader #crowley smut #ineffable husbands

[blixssily]

"your heart was glass, i dropped it."

| you promised him that you'd be careful and that you wouldn't get hurt. ironically, you end up sacrificing yourself to protect him.

| jing yuan x reader

˓ ꒱ notes and disclaimers: reader is g/n, established relationship, reader doesn't die, might be ooc. let me know if i've missed anything!!

˓ ꒱ authors notes: this was a request from @waaav !! i'm extremely grateful to be able to write this. i hope you like it!

"pleaseeee let me come along with you! i can protect myself, you've seen it before!" you whined, pleading to your boyfriend on accompanying him to his new mission. "i know you can, but this mission is extremely dangerous. i don't want to see you get hurt." he gives you a slight frown. "jing, i will literally keep begging you until you say yes." you sighed as you lean on his desk. "pleaseeee?" you try your luck at using your puppy eyes on him, sometimes they work and sometimes they don't.

this time, they do. "fine fine fine, just please be careful. stop giving me those eyes" he chuckles a little, ruffling your hair a little.

dark clouds gathered at the scene, obstructing your view. "you think it might rain?" you ask, looking around you even though you knew you couldn't see even 5 meters ahead of you. fog was starting to pick up too, making it even harder to navigate around. "let's hope not. you can hold my hand if you get scared though." he teases as you let out a scoff.

you hope he doesn't notice but his light hearted behaviour made you feel calm, like no matter how bad things would get, everything would somehow work out.

he notices your trailing behind a little, he turns back and takes a hold of your hand. "come on, let's go." he flashes you a smile. "we should be near, keep on the look out." he says as his grip on his weapon tightens, ready for any sneak attacks. "got it, general." he rolls his eyes at this, slowly letting go of your wrist so you can draw out your own weapon.

the clouds seem to get darker..

it was cold. unbearably cold.

was it the rain rain?

it was raining.

harsh droplets of rain splashed against jing yuan’s frame, dripping onto the once warm clothes he chose in the morning.

his heart sinks even deeper with every shallow breath you take, at some point he thinks he’s hit rock bottom.

it sinks even deeper.

he’s a general, how could he have miscalculated the situation this badly? his arms around your frail body tightens. he shouldve known, he shouldve done something. he shouldve prevented this, shouldve protected you.

the raindrops feel like minuscule daggers, piercing his skin. guilt overwhelming all of his senses, unable to hear or see anything but you.

his hearing deafening on everything but your hushed breaths. vision blurring on even the ground beneath him, but not you.

not you.

he's only able to comprehend the way your crimson blood is staining his hands, his hands are shaking.

his mind is rushing, replaying the horrid memory in his mind. he prays the sickening melody of your cries could be erased from his and your memory. he can't even fathom how much pain you were in right now.

although he knew no god would listen, he prays, he begs, he pleads.

he could barely register the healers rushing to your side, soldiers surrounding the area, checking for any danger lurking nearby. he almost doesn't let the healers take you away, rushing urgently to get you to somewhere safer while trying to not lose anymore of your blood.

he prays once more, ‘please be okay.”

you’re resting in a hospital bed, plush white sheets covering the numerous wraps of bandages around your body. your lover, sat in a wooden chair beside your bed. silver hair spilled off of his shoulders, messier than ever. his eyes are dry, tear stains evident on his cheeks as he plays with his fingers, scratching and peeling at the skin due to anxiety.

the doctors had left him alone with you after checking your vitals, assuring him you’d make a slow but steady recovery. he sighs once more, thinking about how much he’ll miss your good morning kisses, nagging him that he’s going to be late if he intends on continuing to cuddle you.

he cant look you in the face, even when you’re unconscious. his mind flashing to the exact moment you shoved him out the way to protect him.

his knuckles turn white as he continues to clench his fists, vision blurring once more. the inability to see clearly almost becomes familiar now. he'd hold your hand, grazing over your delicate skin. he assures himself this simple gesture is because he wants to give you even the smallest amount of comfort if it meant you would come back to him quicker.

maybe it was to stop his own hand from shaking.

"jing yuan..?" you manage to mutter out. his head almost snaps at our fast he looks up at you, his eyes glossing over once again. his hands interlocking with yours. "you're back." he sighs, a relieved smile made its way to his lips. your eyes scanned his figure, god he looks horrible.

"how lo—"

"please don't ever leave me alone like that again." his voices cracks, cutting you off. "please, please promise me you'll never do something like that ever again." he pleads, holding your hand tightly as if he could lose you at any second. he feels your cold fingers slowly stroking his hand, trying your best to comfort the man in front of you. "how have you been?" you said, trying your luck at calming him down by thinking of something else. "horrible." he laughs, you're glad it made him smile a little. he releases your hands, leaning further on the hospital bed.

"its been really lonely without you. i've missed your constant nagging, i've missed your morning kisses, i've missed your smile." he manages, he voice starting to break as tears start welling up in his eyes. you sit up from the hospital bed, no matter how much it hurts you to, you try your best not to wince. jing yuan feels your cold hands around his neck, your neck nuzzling into his neck at the same time. "i've missed you too." you whisper, letting a tear slide down your pale cheek. his arms cautiously wrap around your frame, extremely careful not to hurt you. he rests his head completely against yours, he feels as though he can finally relax once more.

his hand catches the tears starting to fall on his face as he unwillingly pulled away. "the doctors said you have to stay here for a few weeks, or until the wound is finally healed up." you don't miss the pout that's made it's way to his lips. "i'll be fine, i promise." your hand caressed his cheek, causing the corners of his lips to turn into a smile. "thank you for protecting me back there, but please don't do that ever again. i mean it." he peers into your eyes, you think if he stares at you for long enough he could see into your soul.

"i love you, i couldn't bear seeing you leave me."

"i love you too jing. just keep a look out next time." you wink at him, reciting his previous words. keep a look out.

he scoffs, "yea yea. get some rest now." he places a kiss on your lips before sitting back down. "i'll be here when you wake up. i promise."

notes and reblogs are heavily appreciated !!

(sorry for this trash fic i suck at angst and i'm not too familiar with jing yuan ;( )

#honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #jing yuan x reader #hsr jing yuan x reader #jing yuan

[landofzero-archive]

Battle on the Sugoroku Board - God Won’t Roll The Dice 3

(Location: Cage)

(A few minutes before— The “Battle on the Sugoroku Board” set’s cage)

Rinne: —And that’s when I found out that Kohaku-chan’s scared of ghosts.

Oh! You won’t tell him, right? He seems to be pretty conscious of it♪

Madara: Oh. I’ve heard good things about that♪

I want to take Kohaku-san to a haunted house next time and see his reaction. I’m serious about it.

Rinne: No, completely ignore it.

Well, it’s not something to hide and I don’t care what you say.

More importantly, I’m curious about whether you guys’ll continue with Double Face. He’s got his schedule set aside for Crazy:B, doesn’t he?

Madara: Haha. What’re you talking about, Rinne-san? Isn’t that Kohaku’s main job?

I’m a two-timer with MaM too. It’s nice to be able to use it for convenience, like a relative’s house that you go to sometimes.

Rinne: I don’t mind either way. I’m sure Kohaku-chan wants to do it too.

Madara: More importantly, it looks like other idols are listening in, aren’t they?

I don’t know how it looks from the outside, but ES isn’t rock solid either. How about I talk to you like someone who knows inside info?

You’re good at getting the audience excited in your lives, right?

Rinne: Lives and chats are two different things. I’m not really a gossip, y’kno~w?

Madara: Despite what you’re saying, you look like you can’t help but want to chat♪

Rinne: Gyahaha, that’s true!

I’ve also been forced to suffer a lot. I feel sorry for all the cute kids that couldn’t fit into the industry!

If you have something to say, say it♪ We’re in a cage anyway, no one will hear you.

Idol: There’s nothing to talk about with a blessed ES idol……

Rinne: Oi oi. You’re too naive. It’s true that we’re in a pretty lofty position, but up until recently I was on the verge of being fired, y’know.

But lucky for me, I won the bet. I risked my life on a big gamble and just barely hit the mark.

If I say that, people might get angry because it means the future’s uncertain. “Don’t lecture me” and “You don’t have to tell me” and all that.

Rinne: But I can tell you this. The goddess of fate won’t smile on those who curse their own fate♪

I’m an idol, just like all of you. So don’t be so cold.

Let me hear your stories.

Idol: ………

…… The reason we appeared on “Battle on the Sugoroku Board” was because it’s what the agency wanted.

Since I’m in a small agency, I had no choice but to obey.

The program’s intentionally trying to make the ES idols lose.

It looks like they gave support items to some idols in advance, and it can turn any situation upside-down.

Rinne: Haah? Does that mean this program’s rigged?

Madara: An interesting story. In other words, you guys are assassins who showed up to outwit us.

However, you’re a pretty “cute” assassin. I guess you have no intention of taking my life.

What’s your purpose, then?

Even if you beat us, since it’s not a pure performance-based contest, there won’t be much benefit to it, right?

Rinne: No, I don’t know about that.

ES is a big deal to these guys.

They want to win, even if just once, and to get rid of their frustrations— those are also motivating factors.

Madara: So what’s really going on? The sooner you talk, the easier it’ll be.

The circumstances of adults aren’t that satisfactory anyways.

Idol: We don’t know why the agency came up with a plan like that……

All I heard from the agency was “We want you to appear on a NETV program in order to eliminate the disparities in the entertainment industry.”

I even wonder sometimes what the point of doing something like this is. But the director, who didn’t like the way ES was running things, was also on board with it……

Honestly, we didn’t expect ES idols to be so friendly.

Sorry for acting the way I did.

Madara: Hmm. So you guys are at the bottom and don’t understand what the agency or director are thinking.

Then, it seems we have no choice but to ask the production director.

Rinne: Wait. That kind of thing—

How about we flip that scenario on its head?

Madara: Yeah…… Personally, I’d like to understand the other party’s plans and destroy them. I honestly don’t care whether we win or lose the program.

…… But it’s annoying to fall into our opponent’s trap, isn’t it?

Alright. Well, I’ll be happy to help ya out♪

CosPro and NewDi are probably similar in that their leaders hate losing.

I think they’d hate it, but how about we form a united front?

I’m sure that’ll make the program more exciting♪

Rinne: Heeh, that’s fine. A united front♪

It’s hard to be trusted easily though. We’re a team with poisonous bees and poisonous snakes. You never know when we’re going to poison you, right?

Madara: Hahaha, I can’t speak for others, but I’m used to not being trusted.

Even as we proclaim our own justice, we transcend barriers and fight together for the same purpose— that’s also heroic, and I like it♪

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#ensemble stars #enstars #enstars translation #madara mikejima #rinne amagi #era: !! #type: event

[aeoki]

Sandstorm - Prologue

Location: Desert Characters: Hinata & Kaoru Season: Winter Writer: Akira

TL Note:

Paisen is “senpai” (senior/upperclassman) with “sen” and “pai” swapped. It’s seen as a slang/friendly way of using “senpai”.

Chuugoku can either refer to China or the “central region” of Japan, hence the confusion.

ㅤ< Middle of November. “SS” Qualifying Round, Chuugoku region – Tottori desert (tentative name). >

Hinata: I open my eyes in the morning and I’m greeted with the desert.

You’re kidding~ This can’t be possible~ Even someone like little o’ me would get their heart crushed at the sight of this.

No, no! I’ve gotta stay positive! Nothing’s gonna be solved if I stay all negative and gloomy!

You can do it, Hinata! You’ve got this, Hinata! You’ve always overcome any obstacle that’s come your way in the past!

Just team up with Yuuta-kun, combine your skills and–

Wait, Yuuta-kun isn’t hereeeeee! Great~! Dreams? Shattered! Hopes? Gone like the wind! This is the final resting place for “2wink” at “SS”!

Kaoru: Outta the way, outta the way~!

Hinata: Whahoo!?

Hey, that’s dangerous, Hakaze-paisen[*]! I can’t believe you’d come crashing into me on a surfboar–

Wait, it’s Hakaze-senpaaaai ☆

I like Hakaze-senpai! A lot!

Kaoru: Why’re you breaking up your sentences? The way you’re speaking and stuff is kinda weird. You okay? Let’s take some deep breaths, yeah?

Hinata: Well, anyone would act like this if they were suddenly thrown into the desert!

If anything, don’t you think I’m more on the calm side? Isn’t that amazing? Normally, other people would be way more confused, you know?

Kaoru: Huh? Uhh, you’re Hinata, right?

Hinata: Yup! That’s me! What do I like? Yuuta-kun! What do I hate? Spicy stuff! That’s our official setup!

Kaoru: Okay. Anyway, I’m guessing you haven’t gotten an explanation about what’s going on here?

Hinata: Huh? Is it weird that I haven’t…?

Kaoru: No, not really. Hinata-kun, you haven’t met anyone else, right?

Hinata: Yeah! You were the first person I came across after waking up! I think I’d fall in love with you if I was Sleeping Beauty!

Kaoru: But I didn’t even kiss you?

Hmm~ Okay, I think I get it.

I was also pretty shocked to find myself in the desert after waking up in the morning, but I came across some other idols before meeting you, Hinata-kun.

Hinata: Other idols? Wait, you mean the other idols who were sent out to the Chuugoku region too, right?

Kaoru: Yeah. I don’t particularly care but it’s hard to tell whether you’re in the Chuugoku country[*] or the region just by its name.

No wait, “SS” is a national event so it’s obvious it’ll be taking place in Japan, huh.

Well, putting that aside, as you probably know, there are a lot of powerhouse idols among the ones that have been sent to this region.

A lot of the local idols participated in last year’s “SS” and ES has sent some of their powerhouse idols too. Probably as competition.

Hinata: Yeah~...

“UNDEAD” is a powerhouse unit so you guys have a good chance at winning, though. I was crying about it with Yuuta-kun thinking how our luck hit rock bottom.

