#By bad I meant pain in the ass to draw

[blastthechaos]

Watch me draw a Zarcray (Near Full Body) before doing a Full body Naejunko drawing, but I guess it fits that they're the penultimate drawing I can make in this notebook.

Zarc's clothes are a pain in the ass to draw, and Ray has a shitty haircut and she should feel bad/J

[ninjadeathblade]

Stuck in the cycle where:

• I know what my characters looks like

• I want to draw my characters

BUT

• I don't want to try and draw them because I get impatient and they won't turn out exactly how I want it first try

[fragglerockopinions]

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[bi-writes]

I LOVED how you wrote ghost and badass!reader omg 🫶 If you’re comfortable, would you be open to writing protective boyfriend ghost at the pub? Some oblivious guy is creepy when ghost goes to get drinks. He has no idea what he’s gotten himself into when ghost returns.

ill take any opportunity to write about my favorite lieutenant spilling blood for love (18+)

he has been gone for too long. your glass is empty, and the crowd is filling the room, and it's loud. you lose him, even the size of him is swallowed by how many people are moving around, and you sigh as you lean your head into your hands and wait for him.

you know he must hate this. the people. the noise. it's hot, too, and you know he'll complain a little about the stickiness of his mask when you get home.

you gasp when there's a splash of something against your back. you cry out in anger, and when you turn, there's two men cackling as they come into your space.

"ohhhh!" the lankier one giggles drunkenly, and his eyes make you uneasy. his hair is curling from the sweat along his brow, and the dark pieces of it fall in front of his face, drawing low shadows over him. he's the one holding the drink that just spilled down your back. "s-sorry, luv--" he hiccups, and you glare.

"fuck off," you snap, and it's then that you realize you've made a mistake. something ugly flashes across his face, and his friend notices, a bleach-blonde with an uneven haircut, and he whistles a little.

"oh, fuck, mate--she wants a fight."

you scoff, shaking your head. "if you aren't gonna apologize for spilling that shit on me, the least you can do is get the fuck out of here."

"oi, you got a fuckin' mouth on ya, lovie," the dark-haired one growls. you sit up a little straighter, brushing off some liquid that's spilled onto the table. they're cornering you, you realize, when the blonde one takes a seat across from you and the other traps you in the booth by sitting next to you.

"i'm not going to ask you again," you say firmly. "get your ass off this seat and move along."

"you're one of those, aren't you?" the one next to you gets uncomfortably close. "one of those feminists? that thinks men are useless, and that you're meant for something more than the fuckin' kitchen?"

you frown, your mouth opening slightly, and you shake your head, "excuse me?"

"you lot," he comes closer. "think you're hot shit. but y'r all fuckin' slags. only thing you're good for is opening y'r fuckin' legs."

you jump visibly when he grabs your thigh roughly, and you're about to react when a gloved hand finds the back of his head and slams it down against the wood of the desk.

you squeak when he cries out in pain, his nose pointing at unnatural angles, and blood splatters the table and the denim of your jeans. you lean back, but then those gloved hands grab the back of his shirt and yank him out of the booth, tossing him onto the floor. he skids across it, wet with spilled drinks, and he doubles over, coughing, cradling his face as he sobs.

you swallow hard when ghost finally turns his head back to the table. his chest is heaving, and he squeezes his hands in and out of fists when his eyes land on the helpless blonde that still somehow sits across from you.

"no--" he holds his hands up. "n-no, w-we were just--"

"just what?" ghost snarls, tilting his head to the side as he looks at him. you suck in a shaky breath, frozen in your seat, and you almost feel bad for the poor thing. but then you replay the words, the way they looked at you, how one of them put a hand on you. you relax a little, blinking, and you realize it must be acceptance.

you take a dog with you when you go out. it's not your fault people don't realize their bite hurts.

ghost takes a step towards him, boots heavy, and he runs. he bolts, running away, out the back door, and he leaves his friend to cradle his bloody face against his shaking hands all by himself. the crowd was quiet for a moment, but the mood softens when ghost turns away, letting out a low breath. people realize the show is over, and they shuffle back in place.

there is blood on the back of your hand. before you can touch it, a gloved hand reaches out and smooths his own over you, wiping it away. you sniffle, looking down, and he comes closer to crowd your space. you feel only warmth with him there, and your lip trembles a little.

"s-sorry, i--"

"wot are you apologizing for?" simon mutters. "apologizin' for those fuckin' twats, luv? don't want t'hear it."

he grunts, shaking his head, and he tugs on your arms, bringing you closer.

"c'mere," he tilts your head up, putting a few fingers on your chin and staring down at you. he narrows his dark eyes, and you smile, just a little, sadly. "was almost too late." he looks behind him, and you see a few feet away, there's two drinks spilled on the floor, glass shattered where he dropped them. "saw him put his fuckin' hands on you, 'n--"

you put a hand on his forearm, digging your nails in there gently. you shake your head.

"it's okay. doesn't matter." you laugh a little. "kinda hot."

you notice him raise a brow, and he tilts his head to the side, and he hums.

"oh, that right, luv?" he leans in, closer, and when he touches your hands, blood comes off on your hands. you smooth your hands against his own, gripping them firmly, and you look up at him as you smile knowingly.

simon would do unspeakable things for you. and that idiot was lucky to go home with his hands still attached. it should scare you that you know this, that you know this is a fact. it's dark, it's cruel, but it's yours, and you like the way it tastes in your mouth.

you like the way revenge feels against your tongue, the sound that love feels between your teeth. this love is fucked and raw, and it will tear you apart, but you can't wait for it, to feel it, the thin line between pain and pleasure. simon pushes the boundary between good and bad, and for once, the blood feels warm, and he paints you with it, and it's fucking poetic the way you look at him now.

pretty eyes, big eyes, eyes that tell him she's going to fuck you when she takes you home.

"yeah, big man," you murmur, and you feel something hot go through you when his eyes drop to your lips for just a second. just enough time for you to know he's losing his resolve. one thought about getting his hands on you, and he falls, and it's pathetic, but he's so fucking hard, he doesn't care. "it's hot."

and when he forces you to look in the mirror later, when it's dark and it's just the two of you, you realize there is blood on your face, and his hands are dirty with filth.

but when he goes to take the gloves off, you don't let him.

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

hi there, could I get poppy playtime (if that is to many characters then just catnap and dogday are fine) with a reader that has pica (if you don't know what that is it is where a person can tend to eat or bite on things not edible, like paper, erasers, eca)

I can do a few!

.....

Huggy (saved/rescued) + Poppy

While in his "idle mode" on the podium, he sees you munching on a piece of paper like lettuce and then plush stuffing like it's cotton candy.

And then you just snatch the key from him and move onto the next puzzle, and he goes "???????"

Why did you eat those things? Did they somehow sustain your hunger?

Huggy only gets to learn more after you save him from falling (and tame him with an actual edible snack you brought along), taking a breather after freeing Poppy from her box.

When he grabs one a random paper, you assume he wants to draw something as a way to communicate...until he starts chowing it down.

In his mind, humans DO eat paper and he's been starving and cannibalizing toys (and trying to eat you) for nothing...

But then he spits it out, picking shredded bits out of his teeth, before glaring at you as if you told him to eat that.

You're a little scared and confused until Poppy explains that he was only trying to mimic what you do, and she asks why you eat such random little things.

Eventually you explain to the pair of your condition called "pica".

You've had it most of your life, with an official diagnosis to boot, but it never really hurt your digestive tract.

Over the years you've cut the habit, although being stuck in this factory meant you had to find other sources of food...even those not even considered food at all.

Some of your coworkers knew about it, and their only complaint was the occasional eraser going missing thanks to you (which you deny stealing...most of the time).

"I always joke about having a cast-iron stomach," you tell the toys. "Food is the least of my......"

But you pause and look at Huggy, realizing he might be offended by you shrugging off food as negligible to your survival.

No matter what, though, it's not gonna stop him from trying different non-food items and seeing what tastes good.

He might've eaten pieces of clothing and plush fabric/stuffing over the years, albeit none of it was delicious by itself.

Dogday

"They want nothing more than to crawl beneath your skin and eat away at you bit by little bit--fill what feels empty inside themselves."

