#not the duck✋

[sansblkgirlfriend]

Y’all these clips from Kcon really got me going feral for this men- ESPECIALLY HONGJOONG😭

#evesbabbles #I’m so serious- #these mofos bout to have me going ducking delusional ✋

[methylbromide]

OH MY GOD I’M STILL SO ILL ABOUT THIS!!!!!!! OH MY GOD HOW COULD THEY DO THIS TO THEM???????????

#jamie drysdale #trevor zegras #anaheim ducks #nhl #philadephia flyers #HOW COULD THEY DO THIS? #😭😭✋✋ #LITERALLY WHAT WERE THEY THINKING!?!??!?!?!

[b1airwitch]

why is that one twink always covered in dirt

#I still haven’t watched the show but every time I see him he’s so ducking dirty ✋😭 #.txt

[suiana]

*Kicks the door open again*

It's horny thoughts by 🐄 anon time-

Ngl you have no idea how many times I've had fantasies about waking up and the monster under my bed just Eating the fuck out of me 😭✋

Or just waking up and getting railed by said monster under my bed

🐄

bro that's me with the shadow man in the corner of the room... NEW YAN IDEA WOW (for the horny monster fuckers!1!!1)

✎ yandere! shadow monster headcanons . . .

✎ warnings . . .

― unconsensual touching(?), nsfw, possessiveness, murder(?) etc.

(gn! reader x male yandere! oc)

✎ yandere! shadow monster that's been lurking in the corner of your room since how many years ago. learning every little thing about you, slowly falling for you as he swoons at your every action... and his favourite activity! staring at you with big eyes as you turn over to avoid his uncomfortable gaze.

✎ yandere! shadow monster who is content with just watching you so he lurks around, watching you go about your daily activities... wait who's that person you're blushing about? oh no... looks like he has to deal with a problem... look at the news! they've disappeared!

✎ yandere! shadow monster who loves watching you get off. you're so cute you know? trying so hard to cum... maybe he should help you out?

✎ yandere! shadow monster who gets jealous when you bring people over to do anything. be it just doing homework or one night stands, he can't stand the thought of someone other than him touching and looking at you.

✎ yandere! shadow monster who finally makes the first move and pins you to the bed just as you're about to fall asleep. sucking and biting on your neck as you squirm under him, he's just marking his territory! and you don't mind, it's actually one of your fantasies to belong to a hot monster lol!!!

✎ yandere! shadow monster who follows you around, a visible shadow following behind you wherever you go. it scares others away and it makes him so delighted! saves him the hassle of getting rid of others.

✎ yandere! shadow monster who always has his way with you every night. helping you get off, filling you with his seed, fucking you until you pass out... who knew the monster in the corner of your room was so good at sex?! you don't even bring home guys anymore because your monster is practically a fuck machine that fulfills all your needs! he learnt all of your likes and dislikes from watching others fuck you and you pleasuring yourself.

✎ yandere! shadow monster who has an endless sex drive and is touching you even in your sleep. just the tip!!! he says as he goes for a fifth round 💀 don't worry, you consented to this before hand. he's not that much of a monster you know?

✎ yandere! shadow monster who wakes you up by kissing you. he gives you a surprise each morning as he ducks his head under the covers and eats you out/sucks you off.

✎ yandere! shadow monster who visits your admirers in their dreams and haunts them so much that they eventually stop bothering you. being a shadow monster isn't that bad sometimes <3

✎ yandere! shadow monster who is basically a big horny fucker who's super possesive over you. have fun with your horny monster who won't leave you alone!!!

✎ "sweet dreams my love, I'll be watching over you~"

#tw yandere #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere blog #yandere hcs #male yandere #yandere shadow monster #yandere shadow monster headcanons #yandere shadow monster x reader #🐄 anon #suiana's sinners

[diorsluv]

feather , part 1

“ not another take ”

series m. list next chapter

( socialmedia!au )

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next chapter notes ) this was actually so fun to make im excited to make moreeee 🫣 also the official nickname is drizzle i’m calling it rn bc drysdale=drizzle=drizzy=drizz AND I KNOW IT SOUNDS STUPID BUT I SWEAR YOU WILL COME TO LOVE IT

#umich hockey #luca fantilli #adam fantilli #ethan edwards #luke hughes #luke hughes x reader #luke hughes fanfic #luke hughes fic #mark estapa #mackie samoskevich #cole caufield #quinn hughes #jack hughes #trevor zegras #alex turcotte #jamie drysdale #dylan duke

[jenicaclarisse]

NOZEL SILVA

What’s it like dating the serious and disciplined nozel silva

writing: canon info, fluff to fluff, relationship headcanons and husband nozel being a cutie pie cause he is. Do not see many fics about him so I’ll do it ✋

Fragile - Laufey

MEETING:

Getting to know him was awkward but yet interacting with him left you a feeling of curiosity and intrigued of his mysterious nature. How he kept to himself and remained poised to reflect his high status. You assumed he was the serious type and he is wholeheartedly

Overtime you noticed his mannerisms, despite his love for wine he couldn’t handle it very long as you noticed his usually straight back being slightly more hunched as the night grew.

“I assume you can’t handle your wine very well Mr. Silva.” You sat at one of the chairs provided by the bar.

Nozel didn’t notice you at first as he stubbornly took one more sip of his glass. He looked at you with a raised brow and crossed his arms.

“Women shouldn’t comment on a man’s capacity to handle alcohol.”

“So it’s the truth?”

Nozel nudged his lip forward.

“Silence yourself.”

Despite that, you giggled at his expense as his cheeks flushed from the alcohol. He asked what was so funny and you replied was his face. Nozel quickly palmed at his face as he looked at you once more.

“I think I have seen you from the past.”

“Oh? Do enlighten me.” You replied.

He proceeded to tell you of his sightings of the times he had caught you walk by and or during your missions where you were with your squad.

That night he asked you of the things you experienced as a magic knight. You replied hastily as his questions came right after the other. All the time his face was adorably serious, he couldn’t even finish his wine.

In return, you asked him what he liked. He gestured to his wine.

“Wine.” He simply said.

“But you couldn’t finish it though.” You remarked.

“Then don’t ask what I like” He crossed his arms.

You laughed at his face as he decided to down half of the left over wine from his glass.

“And now you did finish it”

Nozel gulped down and nudged you to the side in slight annoyance.

“It will do you well if you silenced yourself”

You laughed once again as he now faced away from you with a gruffy sound coming from his throat.

As the night came to a close, you and him left the bar as you clutched your bag from outside the establishment. Nozel turned to you.

“I look forward… to more conversations with you.”

Despite yourself, you managed to peak the interest of Nozel. Although there wasn’t a personal meeting for much later, the both of you indulged in correspondence via letters

There he expressed his interest clearly, answering whatever you have asked in the letters you have sent. He very passionately agreed to your whims and there you learned that he can be sweet

If the flowers at your doorstep wasn’t enough then surely the desserts, dresses and jewelry can surely change your mind.

He brought you to many dates most of which was flying over the city of clover as per your request. But on times where you preferred to not tire out nozel by flying out into the sky for hours on end the both of you settled for a nice dinner, roasted duck.

Soon you began to realize that Nozel did have a cute side. He was slightly clumsy and even socially awkward at times, how he’s not completely aware that animals tend to dislike him and the way his braid makes him even more angry looking

You even teased him. “Angry bird” you call him

You ask nozel to teach you spells on times where he had free time which he very begrudgingly agreed to do.

You often pull at his braid and he slaps your hand in annoyance. But sometimes, sometimes he may let you braid it yourself.

One thing you noticed much later was the fact that he had a fan base! Everytime he appeared near the plaza or on times where he had to fight you would often hear cheers from the crowd. Mostly women.

But you rest assured. Knowing that man was yours.