And here we thought we could produce some pretty good results in “SS” and surprise the public. We even went into the mountains to train~

Kaoru: Why the mountains? Wait, Adonis-kun and Souma-kun also tend to head into the mountains sometimes too, though.

Anyway, all the strong idols I’ve come across have been trying to pick a fight with me.

I thought I could laugh it off and change their mind about it, but they just wouldn’t listen.

Hinata: Really~? That’s rough. Sounds like a Pokemon battle took place?

Kaoru: A Pokemon battle didn’t happen but they kept pestering me.

Well, they wouldn’t listen to me but they gave me an explanation on some things, so I’ve got a pretty good gist of what’s currently happening.

So right now, that’s probably why I’m calmer than you, Hinata-kun.

Hinata: Ohh, a blessing in disguise!

Kaoru: Yeah. I think I’ve also gotten the short end of the stick, though~ Looks like good things come to you if you live life earnestly.

So…

Hinata: ? Hakaze-paisen, why’re you slowly inching closer towards me? You’ve got a scary expression on your face.

Kaoru: It really looks like I’ve lucked out today…♪

Hinata: Huh…? What…?

Kaoru: It means I can easily get “Desert Coins” from the kids who haven’t understood the rules yet…♪

Hinata: Whaaat!? What’s a “Desert Coin”?

Kaoru: Well, actually, that’s just what I call it. They’re coins you can get from the desert, so a “Desert Coin” ♪

Hinata: Yeah so why are we in the desert!?

Kaoru: Well, you should be able to find out on your own sooner or later.

Hinata: NOOOOOO! I thought I landed on a spot on the board where a kind senior explains things to me, but I’m just getting into a tough spot one after the other…!

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[lithuilgreenleaf]

Some people say Elvis was racist; this is false

Go to the bottom for summary (tl;dr)

I sometimes see some wrongly directed hate for Elvis and just want to try to clear it up. I’m a POC (half-black and half-Indian) and I’m not even a big fan of his, and I’m not saying he didn’t do some of whatever you accuse him of, but I don’t want people hating on others with misinformation.

Elvis was not racist. He never said anything racist, and he admired and respected black people.

The only two allegations on record that I can find against him of racism are these:

One magazine in 1957 started a rumor that Elvis Presley once said, “The only thing Ne**oes can do for me is buy my records and shine my shoes.” This claim was debunked and proven false when a black reporter, Louie Robinson, investigated. He interviewed Elvis, who declared, “I never said anything like that, and people who know me know that I wouldn't have said it.” Elvis had never even been to the place where the magazine claimed he said this quote. Robinson found no evidence that the remark had ever been made, and on the contrary elicited testimony from many individuals indicating that Presley was anything but racist, including black people who knew him since childhood and black artists who performed with him. After his investigation, Robinson concluded, "To Elvis people are people, regardless of race, color or creed." (link) (second link)

“Fight the Power” was a 1989 rap hit by Public Enemy, which had the lyrics, “Elvis was a hero to most / But he never meant shit to me / Straight-up racist that sucker was / Simple and plain / Motherfuck him and John Wayne” (John Wayne was actually racist). However, Chuck D, the singer and writer of the song, later clarified his lyric associating Elvis Presley with racism. In an interview with Newsday timed with the 25th anniversary of Presley's death, Chuck D acknowledged that Elvis was held in high esteem by black musicians, and that Elvis himself admired black musical performers. Chuck D stated that the target of his line about Elvis was the white culture which hailed Elvis as a "King" without acknowledging the black artists that came before him. (link)

One time, Quincy Jones claimed Elvis was racist, but he had never actually met Elvis. He said that a white performer named Tommy Dorsey told him Elvis was racist, after which Quincy Jones refused to work with Elvis. However, it is on record that Tommy Dorsey liked Elvis on a personal level. Quincy Jones also claimed that every time he saw Elvis, Elvis was being taught to sing by Otis Blackwell, a black composer. However, Otis Blackwell never met Elvis in his life (according to Otis himself). On top of this, Quincy Jones is known to have said some questionable things over the years. Also, Quincy Jones had state din 2002 that Elvis was one of the innovator’s of pop music.

Part of the reason Elvis is sometimes accused of racism is that much of his visual and musical performance came from African American sources. People say that he “stole” African American music, and then became known as the “King of Rock and Roll” despite the many African American performers that preceded him.

Elvis acknowledged his debt to African Americans throughout his career, such as when he stated, “A lot of people seem to think I started this business. But rock 'n' roll was here a long time before I came along. Nobody can sing that kind of music like colored people. Let's face it: I can't sing like Fats Domino can. I know that.”

Elvis never liked being called the “King of Rock and Roll”. It was a title forced on him by others. He believed the real “King of Rock and Roll” was Fats Domino.

The reason for his singing African American music was that he grew up in majority black community and he grew up listening to black music. He often broke segregation laws by attending black clubs (often with the help of musicians like Ike Turner) and watched black musicians perform. He loved attending all-night gospel singings at the Ellis Auditorium in Memphis. The performances he saw there are where he later took some of his dance moves and songs from.

Basically, the reason Elvis Presley sang songs by black people and performed in their style was because he liked and respected their music and style. It was his own music too, to him, because it was an integral part of his life.

Elvis always looked up to black musicians.

Once, he recalled how he would listen to Arthur “Big Boy” Crudup—the originator of "That's All Right"(which Elvis later did a cover of)—”bang his box the way I do now, and I said if I ever got to the place where I could feel all old Arthur felt, I'd be a music man like nobody ever saw.”

Once, surrounded by the Las Vegas press, Elvis was asked a question by a reporter who referred to him by his common moniker: “the king.” Rather than accept the title and all the praise that would come along with it, Elvis alerted the media of Fats Domino’s presence in the room. “No, that’s the real King of Rock ‘n’ Roll,” Elvis said.

Elvis also expressed much love for Sister Rosetta Tharpe.

One time, Elvis refused to perform a concert when the organizers refused to allow the Sweet Inspirations (Elvis’s black female backup group) to perform with him. Elvis only agreed to perform once the organizers said the Sweet Inspirations could perform with him.

Black musicians admired Elvis right back.

B.B. King ("The King of the Blues"), who maintained a friendship with Elvis throughout his life, said of him, “Let me tell you the definitive truth about Elvis Presley and racism. With Elvis, there was not a single drop of racism in that man. And when I say that, believe me I should know”. King wrote in Elvis’s defense, “Elvis didn’t steal any music from anyone. He just had his own interpretation of the music he’d grown up on, same is true for everyone. I think Elvis had integrity.” Presley also helped King land gigs, overcoming racism.

Little Richard was also friends with Elvis. Although eh pointed out that Presley’s whiteness helped his career, he did say, “I love him. That’s my buddy, my baby. Elvis is one of the greatest performers who ever lived in this world.”

"Elvis created a new style all his own, and gave an injection to black music like no other artist had ever done." - Rufus Thomas.

Sammy Davis Jr said of Elvis, “I have a respect for Elvis and my friendship. It ain't my business what he did in private. The only thing I want to know is, 'Was he my friend?', 'Did I enjoy him as a performer?', 'Did he give the world of entertainment something?' - and the answer is YES on all accounts. The other jazz just don't matter.” He also said, “Early on somebody told me that Elvis was black. And I said 'No, he's white but he's down-home'. And that is what it's all about. Not being black or white it's being 'down-home' and which part of down-home you come from.”

James Brown once wrote, “I wasn't just a fan, I was his brother. He said I was good and I said he was good; we never argued about that. Elvis was a hard worker, dedicated, and God loved him ... I love him and hope to see him in heaven. There'll never be another like that soul brother.”

Muhammad Ali admired Elvis. “When I was 15 years old and saw Elvis on TV, I wanted to be Elvis,” said Ali. “Other kids in the neighborhood were listening to Ray Charles and James Brown, but I listened to Elvis. I admired him so much and I decided that if I was going to be famous, I’d do it just like him. He’s one of the reasons I wanted to entertain people and be loved by the people and make the girls admire me so much.” He later developed a friendship with Elvis.

There is evidence Elvis donated money to civil rights organizations. (link) (and charitable organizations)

tl;dr Elvis wasn’t racist, and he had no intention fo stealing music. He thought he was just another singer of those genres of music which he admired. He didn’t even think he was that good. He believed there were many black singers much better than him. He credited black people as the sources of the music he performed, and never thought he was king of anything. He loved, respected, and was inspired by black performers, and many of them loved him back.

The fact that interpreting black people’s music made Elvis more rich and famous than black performers was mostly the fault of the racist white public. He appreciated black music and black performers, who were role models to him, while the white public refused to listen to black people’s music unless it was performed by a white person. He did try to use his success to help black performers break racial barriers though, and his success did open the door for black performers to gain access to the mainstream public.

tl;dr again: Elvis had a sincere affection for gospel, soul, and R&B, and a willingness to acknowledge his debt to the African-American musicians who had influenced him.

Elvis had problems, but being racist wasn’t one of them.

If you hate him for other reasons, that’s fine.

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[a-crash-in-time-collection]

Chapter 47: Watching Fire

Platinum was usually 'casual' about a lot of things if that was the proper word. He was alive, but he was still AI at the end of the day. It was easier for him to not focus on every detail of things and let them pass by, making it easier to focus on his main goal. And focus on just being himself… But for some reason, the fire spirits refused to leave his metal mind. Every time it seemed they would begin to fade from his thoughts, they'd reappear again with the screams of the moon echoing in his head.

It was a… bad sight, seeing what happened to the first Moonjumper. His system didn't even fully process it until much later. That's why he was able to focus on the actual words in the book and not the vision they caused. It was only until that night when it hit him that he saw death. Not just the death of one's body, but what seemed to be the death of one's soul. Hat Girl had told him about Autiomaa, and the knowledge of the other Moonjumper pieces. The only way they could exist was the shattering of a soul…

And all this thanks to the fire spirits. He thought about the first time he saw them. How innocent they seemed. They were dancing in place around the campfire until Hat Girl helped them burn out. It felt so… wrong looking back. Knowing those things, or at least their species was responsible for the death of what seemed to be a god. They were created for that sole purpose. Do they carve death now because that's all they knew about? It frightened him a bit. It also just made no sense and a lot of sense at the same time.

He didn't want to worry his sister or his fathers about his feelings. He didn't know how Pops would react if he learned what Snatcher allowed them to see. He ended up going to Van to speak with them. Not directly about it, no. He didn't want that burden on them. Just to talk about the concepts. About purpose, about dark magic. He disguised it by talking about them as tropes in stories. Van seemed to light up when spoken to about these things, even if it was subtle to most.

Platinum was back in Subcon. Just enjoying the quiet forest with some other members, as some tension had started to arise back at the orbital station. He didn't blame anyone involved. It was a miracle things went as smoothly for as long as it did. But people got a bit antsy, wanting to get home but the process was slow. They weren't making a mess, but it was causing some noise… At least Platinum could rest on a rock while listening to the others speak. And maybe try to clear his head from-

There was a sudden shout that made him sit up, scanning around. "Ow!" Hat Girl's voice came from nearby, as the robot and others around tried to locate her. It was like she just vanished from view. Platinum eventually noticed some bushes nearby, and how parts of them almost seemed bent. He walked over and found a large hole behind them, Hat Girl at the bottom. "I should have paid better attention." She said as she rubbed her back, a whine in her voice. "At least my umbrella slowed my fall."

"Is this one of the bush cats? It looks really deep." Van said as they bent down near Platinum to get a closer look. It had to be a good 10 or so feet deep at least. They looked over as Right came over. "Can you get her back up?"

"Would if I could." Right, let out an annoyed sigh as he shook his head. "You know ‘ow sometimes systems will start just, breakin’ and glitchin’ for no reason at all? Started ‘appenin’ to mine a few days ago. Reg started work on fixin’ it but between t’at and everything else, ‘e ‘as a lot on ‘is plate. So ‘e ‘as most of my 'extra features' turned off so I can still live until ‘e can fix ‘em properly. Which includes my flight." He mumbled as he glanced down. "Ya chose t’e wrong day for t’is, ‘attie."

"I can wait here for a bit, see if Snatcher's woken up from his nap yet. He can help me out!" She called, and Right let out a small sigh before nodding, he didn't see any other choice. It would take forever just to get a rope from the orbital station after all with the distance. So he left to see if the ghost had awoken yet, and Platinum glanced down the hole again. "Hey, the sky looks pretty from here." Hat Girl called up. "I think I can still see a bit of the fire tower from here."

"Fire tower…" Platinum glanced over at it. "Yea. It's still so… interesting. About that magic."

"Is it bad I kinda been wanting to watch the fire spirits a bit?" Hat Girl suddenly asked. "See if there's still anything up with them, considering… you know." She asked as she sat down, Platinum shaking his head. Van looked at them both confused, and an idea slowly started forming in Platinum's mind. He stood up and tried to see if there were signs of fire spirits around. "It's a shame, we could go looking for them now but I’m stuck in here." She chuckled a bit, shaking her head.

"Me and Van can go watch, and let you know if we see anything off," Platinum called down, to which Van glanced at him, a worried look on their face. They didn't understand what they were talking about, or why there seemed to be this faint, worried tone in their voices whenever the fire spirits showed up. Platinum looked over at them and offered a small smile. "It'll be alright, Van. Besides, you haven't gotten to see too much of this world's supernatural side. Wouldn't that be cool to see?"

"Won't we get in trouble?" Van asked, glancing at where Right went. "Your father wouldn't want us leaving Hat Girl alone, defenseless."

"Defenseless?" Hat Girl said, a laugh in her voice as she got her witch hat out of her bag and placed it on her head, making one of the potions appear in her hands. Van facepalmed, having forgotten about that as Platinum chuckled. He was a little worried about leaving her there, but he could tell she would be fine as she glanced at him. She wanted them to go. "Just make sure to note down what you're seeing. Platinum is the type just to make a lot of things up."