"Jesus, that sounds horrific." You say as you crunch on a piece of chalk (one of several that you got from the schoolhouse) nonchalantly.

Dogday takes immediate notice and is rather concerned. He knows the chalk and crayons here are made to be non-toxic, but insists they're not safe for human consumption.

He fears it's gonna kill you and begs you to stop, saying you needed to live.

Before you could fully explain your condition, the mini-critters are closing in, so you free him and haul ass out of the playhouse of horrors.

After making it somewhere safe where you could patch him up, he presses you on why you continue to eat all these foreign objects.

But he jumps to the conclusion that you got desperate after running out of food, going mad from hunger like the other toys did...

He recalls Picky Piggy going through something similar, and he gets a bad flashback to the Hour of Joy when he had to stop her from eating Crafty's paint....and the corpse of a Smiling Critter -

"Dogday? Hey stay with me..it's okay. I'm here, I'm here.." You console him, calming him down from his panic attack. "I'm not going crazy, alright? I just have this small condition called pica."

"...p-pica? Oh. I thought...kids grow outta that.." He mutters, finding familiarity with that term.

He's had his fair share of toddlers putting things in their mouth that could be choking hazards.

You shake your head, explaining that it stuck with you, but it doesn't cause your stomach any pain as long as you're careful about what you eat.

Dogday's relieved you're not losing it.

Even so, though, he's gonna feel nervous if he catches you eating another piece of chalk.

But it's just his instincts as a child caretaker, so you couldn't blame him.

Catnap

He hangs out in the shadows for the most part, watching your every move...and he does pick up on your strange habit of eating non-food objects.

It's something orphaned toddlers in the playhouse often did, and he'd see the other Smiling Critters hurry to take the items away from them before any emergencies happened.

But those memories mean nothing to him.

All he's doing is waiting for you to eat the wrong thing and keel over.

Unfortunately for him, you just keep trudging on, munching on a crayon like it's normal before throwing your gas mask back on.

He doesn't know how you manage to stomach so many things, and honestly is kinda envious.

Why can't he and the others sustain their hunger like you did?

It does make for some rather..amusing situations, though. Such as when you're in the smoke factory and use the elevator to escape him.

You just stand there as the doors close, eating some chalk and crunching it loudly without breaking eye contact with Catnap's horrific eldritch form.

Obviously, you're stress-eating at that point, but he doesn't have to know.

Miss Delight

The schoolhouse was like a cafeteria for someone with pica, aka you.

While looking for generators, you just pick up whatever you find: erasers, chalk, crayons, etc. and start biting them, or even chewing and swallowing them.

It only succeeds in angering Miss Delight right away, as she sees you doing all of this and snaps at how "childish" you are for eating things you shouldn't.

But you when shout back that you have pica, the PA system suddenly goes quiet.

Like Dogday and Catnap, that definitely triggered some memories for her, which she dwells on for a while before realizing you were still in the school..

And seeing you eating stuff makes her howling stomach grow louder.

"Barb" says you're mocking her own hunger, especially since she notices you gathering the notes she left around the place, and insists on killing you.

When you finally do encounter her, she is visibly disturbed by you crunching on a piece of chalk and throwing it to the ground to distract her, buying you time to break eye contact and flee.

She calls you "crazy", but you're not the one chasing her with a weapon made of a ruler and colored pencils.

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

One of those Days

It's been one of those days for you and you'd love nothing more than a cuddle from your boyfriend Eddie. Except he's away on a trip with his uncle Wayne and won't be back until the next day..

Soft ,protective Eddie, shitty boss, mentions period pains and fluffy/comfort.

Dedicated to anyone who's just having one of those days. Eddie hugs for all of you 🥰

✨💕

You were so tired. It has just been one of those days and all you wanted to do was curl up in bed and not face the world for a few hours.

Work was long and tiring, you were sore and halfway through your period. It made you feel exhausted, snappy and every part of your body ached.

And you missed Eddie so much.

Eddie was away fishing with his uncle Wayne, it was something the two of them had done together since he was a young boy, Wayne loved fishing and Eddie...well it wasn't really his thing but he loved spending time with his uncle.

He had been gone since yesterday and you dearly missed him and Wayne but filled your time hanging with friends and with work and trying to keep your bad periods cramps and aches to a minimum; that had yet to happen.

There was an intense pressure in your head that had been building all day to an almighty headache. All you could think about was your bed and staying in it until Monday. The thought of indulging in some ice cream and your favourite movies was also appealing.

Today was meant to be your day off but your asshole of a boss had no one else to cover the shift and repeatedly called you until you came in to cover the hours.

As soon as you were able to you'd be looking for a new job, this kinda thing had been happening far too often and your boss still treated you pretty badly.

That could wait for a couple of days as soon as you got home later that day you barely had the energy to shower and pretty much just pulled on your comfiest pjs and climbed into bed.

You'd love to be wrapped up in Eddie's arms right now. He always had a way of making you feel better, the two of you were so in sync with each other's emotions that it was easy to know what the other needed right away.

It's with those thoughts that you fall into a deep slumber.

❤️

It's dark in your room when you wake up, your headache has dulled slightly but you're left with that groggy, gross feeling of sleeping far too long.

Wait a minute. You pause as you smell Eddie's cologne and notice that Eddie's arms are wrapped around you. You blink sleepily, thinking it's maybe this a dream. "Eds?" he smiles and kisses your forehead.

Okay so not a dream.

"Hey beautiful" he draws you closer to him and elation fills you that he's really here.

"Hi, I thought you weren't back until tomorrow" you kiss him happily and he returns eagerly, kissing you until you're both breathless.

"We finished up early and uh I kinda drove uncle Wayne crazy because I was missing you so much" you melt at his sweetness and burrow yourself in his arms.

"Are you still feeling shitty sweetheart?" He asks as he strokes your hair, you nod still burying your head into his chest and feel content to lie there for a little while.

"Mmm, work was horrendous too. Jake called me in, and wouldn't stop until I covered the shift even though I told him I was feeling awful" Eddie growls and you hear him muttering under his breath at what he'd like to do to your boss, it makes you smile.

"No you can't kick his ass babe" you giggle while trying to tell him off. It never works, he pouts and looks at you all sorrowful brown eyes and faux innocence.

"Not even a little bit? It will make you feel better" you hide your smile and shake your head.

"Not even a tiny bit. Hopper wouldn't be able to let that slide" he's still pouty but cheers up immediately, then proceeds to look offended once he notices that you're not in his arms and he makes grabby hands at you.

"Princess, I was liking that cuddle" you immediately settle back in his arms and feel content for this first time all day.

"Did you drive uncle Wayne crazy with Dio and Metallica then?" you ask and he smirks impishly at this, he's had this master plan to get Wayne to listen and possibly even like one of his favourite bands.

"He ended up liking Black Sabbath. I told you there was hope for the old man yet" he looks so proud of himself but the expression vanishes when he looks at you, instead now he looks worried.

"Okay, first things first my lovely maiden, we are having a shower and then some of uncle Wayne's delicious mac and cheese yes?"

💕✨

Exactly one hour later you're back in bed with Eddie having had the loveliest shower, Eddie had taken to washing your hair, usually you did it for him but he insisted that tonight he was looking after you.

"Gotta make sure my princess is pampered so you feel better baby"

Now you were having some delicious Mac and cheese while Eddie was telling you about the massive fish he managed to catch.

"I swear sweetheart it was half the size of me. The little shit bit my finger though and went back in the water, shit I fell in after it and almost ruined my vest, wayne thought it was hilarious"

"Poor baby" you soothe. You're perfectly happy listening to Eddie's adventures in fishing. Tucked up in his arms and paying him rapt attention.

Turns out today wasn't such a shitty day after all.

✨

[ilovewrittingsmut]

Cause I don't want you like a best friend.

Only bought this dress so you can take it off.

Nanami x fem!reader

Nanami had been your best friend since jujutsu high, but deep down, you always harbored secret feelings for him.

For nearly 10 years, there had been an unspoken tension between you two, but now, the day, your birthday party, had finally come when you could no longer keep your feelings hidden.

Contents: Friends to lovers, little bit of suggestive content, YEARNING, love confession omg I need him so bad

an. this is my first time writing a long ass fanfic and first time posting here (disclaimer English is not my first language.) so hope you guys enjoy!!!