———————

Nozel Silva is so fine smhhh

#nozel silva x reader #nozel silva fluff #nozel x reader #nozel silva #black clover x reader #black clover #nozel silva x reader fluff #black clover fluff #black clover x reader fluff

[magicalbats]

Kinktober Day 13: Size Difference

Rating: R-18+

Word Count: 7129

Warnings: Afab!/reader, size difference, noncon, abduction, bathing, aphrodisiacs, drugging, bareback, stomach bulge, gendered terms 

A/N: okay, look … I’ve been deeply in love with the Daythunder Eremites since we got our first glimpse of them right before 3.0 dropped. Did I lose the plot a little bit on this one? Maybe. But I’m actually obsessed with this NPC. I even went around and marked their locations on my map with the little meat pin. ✋😭 I quite literally ran OUT of available pins because of it. Not one single person better question why I picked him for this prompt instead of Enjou (I was extremely tempted tho, trust and believe that xmdkxk)

⭐

It was quickly becoming apparent that you were in a bit over your head with this commission. Between the wailing researchers on the ground, the frightened Sumpter Beast making a lumbering escape for the near distant tree line, the attacking Eremites and the damaged cart that had inexplicably caught fire at some point, the situation was clearly spiraling far out of your control.  

Gripping your sword so hard it hurts, you try to take stock of what was happening and regroup. There wasn’t enough time to fully process it though. The small stretch of road — if you could even call it that — had devolved into complete and utter chaos in the blink of an eye, and you have to lurch to avoid the incoming swing of a huge battle ax before you can make any sense of it. But if there was one thing you knew, intrinsically, it was that there were too many of them for you to take on alone. It was too much for a single adventurer no matter how talented or skilled you may have been. 

You dance back, not even daring to breathe as you agily avoid the weapon swinging at you with so much force you not only hear the violent displacement of air but you can even feel it too. This was incredibly dangerous. One hit from that ax would shatter bones, possibly even crush organs, and you’d likely be dead before the day was through. You had to get away but — pivoting your body, you steal a split second glance at the helpless researchers. They were cowering at the feet of a girl, no older than yourself, who was holding them at blade point while the other Eremites quickly worked to unload the cargo before it all went up in smoke with the burning cart. You needed to get away but so did they. 

Clenching your teeth, you duck to avoid the next swing and dive under that huge, muscular arm to hit the dirt. You feel him shift behind you, alter the momentum and start to bring the heavy ax down right on top of you. Bracing for the destructive impact, you throw yourself forward into a stiff roll seconds before the ground erupts in a spray of dirt and grass that showers you in grime even when you skid to a halt some few feet away. Your heart feels like it’s going to slam right out of your chest as you frantically stumble to your feet on jelly filled legs, almost dropping your sword in your haste. 

You couldn’t believe you’d actually managed to avoid that hit … 

With a choked, gasping wheeze, you force yourself into a dead sprint, ignoring the thrumming terror that threatens to debilitate you as you dart across the road right towards the Eremite girl. You may not have been able to save their precious research but you could still save them! 

“Run!” You scream, making her turn. It was too late though. 

Leaning your shoulder into it, you slam into her so hard both of you go flying through the air to hit the ground in a heap. It knocks the air out of you (and her, by the sound of it) but you quickly roll away and struggle to your feet once again. There’s so much adrenaline pumping through your system you hardly even feel yourself moving, numb to everything going on around you, but you’re still distantly aware of the resulting scramble when the two researchers jump up to make a break for it. Good. At least now you could worry about yourself. 

But you don’t quite make it that far. 

The huge man with the ax is suddenly right on top of you — you hadn’t even seen him coming! Your heartbeat stutters a surprised beat and you just barely get your sword up in time to block his next swing. Unfortunately the force of it knocks your blade from your screaming hands, sending it pinwheeling up and away at such a high arc you could never hope to snag it and he doesn’t stop long enough to let you watch it fall back to the earth. 

One second you’re stumbling from the impact. The next he’s snatching a fistful of your hair to yank you towards him, and you collapse at his feet on your knees. Sharp, stabbing splinters of pain shoot through your body but it’s quickly overshadowed by the agony of him using his hold on your hair to pull you upright, damn near taking you right off the ground. Seething, you force your eyes open to glare daggers at him when he bends close and puts his face inches from yours in a clear, obvious display of intimidation. 

“That was a stupid thing to do.” 

“I’ll kill her!” The Eremite girl shrieks, scrabbling to get up. “I’ll skin her alive and put her head on a spike!” 

You go stockstill, lungs constricting painfully when you feel her reach for you. But, to your squawking surprise, the huge man physically drags you away from her and closer to himself like you were little more than a toy they were fighting over. 

“Wait, Siri. Not yet.” He warns, the low growl in his voice growing stronger, and you sway in his hold with a suffocating feeling of dread. What a terrible situation to find yourself in. “Let me have this one. You can play with her when I’m done.” 

“Do you really think I want your leftovers?” She snaps, both of them completely ignoring the way you wheeze between them. “She shoved me onto the ground, Aziz! She’ll be lucky if that’s all I do! I’m going to pluck out her eyes and - -“ 

“Enough, you two!” A third Eremite barks over. Still panting raggedly, you carefully turn your head even when it tugs at your hair to find another towering man standing some few feet away with one of the salvaged crates clutched against his chest. Idly, you realize the cart was almost completely engulfed in flames now and rapidly turning to smoldered ash. The guild was going to get such an earful from you if you made it out of this alive. 

“But - -“

“I don’t want to hear it!” The other man cuts her off again. “We need to get this stuff out of here. Now! Those two researchers escaped so we need to be long gone before they send in backup. Bring the adventurer if you want, I don’t care. Just get your asses in gear.” 

Clicking her tongue in annoyance, Siri shoots you a quick look that is no less chilling behind the red cloth hiding her eyes before stiffly pushing into motion. You watch her walk away to join the others, your stomach cramping with nerves, and it only gets worse when Aziz tugs on your hair to bring your attention back up to him again. 

“Looks like you got lucky today. In more ways than one, I’d say.” Pausing, he puts his head to one side to send the braid over his temple swinging, and you can’t quite shake the impression of being a helpless rabbit caught under a tiger's paw. He was so massive, and the way he looks at you ... “I admit, your swordsmanship was pretty good. You’ve got good instincts even if you don’t have the strength to back it up. Tell me, little adventurer. Where do you hail from?” 

You draw a steadying breath and try not to regurgitate everything that was in your stomach right down to the bile. “Mondstadt. I’m originally from Mond.” 

“I see. You’re a far way from home then. I hope no one there is going to miss you too much.�� 

~*~

They lead you into a camp, blindfolded and with your wrists bound behind your back, but you recognize the distinct sounds of daily life for what they are immediately. You can hear children shrieking and laughing, weaving in and out of your peripheral senses in what could only be play. There were women murmuring nearby, speaking so low you couldn’t make out what they were saying when the grizzled voices of older men seemed to drown them out. You can just make out what you think must be a dog snuffling around your ankles in a quick burst of sound before darting away when they drag you further in and, somewhere, a goat bleats. 

There’s sand under your feet now so you knew you were no longer in the lush rainforests of Sumeru but, rather, the desert. You’d never gone this far west before, precisely because of the grip the Eremites had on the area. Having heard plenty of stories about just how cutthroat they could be in the harsh environment they called home, you had wanted to avoid crossing paths with them if at all possible but a lot of good that had done you. 

The acrid, dry air seems to rob you of the ability to breathe and you stumble, gasping against the grit and oppressive heat, when Aziz shoves you through what must be a doorway. Abruptly you’re enshrouded in a blanket of cool that is so noticeably different from the temperature outside it actually makes you shiver at the sudden change. He doesn’t give you a chance to truly appreciate it or sigh out in relief though, simply pulling you by the arm even when you nearly trip over your own aching feet. 

His hand feels impossibly huge on your neck when he finally palms the back of it and shoves you down to sit on the floor, forcing your legs to splay under you at an awkward angle. Panting, you cautiously shift to settle on your butt even as he reaches up to loosen the knot he’d tied behind your head. It falls away with a quiet slither of fabric, and you blink into the gloom of what you quickly realize is a tent. His tent? You couldn’t be sure, and you weren’t entirely certain you wanted to know. 