"Hey!" Platinum said, letting out a huff as he crossed his arms… She was right, though. Platinum looked at Van, who seemed to sit there thinking for a moment. Eventually, they sighed and got up, turning to look at the robot with a smile. "Does this mean you want to?" He asked, to which the human nodded, and Platinum threw one hand into the air while taking Van's with his other. "We'll be back soon Hattie! If Pops comes back, tell him a bat stole Van's hat!" He said as he raced off.

"You know he's not gonna believe that!" Hat Girl called from the hole, Platinum rolling his eyes as he raced further into the woods with Van. He paused when he noticed his grip had gotten tighter on Van's hand.

"I-It's ok! I know you were excited." Van said once Platinum let go of their hand, rubbing it. It had a faint red marking on it that was already starting to fade. Platinum didn't know what came over him there. He didn't do that when running with Hattie. It was like he didn't want to let go… He found himself blushing, quickly turning away from Van so he could think for a moment. "Platinum?" Van spoke, a bit concerned. "It's ok. I’ve gotten myself hurt worse before. We can keep going now."

"Yea… Maybe you go ahead. Just stop if you see anything that looks like fire." Platinum said as he gestured for Van to go in front of him. He offered them a smile as they went in front, before following. At least this way he could act if something tried to sneak up from them from behind. Could take the hit so Van didn't get hurt. Or lose their hat for real. "Still, I'm sorry." He spoke up. "I'll be more careful, I promise… Well, as much as I realistically can."

"I know," Van said a chuckle in their voice.

Platinum found himself smiling when he heard that chuckle. It was quiet, a little shy, like Van. But it just had its own life to it as well…

It took quite a bit to even find a clue to where Fire Spirits might be. There weren't any fires, nor any barriers caused by their magic. It was almost a little strange how little there were. Platinum remembered the amount that was there when the Moonjumper died. It seemed like hundreds, even if he could only see a few dozen. The forest was big, sure, but Hat Girl would talk about how she used to run into fire spirits all the time back when she was first on this planet. Maybe she could have been exaggerating, but still…

If he got nothing out of this in terms of firespirit info, at least he got to talk with Van. Sure, he started talking with them more lately, but there was something about being out of the orbital station that just made it seem… easier. It at least felt different. Like he could say more, and not have to worry about putting on the same act if someone suddenly came in. He never knew why he was so worried about that. He was allowed to have a friendly conversation with Van… It's just..maybe he wanted it to be more than friendly. Maybe he wanted them to be more than…

"Is that a campfire?" Van asked, getting Platinum's attention before he got lost in his thoughts. Platinum glanced ahead, and sure enough, there was a firepit. Burnt out, seemed to have long since cooled from its use. Those Fire Spirits must have already died. He let out a small sigh as he bent over to investigate closer once they had walked up to it. No hints of anything unusual. "Why are you so focused on learning about these things, Platinum? I noticed how you and Hat Girl talked about them."

"I don't know if she would want me to go into all the details with you… It involved the first Moonjumper. And that's all I can say." He wanted to tell Van more. Van deserved to know. He didn't want Van to worry, but would telling them to make them worry? He didn't know. Van gave a small nod, as they bent down and started writing in a notebook they had, before pausing. "Is it just me, or do you hear something?" They whispered, and Platinum listened. The faint sounds of embers in the air. Coming from the hillside nearby.

"Stay behind me… you know, just in case." Platinum said as he began to walk up to the edge to look down, pausing when he looked past the bushes. He saw a bunch of stone that looked like it had been carved poorly to serve as houses. Plenty of wood and those strange paintings were dotted about. He saw some fire spirits leaving the area, heading further into the forest. It was like he blinked and they were gone. "Is this where they live? You think they wouldn't bother if they wanted to die so badly."

"Platinum, I know that's their thing, but please don't say that," Van spoke with a slight shiver in their voice.

Platinum gave a small nod before he carefully stepped down the hill. It was a bit steep. Normally he wouldn't put this much care into each step he took. But he didn’t want to risk his actions making him trip and take Van down with him. He let out a sigh as he got down to the ground, and began to glance around the houses. There didn't seem to be any fire spirits there right now… Good. He didn't know what would happen if they would want to fight.

"Woah… It looks a little cool, in its way. I wonder if Snatcher knows about this place." Van spoke as they sat on a rock in the middle of the area, taking a look around. They got out the notebook and began to draw rough sketches of the area. They weren't an artist, or at least that's what they claimed, but they should at least get some visuals. Platinum pulled his phone out of his pocket and started snapping pictures. "Oh, right," Van said as they glanced at him. "Well, what should we do now then?"

"I don't know. Look to see if they left any… clues about themselves, I guess? Didn't fully think this through." Platinum said as he began to peek into some of the houses. There was nothing inside any of them, not even anything to use as beds. Until he came to a larger one near the middle and had the pause. He gestured for Van to come closer, as he looked at the words that were painted on the far wall. 'From our embers, he will rise'. "I hope I'm not crazy seeing this."

"Is this a church or something?" Van asked as they stepped in, examining the general appearance of the place. That was the word. Platinum knew what they were, he had just never been to one before for clear reasons. He looked at the message again and thought about Moonjumper’s death. They did raise him, before taking away his life. Was this where Ezra hid them all? "It seems they might have formed their religion of sorts. Or just, do this for fun? It could also be a community center for all we know."

"Yeah, let's hope it's just that," Platinum said. He found himself thinking about their purpose. A purpose they fulfilled. Even if Ezra had more plans for them, he was executed before he had the chance to give them new orders. Had they just been searching for a purpose? Take what they were made to do and try to apply it. Were the fire spirits they saw the same ones who were there when Moonjumper died? He rested his head in his hands. "Why am I feeling so worried? They're just weird-shaped lava lamps!"

"I mean, you are metal and they're fire," Van suggested, making Platinum chuckle a bit. He needed that. Van put a smile on their face, but something was wrong. They didn't want to ask what, but something was clearly up with Platinum, worrying him. It made them worried. Platinum walked back into the open and scanned around, and Van did the same. They would have spotted one of their fiery creatures if they were around. "I don't think any are gonna be here for a while. We should head back now."

"Maybe we should, Pops probably got Snatcher by now anyway," Platinum said, beginning to walk back the way they came before, but paused. All the info they grabbed was there was a small village. And sure, that was a nice bit of info to know. But what if Hat Girl needs more info, like how she needed to know about the stone tablet? What if she was just doing a really good job of hiding it this time? "Maybe they'll come back soon… we should wait for them."

"Like a stakeout?" Van asked, getting a nod from the topbot. They reached for their hair and ran their finger along it as they glanced to the side. "I-I don't know Platinum. I understand we've done risky stuff before, but this? You're worried they might be violent, wouldn't it be the smarter choice to leave?" Platinum glanced to the side a bit. But he still had a determined look in his eyes. They let out a sigh. "Ok, ok. We'll do it. Just, promise me we'll be careful."

"I'll be careful, I promise," Platinum said as he reached for their hand. He didn't even realize it until they held it. He glanced at his hand in a bit of surprise, before trying to play it cool as he led Van back up the hill. They could hide in the bushes there.

"Alright," Van said as they leaned close. "I trust you." They sighed as Platinum began to blush a bit as he looked to the side. He found himself enjoying this, somehow. It was a small part of him, but he was enjoying the time together. He shouldn't be, he should be focused on more important things. Yet here he was. Allowing himself to enjoy the small moment he got, where he didn't have to worry about anyone learning. "Are you sure you're ok? Your eyes seemed to dim a bit there, Platinum."

"They do that sometimes, lighting and all that." Platinum smiled, before clearing a spot on the ground for them both to sit. He just wanted this. To enjoy his time with Van without worry. He didn't think Pops truly understood. It felt like more than a simple crush, he just didn't want to get Van in trouble like the kids who flirted with Hattie had in the past.

Why did he have to be so overprotective anyway? He of all people should know how relationships worked! It almost seemed like he was scared at times… Platinum shook his head, as he peered from the bushes. Don't worry about his issues, focus on the task at hand.

Platinum didn't know how long they were sitting there. An hour, maybe two? Just waiting for the Fire Spirits to come back and see if they could learn anything from them. Nothing so far. Platinum was a little frustrated, but he was sure they'd come eventually. He and Van started talking, using the Notebook they had instead of their voices. What they thought about the fire spirits. How things had been. There eventually fates in the clan. What may lay ahead for each of them? And other things.

It was nice to speak about. Van seemed a little unsure of where exactly they would end up. They had only been in the clan a few months before all this went down, so Platinum couldn't blame them. Platinum's fate was already sealed, the Right Hand to his sister when their fathers eventually stepped down from their positions. He thought for the longest time he would enjoy that. He still did, in a way. But for some reason looking ahead felt… empty in a way he couldn't quite describe.. His thoughts were interrupted by a small crash from down the hill.

"They just dropped some wood for a fire… There's a bit more than what we saw earlier." Van whispered as they glanced down the hill, taking the notebook and beginning to jot down notes about the fire spirits. How they acted. How they were speaking. Or at least that's what Platinum assumed, he couldn't see what they were writing. He took a step forward to try and get a better look. "There doesn't look like they have too much… Are there numbers not too big? That's the only reason they would need so little."

"Well, they seem to love painting frames the most. Maybe they couldn't find any so they settled for some wood?" He asked, glancing at Van slightly. Van gave a small shrug, slowly backing up as if worried they would be spotted. Platinum glanced down, watching the creatures as they spoke and practiced their dances. He felt… worried. A strange feeling in his chest began to appear. "Why am I?" He stood up to try and study himself, to balance out the feeling. But his foot slipped. "Shoot-" He got out, before he slipped down the hill, Van failing to get his hand.

When he crashed to the ground level of the village, he let out a groan. He wasn't in any major pain, but still… "Oh, what were you doing here?" One of the fire spirits called, making Platinum sit up straight and back up a bit. They all just looked at him confused… they didn't seem to mean any harm. They seemed a bit brighter than before, but maybe that was because he was closer. "You don't look like the normal ghost of the forest." One spoke as he got up. "Where have you come from."

"I'm a robot from another planet if you must know." He said, dusting himself off. He felt a little… odd as he spoke. He couldn't place why exactly. It just sounded a bit different than how he usually spoke. He glanced up at Van, who was heading down the hill slowly. He held his hand up to stop them, offering them a smile before he turned back to the confused creatures. "Me and my friend just happened to be passing by, when I slipped on a rock and stumbled down here. I'm clumsy."

"You seem to be." Another spoke. They seemed to pause and seemed to squint at him. "You seem to be more than metal too."

"Back away." The first one said, Platinum raising his hands in the air in confusion. "You are not of the Horizon's line. You are not who we are made to hurt." Platinum froze at the phrasing. Did they have no control? Was he so quick to judge them for something? And, why did they suddenly seem so worried? There weren't any ghosts around that could be hurt. "We're not warning you because we care. We're telling you because we need the energy, without making more. We're so close."

"Close to what-" Platinum started, but was cut off by a sudden warmth. He didn't even notice the trail of smoke that had come from one of them until now. He tried to step back, but he only got a few steps before it felt like he was tied to a rope. The smoke wasn't attacking his body, it was attacking something inside of him. It felt like it was attacking his heart. "Stop it, get awa- gah!" He said as he fell to his knees as the pain increased, his heart beating rapidly.

He suddenly saw a small log being tossed in front of him, going through the chain of smoke. Not completely breaking it, but allowing Van to come up and grab his hand to help him back away. "If you feel bad for him, leave! N-Now!" Van shouted, a few tears going down their face. Platinum glanced at them in faint surprise, his heart being slowed… Wait. He didn't have a heart. Then why did he.. "We'll leave, but you have to let him go! He did nothing to you!" Van shouted, a small sutter of worry.

"It's not our fault. We warned him." A creature that was in the back said, before grabbing the Fire Spirit the smoke was coming from and pulling them back to help try and break the smoky chain. "We just want to burn bright and burn out. We do not have time to keep him waiting." They said although the smoke seemed to grow darker at the words. Van let out a gulp as they saw that, but they pulled back and the smoke backed away from Platinum for just a moment. "Now run." Like it needed to be said before Van began to pull Platinum up the hill.

"D-Don't follow!" Van called behind them, before getting back to the top, helping Platinum sit down to rest. Nothing was wrong, not even physically. But there was just this… burn that felt like he needed to recover from. He didn't understand why that happened. Van was perfectly fine, Hat Girl had been in the past two. From what he understood, their powers only went after ghosts, or anything supernatural. "A-Are you ok?" Van asked as they bent down in front of Platinum, who nodded.

"Yea.. I think. I just.." He shook his head. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have fallen. I just wanted to get a better look." He glanced down at his hands, opening and closing them. For some reason, the movement felt stiffer than a moment ago. It still moved the same, at the same speed, but it felt different to his processor, or whatever counted for his brain. "They seemed like they didn't have a choice as their bodies acted on their own… It didn't even seem all that strong."

"I noticed that too." Van sighed, glancing at their notebook. "But if they didn't want to do it, why not leave?"

"Maybe they trusted me of all people to listen to what they said?" Platinum suggested. "Still would have been nice to know why." He glanced down at himself, making a fist. He just wanted to find out more about these things, and now he had to hide how he almost got… He didn't know. Maybe he was just getting overheated. Maybe his system would have crashed. Maybe he would have… "We should get back. We don't tell Hattie about this, understand?" He shook his head. "Sorry, I don't mean to sound rude."

"No, it's ok, I get it," Van said, placing their notebook back in their bag before helping Platinum up again. He felt fine like he could move. But he felt more sure with Van's hand on his shoulder. He couldn't feel the hand itself. But just knowing their presence was there made him feel a bit better. They began to walk forward a bit, Van glancing back at where they came from. "Did you catch what they said about a 'him'? Or was that just me?" They got a nod. "First or Second Platinum." Platinum held up a finger. "Do they think Moonjumper is still around?"