Btw this was inspired by the song “dress” by Taylor Swift so I recommend you listen to this song while reading.

Enjoy reading!!!

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0:00

K.: happy birthday to my best friend, my one and only, I hope you have the best day and I will see you in this evening at your birthday party. See you!

The moment the clock ticked past 23:59, a short, high-pitched tone from your phone jolted you awake.

There he was...always the first.

Every year, he was the first to wish you a happy birthday.

He was just a very nice friend of yours—or so you kept trying to convince yourself.

You: Thank a bunch kento! See you at my party.

Today, you made up your mind to tell him everything—that his one and only best friend had always had feelings and pined for him.

You knew there was a real possibility that everything could go downhill, and you might be the one to ruin the friendship you two had built over nearly ten years, ever since you were just high schoolers.

But you just couldn’t hold back anymore.

It was terribly painful. You knew that telling him might be selfish, but holding back those heart-racing feelings, the soft words left unspoken, the lingering gaze, and the words "I love you" felt torturous—like holding a knife in your chest.

Only if he knew, all of this silence and patience, pining and desperately waiting.

The prospect of confessing your love to him consumed your thoughts throughout the night, leaving you restless. Countless considerations raced through your mind—what outfit would be most fitting, how should you apply your makeup, and the nagging question of whether you would be enough to capture his heart.

This might be your most bizarre birthday ever.

8:00

The dark circles under your eyes were a testament to the mere two hours of sleep you managed to get—or perhaps it would be more accurate to call it a brief nap.

This year, you decided to treat yourself by taking the day off as a birthday gift to yourself, with that being said, you had lots of time to arrange the party and lots of time to…think about him.

K.: Don't worry about the party. I'll be at your place by noon, and I've bought plenty of food. Just take it easy, I'll be there to help you with the arrangements.

Speaking of the devil, Nanami himself texted you, almost as if he could read your very thoughts.

As always, there was the way he seemed to be able to read your unspoken message that was all over inside your mind, the way he seemed to reserve a special place in his heart just for you, the way he would turn himself against the world if it meant protecting you. It made you believe that, just as you were in love with him, he might have always been in love with you too.

But you still weren’t sure if he was just being a good friend or if it actually was something beyond than that.

You couldn’t help it, your heart just sank at the mere thought of him.

You just couldn’t take it anymore.

You knew you had to do something to escape these tangled, muddy thoughts. You decided to head straight to your closet just to clear your mind and looked for one of your favorite dresses—or to be honest, the dress that would draw all of his honey-brown eyes on you.

You dragged your fingers across the hangers, pausing as they brushed against one particular dress—your black, simply elegant dress. It featured a straight neckline with thin adjustable straps, a leg slit, and subtle pleat detailing at the waist. It was the dress that never failed to make you feel confident, alluring, and undeniably captivating.

You’d bought it a long time ago with the thought of him seeing you in it, imagining those hungry eyes fixed on you and only you. You’d been waiting for the right opportunity to wear it, not just because it looked absolutely stunning on you, but because it was for him, a manifestation of your hidden desire.

You took off your former clothes and slipped into the dress. As the fabric hugged your body, you couldn’t help but imagine his big stronger manly hands gliding over you, his hot lips whispering sweet nothings in your ear, him slowly taking that dress off, and his lips tracing every curve of your body. The thought sent a shiver down your spine, making your heart race even faster.

Your body yearned for all of it—you wanted it, you needed it. As your hands glided over your shoulders, down to your waist, and then between your thighs, you couldn’t help but wish they were his hands, not yours. The longing was almost unbearable, a deep ache that only he could satisfy.

Your head, your body, every part of you was consumed by thoughts of him. You couldn’t help it; your mind was completely clouded by the image of him.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, imagining his skin touching yours, his hot breath against your sensitive skin, his lips lingering all over your body. Suddenly, you were jolted awake by the high-pitched ringtone of your phone. You grabbed it irrationally, and all the annoyance on your face vanished when you saw his name flashing on the screen. You answered the god damn phone within a second.

“Hey, I got lucky and finished up earlier than I expected. I’m standing in front of your door, could you come and open it for me, please?”

His voice was so clam and gentle for you like always. You could listen to him rumbling all day long without getting tired.

And for heaven's sake, you hadn't even put on your makeup yet. Nothing had gone as planned. You had envisioned everything being perfect, wanting to look flawless, just for him. The anticipation of his arrival had derailed your carefully laid plans, leaving you scrambling to present yourself in the best possible light. You wanted everything to be just right, to impress him and make the moment unforgettable.

“What can I say? I haven’t done my makeup yet. Sorry if I sound a bit flustered, but I’d really rather you not see me without it.”

You had no idea what you just said, like what the fuck, why you had to said it out loud.

“You’re so funny sometimes. I’ve seen you without makeup countless times before. Remember? I was there through your emo phase. There’s nothing to be embarrassed to me.”

“Just shut up okay?, you were emo too at that time. Never bring that topic up again. Please!!”

Between you two, there were so many unspoken rules and inside jokes that no one else could understand.

You were flattered, sososo flattered, feeling your cheeks flush with warmth everytime as he teased you, though you hated how easily you blushed. You quickly ended the call and walked to the door, still wearing that dress.

Your hand rushed to open the door, and as it swung open, your gaze met his. His eyes sparkled with a warm, heavenly glow the moment he saw you standing there, and the look of delight on his face made your heart skip a beat.

“Can I come in?”

“Indeed”

You tried to act as normal as possible, but your heart was betraying you, racing wildly with every beat.

“You look great.”

He didn’t really stare at you but he did look at you with unspeakable things in his eyes for sure.

“Thanks”

Why the hell on earth you were so awkward like that.

“I have never seen this dress”

You had no idea just how much of his attention was always focused on you.

“Because I haven’t wear it.”

“You should wear it more often, you look good.”

He tried to turn his head away but his pupils just so flared for you.

God, did he just admit that you were so pretty, leading both of you to get very flustered

“Here, your favorite chicken wings,pasta from your favorite restaurant, some of frozen pizza and this..”

He reached into his bag and pulled out something.

“Bread…I baked it for you”

He pulled out a loaf of homemade, crusty artisan bread, baked just for you.

“For me?”

“Of course”

The small smile appeared around his eyes as you inhaled deeply.

“Thank you, you’re the best.”

“No need for that, also happy birthday and thank you for everything.”

“Thank you for always being by my side, I…”

He hesitated before speaking the next word, his fingers fidgeting as he wrestled with his nerves.

“I can’t imagine my life without you”

He turned his head sideways to avoid staring straight ahead, crossing his arms across himself as he stepped backwards.

Was he being romantic?

You had no clue what did that actually mean. You excessively swallowed all the tension as you shot him with your darting gaze.

Fuck, it was so hard to be just friends with him. You probably showed to much signs right now and he would probably could read all of that.

For god sake, you hated the way he could read you like a book that was why you always avoided the topic of romance because he always knew when you were lying so prevent confrontation, you just prefer never had a conversation about love with him.

The next words about to leave his mouth might very well make you crumble to your knees. You weren’t sure how much longer you could keep your feelings hidden.

All of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation that you hold back and it was killing you.

It was just an inch away—just one pathetic inch away that separated you from remaining friends and becoming something more.

You genuinely didn’t know why your brain just went blank when you looked at him. You were going insane.

The way that he always gawked at you, just friends didn’t look at each other like that…

Everything was so inescapable and you were not even gonna try.

Your hands were shaking from holding back from all these.

It was now or never.

“Kento…I don’t think that I can be your friend anymore”

The words were said by your shivering voice hung in the air, charged with a gravity that seemed to make time itself slow down. You could see the confusion flicker in his eyes, the hurt starting to take shape behind them.

“What…why? I’m sorry did I do something wrong? Can we talk about that? Please?”

“No it’s not about you…it’s about me.”

“I don’t want you like a best friend.”

You stopped. The silence between you two was heavy, like the moments before a storm breaks. Your heart pounded against my chest, each beat echoing with the fear of the unknown. You had spent so long wrestling with your feelings, trying to suppress them, trying to maintain the facade of friendship. But the weight of your emotions had grown too great, and now the truth had to be spilled out, threatening to unravel everything.