“You don’t have to do this …” You whisper into the stillness, and he just scoffs. 

“You don’t even know what it is I’m going to do yet. Be patient, little adventurer from Mondstadt. You might like it.” 

You very much doubted that, but hold your tongue on the slim hope that compliance might see you through this in one piece. Even if your arms hadn’t been secured behind your back it was obvious you still wouldn’t have been much of a match against someone like him. He’d already thoroughly cemented that back in the forest. Because not only was Aziz incredibly tall, he was also filled out and thick with heavy muscle mass. Just one of his biceps looked like it was greater in width than your thigh and you fully believed he could crush you like a grape if he so chose. With no other option available, you grudgingly acquiesce when he turns you around to face him. 

He was still wearing his own blindfold, that rich red brocade hiding his eyes, but you recognized the way he looked at you even without being able to see them. You’re not entirely sure how he — or any of the Eremites — got around as well as they did without the use of their sight, and a tremor tears through you when he sedately reaches out to touch the side of your face. Not so much as a split second falter or other sign of hesitation. It was like he knew exactly where you were, like he could see through the material, and a fresh curling tendril of unease snakes through you at the thought of his people having some divinely appointed sixth sense. Was that why their strongest warriors covered their faces? 

“You’re filthy.” He suddenly announces, and you know it’s not just the grit of dirt and sand he’s talking about. You were thoroughly drenched in sweat from the trek out here as much as your earlier standoff with him, and it was now quickly cooling to settle a chill over your sore body. 

Jaw clenching, you turn your face from him. “Is it really any wonder? You almost took my head off back there.” 

Chuckling softly, Aziz drops his hand to rest on his bent knee where he’s knelt in front of you. “Sorry about that. If it counts for anything, Siri almost took it too.” 

You send him a slow, wary look. Was that really supposed to make you feel any better? 

He just offers up an indifferent shrug of his broad shoulders though, and then moves to straighten up. Watching him walk over to a big clay pot standing sentry a few paces away, you momentarily toy with the notion of running while his back was turned but immediately quash the thought. The grim reality of the situation was not lost on you. Not only did you have no idea where you were and even less of an idea how to get back, you also had no working knowledge of how to survive in the desert. Even if you could get past him and then all the other Eremites outside, escape the camp, what would you do then? No food, no water, not even any supplies or extra clothes to keep you warm when night inevitably fell. You’d be a sitting duck for any hungry predators out on the prowl if hypothermia didn’t catch up to you first. You’d heard how cold it gets after the sun sets out here, and you weren’t sure if you were brave enough to take the chance …

It doesn’t matter either way. Before you can even consider changing your mind Aziz returns with a shallow bowl and a rag which you regard suspiciously when he sets it aside. You could guess where this was going, but it still shocks you a great deal that he then reaches for the front of your clothes like it was the most normal thing in the world for him to be doing, and without so much as an ounce of shame to show for it either.  

“Wait - -“

“Hush, adventurer. I won’t hurt you so long as you play nice and remember not to bite the hand keeping you alive.” 

Swallowing hard, you numbly watch him take the front of your guild uniform in hand and casually pop it open with a sedate tug that sends buttons flying in either direction. They fall near silent across the worn tarp that serves as the floor of the tent, and you draw a slow, shuddering breath. Try not to linger on the way his heavy knuckles brush against your chest while he pulls the shirt open to expose the silk chemise underneath. Distantly, you start to wonder if he’ll untie your hands just to get you undressed, thinking you might have a chance to flee after all — but then he rips at the fabric, giving you a sudden jerk at the force, and your mouth drops open in shock when it simply tears from you in a ragged panel. 

Realizing he’s just going to peel it off you in pieces, you purse your lips into a tight line to stop yourself from crying out as he shreds your blouse to tatters and ribbons that fall to the floor around you in a pathetic heap. He does the same with the chemise and then your long skirt, pausing only long enough to yank away your boots, hose and, finally, your bloomers. You don’t give up the last without a fight but he doesn’t even seem to acknowledge all your squirming and twisting while he easily manhandles you to relieve you of your final dignity some moments later. 

Seething, you primly squeeze your legs together to hide your most intimate spot from him but it barely gives Aziz pause. One of those massive hands reaches out to clamp around your ankle and he none too gently drags you across the floor to leave you laid out on your back. Ignoring your incensed hissing, he shifts and settles into a cross legged position in front of you before reaching calmly for the bowl. 

“You remind me of a cat, you know that?” He murmurs, dipping the rag into the water to soak it through as you struggle back up into a sitting position.

“One of the Rishboland Tigers, I hope.” 

He outright laughs. “No. You are like a very small, very feisty kitten that hasn’t yet learned her place in this world.” 

You stiffen at that, narrowing your eyes at him, but he pays it little mind. Squeezing out the rag of excess water, he stretches his hand out towards your face again and you stubbornly try to crane your neck to escape it. Aziz just follows you though, and you give a startled little squawk when he finally presses the cool cloth into your cheek. 

“That’s cold!” 

Softly shushing you, he drags the rag over your skin to wipe away all the sweat, dirt and grime coating your face. Much to your grudging dismay you quickly find that it actually felt rather nice and he was not near as violent or brutish about it as his appearance would have suggested he’d be. It’s almost gentle, in fact, and you slowly find yourself relaxing into it with a stilted sigh. You would be glad to be clean again, even if you had to endure the humiliation of being washed like a child to achieve it. 

Cautiously roving your eyes up when he starts to work his way down your neck, you take a moment to really study him. You couldn’t say for sure if he was looking back at you or if the brunt of his attention was focused on the task at hand, but you try not to let that uncertainty dissuade you. After all, if he was bold enough to undress you like this then surely he could handle a bit of staring. And you think, with no shortage of surprise, that he was probably handsome under that mask. His jaw was smooth and well defined, housing a pair of full, kissable lips that purse slightly when he scrubs at a splotch of dirt on your throat. You still didn’t like him very much after he’d almost smashed you to bits with his giant ax and then kidnapped you, spirited away into the inhospitable desert, but you couldn’t exactly deny what was in front of you. 

Maybe if you’d met under (vastly) different circumstances … 

“Do you like what you see?” 

You sniff and look away to take in the rest of the tent. “Hardly.” 

Aziz chuckles again while he rinses out the rag in the dish before bringing it back to your skin once again. “Such a grumpy little adventurer … what are you doing so far away from home? I’ve heard Mondstadt is very different from Sumeru.” 

“It is,” You relent, hating yourself for leaning into his touch when he caresses over a throbbing spot on your shoulder. You must have banged it on the ground rolling around earlier, or maybe it was from plowing into Siri. “We don’t have any deserts or great big forests. Well … none like what Sumeru has, anyway. No tigers to worry about, either. All we’ve got are wolves, but they don’t usually attack humans.” 

He hums a quiet sound of acknowledgement, taking a moment to massage into the aching muscle under his heavy fingers when he sees the pinch in your expression. “You miss it.” 

It’s a statement, not a question, and you sigh. “Considering where I’m at right now, yeah. It’s kind of hard not to.” 

“Grumpy.” 

You try not to scowl at that, knowing it wouldn’t get you anywhere even if you kicked up a fit and fought him tooth and nail. At least he was being nice about it. That was one good thing in all this, you think — only to suck in a quick breath as he drags his hand lower to wipe your chest clean. You know it’s coming but it still pulls a quiet whimper out of you when the rag passes over your breast, catching at the nipple to send a static jolt through your body. Shirking, you try to twist away from him but it’s useless with your hands tied behind your back and he just follows you. The way he kneads and squeezes at the swell of flesh under the guise of cleaning you up doesn’t escape your notice, and neither does your reaction to it. But it horrifies you more than anything else and, steadying yourself, you try to rein it in. If ever there was a worse time for your baser urges to start taking over, this would have been it. 