"If they do, they have issues," Platinum mumbled as he glanced ahead of him. Did the forest feel this big earlier? He knew it was big, sure, but it hadn't truly felt that way until now. He made his battery level appear in the corner of his vision. He still had over 70 percent of his power. So why was he getting the feeling of being tired? And why did it feel like it was all coming from that one spot… "If Pops asks about me acting off, tell him I feel a good amount. That's it."

"You should be honest with your parents if this turns out to be serious, Platy," Van said, before blushing and turning away. Platinum glanced at them slightly. Had they called Platinum that before? He couldn't remember. He just remembered that he needed to get back to the others. To pretend nothing happened. He was sure his systems would make him forget in a day or two anyway. "So… Have you picked up a good book series yet?"

Right really wanted to fire a laser at Snatcher. The ghost had enough of a headache that he put some barrier around his house so he could sleep in peace without anyone bugging him. Right got that to an extent, trying to sleep with a headache was a pain on its own. But it felt like he did it just to mess with the group, it just didn’t seem like Snatcher would normally bother doing this. It was like he knew they would need his help and he wanted to mess with them as much as possible.

It took way too long for the ghost to finally wake up and go help Hat Girl out of the hole. Right honestly couldn't even be that mad when he saw Platinum and Van hadn't been there. Hat Girl said they only left to walk around about ten minutes ago, but Right knew his son better. He already dragged Van away from everyone once before and thought he wouldn't learn about it. But he knew how teens were, and how asking them to stay in one place was just a gamble. He was one once before, after all.

"It's just a bit annoying, you know?" He heard Van's voice say as Hat Girl dusted herself off, turning to see the two. He paused for a moment when he saw how close they were, how Platinum leaned against Van.. until it seemed more like he was hurt by something. It was subtle, but Right caught the movements. His legs almost seemed to have a limp with each step. "I spent a good month at least prepping, and then when the time came I got- Oh, you guys are back," Van said when they spotted the group.

"I think something happened with your son Right, he looks more humanist than normal," Snatcher said, letting out a small yawn as the cyborg rolled his eyes. Platinum sent up a small glare, and Right came over to look at him. He couldn't see any physical damage, no sparks or glitches in his eyes to imply anything broken… Snatcher leaned in beside him, and Right pushed him away. "What, I was just looking. I thought I saw something for a moment. But I guess I'm crazy then." The Ghost said, rolling his eyes as Platinum glanced to the side.

Hat Girl walked up to Platinum, giving a worried look. "Did you go near the fire spirits?" She asked, and Platinum gave a small nod.

Snatcher rose a brow at that statement and leaned back a bit. "You should be careful. I was able to find some old records from King Victor's era of Subcon rule. How they did tests on the few they could get their hands on." The group looked over at him, Right giving a suspicious look to the ghost. Snatcher paused at that and then turned to the siblings. "Did you not tell anyone about Moonjumper's death because of those things?"

"Wait, w'ot-" Right asked, his eyes going wide for a moment before he turned to Platinum, concern in his eyes but an angry expression on his face. "W'y did ya to go near t'ose, w'otever t'ey are if t'ey were able to do that?!"

Van raised their hands quickly, letting out a gulp before getting their words out. "I-I didn't know either, Right Hand Man," Van said, looking at Platinum with confusion, with a hint of what seemed to be a betrayal. Platinum didn't do anything but blink, but inside it felt like his system broke. "W-Why didn't you tell me about it."

"They hadn't hurt anyone else. According to the story we saw… lived through? It's a magic book situation, complicated. I-I thought it would be safe just to… check real quick." Platinum lowered his head with a sigh, as he turned to his father. "I'm sorry, Pops. You're right, I shouldn't have gotten near. I was even being cautious about it, but that wasn't enough."

"Don't blame him." Hat Girl said, grabbing her father's shoulder. "I told them if they pass fire spirits to watch them, see if they did anything. It's my fault."

Right let out an annoyed sigh as he placed his hand on his brow, picnicking at the little skin there was between his eyes. There was more he wanted to say, but he just didn't have the mental energy right now. "We're goin' to ‘ave a talk about t’is once we get back. Would do more but, I t'ink ya already learned your lesson the 'ard way." He said, eyeing Platinum again.

Snatcher let out a small cough from above, making the group turn over to him. "As I was saying before you took the conversion of track. They found that the Fire Spirits aren't actively hospitalized. Moreover, they're quite friendly with living folk, and wouldn't even hurt a fly. They tested."

That earned a small chuckle from Platinum before Right snapped his fingers and had him stop.

"What about the Bushcats?" Hat Girl questioned as she adjusted her hat. "Weren't the fire spirits responsible for their near extinction?"

"According to the records, that was unintentional on their side. It was just easy for the Bushcats to catch on fire whenever they passed, and there was no way to capture all of the spirits." Snatcher paused as one dashed through the area chasing a bat. "Although if you ask me, I wouldn't be surprised if their creator designed them to do that. Want to kill a deity? Why not make yourself more the Villain killing the best animals in Subcon while you're at it."

"No one was askin- just get on wit' t'e point. We don't 'ave energy." Right demanded.

Snatcher rolled his eyes. "It seems as a side effect of being made to kill the Moonjumper, their magic will auto-target anything supernatural. They tested by getting ahold of some Twilight Bell magic. The Fire Spirits switch-in personally seems to be a design to keep them from feeling guilty about it. Although notably, it was much weaker than what Victor witnessed, even when they managed to get a group to test."

"I mean, did you see how many fire spirits there were?" Hat Girl asked, Platinum giving a nod. It was a good thing most seemed to be gone by now.

"So, is that it?" Van asked, a little worried. "They leave the living alone and only hurt the supernatural if they get too close?" In response to this, Snatcher let out a laugh. A laugh of frustration. "That's what you said, right?"

"IF ONLY THEY FOLLOWED THEIR OWN RULES!" Snatcher shouted, the group having to cover their ears at the sudden shout. "Did Macbeth tell you about Ivy? She got hurt by them, and she's alive! Arguably it seemed she had been burnt almost as badly as Moonjumper was, minus the death. And then clearly Platinum got attacked. So either he's a ghost possessing a metal body and even he doesn't know, or AIs are supernatural."

"You..did start acting weird once you got close to them," Van stated. "I could have sworn your accent was just a bit more British than normal."

"Dad recorded my original lines, of course, I'm going to sound British now and again," Platinum stated defensively. But deep down, he knew they had a point. He shook his head and looked at Snatcher. "The only memory I have before 'Platinum' was Unit-78. That's it, no hint of a past life to speak of since I didn't exist."

"I said 'Or AIs are supernatural'," Snatcher said, groaning as he grabbed his face. "I'm getting another headache. Just, head back to your station, I'm not helping you if you get stuck somewhere again." He said, rolling his eyes before leaving with a huff.

Right gave a small huff, before just sighing. "Let's go. Platinum, by me in case ya fall."

Platinum looked to Van, before sighing and getting beside his father. Hat Girl went beside Van, and the group began to leave. Van did pull out their notebook to show Hat Girl the sketches and info they had, but she gently pushed it away. She didn't want to see it…

She eventually spoke aloud to try and change the mood in the air. "Why didn't Dad just give Platinum his accent anyway, would have saved the trouble."

"Could you imagine?" Platinum chuckled, even hearing a small one from Right as the topbot shook his head. "We..really just need to find something safer to do until… ya know."

Van gave a hum. "I think Blake will be done with the next update for their mod soon…"

"Don't invite the ghost." Right turned to Hat Girl before she could reply. She just smiled and he let out an annoyed sigh. "T'oug't we agreed to try not to worry about any drama.."

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My winning band recommendations from my 72 hour power metal fixation adventure

Plus other opinions I don’t have near the knowledge to have, various other thoughts and a link to Spicy Metal Takes: the google sheet; or, Girl who has only ever listened to Trans-Siberian Orchestra listens to other metal for the first time: Getting a lot of "Trans-Siberian Orchestra" vibes from this

I've never really listened to metal before. But Kenny got me listening to Versailles, and suddenly I'm considering for the first time in my life that I might like metal, or at least some metal. Then a couple days ago I got introduced to Gloryhammer (by a random suggested reddit post I think?), and then Alestorm. Very amused by the existence of incredibly seriously presented dwarf legend and pirate music, I combed threads of related bands, and someone recommended Rhapsody of Fire.

Here's the other thing you need to know about me: I love Trans-Siberian orchestra. Like, really love. I listen to TSO on repeat from September to January of every year. Few things on earth inspire the joy in me that Wizards in Winter does. So when I hit play on that first Rhapsody of Fire album and got hit with...well, Rhapsody of Fire, my whole world shifted on its axis. You're telling me this whole time there's been more Trans-Siberian Orchestra out there, without the Christmas, and I just didn't know about it because I don't listen to metal?

(this is why I am forever seeking out new music - statistically, the thing you are going to love most in the world is something you've never heard of yet)

Completionism, autism, and an academic fascination with music in general, and hungry for more of this magic, and the next thing I know I'm on Encyclopedia Metallum, Reddit, and Apple Music, scrolling related artist lists and suggestion threads collecting the very best of power metal. It ended up being so many bands I had to make a spreadsheet.

I've spent the last couple of days working my way through the spreadsheet and taste-testing all of the recommended bands. I figure out that the term for what I enjoy is Symphonic Power Metal, so that was my focus. My criteria was fairly simple: do I enjoy listening to this, would I listen to it on purpose, and does it make me start stimming happily the way TSO does.

So here's my fixation-fueled list of recommendations. I'll include a link to my actual google sheet at the bottom so you can all read my spicy metal takes and maybe laugh at me if you like metal and think my taste sucks (which it probably does, and I absolutely do not care if you think so).

RHAPSODY OF FIRE - If you like books with maps in them, can I interest you in a band who put maps in their CD BOOKLETS?

And their approximately 27 related, spinoff, and reboot bands. If you want to get into Rhapsody, check out this illustrated guide to the ROFECU (Rhapsody of Fire Extended Cinematic Universe) that a kind soul made on Reddit here. There is a huge controversy and drama among fans of the band about which is the "real" Rhapsody but I absolutely could not care less. They're all good, don't worry about it.

A film score orchestra handed several electric guitars. TSO on steroids. I don't even know how to do ROF justice in description alone.

Compositionally stunning, complex, gorgeous, orchestral and symphonic masterpieces overlaid with power metal, prog rock, and sometimes medieval music.

Here's the icing on the cake: ROF live for the concept album, and their dozen-plus album discography comprises at the moment 2 complete (and a 3rd still being actively recorded) Lord-Of-The-Rings level fantasy sagas told over 3-5 albums each, complete with MAPS IN THE CD CASES. These guys are NOT FUCKING AROUND. There are multiple long reddit threads and google docs detailing the plot outlines and timelines of each saga, including this 201 page behemoth. I've only scratched the surface here and I genuinely can't remember the last time I was so excited to have so much of something still ahead of me.

TWILIGHT FORCE - Can I copy your homework?

We're not Rhapsody of Fire, we promise! (and I mean this as a compliment.)

Twilight Force is a newer band, and therefore have a bit of a newer sound, but it's the closest thing to ROF out there - probably not by accident, since one of the band members was in one of the ROF spinoff bands. I haven't dug into their lore yet, but the music is spectacular, epic and sweeping and gorgeously composed.

VERSAILLES - Immortal vampire neoclassical VKei with a twist of Gender

If you haven’t ever heard of Versallies…now you have.

A really incredible, absolutely delightful visual kei band with a commitment to their very self-aware bit that takes them to the next level, Versallies make incredible, headbanging, neoclassical metal. Lead vocalist Kamijo has one of the most incredible voices you’ll ever hear, and the whole thing is enhanced greatly by their visuals - sumptuous costumes, full on anime hair, an a general Victorian-meets-rococo aesthetic that takes gender performance to a space of high art. There’s lore for the band too, but I don’t speak Japanese at all, so I haven’t gotten to all of it yet.

MALICE MIZER - high art VKei pioneers

90s Visual Kei band Malice Mizer are the foundational text of much which came after. You can really feel the effect of Dead or Alive’s Pete Burns here (who, legendarily, had an influence on the emergence of VKei due to his popularity in Japan) and everything happening is just beautiful. The least “metal” of everything on this list, Malice Mizer have more of a metal-flavored new wave sound. I highly recommend checking out these guys’ filmed concerts - the visual is half of the fun with VKei, and the number & broadness of the influences here is incredible - you can feel the push and pull of classical music, new wave, prog rock, metal, rococo aesthetics, goth, mime - it goes on and on. I haven’t gotten to spend as much time with this band as I want, and I feel like there’s more to understand, appreciate, and analyze than I’ll ever have enough hours for.

ALESTORM - Pirates. Yaar.

What do I even say about the kitsch pirate band other than that they’re a pirate band. And they’re…really, really good. Sea Shanties in metal form, metal music full of accordions, aggressively Scottish, and delightfully committed to theme. It's hard not to smile listening to this.

AVANTASIA - Opera Time

More rock operas than albums.

The other close-to-a-TSO clone on this list, Avantasia make symphonic rock operas. Another band I need more time with, there's some REALLY good stuff here if you like rock operas (which, clearly, I very much do).

KAMELOT - Pure Power Metal

Slightly less symphonic than the other choices (though there's still some violins in here), Kamelot is a more metallic and classic rock/epic rock sound with some killer vocals. There's something a little dated about their sound, but I mean that as a compliment.

POWERWOLF - Dad music

There's something delightfully 80s about this sound. Feels lifted directly from classic rock. This is your dad's music, and I mean that as a compliment.

STRATOVARIUS - Barely not Journey.

These guys go back and forth between being metal and sounding like Journey, but it's good. I approve.

AYREON - The English language is insufficient.