“I hate to risk our friendship, but I can’t keep this hidden anymore.”

You took a deep breath, the words spilling out with a raw urgency you could no longer contain.

“I can’t do this anymore, I fall in love with you so head over heels and fuck it I can’t not love you. It’s just not in me…shit did I just say it out loud?”

The confession hung between you, trembling with the weight of your unspoken desires and fears.

Kento’s gaze softened, his confusion giving way to a profound sadness. He opened his mouth as if to respond, but no words came. The vulnerability in his eyes was almost too much to bear.

You stood there, heart racing, feeling a mix of relief and dread. The risk you took was immense, but you knew you couldn’t continue living with the secret any longer. Now, the future of your friendship and potentially something more was uncertain, hanging in the thread of his response.

“I’m sorry.”

The feelings were so overwhelming as tears began to fall from the corners of your eyes as the weight of your confession settled over you. You feared that you might have already ruined everything, the possibility of losing him forever or changing everything you had cherished flashing through your mind. Each tear that slipped down your cheek felt like a tangible symbol of your anxiety and regret.

“Idiot, you are an idiot.”

His response took you by surprise. A small smile appeared on his face, and his tender, sweet eyes remained fixed on you, full of warmth and affection. The words you’d feared would end everything seemed instead to be the beginning of something new, as his gaze softened with understanding and something more profound.

“Why haven’t you said anything sooner?”

He took a step closer, tilting his head slightly to look at your tear-streaked face. His hands reached out, and before you could react, his strong arms enveloped you. The warmth of his body surrounded you, providing a comforting embrace that seemed to chase away the uncertainty and fear. In that moment, you felt an overwhelming sense of relief and tenderness, as if everything you had hoped for was finally coming to fruition.

“I’ve loved you all my life.”

He whispered against your ear, his breath warm and intimate, leaving no inches between you two . The confession was soft yet profound, mingling with the beat of your heart and the steady rhythm of his. The closeness of your bodies made the moment feel both fragile and incredibly real, as if all the unspoken feelings and hidden desires had finally found their voice.

“I always thought you knew just how much I’ve been yearning for you.”

he said, frustration clear in his voice. He cursed under his breath, his eyes reflecting a mix of confusion and vulnerability. The emotion was raw and unfiltered, as he grappled with the reality of his unspoken desires and the intensity of his feelings.

“You know me better than I know myself. How did you not notice my feelings?"

“And I always thought that you would never look at me this way,”

he murmured, his voice trembling slightly.

“I mean, look at me… I don’t even deserve to breathe the same air as you. You are… everything.”

His words, so full of vulnerability and self-doubt, seemed to echo in the space between you. The depth of his feelings was laid bare, each word imbued with a mix of longing and disbelief. You could feel the intensity of his emotions as he spoke, his face close to yours, his breath mingling with yours.

“I was a real selfish man. ”

Admitted, his voice filled with regret.

“I kept you all to myself as my best friend because… I thought it was the only way to be the man who was lucky enough to be near you.”

His confession was raw and honest, his eyes reflecting a deep, conflicted emotion. The vulnerability in his voice revealed how much he had struggled with his own desires and the fear of losing you. As he spoke, it became clear how profoundly he valued your presence in his life and how conflicted he felt about the boundaries he had set.

“I really enjoy every moment spending with you and you have no idea how much I have always cherished those days we went through together, I know…I know so well that I do not deserve any of that but…”

“I know I’m not good enough for you so I decide to love you as much as this man can do and…”

He had a hard time saying all of those words as you could see.

“Ken, with love, please shut up.”

You cut him off as his confession had overwhelmed you, and you no longer needed to hear any more of his heartfelt words. All you wanted in that moment was to kiss him. The intensity of your feelings was too strong to be contained by words alone, and you found yourself yearning to close the distance between you with a kiss that would express everything you felt.

Oh god you couldn’t believe it that you two were both pining like idiots for all these years??

“Yeah, okay I will shut up but I need to tell you something, so what if I dreamt about kissing you for almost ten years? Don’t we all do that with our best friends? …hm? What do you think about it”

“Best friends my ass” you thought and let a small giggle. He might have been serious no he wasn’t, but his playful tone made you laugh despite the intensity of the moment. His hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. Goosebumps spread across your skin wherever he touched, heightening the electric tension between you. His touch was both soothing and thrilling, making it clear that the line between friendship and something more had finally blurred.

“Ken…Just shut up and kiss me already. Idiot.”

“Your idiot, just yours,”

he murmured, his voice low and tender.

“Only a fool for you.”

He mumbled the words against your soft lips before slowly pressing his own against yours. The kiss that followed was everything you had always dreamed of, so gentle yet filled with an intensity that spoke of all the feelings unspoken until now.

And that dress was eventually taken off by your best mate that day or could I say, your future husband.

[resident-idiot-simp]

Laura and Wade

(x)

Laura is having a bad night she had a horrible nightmare and knows she won't be able to get back asleep. She's in the living just standing trying to figure out what the hell to do with herself. She doesn't have to wait long before footfalls catch her attention. She doesn't turn knows it's Wade by sound and scent alone.

He pauses as he sees her. "Hey mini." He greets her as he ruffles her hair. She grows lightly but doesn't do more then that. It brings him up short. "Ok I know you wouldn't be up at this time for any good reason, but the fact that you're not swiping at me tells me it's worse than I assumed." He muttered as he got a better look at her.

"You ok Mini?" He asked earnestly. Laura shrugged and Wade pursed his lips. "Do you want some ice cream?" He asked and Laura looked intrigued so Wade took that as a yes. He turned towards the kitchen and Laura followed after him.

"I'm up because nightmares are ass." Wade tells her knowing she's curious but also probably won't share unless he does first. Laura looks up at him following that confession, "What was the nightmare about?" She asked like she wasn't expecting an answer.

"Suffocating It's a pretty normal one for me. It's usually that any other torture from the Weapons X offshoot." Wade answered simply. He'd been having a nightmares since it happened he's gotten used to it.

Laura's eyes went wide at that, "Wait what? What do you mean Weapons X offshoot?" Laura asked confused and intrigued. "Meant exactly what I said mini terminal cancer patient with no hope? Perfect target for an experiment what the fuck else do they have to lose?" Wade asked sardonically.

Laura knew about the cancer objectively she did, but this was a part of the story that she didn't know. "How did they find you?" She asked and Wade shrugged as he started scooping out ice cream. "Not a clue fucker showed up at Sister Margaret's handed me a card. Told me they can make me a hero. I didn't believe a word of it, but the other option was a slow painful death." Wade hands over her bowl.

"You went and then what?" Laura asked. Wade smiled flatly, "injected me with stuff that was ment to make me mutate, added in Logan's DNA for the healing and attempted to jumpstart the mutation through torture." Wade said bitterly.

Laura froze as she stared at him and it went on long enough Wade noticed, "What?" He asked as he finished scooping his ice cream and putting it back up. "They used Papá's DNA?" She asked just to clarify. Wade nodded as he took a bite. "I don't know how much they could customize and how much was just pure luck of the draw, but his DNA was used specifically for the healing." Wade explained as he guested.

Laura couldn't help but see him differently with this knowledge. Wade was much more like her than she had assumed. What a family they made she thought sardonically three lab rats two of which were experiments of the first.

"I was having a nightmare about the lab " She told him and he just nodded his understanding and sympathy. She told him about it as they finished their ice cream. Wade washed out the bowls and after he finished flung a arm around her shoulders.

"Come on let's watch TV." He told her and she didn't protest. They ended up turning on How It's Made and Laura was enamored. Wade just laughed and asked if she'd seen it before, she hadn't. Neither realized they were drifting off once more.

Logan awoke to an empty bed which wasn't too unusual. However walking out of the room and seeing Wade asleep on the couch with Laura asleep on his chest was unusual. He felt his heart squeeze at the sight and couldn't help the purr that rumbled to life in his chest.

Tags: @shy-canadian-snowflake

[gavisfanta]

gavi smut while the reader is on her period?