But rather than lingering, Aziz soon switches to the other side which he gives the same level of patient attention to. A handful of groping squeezes, a brief pinch to the nipple and then he’s moving on again. Your breathing starts to pick up as he works his way lower, swiping the rag under your breasts to lift and nudge them against his thick knuckles. His skin is rough and calloused on yours wherever it touches, and you hate the way it makes you feel. Hot and flushed, and just ever so slightly sensitized in his wake. A shudder tears down your spine when he starts running the wet cloth over your stomach. 

“W - wait —“ 

He doesn’t wait. Doesn’t even so much as pause, and you try very hard not to yelp when he rather boldly swipes his hand from your bellybutton straight into the soft cradle of your thighs. Eyes widening in mute horror, you rock back and try to squeeze your legs shut to no avail. He just leans forward, invading your space again as his unoccupied hand comes up to wrap around the nape of your neck. You can’t quite believe it when he yanks you backwards and eases you onto the floor with perfect control that stops you from slamming your head back. It would have been quite impressive if only your heart didn’t feel like it was going to slam right through your ribcage and, mewling a desperate, frazzled noise, you make a last ditch effort to twist away. But he just holds you in place, keeping you pinned by the neck, while he bullies your thighs apart with the other hand. 

A faltering, highly embarrassing sound bursts out of you when the damp rag presses firm against your cunt at last. He pauses there a moment to squeeze at you through the cloth, almost idly grinding his palm down and making you twitch, before finally dragging it further down to run along the slit in your body. Left wheezing in the aftermath, you just lay there and try to wrap your head around this confusing turn of events. You couldn’t make sense of it. Although you’d expected it on some level, wasn’t this still a little … strange? 

The way he cleans you is almost so formal it seems to border on ritualistic. Like he was performing some kind of ceremony or rite. The horrifying thought that perhaps he was preparing you for sacrifice crosses your mind and you can’t quite stop from cowering when he pushes up to kneel on his knees beside you. But, to your squawking surprise, all he does is grab hold of your ankle again and uses it to pull you over onto your stomach like you were little more than an uncooperative toddler. 

“H - hey! I’m not a child you know!” 

“A great relief, I assure you.” 

Flushing red hot, you force yourself to grow still and just lay there while he wipes across your back and arms, your sides, running down to your ass and then lower still to get the backs of your legs. It was an altogether humiliating experience and not one you’d like to repeat any time soon, but you couldn’t deny you felt nice and fresh by the time he finally finishes up a small eternity later. Squeaky clean, even. It’s a great improvement from your earlier state, at least, and you don’t protest when he hooks a hand under your arm to help you sit back up. 

Deeply ruffled, you try to reorient yourself while he moves to dispose of the used water somewhere at the back of the tent. You once again consider making a run for it but … oh, it would be another matter entirely if they hadn’t blindfolded you! That was the only thing stopping you from trying. The very real possibility you’d pick the wrong direction and just end up wandering deeper into the desert without even realizing your mistake until it was much too late keeps you firmly rooted to the spot and certainly not because of the dull thrum in your cunt. Nope. Definitely not. 

Aziz comes close again, snapping you out of your stunned trance, and you glance up as he kneels in front of you to warily eye the petite bone carved container in his hand. It was shaped like a flower, and something about it makes every hair on your body slowly stand on end. 

“What is that?” 

“A gift, for the little adventurer from Mondstadt.” He says, giving you (what you think has to be) a sly smile. “Are you afraid of oils and creams as much as you are of me?” 

Your brow draws in uncertainty but you don’t get a chance to pick apart what he’s saying to find the meaning in it. Taking up the wiry bristled brush in his other hand, he unscrews the lid from the trinket and dabs the tip into whatever was inside. For a split second you think he’s going to put makeup on you for some inexplicable reason but then — the now smoothed brush looks wet when he reaches it out towards you, and you reel back with a gasp. He remains undaunted though, and you screw your eyes shut with a soft whimper. 

Startled confusion marches through your mind when he just presses the brush into the side of your neck though, and your mouth immediately pops open at how sticky and cool it is. Before you can yelp about the sensation, he drags a harsh line down across the column of your throat, making you shudder so hard you think you’re going to collapse. But then the sweet, cloying scent of myrrh and lavender mixed together floods your nostrils and you snap your head back up in disbelief. Perfume? 

“You look surprised,” He murmurs, reaching for the other side of your neck to draw another stilted line over your pulse. “Do you know what this is?” 

You shift, more than just a little uncertain and ill at ease now. “I … I don’t think I understand.” 

With a quiet hum, he dips the brush into the mysterious substance again. “You will. Give it time, and you’ll soon come to understand everything.” 

You haven’t the slightest idea what to make of that ambiguous statement. 

Struggling to maintain your calm, you watch his hand stretch out for you again but this time it arims towards your chest. You think he’s going to swipe that goopy liquid over the swell of your breasts but, much to your jolting surprise, he drags it straight down over your pert nipple instead. Stomach roiling at the sensation, you make another blithe attempt to lean away from it but just like every other time he follows you easily enough and flicks that bristled tip over the stiffened bud again. Your breath hitches when it almost immediately starts to grow warm and tingly, shooting a disbelieving look down at yourself even as he reaches to do the same to the other. 

“W - what is that — ahhn!” 

“Relax. You’ll feel good in a moment.” 

Somehow you didn’t believe that at all, and you start to tremble uncontrollably there on the floor. But it soon occurs to you that it’s not just nerves making you shake like a leaf. Your tits grow sensitive and flushed against the wafting air, curling to fine, tight points on your chest as the liquid quickly cools. It makes your blood pound harder, your breath come faster, and you can’t help but squirm at the almost painful knot that curls low in your gut. 

Dizzy now, you issue a quiet whimper into the still tent when you sway in a deeply intoxicated manner. “Dear, Archons - -“ 

You cut off with a startled yelp when he pushes you down again but you no longer have the presence of mind to fight it. Laying there twitching, you tip your chin to dazedly watch that massive hand curl around the meat of your inner thigh and pull your legs apart. Suddenly your nudity seems so stark and arousing it makes you gasp, eyes widening when you realize you’re getting wet. No, that wasn’t quite accurate. Your cunt was flooding and you wail an incomprehensible protest when he leans over you to bring the brush towards your defenseless slit. 

“Little adventurer,” Aziz croons, keeping your legs spread under his palm as he teases the tip of the brush over your lips. “You should have stayed in Mondstadt where they don’t have such big men and potent aphrodisiacs to turn your body against you.” 

Sucking in a harsh, rasping breath, you weakly fling your opposite leg up as if to shove at him but you miss by a wide mile and it just smacks back down to the floor, completely useless. It was like you’d been robbed of your motor skills and mental faculties in equal measure. It was hard just to think straight. 

“W — why?” 

Chuckling, he drags his hand down off your thigh to press into the meat of your labia and spread them, fully exposing your clit to the air. “I had fun playing with you earlier even if your little sword was no match for my ax. You still put up a good fight so of course I’d want to keep playing.” The soft haired brush slowly presses into the pulsing cluster of nerves and you go ramrod stiff, mouth falling open as if to scream but nothing comes out. All you can do is lay there, violently twitching, while he sedately drags it up and down, and side to side to draw even more sticky slick out of your body. “Unfortunately you are a very small adventurer and I am much too big for you to take easily. This will help you adjust to my size and even make it less painful too. You should be happy I’m showing you such kindness.” 

Your head positively swims at the explanation, neck lolling bonelessly on the floor of the tent while you desperately try to sort through it all and cling to your cognizance at the same time. It’s no use though. The effects of the drug sweep you up much too quickly and pull you under. You feel like you're drowning in it, your pussy thrumming and squeezing around nothing even when he finally pulls away from your throbbing clit some time later. 