It feels like no matter which song I put here, it's going to be wrong - because no single song you listen to is going to give you a good picture of whatever the hell Ayreon is. The songs have a metal influence, but every song feels like a different genre - I would describe the overarching genre as closer to Prog Rock, but oh man, it is all over the place. The strangeness and all-over-the-place nature of it is fascinating. I was gratified to find that my inability to describe or even decide how I feel about this band is reflected in the band's actual Wikipedia article, which includes this incredible comment from a music reviewer:

"Idk man this shit defies description."

HONORABLE MENTIONS:

Epica - Incredible operatic vocals combined with black metal growls over a heavily orchestral metal background.

Opera Magna - these guys really only have the one album but it's heavily classical and really good.

Fairyland, Deridian, Dragony, Dark Moor - All very similar sounding "symphonic power metal but not quite as good as ROF"

Sabaton - some really good power metal around historical war themes. Well made, but I am not super interested in the thematic content so it doesn't hit.

MY ACTUAL SPREADSHEET:

Tier: classic tier list tier - S, A, B, C, D, E, F

Library Tier - a simpler, more subjective system I added for myself - would I save this into my music library, would I only put it on a playlist for a specific mood, or do I just not plan to listen to it again?

A complete list of the bands I taste tested with my ratings and notes. I have literally no previous knowledge of this genre. My taste and opinions might be bad, they might be awful, I do not care. I hope you all enjoy them anyway.

#Youtube #long post

[apoptoses]

"honestly the most distressing thing about making creative works is that the thing you’re really proud of is never what resonates with your audience, and the thing you feel like you just slapped together ends up a hit" wait don't tell me!!! Is this about Apotheosis? Girl that was a masterpiece, I'm still recovering. It's been a very busy couple of days and it took me a while to be able to finish it but I have so. many. THOTS. But before I get into that, if this is watersports 2.0 (which I still love with every inch of my heart) in that people aren't responding to it as enthusiastically as they have to some of your other stuff... I can't dsjssk the prose is fucking insane, it's all fucking insane!!! @ everyone please do yourself a favor and go read this!!!

First, loved the title. Killed it as usual.

Ngl, initially I was mostly going to focus on Daniel’s monsterfucking tendencies and his depravity and Armand enabling his ass and helping him make a mess in his pants at church and how this fandom needs more church porn (all things considered) but then halfway through I had a fucking revelation lmao, and once it hit me I couldn’t stop.

Like I said, a masterpiece, I don’t even know where to begin! Armand-not-Armand whispering behind Daniel’s ear was the perfect blend of unsettling and hot. Calling him a child in the same way he was called a child. So vivid and bizarre and unnatural. It made me wonder just how much Armand shared with Daniel in such a way, how much he let him see. My guess is that… Daniel saw more than enough djdhdjssj, and Armand even made a point to remind him on the plane that once he turned him, he would never share his visions with him again. How much did he show him? How much did he reveal about himself when he chose to comunicate with Daniel like this? I had never really thought about their relationship in these terms (not beyond them communicating through the mind gift at least, and what happened with their shared dreams of the twins but that was part of a much bigger thing), but it was an undeniable part of it, and you explored it in a way that felt so perfectly Ricean. Unsettling, hot, so full of possibilities. Like, Daniel being devoured like the woman at the theater, and the vampire drinking from Daniel’s thigh in the vision, was it meant to resemble Alessandra? Insanity! 🥹

“Daniel Molloy was never going to be canonized a saint, the only god he knows is the dead thing on the kneeler at his side. There’s no more down hill from here.” Yes bb we have arrived! Welcome to rock bottom 😎

This is unlike anything you’ve written imo, and I’d be so so down for more joint depraved visions and Armand sharing what might or might not be memories, pieces of his own history and recreations of his past disguised as filthy fantasies in order to torment his lover, bring them closer together and ultimately doom them both. You’re a genius I stg!!! xoxo DA ❤️

Ahhhh thank you DA 😭 I have this persistent worry that low feedback = the thing I tried to do didn't telegraph and as much as I like risk taking I can't help but wonder when the risks pay off.

But like they're not in a happy place in this fic so maybe that's the problem lol I usually have them so loving but being dragged to mass, forced to sit and listen to Good Friday sermons on death and resurrection and ever lasting life- Daniel would be hanging by a thread! He's sitting beside the person who can give him that but is denying him and he can't talk to anyone about it! And Armand won't talk to him about why and won't share his past! Of course he ends up crabby and snippy even at the end.

Re: the visions, I had this really strong intention that this is a variation on something that happened to Armand when he was taken to the cult. Not in an actual church, maybe, but he's blending himself with his memory of Santino here and creating a version of his own experience for Daniel. So absolutely that was Allessandra, that was sometimes Santino holding him up, some of those were words Armand himself heard.

And to me that puts his performance at the theater for Louis into perspective. Because people have caught on that this is also a repeat of that, but maybe not drawn the conclusion that the theater scene came from something even further in the past.

And YEAH I think a lot about what memories Armand might have twisted around and shown Daniel, that Daniel might have written off as straight up fantasies crafted for him until much much later. Or what acts he replayed with him without telling him it was something he experienced. I think Daniel learned a lot about him without even realizing it.

[...] you explored it in a way that felt so perfectly Ricean. Unsettling, hot, so full of possibilities. <- This is the best compliment ever 😭😭😭 That's all I wanted to do!! I will be treasuring this message forever!!!

and god YEAH we need so much more church porn, these are the most weirdo religious books and weirdo religious vampires, we deserve smutty blasphemy!!

But thank you, you always come through with something so nice and insightful every time I'm pressed about my work, how could I live without you ♥

#apoptoses answers

[heartcomms]

days over a minute (II)

pairing: abby anderson x reader

a/n: part II !! i always feel obliged to apologise for my posts being long. i’m trying so hard to not rush anything so i ask again everyone please BARE WITH ME 🙏.

warnings: talks of addiction, swearing, talks of anxiety, display of anxiety.

you were barely awake when you heard the facetime ringtone coming from your phone. ellie had made a habit of calling you at odd hours due to the time zone differences, but you didn't mind. it was about 7 am for you and about 11 am for ellie. she called you to talk about the new video that the club's media team had posted. that day was abigail's first training session with the team since she came back to the team. you vividly remember trying not to scoff when everyone clapped for her as she stepped foot on the grass.

you couldn't believe it. you couldn't believe that she had the opportunity to return to work as if she deserved a reward after violently assaulting her girlfriend.

you did try to understand her at first, you had many conversations with vladlena, who you became more comfortable with, abigail’s parents split when she was very young so she mostly had her dad around during her childhood, however they fell out when she came out to him at 16, which is when she moved to england to join waltfield’s academy. they stopped sending each other updates after the third year she moved to england, but last year, she received a handwritten by her mother, announcing that her father was diagnosed with liver cancer.

and then abigail got laid off for 3 weeks due to her poor performances on the pitch, and later that year, abigail didn’t get a national team call up for the first time in 6 years. that made her hit rock bottom. and prescription after prescription, she just spiraled. you almost humorously scoffed at the sob story.

the day abigail came back, you made sure she knew that you didn’t want anything to do with her. you almost ran to the opposite direction every time she was near you or walking in your direction, when you had to make teams for the mock match you gripped bruna’s arms so she could lead you to the other team. at the end of the session, you barely listened to your head coach’s speech. you quickly hit the showers and left the training center.

you couldn’t say anything to ellie. you respected vladlena too much to go around to tell a story that’s not yours to tell. whenever abigail got brought up in conversation you’d just frown and change the subject, just like today.

“are you doing anything tonight, it’s match day, today.” you asked ellie, expecting her to stop talking about your infamous teammate.

ellie’s brows drew together and she hummed. you chewed on the inside of your cheek as you waited for her answer.

“i don’t know. i think dina wanted to go somewhere.” she almost whispered. like she knew you’d be a little offended.

things weren’t as comfortable between you and ellie since you went pro, you didn’t want to bring it up but you felt how tense she got sometimes, maybe it was the distance, you missed her too so you didn’t dig deeper.

“oh, great”, you paused, not sure what to say. “cool. that’s really great.” you said with a quick smile. you didn’t want to argue. like at all.

“yeah”, she smiled “i have to go though, text me before your match starts so i can watch it, okay?” you nodded and ended the call. you were a bit sad about ellie acting so casual about your first match with the team but decided to not think too much about it and got ready for the day.

you did some stretching exercises and then got up to make some breakfast. while eating you checked your phone and checked the club’s groupchat. you rolled your eyes at the thread of message sent by vladlena,

lena

🎉 first day back in the league 🎉

it’s game day team! we’re finally back, let’s give our best on the pitch today.

& let’s also give abby, y/n, sofia and bruna and the warmest welcome at widow park today.

let’s go walters ! 🤍

[phone]

thanks lena. let’s give our best today guys.

abigail’s number was the only one you didn’t save. for petty reasons. you liked lena’s message and left your phone to charge on the kitchen table. you cleaned up after yourself and left the room to take a shower, got dressed and texted lewis so he could come pick you up.

when you got to the stadium, you joined the team into the locker room. you greeted everyone with a wave and went to sit in your cubby. you were changing when you saw abigail get next you. she smiled at you and sat in the empty cubby next to yours. you didn’t smile but you looked back at her, waiting for her to speak.

“hey, um. i don’t know if lena told you,” you tried to not physically reacted at the fact that she was comfortable talking about vladlena with you. you were tempted to laugh at her entire demeanor. she carried herself was completely different from the last time you saw her. she fidgeted with her hands and slowly rocked in place. like a kid that had done something wrong and came to confessed to a parent.

“there’s a pre-match interview and uh, would you. do you think, you could do the interview with me ? it’s also your first match at home and lena said it would be great if, me, i mean. i’m the leader of team and it’s also my first match in a long time so, i, uh. yeah.”

“okay.” you said in an undertone.

“okay?” she asked again.

“yeah, sure.” you replied.

“okay, great. i’ll text lena to let her know you’re on board.” she smiled

you nodded at her back and continued to change, you pulled your hoodie over your head and put it in your bag and reached for your jersey. abigail was still there next to you. you looked back at her and saw her eyes dart between your chest and your face. you looked at your chest and saw that you were only wearing a bra. she was checking you out. abigail anderson just fucking checked you out. you would’ve jim’ed the camera if you were in the fucking office but this is real life. what the fuck. you could not dream of entertaining her any further so you crossed your arms and loudly asked,

“did you need anything else?” she looked up at you with wide eyes and got up. she was suddenly so close to you, you felt attacked by the way she towered over you.

“uh, sorry. i’m sorry. no. nothing else. thank you. thank you for doing this with me.” she muttered. you turned around and put on your jersey and threw her a tight lipped smile. you sat in your cubby to put on your socks and watched her walk to her own cubby, that was almost in front of yours, you watched her start her pre-match routine, how she sometimes chimed into the general chatter of the locker room. as you watched her, you couldn't help but feel discomfort. the same mouth that was laughing with teammates, who you now cared about, was the same one that cursed at vladlena and called her degrading names. the same hands that hugged people you now called friends, were the same ones that choked your other friend for pills. it was hard to think of anything else.

as you finished getting dressed, vladlena texted both you and abigail to come to the media room to get ready for the interview.

the excitement of the upcoming match started to build within you, you almost bolted out of the locker room, not waiting for abigail. when you reached the media room, you met lena at the door. you greeted her with a big smiled that she did not reciprocate when she saw abigail walking far behind you. she mouthed ‘be nice’ and waited for abigail to start prepping the both of you for the interview. she went over the questions you could possibly get, how you should sit, where you should look. she did the same with your teammate but less details, because obviously, she was already used to all of this. vladlena then guided you both into the media room where your team’s coach, was already sat, answering questions. lena waved at the coach from the back of the room and pointed at the two of you. he nodded back and finished his answer,

“but enough of that, you now get to speak with the real geniuses, abby anderson and y/n y/ln.” the entire room clapped. you both walked to the table and sat down. lena stayed next to the table pointed at a reporter so he could ask questions.

“hello, this is katie lauren from OORTE England, question for abby anderson please. abby, well first, welcome back. we’ve already asked your coach, mr moore, about your fitness, but i want to ask you personally, how you feel at the moment, are you okay? how ready are you? are you playing today?” the reporter sat back down. abby looked at the coach and then vladlena before answering, they both nodded, so she brought the mic up and answered,

“hi! thank you for your question, katie. my answer is going to be similar to the first one you got, yes i will play and i am very eager and ready to go back on the pitch, i’ve been back in training for almost a month now and yeah.” she smiled. “i’m ready.”

vladlena smiled at abby before pointing to another reporter.

“hello, marc lyes from le jt, question for y/n.” the man said in french.

“wait.” vladlena interrupted and point her ear to you and abigail meaning that you had to wear your eardbud in order to get a translation. but you knew french.

“i can understand, go on.” you looked at the man. he smiled at you, surprised.

“you speak french, that’s great.” he said in english. you weren’t fully fluent but you could hold a simple conversation. before waltfield, a french club had shown interest in you, so you dug up some of your old high school french notebooks.

“y/n, i would love to talk about your position, in your old team, you often played as a midfielder, but today, we can see your in a different position, center back. what do you think of your new position ?” he sat back down. you looked vladlena who gave an encouraging smile and spoke,

"it is not my favorite position but helping the team is what's most important." you and the reporter both laughed at the way you struggle to find the french word for 'team'.

“but um, i am very ready to help the team and bailey, jenni, leah, carolina and jelena who play midfield are amazing players so i think we're safe." you said in french. "i also hope my accent wasn’t too strong, i probably butchered some words, i’m sorry.” you announced. the reporter sat back on his sat and the mic had been passed to another reporter so he just gave you a nod and a thumbs up.

abigail spoke to you but directly into the the mic,

“you need to tutor me.” laughs erupted in the room, you hesitantly laugh, not getting where the joke was. lena pointed at another reporter,

“hello, elisha farr from the host, question for abby, last season, there has been some tension with you and the coaching staff of the team, mr moore who is your club’s coach but also the national usa women’s team was claimed responsible for your temporary layoff, did you both hear each other out, how are things between you and the coach.” bruna and vladlena warned you about the abigail and owen moore, your coach, situation. basically he was the one who found out her drug problem. he didn’t help her, he didn’t try to, he just laid abigail off for a few games and waited for her to get over it. and then he said some things about her is the media when he was asked why she didn’t get the call up at world cup. they’ve been butting heads since then.