SOULTIE - GAVI

summary: the request pretty much explains it

a/n: its not that detailed cause i think this is a bit weird so its short!

warnings: smut 18+

You were just on your way to your boyfriends game. You were walking through the tunnel and as you finally reached your seat you sat down.

Camp Nou was beautiful, as always. However, as soon as you spotted Gavi, you couldn't take your eyes off of him.

You didn't say ut out loud often, but you absolutely loved him, every part of him. He was perfect in your eyes.

Everything he did made you just fall more and more in love with him.

You absolutely adored everything about him.

His family often told you two that you two are soulmates and are meant for eachother.

You smiled while Gavi kicked the ball and scored a goal. You jumped up and celebrated immediately.

He ran over the field and sent a kiss to you.

You smiled as you watched him celebrate with his teammates. Gavi then pointed up at you and that also made the others look up at you.

He then formed a heart with his hands again.

"He really loves you huh?" Anna said who was sitting next to you.

"I hope so." You laughed and then kept watching the game.

As the game was over, you waited for Gavi in his car. He has given you the car keys in prior so that you could sit in there and wait.

You had small cramps which made it a bit uncomfy to sit the whole time but you managed to survive until Gavi came back.

It was the first day of your period and the first day was always the worst one.

"Hey mi amor." Gavi sat into the drivers seat and cupped your face and kissed you immediately.

"Hey" You smiled as soon as he pulled away but kept looking at you.

"You look beautiful in my jersey." He started pulling at the material of the jersey you were wearing.

"Did you see the goal I scored for you?" He then asked as he brought his hand up to your cheek, caressing it with his thumb.

"Of course I saw it." You smiled and his lips also curled up into a smile.

"I'm glad." He then turned to start the car and drove home.

His hand stayed on your inner tigh the entire time, drawing small circles into your skin.

After you two arrived home you felt some pretty big and painful cramps from your stomach.

Gavi noticed that the way you walk in has changed. He raised his eyebrows immediately and gave you a look.

"Are you okay Cariño?" Gavi asked and opened the door for you to get inside. You moved inside the house and took off your shoes. You just wanted to get into bed st this point.

"I'm just having some pretty bad cramps so I'll go upstairs and I'll head off to sleep." Gavi stayed silent while you told him about the cramps and he immediately knew that it was his turn to take care of you now.

But after Gabi joined you to sleep too, you still couldn't shut your eyes. It was too bad.

So you thought of something that may release the tension.

"Gavi, I have an idea." You turned to face him and he raised his eyebrows. "What if we have sex," You said and he sat up.

"During your period?" His eyes widened a bit and then a small smile made its way to his face.

"Por favor Gavi." You pleaded as you were now sitting on top of his waist. You leaned forward to kiss his neck and then ran your hand down his body.

"Are you sure, it'll be worse for you then for me." Gavi smiled a bit while he leaned into your toch and you sat up immediately.

"I mean, it's something new, come on." You got off of him and laid down next to him while opening your legs, you were still wearing your panties as he stood in front of you.

You were horny the whole time while you were on your period and you always let Gavi know.

On that very day you wanted to ask him if he wanted to try out something new and sleep with you while you were on your period.

"I'll help you clean the sheets after." Gavi mumbled while he walked over to the bathroom in his boxershorts to grab a towel and he put it under your ass and legs.

"Thank you" You mumbled and pulled Gavi closer to you, he attached his lips to yours and then he opened your bra. Then his fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties and pulled them down slowly.

Then he pulled away and looked at your entrance. "You look like some kind of valentines day present." Gavi laughed and started to take off his boxers too.

"That's so nasty." You laughed out and then watched as Gavis hard dick springs out of his boxershorts and hit his lower abdomen.

"Keep your legs open for me hermosa." Gavi then alined himself with you and kissed your neck.

"Mhm" You hummed and just a few minutes later you felt him stretch your pussy out as you were clenching around him."God you're even tighter like this." Gavi groaned as he pushed his length fully into you and have you some time to adjust.

You felt everything ten times more detailed and you felt his dick poking your stomach as you arched your back.

"Okay, start moving." You told him and he nodded his head. He slowly started to pull out of you and you saw that his dick was a bit covered in blood.

"This is so kinky." Gavi laughed a bit and you nodded your head.

"This actually creates a soul tie, so make sure to fuck me good." You told him and he just leaned forward and then started thrusting into you.

Skin clapping, loud moans and wet noises filled the room as Gavi thrusted into you at the fastest pace he probably ever has.

"Fuck." He breathed in deeply as he leaned down to kiss your neck. "You're so tight."

You were unable to speak with how good he was fucking you, you could have came any second and Gavi noticed how tensed up you were.

"I'm about to cum too, let go." He gave you a reassuring look and then you let your orgasm wash over you while he came at the same time.

You whimpered after he pulled out of you and then pushed his cum back into your pussy with his fingers.

You clenched around his fingers since your pussy was still very sensitive. Gavi laughed while he looked up at you.

"You want to shower princesa?" Your boyfriend asked as he lesned over you and pressed a long and passionate kiss on your lips.

You hummed. "Mhm"

[riskybite]

You’d always had a soft spot for animals. Too bad you’d been turned. Animals hated your presence now. They sensed you were undead. Unnatural. Most of them scurried away from your outstretched hand. Others bared their teeth and snapped at your cold fingers. Some chose fight, others chose flight. They all chose anything but you.

It hurt and Sev noticed. It pained him to watch your hopeful smile fall and your hand draw back to your side. If he could have forced the animals to behave, he would have. But he didn’t have a chance in hell. You weren’t the only unnatural thing. He’d been dead first.

He started stealing stuffed animals for you. It was the next best thing. Sev usually went for the ones resembling cats or dogs, the two animals who most often rejected you. A life on the road meant packing light so your collection never grew too large. But when it came time to abandon some of the plushies to make room in your backpack, Sev would find a new one to give you before the end of the night.

One night you came across a coin-operated horse outside a closed store. It was intended for kids, but Sev insisted you both give it a ride. You laughed as he pulled you up into the little saddle with him. It was such a tight squeeze, you could feel the badges on his leather jacket digging into your back. He clicked his spurs against the horse’s haunches and hollered for it to go faster. It tipped back and forth slowly while he cussed it out. You were still laughing when it finally shuddered to a stop beneath the fluorescent-lighted awning.

Sev kept his arms wrapped tight around your waist. “‘Bout time I heard that laugh again,” he said. “So ya ain’t gonna be sad no more, right?”

“What do you mean?” you said. “I wasn’t sad.”

“You was,” he said. “Every mangy mutt and ugly cat we come across makes ya sad.” He rested his chin on your shoulder and gave your waist a squeeze. “But ol’ Severen’s gonna make sure you’ve got plenty of animal friends. They jus’ don’t need as much care an’ feedin’. An’ they’re real quiet. Like our slow-ass steed here.” He kicked the side of the horse and you wondered if his spur would leave a mark.

“Is that what all those stuffed animals are for?” you said. You lifted your hand to scratch the top of his head. “Sev, you don’t have to do that. You’re the only mangy mutt I need.”

He growled into the side of your neck. “What did ya call me, girl?”

Laughing, you tried to wriggle out of his grasp but he wouldn’t let you. He held you tight against him while he growled some more and barked in your ear. He nipped at your neck and you tucked your head against your shoulder. “See?” you said. “Just like a dog. Nobody ever taught you not to bite.”

“An’ they never will,” he said before he grabbed your chin and forced your head up to expose your neck. He bared his teeth but you didn’t mind. He was the only animal on earth you’d let bite you. He was the only animal you could think of who bit out of love.

[1byhwng]

Do Me - Bangchan

Synopsis - you get home from work and find Chan on the couch waiting for you with a flushed face and a boner.

requested

warnings - use of the word ‘slut’,

tags - dom!reader, sub!chan, hair pulling, pegging, praise

A/N - I’m still new-ish to writing so this is short since I’m not good at writing pegging.