There’s nothing at all you can do, not even protest, when he finds his feet and then leans down to haul you up against him. Clutched to his chest, you hang there in a lifeless, moaning heap while he walks to the opposite side of the tent where he deposits you onto a waiting bed of pillows that gently cradle your body when he sets you down. Paying no mind to your needy, gasping moans, Aziz leaves you there and retreats back to the clay pot you’d seen him fetch water from earlier to clean you with. On a distant, hazy level, you realize he’s going to wash himself next and you know you should probably be thankful for that. Know you should try to take this moment to escape even if it meant running buck naked out into the desert beyond his tent. 

But you just can’t bring yourself to do anything except writhe and twist on top of the mountain of pillows, blithely trying to squeeze your thighs together and rub out the ache between them without the use of your hands. It’s no good at all. Just utterly hopeless when your body was pulsing so hot and so fiercely your limbs didn’t want to cooperate. 

Idly, you think to try straddling one of the pillows so you can grind your cunt against it. 

Weakly, you roll over and attempt to wriggle yourself on top of one — any of them, it didn’t matter, any would do when your need was so great — but you can’t quite seem to manage. All it does is drag your stiff nipples over the fabric and the stitching, and you issue a low, faltering groan when you realize it’s just making it worse. It was hard to breathe. You felt like you were going insane with the need to be stuffed and filled, and stretched and pounded into unconsciousness. 

You’re so caught up in your suffering you almost don’t notice when Aziz finally returns to your side. You feel the pillows shift under you with the addition of his weight and you try to blink away the stupor at the same time that you abruptly realize you’re drooling. Grunting in surprise at suddenly finding that you were in such a state, you lift your head with an owlish blink. 

The effects of the aphrodisiac were starting to lessen, receding at least enough to clear your head by a small margin … 

Before you can celebrate, you feel his hands descend upon your bound wrists and the sensation of those calloused fingers on your skin punches an abrupt groan out of you. Okay, maybe the effects weren’t fading so much as your body was simply adjusting to the sudden, potent influx of endorphins but at least you could formulate a semi coherent thought now. 

You cling to that small silver lining with every fiber of your shuddering being as he gets the rope untied, freeing your arms at long last, and then rolls you over. The room spins for a brief moment but when your eyes focus and you manage to look down they nearly pop right out of your skull. Not only was he completely nude, so massive and thick with muscle it startles a tiny squeak out of you, but he was also rock hard. And much, much bigger than you could have even imagined. 

Somehow the fear of having that huge cock forced into your body seems to chase away a bit more of the muddled daze hanging over your head, and you bring your hands up in an awkward, uncoordinated rush to push at him. But when you jerk your attention up at his face, you stop dead in your tracks. 

His mask was gone. 

Aziz’s eyes were sharp and narrowly shaped to compliment the lean structure of his face, and his eyes … you suddenly forget how to breathe. You’d never seen irises so startlingly amethyst they looked like sparkling jewels. 

He watches your reaction carefully, the intensity of that bejeweled gaze boring into you even as he crawls over top of you to settle between your legs. The demanding nudge of his rigid cock startles you back to reality, and you suck in such a frantic gasp of air it claws on the way down. 

“No, wait - -“

His hand grabs under your chin and forces your head back so he can seal his mouth over yours and cut you off. You go ramrod stiff underneath him, eyes wide and wild even as you lift shuddering hands to weakly press into his chest. Archons, he was huge. The muscle bulges under your palms and tenses, flexing when he shifts against you to line himself up, and the full weight of what’s happening slams into you all at once. 

Visciously, you tear your mouth from his with a warbling, intoxicated shriek. “Please, I can’t take it! It won’t fit!” 

He issues a deep, rumbling chuckle and runs those thick, rough worn fingers across your flushed cheek to make you tremble anew. “You can. Do not fear it, little adventurer. I told you I wouldn’t hurt you, didn’t I?” Pausing, he teases your entrance with the blunt head, making you wheeze at the feel of him so heavy and thick against delicate lips. You reel underneath him and try not to hyperventilate, but he just keeps you pinned and mostly immobile under his sturdy frame. Finally, at length, he says, “Shall I show you how far into you I’m going to reach and give you something to truly be afraid of?” 

“Wha - -“ 

Jostling you when he pulls back, Aziz pushes up to put some space between your pelvis and his, and you almost sigh in relief when his cock retreats from your entrance. But then something fleshy and thick slaps down on your lower belly, effectively robbing you of the ability to breathe, and you slowly glance down at yourself in fast mounting horror. His cock stretches across your stomach, leaving a sticky trail of precum in its wake when he nudges his hips closer to line the base up with your cunt and settle into place. 

It feels like the earth itself is opening up under you to swallow you whole. He’s almost long enough to touch your bellybutton, and that was to say absolutely nothing of his girth. His size makes you look small and incredibly petite in comparison, so much slighter than him in every way that you feel more certain than ever that it’s not going to fit. There was no way it would. 

“Right here,” He intones, squeezing at the soft pouch around your middle and digging his thumb in for emphasis. “This is how much of you I am going to take for myself. Are you ready for me?” 

A half strangled sob bursts out of your mouth. “No, no, no, no —“ 

Ignoring your mouse squeak protests, Aziz repositions himself at your entrance and slowly leans into you, sinking into the tight heat of your body one staggered inch of him at a time. You go still as a statue at the oppressive, suffocating sensation, your hands blindly flying up to brace against his broad barrel chest, but you can’t even find the wherewithal to cry out. All you can focus on is the gradual stretch of your body, the way he forces your cunt to spread and make room for him under that stilted pressure and … much to your gaping shock it doesn’t hurt half as bad as you’d expected it to. There was still a pinch of discomfort, your body unaccustomed to taking something so large, but the aphrodisiac seems to have served its purpose. 

Not only were you soaked and pliant with arousal, but your guts were so soft now that he only needed to exert a small amount of pressure to ease further into you. There is no straining resistance, no tearing, no painful  force necessary to claim your much smaller body for his own. It was staggering to realize how little struggle your cunt actually offers up and you stare at the spot between you two with nothing short of dumbfounded fascination. 

Bit by bit, his length disappears inside you — a quarter, a half, two thirds and then … he’s seated in you straight down to the hilt, Aziz loosing a deep, hissing groan when his pelvis finally presses flush to yours. Whimpering, you spasm on his cock, disoriented and a little too shell shocked to do much of anything else. You’d never felt so full before. So stretched right to the limit and the total lack of pain sends your reeling mind spinning in an endless loop, just trying to grasp what was even happening. You never would have thought it was possible if you hadn’t seen it with your own two eyes. 

“Watch, little adventurer,” He murmurs, drawing a piece of you out of your stupor when he bends close to put his forehead against yours, that loose braid swaying forward to tickle your temple. “Watch how I take you and how your body welcomes me in. You are mine now, and this is the proof.” 

Meaningfully, he drags his amethyst gaze lower and, quaking wildly underneath him, you do the same, following his line of sight to look at where you’re connected. The muscles in his stomach flex, abdominals visibly tensing as he ever so slowly draws his hips back to drag against your inner sleeve. You very nearly go cross eyed at the sensation, so deep and unexpectedly pleasurable it almost sends you shuddering right over the edge, but you force yourself to keep watching. To watch how he pauses at the halfway point, his muscular waist swiveling forward to push back in, in, in, further and further until — the spot just below your bellybutton bulges up at the same time his pelvis meets yours again, and your mouth drops open in disbelief. 

He really was reaching that far into you. 

And you really had taken all of him. 

Wildly clawing at him for something to cling to, you let out a series of frantic, bleating sounds when he slowly starts to angle back again, watching that bulge in your tummy recede and disappear with the retreat of his cock only to come pushing right back in a moment later. You can’t seem to tear your eyes away from the spot on your lower belly where he keeps pushing up under the skin at an increasingly quicker pace, repeatedly punching the same spot into a soft, rounded bulge. A low ache starts to build deep in your body and somewhere in the back of your cotton stuffed mind you find the wherewithal to realize how sore you were going to be after this. The aphrodisiac would wear off eventually and you would be left in the aftermath to deal with the aching stretch, the throbbing reminder of how he’d felt moving inside of you and the lingering effects of getting pounded by something so big it felt like it was actively rearranging your guts. 