“things are better, i would say. owen has his own views and i have mine, there are things we could’ve handled different and yeah there were obviously a lot of things said by the media and people having opinions which is absolutely fine, we hashed things out and i am still very grateful to get to learn from one of our nation’s best.” she didn’t directly look at you, but her head was turned in a way she still kind of see you. she had that unreadable look on her face, she looked somewhat sad but also annoyed.

the room was bathed in the soft glow of white ceiling panels, casting a gentle light on abigail's head. her hair cascaded down, revealing strands that were lighter than the rest, suggesting a recent dye job. the glint of two small earrings caught your attention, a detail you had never noticed before. in your limited interactions, you had only seen her in sports attire with her hair tied up, no jewelry. as she casually brushed her hair behind her ear, your gaze shifted to the delicate, shiny gold watch adorning her left wrist.

it all came to you: the lights, the voices, the noises.

you felt out of place as the world around you turned into a blur of voices and noise.

you were in over your head. this wasn't where you belonged. You weren't ready. you didn't have enough training.

the stress of the upcoming game, the high hopes from your teammates, and suddenly being in the spotlight with this interview... the room felt suffocating.

somehow, abigail sensed that you weren't present anymore and signaled to vladlena that she needed to end the conference. abigail got up as vladlena announced that both of you had to get ready for training, and she guided you out of the room. you didn't have time to thank her; you couldn't. you rushed to the bathroom, desperately seeking relief. your mind went blank as the words rolled out of your mouth,

“monday's child is fair of face

tuesday's child is full of grace

wednesday's child is full of woe

thursday's child has far to go

friday's child is loving and giving

saturday's child works hard for his living

and the child that is born on the sabbath day

is bonny and blithe, and good and gay.” you chanted as you paced.

one step for one day, one day for one minute. it’ll pass.

you didn’t stop when someone entered the room; you just couldn’t stop.

“hey. it’s abby.” she watched you as you paced. she stayed in front of the door.

“monday's child is fair of face

tuesday's child is full of grace

wednesday's child-” she got a little bit closer to you.

“i think you’re having an anxiety attack.” she hesitantly stated.

“thursday's child has far to go

friday's child is loving and giving

saturday's child works hard for his living-”

"okay, i’m going to get in front of you," she said, taking a step forward. “and we're going to breathe together." she jumped in front of you, halting your steps, and held both of your hands. you looked into her eyes and stopped chanting.

"great, y/n, now you breathe with me," she said, inhaling in an exaggerated manner and then exhaled. you copied her. it did help a little. you focused on her and tried not to think of anything else that could trigger you back into your compulsive thoughts. you both worked on your breathing until abigail saw your frantic eyes soften,

“i’m going to let go of you, okay?” and she did. she let go of both of hands, took a step back.

“i’m so s-”

“look. i know this is probably the worst time, like ever, to say this but i know you’re never going to talk to me ever again because you fucking hate me, which i understand, cause i’ve been so fucking terrible lately, and, and, and, what i did to lena, what you had to witness, it’s not me.” you were surprised, to say the least. “she told me, yeah.” she paused.

“lena, she’s…she’s too good for me. we talked and we’re okay now. she told me about how you’ve been there for her ever since that day and uh, thank you. thank you doing what i couldn’t do.”

you didn’t know what to say. what was there to say?

“you don’t have to say anything, i’m so sorry. you just,” she ran her hand through her hair and sighed. “you just had a panic attack and i’m fucking venting. sorry.” she turned around to leave but stopped before opening the door, “we’re just going over positions and tactics one last time with owen in the locker room, if you don’t want to come out at all, i’ll cover for you, it’s okay.” she left before you could reply.

abigail's unexpected act of kindness caught you off guard. despite everything, she showed genuine concern for your well-being and even took the time to help you calm down.

you took a deep breath and reach for the door, you stepped out of the bathroom, ready to face whatever awaited you in the locker room,

when you pushed the door, every head turned to look at you but you only abigail’s. she gave you smile, you gave back a small one and sat in your cubby.

there was a white board in the middle of the room and next to was owen giving orders and going over tactics. he decided to try a new formation which consists of 4 defenders, sofia on the left and bruna on the right, and you and abigail in the center. five midfielders, bailey, jenni, leah, carolina and jelena. and one striker, celine. this formation is defensively solid and easy to understand for you and your teammates.

you were playing in a new position, in a formation you had never played in, for a new club, at a new stadium, with a new team. you felt light-headed.

after owen chanted some words of encouragement, the entire team stood up and headed out onto the field.

the whistle blew and all your anxiety disappeared. although you didn't start, you were subbed on in the 87th minute, with the score still at 0-0. celine, your team's striker, got tackled by one of the opposing team's defenders. you didn't fully understand what had happened, but you saw abigail running towards the defender to confront her, and celine on the ground in tears, holding her leg. this led to a huge fight between the two teams. abigail received a yellow card for starting the fight, and the defender who tackled celine received a red card. as a result, your team was given a penalty kick because celine was in the penalty box.

surprisingly, abigail immediately nominated you to take the kick. the team didn't argue, and you ended up taking the kick. everything happened extremely quickly. abigail positioned the ball. you took a few steps back, sprinted towards the ball, and kicked it right into the back of the net.

you just scored your first professional goal. the crowd erupted into cheers as the ball sailed past the goalkeeper and into the back of the net.

as your teammates surrounded you, jumping and shouting in celebration, you couldn't help but feel proud. as you made your way back to your position on the field, a wave of confidence washed over you. you felt strong and ready. when the final whistle blew, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment. it was a small win but it was still your first win. after shaking hands with some players from the opposing teams, you returned to the locker room with your team. as soon as you could, you hurriedly reached for your phone to call ellie and share how the game went. the phone rang twice and went to voicemail. your heart slightly sank, but you weren't too disappointed. you tried to rationalize, thinking that maybe she was busy. after all, she did tell you she planned on going out with dina. you put your phone back into your gym bag and joined your team in the their little win celebration.

once the team had settled down, you all cleaned up and said your goodbyes. when you stepped out of the stadium, you encountered lewis, who had come to watch the match. he proposed to give you a ride back home. while in the car, you caught up with one another, he told you about his daughters, they came with him to watch the game, but since he knew that you didn't have any means to go back home, he preferred leaving them with their mom and taking you home. he also congratulated you on your winning goal. you and lewis got over the awkwardness of the first meeting really quick and got comfortable with one another just as quick. it’s been almost a month since you’ve been in england and he has been nothing but a friend to you. he even helped look for and move into your new apartment. on weekends you didn’t train, he’d make sure you weren’t too lonely and such. when you arrived near your apartment building. lewis dropped you off, and you decided to pick up some food from a nearby restaurant. not knowing the area too well, you ordered what sounded best to you and paid for the food. as you walked back to your apartment with the food in hand, you couldn't help but reflect on the events of the day. from the anxiety attack in the bathroom to scoring your first professional goal, it had been a rollercoaster of emotions. as you exited the elevator, you noticed a figure standing in front of your apartment door, you got closer, you recognized the loose dark locks, she turned around and a smile instantly lit up her face when she saw you,

“dina, what are you doing here?” you asked as you approached your apartment door. she pressed her lips together and put on a more serious look.

“can we talk inside?” you simply nodded and unlocked the door, she followed you as you guided her into your apartment. you set the food on your open kitchen’s table and sat with her on the sofa. you looked at her, waiting for her to speak.

“me and ellie are done.”

thanks to everyone who interacted on my first post im soooo grateful <3333

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[theswiftievault]

NYU

Not a single one of us here today has done it alone. We are each a patchwork quilt of those who have loved us, those who have believed in our futures, those who showed us empathy and kindness or told us the truth even when it wasn’t easy to hear. Those who told us we could do it when there was absolutely no proof of that. Someone read stories to you and taught you to dream and offered up some moral code of right and wrong for you to try and live by. Someone tried their best to explain every concept in this insanely complex world to the child that was you, as you asked a bazillion questions like ‘how does the moon work’ and ‘why can we eat salad but not grass.’ And maybe they didn’t do it perfectly. No one ever can. Maybe they aren’t with us anymore, and in that case I hope you’ll remember them today.

You’ve worked and struggled and sacrificed and studied and dreamed your way here today and so, you know what you’re doing.

The first of which is���life can be heavy, especially if you try to carry it all at once. Part of growing up and moving into new chapters of your life is about catch and release. What I mean by that is, knowing what things to keep, and what things to release. You can’t carry all things. Decide what is yours to hold and let the rest go. Oftentimes the good things in your life are lighter anyway, so there’s more room for them. One toxic relationship can outweigh so many wonderful, simple joys. You get to pick what your life has time and room for. Be discerning.

Secondly, learn to live alongside cringe. No matter how hard you try to avoid being cringe.

Not hiding your enthusiasm for things. It seems to me that there is a false stigma around eagerness in our culture of ‘unbothered ambivalence.’  I know it can be really overwhelming figuring out who to be, and when. Who you are now and how to act in order to get where you want to go. I have some good news: It’s totally up to you. I also have some terrifying news: It’s totally up to you.

So this may be hard for you to hear: In your life, you will inevitably misspeak, trust the wrong people, under-react, overreact, hurt the people who didn’t deserve it, overthink, not think at all, self sabotage, create a reality where only your experience exists, ruin perfectly good moments for yourself and others, deny any wrongdoing, not take the steps to make it right, feel very guilty, let the guilt eat at you, hit rock bottom, finally address the pain you caused, try to do better next time, rinse, repeat.  And I’m not gonna lie, these mistakes will cause you to lose things.

I’m trying to tell you that losing things doesn’t just mean losing. A lot of the time, when we lose things, we gain things too.

Every choice you make leads to the next choice which leads to the next, and I know it’s hard to know sometimes which path to take. There will be times in life when you need to stand up for yourself. Times when the right thing is to back down and apologize. Times when the right thing is to fight, times when the right thing is to turn and run. Times to hold on with all you have and times to let go with grace. Sometimes the right thing to do is to throw out the old schools of thought in the name of progress and reform. Sometimes the right thing to do is to listen to the wisdom of those who have come before us. How will you know what the right choice is in these crucial moments? You won’t. Scary news is: You’re on your own now. Cool news is: You’re on your own now.

I leave you with this: We are led by our gut instincts, our intuition, our desires and fears, our scars and our dreams. And you will screw it up sometimes. Anyway…hard things will happen to us. We will recover. We will learn from it. We will grow more resilient because of it.

As long as we are fortunate enough to be breathing, we will breathe in, breathe through, breathe deep, breathe out.

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[tigerlilla]

a short story by me :)

our song

i like to pop the pimples on my boyfriend’s back. i’ve heard it’s quite common, popping your partner’s pimples. he doesn’t complain, just focuses his eyes on the tv, hands on his controller. he doesn’t even talk to me while i do it. he plays his video game, some shooting one i bought him last year for our anniversary, and yells at his friends through the tiny microphone on his headset.

my boyfriend has a long and pretty oriental name. something with lots of syllables. i haven’t learned how to say it as beautiful as his mom. so i call him by his “american name,” david. though when i’m in a hurry, i call him v. it would make more sense to call him d, but i like v better. i read this article by bbc about how we like to shorten already short things because we are lazy. i think that’s true.

david and i live in a small apartment. our tv is only a foot away from the stove. the door to the bathroom is broken. when he gets up in the middle of the night to pee, i can see him from the bed. we’ve talked about moving, but we don’t have the money. he’s still in college and i work a part time job at the library.

we got together in college. i was a senior and him a sophomore. we met at some obnoxious party, though i can’t quite remember where it was. there were a lot of rapes that year. i accidentally pepper sprayed a rabbit. i cried afterwards.

i cry a lot. i think that’s part of the reason david likes me. when i cry, he rubs my back. he lets me order two orders of fried green beans at t.g.i. friday’s and doesn’t complain when i throw it up in our bathroom. i brush my teeth. and then he has sex with me on the bed right next to the toliet i just vomited in. i don’t say anything, just listen to the back of the cheap bed frame we bought at ikea hitting the wall. the bathroom sink drips. for a split second the bang of the bed and the drip of the sink are perfectly aligned. then he finishes and the banging stops.

david was a competitive swimmer in high school. he still swims laps at the gym pool. he has a swimmers body; broad shoulders, toned waist, muscular legs. his back looks like a v. maybe that’s where my nickname came from.

sometimes david shortens my name to car, pronounced like care not like car because car would be a weird nickname. it has nothing to do with the muscles in my back, or my caring attitude. it’s just carolina shortened.

david once tried to teach me how to swim. “caro-lee-naaaa,” he wined, knowing that i hated when people pronounced my name wrong. i giggled and splashed around in the water, never getting in above my waist. “car,” he said, more seriously, “we drove all the way out to the lake.”

“i told you, i don’t know how to swim,” i protested.

“let me teach you! i taught swimming lessons in high school!”

“it’s not that i don’t trust you, v. i just don’t want to swim. i don’t want to get my hair wet.”

he sighed and went back to diving under the water, picking up rocks and shit he found in the dirt bottom of the lake.

on the way back home, we stopped at a cheap roadside diner. david ordered a hamburger and i ordered a grilled cheese ‘with lots of ketchup, please.’

the waitress was sweet, big boobs, bigger accent. i could tell david liked her. he smiled at her, laughed at her jokes, left her a 30% tip.

“david!” i gasped when we got back into the car. “my necklace,” i grabbed at my throat, “it’s missing.”