MINORS DNI

You just got back from work and to your surprise he was sitting there waiting for you staring into space not even paying attention to what was playing on the screen. “Chan? You okay..” you walk over to him and sit beside him “yeah I’m fine..” you could see right through him considering his face was red and a pillow covered his crotch. You chuckle a bit once you realize what’s wrong, “baby, are you horny right now?” He looks at you and nods as his grip on the pillow tightens. You have never seen Chan like this before. “What do you want me to do for you, hm?” He looks at you with pleading eyes “I want you to fuck me.” You look confused for a moment but then realized what he meant. “You saw it, didn’t you?” He nods squirming slightly in his seat. “Well how ‘bout you stay here and strip for me while I go get it, ‘Kay?” He nods as you stand up and go to the room to get it.

Once you made it back he is already fully naked legs spread just for you. Just at the sight you feel a familiar wetness between your legs. “Fuck..baby you look so cute.” You mutter under your breath causing him to blush and his cock to twitch. You ghost your fingertips across his tip while he’s staring back at you with desperate eyes “please y/n I need you so bad..” he whines taking your hand and pulling you closer.

You get on the couch and spreads his thighs apart and strokes his cock softly sucking on his tip making him throw his head back and squirm around, “p-please I need you inside me.” He moans trying to push his ass onto ‘your’ dick. “You’re so needy aren’t you..” you whisper in his ear before turning him on his stomach. “Tap my leg if it gets too much okay?” You say before pushing into him completely. “You okay baby?” You ask only receiving a nod and small “use your words or I won’t move.” You say grabbing his hair pulling it drawing a moan from him “I’m okay, p-please move” without another word you start moving slowly just in case any pain lingered before gradually speeding up while leaning over him and jerking him off at the same pace making his entire body shake.

”it’s too much..” he whines trying to close his legs around your legs all while you don’t stop and just look at him with raised eyebrows “but you look so pretty like this..give me at least one okay?” You say fake pouting and tracing shapes on his back with your free hand using your other to push his legs back open.

“Just take it like good sluts do, yeah?”

[minv97]

˖°. ˖°.𓆩♡𓆪 .°˖ ˖°.

Warning nsfw content Minors dni!!!

100 followers woo! I wanted to celebrate by writing something with Jihoon as ever since Move came out he's been wrecking me :(( also as part of the celebration my asks will be open for 24 hrs so go crazy while you can. My inbox will always be open so don't be scared to interact with me! I'm shy but nice I promise.

This is my first time writing for a member of Treasure, they're actually my ult group and I've been a teume for a good 4 years and I'm so so happy they're getting the recognition they deserve because they're very talented and handsome!

Jihoon's basically a horny MF and finds (fem) reader's dildo... Enjoy!!! <3

This yours?” You look over at Jihoon at the exact time he pulls out your shiny, pink dildo from your night drawer and you swear the nosey bastard did it on purpose, you roll your eyes at him and march over to where he stands.

“Why are you going through my stuff?” You snatch the object from his hands and go to put it back in its original location but Jihoon stops you, pulling on your wrist and yanking you towards him in one swift motion. “Wanna show me how you use it?”

You feel heat rush to your face but Jihoon ignores this, intertwining your fingers together as he walked you over back to your bed.

“Show me, I’m curious now.” He’s teasing you can tell, his eyes are crescent moon from the smile that reaches his eyes and were decorated with black eyeliner and blue eye contacts from earlier’s party, that being the only reason the pretty pain in the ass was still around since he claimed to be too drunk to go home by himself but now you’re realizing he tricked you, what he really meant was he just wanted to fuck you.

“Jihoon-” Your words get cut off by him literally shoving you into your back and you land on the bed with a bounce, the mattress under you dips as Jihoon is quick to climb over you, chain dangling in your face as he grabs a hold of both your wrists and pinning them above your head and just like that you’re trapped under him.

“When’d you get it?” His feathery bangs tickling you as he dips his head closer to you, nudging his nose into the crook of your neck for a few moments before he presses a single kiss there to the skin. “You smell like strawberries by the way.”

“I can’t remember, it’s been awhile.” You answer truthfully and Jihoon withdraws himself from you but only enough to you look you in your eye when he speaks. “Wanna play with it?”

Jihoon was too tired for his own good- the evidence clear in his eyes and you can tell every time he looks at you but his thirst to fuck you overpowered it. Sleep can wait, especially when you were his main priority.

You were tired too of course, but Jihoon knew you’d give in to him. He saw the way you had eyed him all night, like a fat kid eyeing candy in a store and knew you wanted it just as bad as he did, can feel the heat from between your legs on the palm of his hand when he releases one of your wrists to feel and palm your clothed pussy just to make sure his intuition was right and like usual it was.

“Can I please?” He almost sounds like he’s begging with the way his voice draws the words out against your neck, softly this time. You can feel his dick against your thigh, all hard and eager for you and your mouth almost begins to water just as much as your pussy has when the idea of taking him in your mouth corrupted your brain.

“Say please again.” You’re only teasing but you’re not surprised when Jihoon looks in your eyes again, a sinister grin grows on his lips and without batting an eyelash said please, this time even softer and he’s running the tip of the dildo along your lower lips.

The second you give Jihoon permission to touch you further he latches his lips on yours. He doesn’t stop to take the time to remove your underwear, simply pulls it off to the side and he doesn’t give a warning before he’s pushing the head of it past your lips and inside of you, your hole practically throbbing and clenching around the toy immediately and you gasp against Jihoon’s lips.

He finally releases your wrist to lift up on his elbow and watch the way the dildo slides back in and out of you, mouth drooling at the way you were already making a mess, your arousl dripping from the dildo and down your thighs every time he slid the dildo out of you just to push it right back in, your pussy squelching and sucking it right back in greedily and you lay there, hands gripping the sheets around you with your eyes closed and lips slightly apart, taking everything he gave you and the sight of you makes him chuckle you’re so adorable.

“Tell me,” he starts, you’re barely listening he can tell so he slides the dildo out of you, resorting to rubbing the tip around your clit for only a second before he stops that too, ignoring the pout on your lips as you open your eyes and give him a pleading look. “Does it feel better than me?”

“You want me to compare a toy to you?” You scuff, rolling your eyes.

Jihoon looks down at you expecting and waiting for an answer, you realize he’s serious and he’s not moving a second more until you give him an answer and you sigh in annoyance. “Of course you feel better, Jihoon. Always prefer you.”

“Yeah?” He’s smiling now because of the way your feeding his ego. “Does that mean you’ll throw this thing away then?”

“What about when you’re not around?”

“Slut.” Jihoon rolls his eyes at you playfully, tossing the dildo somewhere behind him and he’s back all over you, kissing along the exposed skin of your breast peaking out from your shirt and hands gripping your waist tightly, you only chuckle and savor the feel of him, running a hand through the back of his silky hair. “Yeah, but I’m your slut.”

Jihoon perks up at that, you can see how red his ears are getting from your comment and the effect of it all in his actions when he starts to trail his kisses lower and lower along the curves of your body until he’s at the hem of your skirt, he’s growing tired and impatient and can’t wait to have a taste of you, making sure he vocally tells you this before bunching your skirt up around your thighs for better access.

Silly of you to think Jihoon would finally stop dragging this out and allow you to finally get your sweet release, it’s like you almost forgot you were dealing with Jihoon. He’s trying to kill you, you’re almost positively sure of it when he presses his tongue flat against the seat of your underwear, can feel the very tip his nose rubbing against your clit as he leaves a long, slow lick up your clothed pussy, leaving his own wet patch of saliva.

He glances up at you with his pretty eyeliner and blue eyes, crescent shaped and disappearing behind his innocent smile. “Can a dildo do that?”

“Oh my god, Jihoon.”

“Calm down, I’m going to take care of you, baby. Don’t I always?”

After finally putting you through what felt like enough torture he pulls your underwear off to the side, he’s only kissed your clit but it’s enough to have your legs shaking as you struggled to hold them open.

“You’re so cute.” he presses another kiss against your clit, pushing two fingers inside of you, curling them inside of your pussy before retracting them only to slide them right back around your velvety walls, repeating the same process over and over again as he places his mouth over your clit, sucking and twirling his tongue around the bud just right to have tears pricking your waterline.

“F-fuck.” Your hands reach for something, anything and you find yourself intertwining your fingers through his dark locks, you’re not in the right mind when you begin pulling on his hair, can feel him wince slightly but he chuckles it away against your clit.