This was in no way what you’d signed up for when you took on this commission, nor is it why you left Mondstadt. 

It’s at that moment, when he’s working his hips hard and fast enough that a steady plap, plap, plap seems to dominate the space inside the tent that you realize you really did miss it. You missed Mondstadt and you wanted to go home. Soon. Immediately after he let you go. 

He would let you go … wouldn’t he?

⭐

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event | jan '23 blurb night

summary | the sweet camp nurse takes advantage of you during a fever spell.

pairing | soft!dark!camp nurse!ari levinson x camp counselor!reader

warnings | soft!dark!ari, non/dubcon (mayhaps ari drugs reader), fingering, forced orgasm, crying, mocking and humiliation vibes, praise, ari is so yummy to me <33333

word count | 891

requested by @onsunnyside | you’re a camp counsellor for the summer, spending the hottest months of the year by the lake and soaking up the sunshine. the kids love you, as do all of your fellow counsellors !! you’re up for anything, always ready to take the kids on a hike or participate in the activities (crafts are your favourite). you want them to look back at these days and treasure the memories !! oh but then you start feeling sick, waking up in a cold sweat and unable to fall back asleep. it’s so sudden that you brush it off like nothing, but then it happens again and again, and soon enough you’re utterly exhausted which isn’t good when you have a group of kids to keep entertained all day. the first person to notice your change in attitude is the camp nurse. admittedly you’ve got a little crush on Ari (who wouldn’t? 😌) he’s tall, handsome and beefy, and has the prettiest smile. you haven’t spoken to him much but you do enjoy staring at him when he tans on the boardwalk 😳“May I?” He holds his hand a few inches from your forehead. You nod, fighting back a shiver as his warm palm gently touches your skin. “You’re pretty warm. Why haven’t you come to see me earlier?” You shrug, ducking away from his disappointed stare. “You should focus on setting a good example, sweetheart. The kids look up to you, so you’ve gotta take care of yourself too.”

an | oh sonny 😵‍💫 no bc he would absolutely be the hottest camp nurse ever, your mind wtf 🫠🫠 so sweet, great with the kids, full of concern for you— it’s just too easy to trust him and that’s exactly what he wants 😔✋ THANKYOU for this brilliant thot bby!!

so he does really take notice so quickly; as soon as he sees you for the first time in your deteriorated state, he pulls you aside gently while motioning to your other team leader to take over in the meantime. he brings you back to the hallway by the restrooms and drinking fountains, where there's more privacy.

"everything okay, sweetheart?" though he already suspects you're burning up. "here, can i feel for a fever?" his hand is so gentle on your tender head, and you're so woozy you honestly just want to lean into the soft, comforting touch. he sees you being lulled a bit by the contact and his face softens. "c'mon, i'm taking you back to the nurse's cabin. you need some ibuprofen and a nap."

he goes and checks in with the rest of the team for a moment, making sure your position will be covered until you can return. then you start off on the walk over to the cabin. it's somewhat tucked away, on the edge of the group of buildings. "you need me to carry you, honey?" he offers several times, but you're too shy and embarrassed to accept, despite feeling like you could tip over at any moment.

the cabin's interior looks a lot like a school's nurse's office. a few cots lined up with drawable curtains on tracks placed in the ceiling. some medical gear over on a counter with a sink, along with packets of crackers and bottles of water. ari's station is a little desk over by the door. the place looks surprisingly pristine compared to the state of the rest of the facility. "don't get many visitors?" you ask as he guides you over to a bed, laying you down gently after placing a paper napkin under your head.

"nope, honestly only a few scrapes or bruises here or there. but i don't mind," he tells you as he washes his hands before grabbing a thermometer and returning to you. "open up, angel. that's it," he hums as he guides the covered wand into your mouth. a few seconds later it beeps. "a hundred and two," he tells you with a frown. "poor thing."

he grabs you a water and some meds out of a little safe in the cabinet under the counter before returning to you, "here you go, sweet girl. careful taking those down," he reminds you.

you take them and try to lay back and rest as he tells you, but pretty quickly, you concerningly start to feel worse. a lot worse. you're hot all over now, writhing not from pain, but from something else- some sort of ache, deep in your tummy, you can't quite identify. from his seat at his desk across the room, ari notices your discomfort. "honey? you okay?"

"n-no, feels worse, feels-" he looks alarmed as he rushes over to you again, closing the curtains around your cot for some privacy before sitting on the edge of the blue mattress beside you, reaching out a gentle hand to place on your forehead once again. "oh angel, it's even worse than before. what's wrong, darlin'? you're so restless..."

his hand trails down to sit on your chest, feeling your heart beat heavily at a concerning speed. humiliatingly, you've begun to rub your legs together in desperation without even thinking. ari fakes concern, but really it's all going according to plan. "sweetheart," he coos, "what's the matter? something going on down here?" he gestures with his gaze. you're in tears at this point, writhing shamelessly as you start to let out the sweetest, softest whimpers he's ever heard. "shh, pretty girl. let me see. it's okay, don't cry," his voice is so steady, so soothing as he brings his hand down to pull at your leggings, your panties coming with as brings them below your knees.

you're soaking wet, dripping down onto the cot below. his brow furrows in concern. "oh no, honey. looks like you're burnin' up down here, too, huh? here, let me take a closer look," he leans down to examine your mess, easing your legs apart a little as he parts your folds with both of his big hands. "look how swollen it is down here, poor baby. here, just let me help you, angel..."

you begin to protest as he presses two fingers into your aching cunt, jerking sensitively as his thumb finds your clit. "p-please ari, this isn't-... we can't..."

"shhh," he shushes you, quickly finding your sweet spot as his thumb rub rub rubs in tight circles over your puffy button. "this is exactly what you need, y/n. gonna feel so much better, just gotta be a good girl and cum for me"

you have no strength to fight it, to fight him, and it doesn't take you long to get there at all. he brings a hand up to brush away your tears as he murmurs softly, "there- you're close, aren't you? come on, sweet thing. let go for me."

you sob through your orgasm, your needy hole clenching down with impressive strength against ari's massive fingers. he brushes your cheek and keeps whispering sweetly to you as you cum, "good girl, such a good girl for me. there you go, angel. doesn't that feel better?"

mmmm um, i need this. i need that. please.

#eun's writing #eun's blurb nights #jan ‘23 blurb night #ari levinson #ari levinson smut #dark!ari levinson #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x y/n #ari levinson headcanon #ari levinson drabble #ari levinson blurb #chris evans #chris evans smut #ari levinson fanfiction #chris evans fanfiction #the red sea diving resort #ari levinson au

[onsunnyside]

poor duck has been sick for a couple days but she's finally feeling better !! to bad all shes left with is the puffy eyes, swollen lips, and some sniffles 😊 luckily for little duck her sweetest step-brother Ari's been taking care of her, but oh how cute she looks when she sleeps all cuddled into him - would be a shame if Ari couldn't control himself anymore i mean honestly he deserves a treat for taking such good care of you

Oh my ✋😵‍💫🤚(Somno below)

Ari’s fingers dance over his keyboard, the screen illuminates his dim bedroom and reflects in his eyeglasses. He’s shirtless and his chain sits on his hairy chest—you want nothing more than to cuddle him, but you’re too weak to move.

Instead, you just wait for him to notice you’re awake. You blink up at him with soft and tired eyes, your lips puckered in a pout. You try to speak but end up with a coughing fit.

Ari is quick to hand you some water, placing his palm on the middle of your back as you take slow sips. He briefly touches your forehead, it’s still hot and you’re starting to sweat again.

“Poor duck, I think it’s time for your bath, hm?” He rubs you head gently, “then, we’ll get some food and medicine in you and you can go to sleep again.”