“maybe it fell off in the restaurant,” he sighed, obviously not giving a shit about my necklace even though he bought it for me at the airport when we flew to california. “i’ll go look,” he slammed the door.

i watched him walk into the diner. he talked with the waitress, throwing back his head in laughter. because me losing my necklace was so funny. he glanced under the table. david wrote something down on a sheet of paper and handed it to waitress. he talked with her for a little longer before returning to the car.

“it wasn’t in there,” he said. “maybe it fell off at the lake.”

“no, i had it when we walked into the diner. i know i did. and you weren’t even looking! i saw you with her.”

“who?”

“the waitress, who else?” i spat.

“oh my god, carolina.”

“i saw you give her your number.”

“yeah, i did, so if she finds your necklace we can come get it. god damn it, carolina! you always act like this.”

“am i not allowed to be upset that i lost my necklace?”

“it’s a cheap necklace! i’ll buy you a new one.”

“i don’t want a new one. i want that one,” i replied, almost hysterical.

david didn’t reply, just shifted the car into drive and sped off.

i sat in the passenger seat and cried. an ugly, loud cry. david didn’t care, just drove on, pushing 20 over the speed limit. i could tell he was angry with me.

i had finished crying by the time he pulled into the lot outside our apartment building.

“are you okay?” he asked, speaking for the first time since we left the diner.

i didn’t reply, just stared out the window.

“carolina?”

again, no response.

“shit, car, i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have yelled at you,” he gently pulled my chin to face him. “i’ll look for one just like it, mkay? i’ll fly all the way back to california if i have to.”

i nodded.

he kissed my forehead. “we good?”

i nodded.

“i’ve been saving a huge pimple on my back for you. one of those ones that hurts like hell,” he smiled, rubbing my cheek.

“okay,” i whispered.

he held my hand on the walk inside. he patiently sat on the bed, peeling off his shirt, waiting for me.

i sat behind him.

i squeezed, and squeezed, and squeezed. his breath hitched, he twitched under my hand. my fingernails drew his blood.

and then it was over.

i pulled my necklace out of my pocket, hooking it around my neck with my blood stained fingers.

david’s beautiful body lay on the bed, purple bruises in the shape of my fingers on his neck.

i took his heart out first. the rest of his organs followed, i would ship them out in the morning, but they’d sit in our freezer until then.

david’s been labeled as “missing” for the past year and a half, but i know the truth. he’s not missing at all. he’s right here with me, in me. his heart beats on inside me, although i’ve probably shit it out by now.

i pop our pimples every night, but we’ll never learn how to swim.

david and i are forever, we’ll never end.

just like the drip of the sink in our bathroom. our love is beating in time with the bang of the bed hitting the wall, the drip of the sink, the popping of our pimples, the clank of the metal of my necklace. it’s a song, our song.

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[brandtmelendez5]

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[freckledbeom]

Hello my love. Can I pls have a kyun car sex fic. Can b like friends who have a thing for each other but neither of them know or established relationship

hi love, i wrote this fic while i was feeling a little blue so im sorry if it’s a little drawn out. hope this is what you wanted! ~

car sex w/ kyunnie [18+]

side note before you all read this fic, i just wanna say how grateful i am. sometimes i go on hiatuses or don’t update in a timely manner but i still get so much love & for that im truly grateful. it’s all love here, ill be here for you all like you’re here for me <33

warnings; 18+ content, suggestive scenes

listening to outta time by bryson tiller ♪

it wasn’t unlikely for changkyun to call you at late hours of the night, he was usually studio bound at this time anyway. what was unusual lie in his simple, but daring request.

“come downstairs.” he barred a monotone voice through the phone.

his puzzling request struck curiousity in your bones; you couldn’t not meet him downstairs now. grabbing nothing but a spare pullover and sliding into your house shoes, your heart fluttered in your chest. what could he possibly want?

after finally reaching your destination, changkyun turned around, your eyes meeting.

he almost looked the same as you, dressed in not much but a pair of sweats and a loose hoodie. although you would probably never tell him, his appearance was one of the many factors that drew you in.

stepping foward, changkyun cracked a slight smile. “you didnt take long.” he joked, tilting his head to the side a little.

“neither did you.” you replied, smiling back at him. “are you here to just look at me or did you have something you wanted?”

he paused a little before responding, licking his bottom lip. that was enough to fuel the fire between your legs.

“what if i wanted to just look at you?” his breath hitched a little.

your heart was beating so fast you were sure changkyun could hear your excitement ready to leap out of your chest. you were even more sure of this since the dialogue between the two of you had ceased.

“kidding.” changkyun hit your arm a little, as if he was knocking you back to reality. “i do miss you though, you wanna go for a drive?”

right. he didn’t see you in that way. of course, this was expected since he had many other things in his life; you would be the last on his mind.

the walk to the parking garage was a brisk, but quiet one. your interactions weren’t usually this awkward, today was an especially off one. from kyun suddenly showing up at your apartment, to this odd tension that appeared, you could hear the silence.

opening the door for you, changkyun walked around to his side and got in.

“your car smells nice.” a pathetic attempt to crack the silence.

“it smells like me.” changkyun answered affirmatively, looking directly at you.

rolling your eyes, you gave your attention to the moon in front of you.

you could feel his eyes drawing in on you, lasered into the side of your skull. turning so you made eye contact, you tilted your head a little.

"staring contest?"

changkyun scoffed jokingly. "i'll win but sure."

you didn’t know what was stranger about this night; the way he looked at you or the way his looks kindled the fire between your legs.

"why do you keep looking at me like that?" you choked out, palms growing sweaty in the process.

"it's a staring contest." changkyun retorted.

"no i mean-"

his lips didn't allow you to give further explanation, his tongue lay bait for you to fall under. your breaths hitched and stilled. his hands wandered every which way until one landed on your chin, tilting it upwards.

if this was bliss then the second he pulled away was sudden death, leaving you puckered & red.

leaning back in with your noses just touching, changkyun bit his bottom lip. "i can kiss you like that right? is that ok?"

this time you opted out of verbal response, answering him the same way he did you.

changkyun's hands moved from your face to your bottom, pulling you over on the driver's side so you could sit on his lap. instinctively, you reached to the side and lowered the seat back.

his hands wandered underneath your sweater to fondle your breasts. the friction from your lower bodies and the way he touched you was enough make you bellow out a shallow moan. you could feel him growing beneath you, leaving you soaked.

bringing you down towards him, changkyun lifted away your top to give him full access to your nipples. unknowingly, your hips ground against his crotch.

changkyun let out a breathy moan, latching harder onto your breast.

“changkyun...i want you so bad...” you whined out, his brows raising at your request. tilting his head with his mouth now removed from your chest, changkyun bit his bottom lip.

“say it again for me.” his breath hitching a little.

with no hesitation, the words stuttered out of you. “i want you so bad.”

a part of you imagined that he got a kick out of hearing your desperation crawl out of itself. so much so that every reedy whine from you earned a bite at your neck or a grope to your backside.

this time you had earned the feel of his manhood, not a cushion but a slab of pure concrete, stiff under you.

playing with the hem of your shorts, changkyun met with your eyes for direct contact. “we don’t have to take these off.”

and you didn’t, with him pushing them to the side just enough to give access to your bare middle. finally, you could catch a glance of his lower. it sat up high, thick & gleaming with precum; it was as if it was waiting for you.

steadily, you sunk down onto changkyun, biting your lip carefully to not cry out. changkyun pulled your upper back forward so that you were chest to chest, keeping another on your bottom. slowly, you rocked your lower half on his throbbing member. the two of you kept eye contact, while his hand that was once on your upper back was now on your face.

out of the many faces changkyun had showed you, the one he was giving me at this particular moment had you ready to climax then and there. cheeks flushed, changkyun bit down on his lower lip, never breaking away from you.

a harsh slap to your ass made you whine even louder. “right there....it feels so good right there...”

speeding up your pace, you sat up a little so that both hands could sit flat against his chest. with one hand on his shoulder and the other on this chiseled chest, you bounced on his lap, sounds from your sopping middle filling the air.

changkyun reached a hand up to steady your thigh, with his mouth now agape. “fuck, did i get you this wet? huh?”

in a shallow attempt to conceal your moans you bit your lip, only for changkyun to catch on rather quickly.

his palms took grip of your ass, giving him full access to thrust himself into you. you only cried out, falling back onto his chest while he took you from under

times like this there was nowhere else your mind wandered except how he made you feel.

“mmm…changkyun…” every time you began a sentence it seemed as if you blacked out.

joining his rhythm, you brought your your hips back down onto him. it only took a few more strokes to have you, once again, calling out to him.

“i think im gonna come.” your grip on his shoulders tightened so that you could straighten up and look at him.

“yeah?” he answered, his eyes saturated with eagerness.

“mhmm.”

changkyun gave a harsh slap to your rear while biting his lip.

“go ahead…fuck…go ahead and come on me.”

you surrendered, riding him until your legs and core gave out. trembling, you stilled your movements only when you heard changkyun announce his orgasm.

panting, you look at the mess you made of him. although the garage was dimly lit, you still could share gaze with him.

“is this what you called me out here for?” you questioned.

he chuckled, licking his bottom lip. “does this count as a confession.”

“not at all.”

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[bokuroskitten]

c-cockwarming with kuroo kenma bo ushi and iwa? 😳

I’ve got some real big brained anons asking me real big brained asks😌

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〈 Kuroo, Kenma, Bokuto, Ushijima and Iwaizumi and how they like cockwarming

✵ genre: NSFW 18+ (Minors DNI)

✵ warnings: cockwarming, dom/sub dynamics (daddy, papa, & sir titles used), mentions of voyeurism

Kenma would have you warming him up all the time if he could, so every chance he gets he’s calling you over. Gaming, streaming, watching tv, doing just about anything, he loves sliding you down nice and slow on his cock. Your walls have been fit to his cock by now, so it’s always the perfect squeeze when you sit on him. Typically he’ll have you sit in his lap, back against his chest so you can do what you want as well, but mostly it’s so whenever he is live steaming he can suddenly thrust within you, watch the way you desperately try to keep your composure so the chat won’t start talking about how flushed you suddenly look.

“K-Kenma...” you murmur softly, feeling the warmth from your face slowly begin to spread along your chest. A smirk flickered over Kenma’s features, only for a brief moment, before he was back to that serious look, eyes glued to his game. “Yea babe?” He spoke, nonchalant as ever. That had your cheeks puffing up briefly, eyes darting from his game to the webcam that had the little green light on. You knew very well the stream was on, and considering the number in the bottom corner just kept steadily rising, you couldn’t just blurt out loud ‘Quit moving your hips’. Before you could even really get the thought out, Kenma knew, thrusting his hips up once more. One fluid motion of his body and his cock was hitting perfectly along your sweet spot. This time you couldn’t hold back the little Yelp that bubbled from your lips. Kenma had to laugh, quick to mute his mic as the chat began to pop off. He wouldn’t turn it off though. Oh no. He just got close to your ear, whispered in that voice he knew you loved.

“Better relax Kitten, or I’m gonna have to fuck you right here on stream. So sit pretty for me... unless my naughty girl wants it... you want it, baby?”

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Kuroo is on his computer a lot, doing work and attending online meetings. He has set up a nice little office space for himself and he finds himself in there a little more than he likes. Especially since he has such a cute little kitty at home just waiting to be played with. Sometimes, when you just can’t stay away from him you poke your head in the door, the little mewl you let out making Kuroos brows twitch. Only a couple of pleas from your pretty lips has him caving. He likes when you straddle him, your little cunt fluttering so perfectly around his cock. He also likes how hard you cling to him, face in his neck and fingers getting lost in the hairs at the nape of his neck. Whenever he feels your hips begin to rock he’ll tsk, putting an easy stop to it.

“Kitty, don’t get greedy,” Kuroo speaks right beside your ear, goosebumps easily rising along your arms as you let out a needy whine. You hope it’s pretty enough to make Kuroo cave, or at least enough to make him let go of your hips. “P-Please Daddy, needa feel more of you in my cunny.” And it was true, you’re puffy walls were currently hugging him so perfectly, squeezing along his cock. Your legs tightened about his waist, wanting to add some friction to your clit that was currently throbbing for it. But Kuroo still had work to do, and even though your pleas made him weak at the knees, made his resolve wanna crumble so he could fuck you right here on the desk, he had to teach his pretty baby some patience. So he gave your rear a swat, a warning along with a hum.

“I know baby I know... your cunny is just fluttering like crazy around Daddy’s cock today. But just a little longer. So no more whining.”

You clung to him tighter, muffling your whines into the side of his neck and suckling the skin there instead. You stilled your hips though. Kuroo had to smile, fingers beginning to tap away at his keyboard again while your perfect velvet walls hugged his cock.

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Part of Bokuto’s job was staying fit, considering he was constantly active out on the court. The gym he set up in your shared apartment was nothing short of impressive, and you couldn’t help poking in there while he was grunting away. Skin shining with sweat, muscles ripping as he lifted the next set of weights, you couldn’t help but lick your lips, or the little flood that happened between your thighs. Usually, Bokuto could wait until he was done, but sometimes you just looked too good, so desperate and needy as you clung to that door frame, basically drooling at him. He would take a seat, pulling you into his lap.

“12...13...14...” Bokuto’s voice was strained in the best possible way, his chest fluttering as you suddenly clenched down around him. He slowly lowered the weights to his sides a grin growing on his face as he felt your little nails dig deeper into his thighs. He pressed up into you, grin growing at the yelp you released. You could feel your cheeks heat up, pussy desperately milking his cock when it slapped against your cervix. “P-Papa!” You whined, looking back at him with tears swimming in your pretty eyes. “‘M sorry pretty Birdy... sometimes I can’t help but tease you when this perfect little cunt is squeezing me so good.” He pressed a few kisses along your cheeks, before he took hold of your jaw, forced your eyes back on the mirror in front of the two of you. “But Papa needs more motivation so he finishes his workout. So spread so legs back open, wanna see your pussy splitting.” And you had no choice but to listen, only thinking of how he’d pin you to the mirrors later to fuck you stupid. So you lulled your legs back open, biting your lip as he moaned at the sight of your stuffed hole.