You really don’t mean to hurt the poor boy, but it’s hard, especially when he’s twirling his tongue around your clit so well and curling his fingers against your plushy walls. You had to admit the dildo couldn’t amount to Jihoon- hell, no other man could, but you’d have to keep that secret to yourself, didn’t need his ego getting any bigger than it already was.

“I’m so close.” You’re speaking absentmindedly, Jihoon knows how dumb you get, used to not receiving a response from you most of the time so the fact your even communicating now is surprising, thinks you must be feeling good and it’s enough to put a proud smile on his face as he glances up at you while he catches his own breath.

“Go ahead and cum baby, didn’t I tell you I’d take care of you?”

“Thankyou- thankyou so much.” You’re rambling off a bunch of thank you’s as your legs close around his head, unable to control your hips grinding against his mouth and using him like your own personal little toy and he enjoys every second of it as you cum under his fingers and tongue, lapping up all of your juices until it’s dripping from his chin and it’s the only taste he can remember.

You’re tired but you use the rest of your strength to pull him up to your mouth, kissing him and tasting your self in every corner of his mouth until you both need air.

“I promise when I wake up tomorrow I’ll suck you off until my throats sore and I can’t.” You’re still coming back to your senses but your sentence still makes Jihoon laugh, he pecks you on your lips once more before falling back onto the mattress next to you, throwing an arm and leg around you as he snuggled into your side. “No need for that sweetheart, just throw the damn dildo away.”

You can find all of my work under #minv97

[leakyrocktarot]

Do you have a soulmate?

Yes, but let me tell you about them anyways. Buckle up because this will be a long ass read, get some snacks, something to drink, and cozy up! This post is about the many different types of soul connections!

Disclaimer:

This is my rendition of research and personal experience. I implore you to do your own research!

So, soulmate is just an umbrella term, there are many different types of soulmates and soulmates are not always romantic- I mean who’s to say they’re always human? Soulmates are just that, mates for your soul. Mate means companion, it can be in a romantic/sexual/procreation context like with wolves, or it can just be your best bud. In my opinion, there are fifteen different ways to classify a soulmate which can better help you understand and learn the lesson they are in your life to teach you. The purpose of a soulmate is to carry your soul through a specific experience to aid you on your journey. Everyone has a soulmate, everyone has multiple soulmates, everyone is interconnected through a web of lives, every soul on this earth and past this realm is connected. You could have many soulmates and one person can classify as multiple types of soulmate which is why the term soulmate should be seen as an umbrella term rather than a thing itself. There is nothing that separates us except for the perception of separation, the ego, and the humanness of life. Sometimes we get swept up into someone else's journey, and it sucks, because we may get hurt, which is why the first soulmate type I will be talking about is a Karmic soulmate.

Karmic Soulmates:

A karmic soulmate is someone who comes into your life to teach you hard lessons. The entire purpose of this connection depends on your lessons but they can serve as major teaching moments, or the connection that wrecks you so bad you turn to spirituality to heal. In life, there is duality, as with karma there is dharma, so while someone may be a karmic soulmate, it doesn’t always mean that they will be abusive or bad, just that you will be learning painful lessons through and with them. A karmic will either force you to choose yourself by putting you in terrible situations where you have to either choose yourself or allow yourself to be harmed, or they are going to push you to choose yourself by being in your corner, making you make the hard decisions for yourself. For example, if you have been told since childhood that you’re never good enough but you really want to be a creative person, but the trauma makes you avoid being creative, a karmic person would either try to reinforce that trauma and hurt you more until you retaliate, or they will push you into being creative by calling out you avoidant tendencies. It depends on your personality! Either way, a karmic will always be a hard relationship, purely because it forces you out of your comfort zone, it forces you out of your habits, out of the behaviors you have created in the name of safety or ease that do not serve you, to show you the habits, coping methods, and tactics that you use that actively put you at a disadvantage in life and leave you feeling less than what you deserve. It opens you up to a path you would’ve never considered because of your programming, background, childhood, trauma, etc. It allows you to see another path, different to the one you have always chosen or were taught to choose, allowing you to see more, which brings us to the karmic being a spiritual awakener. Just as they are a lesson for you, you are a lesson for them as well and they could be the precursor to your spiritual journey, even if you are already on one, they could cause you to dive deeper and reawaken for lack of better terms. The Karmic is meant to feel alluring, as though you cannot avoid or get enough of them, they draw you in because they are a destined soulmate, you are drawn to them because you have something you can learn from them. Relationships- romantic wise with a karmic are not known to last, more often than not they are there for a reason and season but, there is a possibility that they can stay for a lifetime as long as no one is going against their purpose or causing the other harm or choosing the other over themself. A Karmic soulmate can be abusive, but they don’t always have to be, the end goal is you choosing yourself and your betterment, not martyring yourself for them, as well as clearing out past life cycles, or karmic debt. We often start off in life with the same cycle that we experienced in the life before that we could not heal in that lifetime as well as the baggage of karma in our past lives that we are meant to heal and release during this current life. With that being said, a karmic can be anyone, it can be your best friend, it can be a parent, it can be a lover, crush, stranger, your pet, literally anything or anyone. You know that person is karmic when you come out of the relationship having either learned a harsh lesson, or experienced harshness from them.

Twin flames:

The most controversial type of soulmate is a Twin Flame. Mhm, yep, get those eyerolls out, yep, done? Great, so! A twin flame is complicated because of how over sensationalized it is in pop culture media. It is seen as the epitome of soulmates, it is idealized as hyperreal love, the goal, often seen as a fantasy version of real life where things are all sunshine and rainbows and happiness, but people forget or are so wrapped up in the idea of finding their perfect half that they forget the intense healing work that comes with twin flame connections. A twin flame is just that- your twin flame lmao. The names are very forward. So twin flames, at least how I understand it, are based on the Greek mythology of the creation of humans. The idea comes from humans having been created with two heads, two hearts, four arms, four legs and in order to sew discourse they were separated, cursed to find their “other half”. Here is the thing, your other half does not exist, you are you, you are a whole, yes you can find someone that matches your freak perfectly (twin flame) but they are not the other half of you. Think of a real life example of duplicates, fusions, they are two whole beings that come together. When you meet twin siblings, they are different people but came from the same source at the same time. When you peel a banana and find two bananas inside, they are two separate beings that came from the same source. Your twin is literally only someone who matches you to near perfection. But, because they are their own being and have lived their own life completely separate to yours, they have vastly different yet somehow oddly similar experiences. They are your true mirror, in the sense that a soulmate is your mirror and mirrors reflect an inverted image, a twin flame shows you who you are in your rawest and naked form. Which is why they are insanely difficult to be in. They show you who you are in the rawest form and when you avoid that, you run from yourself and create disharmony, discord within yourself and the connection. If you are used to running from yourself, avoiding yourself, avoiding your trauma, your mistakes, hating yourself, and you fall in love with someone who is basically your mirror, that forces you to learn to fall in love with yourself and that is a hard task. If you learned to hate yourself for years upon years, to then be face to face with literally a mirror of you, you would resent the parts of you that you see in them at the same time adore those same parts because they are attached to the person you love and again it creates this disharmony with the self. It confuses you until you learn to love yourself, until you heal and come into union with yourself. Many people view the idea of union as meeting your twin flame and starting an instant romantic connection but- no. the laws of nature, the universe, human nature does not allow for that 100% of the time. Oftentimes, coming into union would mean reconnecting with who you are at your core. Ask yourself, if you are in a twin flame connection, what does inner union look like to you? If you are in a twin flame connection, are you putting more emphasis on your partner, who they are, what they represent rather than yourself? The thing is about soul connections is the fact that we often get lost in our companions that we forget the self, to take care of the self. You must not forget that you are part of the equation, you must heal, be open, do not let your ego run your mind and actions. The epitome of twin flames is yin and yang, without balance between the nodes, there will be chaos

Animal Soulmates:

The easiest soul connection to have is an animal soul connection. It is as it is, this is your pet, your best friend, your lil baby lol. It’s when you come across a pet by chance and form a deep bond that is unbreakable and unshakable. This pet will be perfect for you as they would have your exact personality, always be there for you, they match you to a T. the bond is filled with ease and overflowing love and respect for each other. It is akin to a witch and her familiar as they become a part of you that will never leave even if they cross over that rainbow bridge. As you may or may not know, I have a cat, her name is baby and she is 100% my soulmate, she was made for me and I for her as she found me randomly one day and never left my side. I do everything I can for her and she in turn makes me so abundantly happy. Just seeing her cute face can turn a terrible day around. 