“…yeah, but can you carry me, please?” You ask. “My body is still all achey…”

Ari moves away his laptop and pushes aside the sheets, his eyes zeroing on your cotton panties. He licks his lips, seeing the outline of your folds “Well, let’s get you all clean.”

He takes you to the bathroom, thankfully not meeting any of the guys on the way. They’ve been attentive too, but Ari was always the one to take care of you whenever you’re unwell—“she’s my stepsister, she’s my responsibility” was his excuse but his frat bros know it’s also because you get so clingy and sleepy when you’re sick, and Ari’s a possessive asshole.

You sit on the closed toilet lid, yawning and wiping your nose with the sleeve of your sweater. “So sleepy… do I have to bathe now?”

Ari switches on the water to a comfortable setting. “Yes, and I promise you’ll feel a lot better afterward.” He cups your warm cheeks, his heart swells as you lean into his touch. “What if I go in with you, duck? That way you could go to sleep if you want.”

“Will you?”

“Of course. I promised I’d always take care of you, didn’t I?”

You do fall asleep in the bath, naked and on his lap. Ari works on washing you, getting you all clean and refreshed.

He can’t resist the temptation and plays with your pretty folds under the water, rubbing your button as you squirm and whine. He even goes further and makes you give him a pussyjob while you sleep. The water splashes over the tub, you softly moan in his ear and come all over his cock—and he makes sure to come inside you with just the tip breaching your little hole.

#fi drabble #fi: thots #fi: fluff #fi ask #tw stepcest #fic drabble #stepbrother!ari #rush ask #rush drabble #rush: thots #rush: fluff #fic ask #tw somnophilia #tw somno

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🚨SPOILERS FOR FANTASY HIGH JUNIOR YEAR EPISODE 7🚨

Dimension20 "Fantasy High Junior Year"

Episode 7 "Stress Tested"

Timestamp: 00:01:22

Video Length: 2min. & 12sec.

THE TURNCOAT HOTTIES! 😂

The recap with the shrimp jump! 😂

Ally doing the iconic hand-wave, the iconic glad-handing move and the iconic point and laugh! 😂🤣💀

Brennan: "It's always happy hour when you're at Applebee's." 😂

They met turncoats! 😂

Murph: "We did meet some turncoats." 😂🤣💀

Brennan: "Now, when you say turncoats, against whom? Like, what cause are they betraying?"

Ally: "Just like her" 😂🤣💀

Brennan: "Remember the mirror that Fabian was in love with at the beginning of the season?"

Ally: "She was a turncoat!"

Lou: "Ecaf!"

Emily: "She died."

Lou: "She's dead."

Brennan: "She died."

Lou: "We should have a funeral."

The awesome caption team: (overlapping dialogue)

Lou: "Oh, she betrayed us, yes."

Brennan: "There's so many lies Fig is living right now.

1. Gorgug defeated the Night Yorb.

2. Kristen jumped the ramp.

and 3. Ecaf died." 😭✋

Siobhan: "No, she didn't die, she ran away 'cause she's a freakin' turncoat, and we saw her running away into the distance. She's definitely not living a full life inside my jacket."

Brennan: "Exactly."

Ally: "I would say, like, we thought these new people were on our side, so they did technically turn their coat on us."

Emily: "Wait, which new people are you talking about?"

Murph: "The people at the party- that were trying to get us- to do drugs"

Ally: "All the hotties." 😭✋

Siobhan: "The hotties."

Lou: "All these absolute hotties."

Brennan: "We met two hotties. We met Oisin."

Ally: "We met many hotties." 😭💀

Brennan: "We met many hotties." 😭✋

Siobhan: "There were so many hotties." 😭✋

Brennan: "Max Durden? Yeah, I guess Max Durden-" 😭✋ (Max Durden is HOT, Brennan! What do you mean you guess! 😭✋)

Emily to Ally: "You just like the last name Durden."

Ally: "Like, that's a hot last name, sorry. Scumbag mole behavior." 😭✋

Siobhan: "Yeah."

Emily: "That's good."

Siobhan: "He had real line cook energy."

Brennan: "We met Oisin and Ivy, as well as Buddy Dawn, the last three members of the Rat Grinders who were present at the party."

Ally: "Honestly, also hot."

Siobhan & Brennan: "Buddy?"

Brennan: "Buddy Dawn?"

Siobhan: "Get it together."

Emily: "Seriously, do you need a cold shower?" 😭✋

Siobhan: "You're too horny."

Ally: *laughs* "no, no, no. I just mean you introduced us to all these kinda A-Lister, the ones in the nice, new black jerseys that are like, well-funded and have a German coach." 😭✋

Brennan: "I will say-"

Ally: "You know what I mean?"

Brennan: "I will say-"

Zac & Murph in unison: 'The Mighty Ducks 2 Reference.'"

Lou: "Yes."

Ally: "Name a hotter movie. I'll wait..." 😭✋

Siobhan: "I instantly was like, are you talking about 'Pitch Perfect 2'?"

#dimension 20 #dimension20 #blog #fantasy high #fantasy high junior year #stress tested #fantasy high stress tested #fantasy high junior year episode 7 #fhjy ep 7 #fantasy high scene #fantasy high junior year scene #dimension20 scene #queue #the bad kids #bad kids #the intrepid heroes #intrepid heroes #the turncoats #turncoats #brennan lee mulligan #emily axford #zac oyama #lou wilson #brian murphy #murph #ally beardsley #siobhan thompson #ecaf

[9w1ft]

Hi! I've been a lurker since 2018 ✋I remember I got Tumblr installed and only following your blog. It still amazed me bcs I remembered the time when it was quiet, people were tired and leaving and now kaylor is in the media (again). I'm glad my introduction to Taylor's music is through kaylor. It hits different!

hey anon!! wow! so you and i have been on this journey together the whole time then huh! 😌 rep siblings unite 😌 taylor’s music really does hit different though a kaylor lens. such a singular, complex story of a muse and her circumstance. a demonstrably calamitous love and insurmountable grief, a story that matches up so well to the stakes taylor works so hard to sing about in her art.

i remember it too, all the patterns over and over and over again. at one point i used to be able to set a calendar reminder and predict the next cycle of counter kaylor rumors 🤭 felt like every 9 months or so we would start the cycle again. the rumor du jour.. du.. anuelle… like seasons of a show with a different main antagonist each time. and what a group it is. you know my go-to metaphors, it’s like buffy… it’s like batman… and we are all villains running around glendale… or gotham, etc. i’ve memorized the cast of characters, their strategies and gambits, their leading questions, the insecurities masked as confidence… and i’ve memorized their patterns not out of curiosity, but because they can’t ever help themselves: they throw themselves upon you, again, and again, and again… and again. heck, it’s even gotten to the point where i can look at any given comment from any newbie and see the lineage light up like a beacon, identify the number of people through which a talking point was probably disseminated and readjusted by a shell account and disseminated again before it became delivered to me with the promise of earnestness, despite looking, and quacking, like a duck.

oh dear, i went on a tangent 😭 anyway, yes, so in the 5 years we’ve been here, we have definitely experienced the quiet. whenever things transition into a new season of life, moods shift and then things inevitably get scorched or poisoned, people puff up their feathers and create a sense of dominance or victory, people stray or leave or even turn around on you. but i’ve never wavered.. so many of us have never wavered. because we’ve never had to. and we don’t have to make things up; all we have to do is wait. sure, it gets quiet, but then, always, the kaylor tide comes back in like a flood and with it, always, a mix of old and new faces, excited by the treasure that the waves brought to shore this time, because kaylor is and always will be around.

#far be it from me to be dramatic #but you know… 🤷🏻‍♀️ we’ve come too far not to want to be dramatic every once in awhile

[igetaroundyk]

i went to my local teams game tonight with my family (we won 7-3 if u care) so i sadly didn’t get to see my babygirls absolutely eat up the ducks (joey i’m talking about you🩷)

but i watched some highlight vids and holy shit do i have many things to say.