“Perfect...” he breathed, keeping his eyes glued to the reflection as he hauled the weights back up to continue his count.

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Ushijima isn’t much for PDA. Those little touches you always give him, running those pretty fingers along toned arms in public. It’s just too much for him. But Ushijima is a collected man, knows how to hold himself back. And know very well you’re doing it all on purpose. You’re his pretty baby, after all, he knows how you like to tease, pressing into his side on the subway or leaning down to look at something with a skirt that’s just a little too short. Ushi knows, when the two of you get home, your frame already vibrating with excitement, he had no problem pulling you onto his cock.

“More... more Sir....” the whine you release around his fingers as he stuffs them between your lips is high pitched, almost a little offended as tears swirl in your gaze. But Ushijima doesn’t budge, doesn’t move one inch other than his long fingers which are now pumping in your mouth. Your left whimpering around him, his cock throbbing within your walls and stretching you open without even moving an inch. “Maybe if you hadn’t been so handsy today and just asked for some dick like a good girl, you wouldn’t be in this position.” Ushijima huffed out, brows knitting together at the mess of drool that already started to bubble down your chin and around his knuckles. “But because you can’t keep your hands to yourself, you’re gonna keep my cock warm until I feel like fucking, are we clear.”

He knew you couldn’t respond, but the mewl you release as your fingers dig deeper into the skin of his thighs is satisfying enough to have a subtle smirk twitching on his lips.

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Iwaizumi likes the closeness that comes along with cock warming, especially after a long day. There are some days where your schedules just don’t aline until late into the evening when the sun has already set. You’re both too exhausted for any sort of sex, but still want to be close to one another, want to share soft kisses and embraces. So once you two have dressed down for the night you curl up on your shared bed, finding a comfortable spot together.

“Princess...” Iwaizumi sighs into your ear, his palms slipping under the fabric of your shirt so he could the warmth of your skin. You mewl in response, nuzzling your nose into the crook of his neck before pressing wet kisses along the column. “Love you so much daddy...” you murmur back to him softly, your eyes fluttering a bit as he twitched between your walls. He was slowly growing, filling you up inch by inch until that familiar squeeze was apart between your thighs. It always felt so good, being stuffed by him when you drifted off into sleep. A smile curled on Iwa’s sleepy features, the familiar grip of your cunt around his dick making him sigh out in content.

“Love you too, my pretty princess.” He kisses along the crown of your head, hands massaging down your back as you cling to him tighter, sleep weighing down your eyes.

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[talesofstyles]

Good Morning Indeed

absolutely no plot whatsoever, just a bit of husband and dad harry in the midst of the family’s morning chaos 😂

Harry

“Go get the condom on.”

“I’ll pull out, I promise.”

“Your pull out game is weak.”

“Oi, them’s fightin’ words.”

“There’s a reason we’ve got six kids.” Says the missus with a roll of those pretty—but sometimes deadly (please don’t tell her I said this)—eyes. “‘Sides, I’ve just changed the sheets yesterday. You are not coming on the sodding sheets.”

“Fine,” I sigh and reach down to the bedside table. Why is the drawer filled with sodding Duplo and those tiny, pricey Sylvanian Family bunnies? I’m guessing kid number two, three and four have something to do with that. A few more seconds of rummaging before I finally found my treasure in the very back of the drawer. I lay on my back as I sheath myself up, and seeing as I’m already here… might as well, right? I smirk at her as I say, “hop on then.”

“Fat chance that,” she mutters. “Do I have to take off my top?”

“Nah,” I shake my head, it’s cold, and I’m a considerate husband. “A flash will do. Just give me a visual.”

She rolls up my shirt that she wears to sleep, a really old white rolling stones t-shirt that has two holes and a loose thread hanging on for dear life from the hem. She looks homeless. Gorgeous homeless though. 

“Nice,” I flash her a boyish grin, like a teenage boy seeing his first pair of tits. “You’ve got great racks.”

“You’re just saying that…”

I know what she sees when she looks at herself in the mirror and I wish she could look at herself through my eyes. 

“Hey, don’t you dare. My babies grew in that body, that’s everything.”

Her tender smile hits me right in the gut. “I love you.”

“Love me enough to ride me?” I say with a playful flick to one nipple.

“Nice try.”

“I love you,” I mutter near her mouth and give her a searing kiss. I run my tongue over her bottom lip, then I kiss her down her neck, her cleavage and her breasts. I slowly circle one nipple, and she giggles, knowing it’s a well-rehearsed move that is guaranteed to do what’s needed. See, her tits are kind of like start buttons. No matter the situation, a little attention to those bad boys switches things around real quick. Her head slams back against the pillow. And she moans, holding my head in place.

We’ve got ignition lads. 

I nestle my body on top of hers, and there’s a bit of wayward angling and poking until I find my way inside of her. And then it’s on. Two bodies writhing on the bed. My hips rotate in long, slow circles.

“Bollocks!”

“What? The condom isn’t broken, is it?”

“No, it’s bin day. I forgot to take out the recycling bin.”

“S’fine, we’ve got time before the school run.”

The bin’s sorted, back to the shag…

I slide my hands under her, bringing us closer. Rocking us faster. My forehead hovers close to hers and I open my eyes so I can watch. What can I say? I’m greedy like that. I want to soak up every gasp, every flicker of pleasure across her face. Pleasure I’m giving her.

Her breathing changes. It turns panting and desperate, and I know she’s close. I move harder, grinding against her, inside her, with every forward push. Warms sparks tickle my spine and heat spreads down until every nerve in my body is shaking. I slam inside her, burying deep as her hips jerk upward. She spasms hard around me, gripping me tight. 

I rock back my hips and pull almost all the way out, but then I freeze. Because a dreaded sound echoes across the room, grabbing our full attention. It’s coming from the baby monitor. It’s a rustling, the sound of cotton rubbing cotton. Like snipers in the jungle, we don’t move a muscle. We don’t say a word. We wait, until the rustling stops. And all is quiet again. 

Too bad it’s not for long. Because two thrusts in, a light comes on in the landing. Followed by small footsteps heading down the stairs. Shit.

“Harry, just come already. They’ll all be up soon.”

“I’m close… don’t rush it, you’re scaring it away.” 

She grinds her hips. Also another well-rehearsed move that she knows will get me off. But I freeze again, because there’s a second set of footsteps and the sound of a toilet flushing. Oh, and the babies next door are starting to whimper. 

Great.

“I’M HUNGRY!” That’s James, darling little cockblocker number four who likes to be fed on time. He’s three.

“WE’LL BE OUT IN A SECOND!” My wife shouts over my shoulder. “Harry for the love of god-”

I pick up the rhythm. Small beads of sweat form on my brow. She grinds her hips again, and I try to focus. “Just like that, fuck, keep doing that.”

“Sshh, keep your voice down.”

“IS THERE ANY BREAD THAT ISN’T 50/50?” That’s Eleanor, child number two. She’s seven, and she’s one of those children who seem to possess a discernible palate that knows when we’ve changed brands of baked beans or attempt to bring sugar-free fruit squash through the doors.

“IT’S THE SAME,” I reply.

“NO, IT’S NOT. DO WE HAVE OTHER FOOD?”

“THERE ARE SHREDDIES.”

“DON’T LIKE ‘EM.”

“PORRIDGE.”

“I’M NOT A BEAR!”

Honestly, seven-year-olds gunning for a fight this early in the morning can go do one.

The babies are starting to gather volume next door so I try to focus again. It only takes a few more thrusts before ecstasy wrecks my body, making me shudder. I press my lips against her neck as I come back down to earth. But I don’t move yet. I know we should get going because things are already chaotic outside our door, but I just don’t have the will yet. I’m considering going back to sleep for a minute or two. She won’t mind, will she? Well, I’m wrong. Because she proceeds to perform the move that seems to amuse every sodding woman on earth. And causes every man to squeal like a bloody pig. Without warning, she uses her powerful muscle to squeeze my extremely sensitive cock. 

Girls, grab a piece of paper and write this down. I’m speaking on behalf of every man to walk on earth here; we hate that. We don’t think it’s funny.

I jerk back, pull out, and roll off her. I try to look annoyed as she giggles, and obviously I fail, because that freshly fucked, flushed-face makes it impossible not to grin back.

“CAN I HAVE JAFFA CAKE?” That’s Victoria, child number three. She’s five, and she’s yelling as she thunders up the stairs. 

“JAFFA CAKE ISN’T BREAKFAST,” my wife shouts back as she sits up and hands me a nappy sack. “Harry…”

I wrap up the condom with it and toss it to the bin. “You’ve just taken me life force, woman, give me a moment.”

“CUSTARD CREAM?”

“NO.” We shout in unison. 

“HOBNOB THEN?”

“STAY AWAY FROM THE BISCUIT TIN!”

“You want to wrestle a biscuit-hunting kid out of a cupboard and 50/50 bread drama or fussy babies with full nappies?”

“Babies.” I hear a small child get whacked by a sibling downstairs and I feel like I may have got the better deal here.

Next door, the twins are not happy. They’re six months old now, and they’re both teething. Thing one glares at me as I walk into their nursery and thing two stares at me stroppily from the corner of her cot. Their cheeks are scarlet, and thing one proceeds to bark at me like a seal. I pick his warm, sleepy, cuddly body and cradle it close to mine as I lay him down on the changing table. I smell the dampness. It’s definitely wee. He’s soaked through, I think I didn’t tuck his willy in when I last changed him around three in the morning so it sprayed in some upward motion and drenched his clothes. See, this is why girls are better than boys. There’s no way they can pee upwards. 

After I put a fresh nappy and a change of clothes, I put him down on the rug so he can wiggle around while I grab his sister and sort her out. After six kids, I’m definitely a pro with baby duty and can practically change their clothes one-handed. The whole thing takes only a few minutes.

I cuddle the babies on each side as I walk downstairs and into the kitchen. They immediately reach out to their mum who’s cracking some eggs as soon as they spot her, knowing she’s the only one who can cure their hunger this morning. 

“Uniforms!” She says to the big kids as she takes one baby into her arms. “We’ll do breakfast after. Please, please, please…”

Desperate pleas lead them to saunter out and up the stairs. I follow my wife into the living room and hand her the other baby as she plops down on the couch. She rolls up her shirt and the babies latch instantly. Tandem nursing is harder now that they’re a little older and aware of their surroundings. They’re trying to scratch each other’s faces as they nurse. “Oi, what’s this? You each get a tit, stop fighting.”

They seem to somehow listen to me and have stopped trying to poke each other’s eyeballs. We’ll see how long that lasts. “Finish the eggs?”

I nod. “I’m on it.”

I brew some coffee, finish the scrambled eggs, and pop the slices after slices of bread in the toaster. Breakfast is done just in time as my wife walks back into the kitchen with two full and happy babies. She puts them in their high chairs and I scoop a bit of eggs on each of their trays for them to nibble on.

George appears back in the kitchen clad in his uniform with his also dressed brother trailing behind. We always lay his clothes the night before on his bed and he gets dressed all by himself in the morning. And he’s getting better at it, seeing he only missed a button on his shirt.

“Hi mate,” I say as I fix his button and he flashes a toothy grin at me. I plop him down on the chair, he’s graduated from the high chair now but still uses a booster seat.

“No toast!”

“What do you want then?”

“Chee-yos?”

I nod before I grab a handful of cheerios and set them on his plate next to his eggs. Then I take a few steps back across the table. “Hey, James, set it up.”

He flashes me another toothy grin before he opens his mouth wide and keeps it open. I hold a single Cheerio between my fingers while I bend my knees and bounce my hand as if I were dribbling a basketball. “Three seconds left on the clock, down by one. Styles got the ball. He fakes left, he drives in, he shoots…”

I toss the Cheerios in a high arc. It lands right into his mouth.

“He scores! The crowd goes wild!”

James holds both hands over his head. “Core!”

“Viv stole the biscuit tin, you know? She ate three jammie dodgers upstairs.” Eleanor says as she walks in with book bags and school shoes. 

George, seeing his sister walks in, proceeds to open his mouth wide and flashes her the half-chewed eggs on his tongue. It’s his current thing and it annoys his sisters to death. The young’uns think differently though as they double over in laughter. 

“Eeewww!” She shrieks. “You’re so gross!”

“VICTORIA, PUT THAT BISCUIT TIN DOWN AND GET YOUR BUTT IN THE KITCHEN! AND GO GET THEM HAIR TIE THINGIES…” 

“I didn’t have any biscuits!” She yells and runs down the stairs.

This kid is the quintessential daddy’s girl. She climbs up onto my lap right away, handing me the brush and a hair tie. 

“See, poppet, I would’ve believed you if you didn’t leave evidence all over your face,” I arch one of my eyebrows as I sweep a speck of raspberry jam on the corner of her mouth. 

“You always do a ponytail,” she huffs.

“Either that or I give you a bowl cut with kitchen scissors. I reckon that fruit bowl will do. Your choice.”

“Can I have some more eggs?” George asks with his mouth full of his last bite.

“God, that’s like your third serving,” Eleanor grumbles.

“Nag.”

At that insult, Eleanor flings a piece of toast like a ninja. Before George can retaliate, my wife gives them both the look.

“Viv, will you at least have some eggs?”

“No.”

“Fine,” my wife sighs. “I’m gonna get changed then.”

I glance at the clock and, well, shit, I should get dressed too. “Can you lot watch the babies and try not to kill each other for the next five minutes?”

“Five quid each?” Eleanor tries to negotiate. “Babysitting isn’t supposed to be free, you know? That sounds like child labour to me.” 

Bollocks. 

“Two quid each,” I give her my dad look that says the offer is final and indisputable.

“Deal.”

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