- joey. baby. i love you so god damn much. i seriously was watching and every save i was like “yep i need to talk about this” “oh shit no this one” “BUT THAT ONE.” i genuinely can’t pick a favorite but joey just know ur shining bright like a diamond.

- i feel like a terrible wife for missing my wifey vince’s goal. him and matty read each others minds in that moment i swear. i wanna kiss them both. also side note i think tatar gave vince a lil booty smack on his way to the bench 😏

- while we’re talking about tatar his backhanded goal... oh my godddd this man is swindling me easily and i’m not mad. vince was absolutely in awe over tuna has he did his cute lil celly too :,)

- sadly i’m going to mention trevors m*chigan. i’ll give him credit, very cool goal ok ✋🤚 but never 🫵 EVER 🫵disrespect my squids like that again 🖕

i feel like i could go on forever so i’m going to stop myself here. goodnight 🤭

#kraken lb #late but you get it #seattle kraken #that’s kraken hockey baby #i love my silly girlys

[pockyyasii]

you got invited to my wedding <33

i missed it 😭✋

goddamn timezones 💀🧯

it was ducking 12:11am for meee 😭💀

congrats tho!!

when’s the honeymoon-? 🥹🍾🌖

[evangelinesbible]

this is for your funky ass ask game🙄😒 i couldn’t choose between the two so i decided to give you both (im extra). princess eva reminds me of daffy duck from looney tunes and clover from totally spies.

daffy is the epitome of a drama queen lmao, he has an air around him that screams high maintenance and i want it that way (virgo aka 🫵🏾). he’s witty and arrogant (in your case it’s confident), but at the same time you can’t help but love him. he’s also the face of the show let’s bfr and draws in attention just as easily. loves his friends like they’re married but treats them like they’re divorced (us🤭). daffy is also all about his money too (music for you), he’s intent on earning or owning smth on his terms and doesn’t let much get in the way of it.

clover clover clover lmao. she’s gorgeous and she knows it, but has the habit of doubting herself behind closed doors once it’s all said and done. she’s fun and quick to defend her friends, but not afraid to tell them off either (or challenge their opinions). because sam and alex are the “libras” of the group, clover brings in the balance by being the “aries”. clover hyper-fixates on the things she loves—music, fashion, boysss (winnie hacker for you lmao) but it’s because she knows them best. also the secret jokester of the group but only her friends see this side frfr, strangers wouldn’t understand because she’s not joking with them😀.

big6

sagittarius asc at 22° | 10h libra sun at 22°

7h cancer moon at 2° | 10h libra mercury at 16°

10h scorpio venus at 8° | 2h pisces mars at 2°

Plssss Winnie hacker?! 😭✋

I love the characters you chose for me lmao daffy is a drama queen that’s so true 😭

Ok if didn’t know you and someone just told me your placements and nothing else I’d go-

You’re ASC is conjunct my Pluto exactly(no wonder you’re obsessed with me🥱) but I digress I love Sagittarius rising’s, they’re fun, wise, and since they land in my 4H I see them as family/safe people. I used to be very indifferent on Libras but they kinda growing on me a lil 🤭. Libras are typically very sweet and understanding people, which you are. Your sun is in my 2H which gives a sense of protection for each other and a dynamic that feels grounded. A 10H sun and mercury gives me someone who’s well rounded in how they present themselves and how they speak to others. Especially since yours in in Libra you are a peacemaker and a civil person (when your not being rank booty). Now I do love me some Scorpio placements so you get a pass there I guess 🙄. Especially since it’s opposite mine and that’s an opposites attract type of vibe. The only things in your chart that make me go 😬 is your cancer moon and Pisces mars. Now I’ll give your cry baby moon a pass since it’s in my 11H and that’s great for friendships. But that’s Mars? Nahhhhhh bruh you gots to go 🚶🏽‍♀️you lucky yours conjuncts my Uranus and not my sun cuz I feel like if yours was conjunct my sun I wouldn’t be able to stand you 😭 (I’ve had that synastry before and oml I wanted to kill that hoe)

Overall vibe, yous a real one shawty🗣️🗣️🗣️ it’s still on sight when I see you tho…

[sonic-an-shadow]

Hey Shadow, are you still jealous of the rubber ducky Sonic has? Would you like a rubber ducky resembling Sonic?

I'm not jealous I'm -😒😒

Yes he still is.🙂🙂

... 😒😒

... He's been brooding over the fact that he lost at his own trial against Sir Lancelot. 😌😌😏😏

I haven't been brooding. 🙄🙄😒😒

Then what do you call it then? 🤨🧐🤔

... 😒😒

...? 🤨🤨Sulking? Pouting? 🤨🤨

Sonic, hush. I haven't been doing any of that. However, they gave me the option to have my own rubber duck, and I'm going to take it. 😒😒😏😌😌

✨😲✨

YOU WANT ONE TOO!? 😃😃😃OH THEY'LL BE SO CUTE TOGETHER SHADS!!🥰🥰 THEY'LL BE LIKE OUR CHILDREN!! 😊😊❤❤

No. 😒

😃😃😃....... 💔💔

WHY NOT!?😫😫 IT'LL TOTALLY BE CUTE!! 😫😫🥺🥺

Because, I'm going to train my rubber duck to beat yours, Sonic. 😈😈🫵🫵

WE WILL NOT HAVE OUR CHILDREN BATTLE FOR YOUR SILLY PRIDE SHADOW!! 😡😡😤😤

What are you babbling about?🤨🤨🤨 Since when were they our children?🧐🧐 They're not even hedgehogs. 🤨🤨

So what?🤨🤨 I love them like my own, Shadow. Not every family is blood. 😌😌💗💗

They don't even have blood in them. 🤨😐😑😒

WHATEVER!! ✋😤Just know, I will not allow you to make them into tools. 😡😡

... 😐😐The other one isn't even here yet. 😒😒

Practice makes perfect. 😉😉Isn't that right, Sir Lancelot? 😌😌😚😚

... 😕😕This can't be happening. 😑😑

But it is, Shads.😌😌 It's happening and it's real. It's a real time experience. 😈😈

... 😐😑😐🙁🙁

When we get our second child, I want you to love it, and care for it. 😌😌😊😊Just as we do for Sir Lancelot. 😘💕

I never even-😒😒

JUST LIKE WE DO SIR LANCELOT!! 😡😡

... 😐😐😐

.... 😠😠😕😕😌😌😮‍💨😮‍💨😇😇...Yes, anon, Shadow would love a ducky version of me, he'd be ecstatic to have it. 🙂🙂

... 😒😒

#sonic x shadow #sonic the hedgehog #sonic prime #sonadow #shadow x sonic #shadow the hedgehog #shadow #lgbtq #pride #gay

[screampied]

PNAGYEBSUSHAHAJSJ sorry PANTY AND STOCKING LAUOUT I DUCKING LOOOOOVVEREEEEEBPANTH AND STOCKING I JS SAW IT AND SQUEALED I LOVE PANTY AND STOCKING UR LAYOUT IS SO FREAKING CUTE VEGAS1!1!1!!2!2!!1!1! IT WAS MY FAV I WATCHED IT A BIT AGO AND GOT OBSESSED I LOBOFOWOECECECE PANTY AND STOCKING SM AND GARTERBELT TOO AND EVB IN IT > 0 <

sorry

HIHI VEGAS I HEART UR THEME :3333333

— pearl anon

ODKGOHLLHLH THANK YOU GORGEOUS :💛💛 i’ve been itching to change it so bad but wifey edged me until april tehe, i like how it came out tho yaaaaay !!

AWWWW i recently started watching it to n it’s so silly, the dub is just gold. i love panty she’s just like me ✋🌚 and HIII PEARLYYYY BAE

#☆━━voicemails. #pearl anon #🧁 #also i got ur choso req #i’ll work on it soon can’t wait :PPPP