Soul Partner:

This is probably what you think about when you think of the term "soulmate" and what is seen the most in media. It's the most common, most idealized, most written about, most fantasized type of soul connection. Even with all of that, all it is, is someone who you will spend the rest of your life or a significant portion of your life with. Again, this can be platonic, or romantic. This could be someone you grow up with, someone you marry, someone you start a business with, someone you co parent with, your pet, someone you will be tied to for the rest of your existence even if they were to pass or leave your life. Your soul partner often enters your life to support you emotionally or professionally. We as humans are social creatures, you cannot go through life without ever relying on or interacting with another human, which is why, a soul partner is just that, your emotional support buddy for life! A soul partner is a very basic, simple, and the most common type of soul connection, therefore everyone knows about it but refers to it as a soulmate. The terms are interchangeable, because they mean the same thing and are both umbrella terms for soul connections and soul connections overlap so don't worry about having a clear distinction between the two because they are the same thing.

Soul Tie:

A soul tie is someone that comes into your life for a very specific reason or season. By that I mean, this could be your first love who you date for only a couple of months that teaches you that you know nothing about actually dating someone, or this could be your fifth grade literature teacher that compliments your writing and encourages your talent. A soul tie is the reason why soulmate types overlap because every soul connection you have is for a reason, and that reason is what ties you together. Another example of a soul tie is having a friend that has to move away but can't take their pet with them so you take the pet and that pet becomes the most important thing in your life, or someone you met six weeks ago who introduces you to your twin flame, or that one lover you just can't seem to let go of. Think of the connection as a courier, someone meant to deliver you something or someone and go. They don't often stay for long and are often passing strangers. A soul tie can also refer to spell work, in the sense that someone or something has tied the strings of fate of your souls together into a knot that makes it hard to leave or separate yourself from that person.

Important reminder, not all soulmates are "good" soulmates, some are here to teach you hard lessons.

Past Life Soulmates:

A past life soulmate is exactly as it sounds, a soulmate you were in connection with in a past life. The purpose for past life soulmates returning in this life is often to finish or close out unfinished business or past life cycles. Remember how I said a lot of soulmate types overlap? Well, a past life soulmate is often your karmic, twin flame, or a specific person you promised to reconnect with. First, Karmic soulmates. A past life karmic soulmate is someone you were with in your past life, but one or both of you moved on to this life without closing out the cycles from your past life and are now reenacting/reliving these cycles until you can close them out. Technically a twin flame is and isn't a past life soulmate because they are your souls twin- created at the same time and in likeness of each other. Your twin flame can be your past life soulmate if you were in connection with them in your past life. Now, think of all the times you've promised to meet someone in another life, you've basically created a future life soulmate lmao, that is how you get past life soulmates, by promising to meet someone else in another life.

Romantic Soulmate:

It's as simple as the name, this is someone you have a romantic soul connection to. It is purely to classify non platonic relationships. For example, you could have a completely platonic connection with your twin flame while someone else can have a romantic connection to their twin flame. That does not mean you won't ever feel romantic feelings for your twin flame, it only determines whether or not you will have a long term romantic relationship with them. By long term I mean longer than 3 months. A romantic soulmate is just a soulmate that you will be romantic with, that would be your future spouse, who could also be your soul teacher (another type of soulmate) or anyone who you date.

Plantonic Soulmate:

Again, as simple as it sounds, just another way to further classify your connection with a soulmate. A platonic soulmate ranges to literally everything, your best friend, your mom, your professor, your coworker. It is someone you have a close and profound platonic connection to that affects your life exponentially.

Soul Family and Soul Tribes:

Soul family and soul tribes relate to the found family trope. This is a group of people that are connected to each other in intricate ways. This could be your actual family if you have a tight knit and healthy family, or it could be a group of friends that came together in an unexpected way but have a bond that transcends time and distance. This is and will always be a positive connection, doesn't mean that there won't be any difficulties or discourse in the connection, but it does mean that you will always find a way to mend the bond. It is a strong connection. This could be a community of people you've surrounded yourself with, could be you closest friends and or future partner, if you are polyamorous could be both! The purpose of a soul family/soul tribe is to heal familial traumas, break generational or familial curses, could be from past lives as well. This can be your very distant cousin who is the generational curse breaker of their direct lineage and is your role model, or your diaper mate lmao. More specifically for soul tribes, you can create one, or be inaugurated into one, these connections are often formed with people who have similar goals, and hurts to you. Either way, a soul family or soul tribe is or makes you feel as though you were cut from the same cloth.

Kindred Spirit:

A kindred spirit is technically not a soul connection but it is, but it isn't, let me explain. A kindred spirit is someone who you randomly meet that you can connect with effortlessly, it's as if you have lived the same life, they like what you like, have experienced eerily similar things, have the same dislikes or specifications, same job or talents etc. however they are someone you meet in passing. It could be someone you randomly strike up a conversation with in the grocery store. Often times you meet these people because you are vibrating on the same frequency and that energy draws the two of you together to meet. This person could literally pass as a clone for you, you may look alike (doppleganger) or you may just have very similar lives. For example, you could be married to a pro wrestler, believe that frogs are the meaning to life, have a disdain for tomatoes, and are obsessed with Vincent van gogh and this person would be married to an mma fighter, believe that toads are the meaning to life, absolutely despise tomatillo, and have a blog dedicated to only Leonardo da vinci. It's uncanny similarities that would give "uncanny valley" a run for their money, but just someone you meet in passing, however it is possible to form a bond over the similarities.

Soul contract:

Also not a soulmate type but the reason why you meet certain soulmates. A soul contract is confusing and deep territory that I won't be getting into in this post, however I will only talk about it in relation to soulmates. So when you have a soul contract with another person, it generally means that if certain conditions are met, the two of you will meet in this life to then hash out the terms of said contract. You usually have a soul contract with people who are integral to your souls journey. For example, you could have a soul contract with a karmic partner and in the contract there will be a clause that they are there to teach you a specific thing and once that thing is learned the contract will be fulfilled and you'd be left to do with the relationship as you please, or the agreement to start a business, have a child, literally anything that aligns you with your true purpose. It's a lot more complicated than how I make it seem, it is not a term to be thrown around willy nilly however. It's very confusing and I'm only mentioning it to give insight to soul connections. These contracts are mutable and are constantly changing because whether or not you meet someone hinges on whether or not you have "fulfilled" the terms for lack of better words. Basically, you have to be vibrating on the same frequency to be in connection with certain people and in order to vibrate on that frequency there are things you can or need to do. For clarity sake, not saying this is how it actually is, just for clarity; if you are aware of a specific future partner and that they are vibrating at 78 hertz but you're vibrating at 42 hertz, you need to get to 78 hertz by following a specific path, this could mean healing, or doing a job, it could mean anything that changes the trajectory of your life so that you align with that persons frequency/energy/wavelength and that pulls the two of you together in a way that allows you to cross paths and this would be handled by your guides.

Soul Teacher:

Finally back to the easy and simple soulmate types and explanations! So, a soul teacher is someone who comes int your life to teach you something spiritual which refers to me or other spiritual practitioners. This is the one you're experiencing right now! A soul teacher is someone you meet by chance and they impart life altering knowledge onto you that opens your eyes and changes how you view and move through the world. Sometimes they are only meant to teach you about certain topics, for example about soul connections, or the akashic records, or they can be a full mentor, teaching you about witchcraft, spell work, and deity work! These soul teachers are there to make sure that your soul or you as a person learn something either very specific or a genre of things and can often trick you! By trick you, I mean in a way that will force you to handle a situation differently to how they taught you to further broaden your horizon and what you know. Basically view yourself as Harry Potter interacting with one of the many professors at Hogwarts.

Soul Crossing:

A soul crossing is similar to kindred spirit in the sense that they are someone who enters your life very briskly but opens your eyes to a lot. A soul crossing is someone who is your soulmate through and through but they are only in your life for such a short and sweet time. For example, this could be someone you meet on vacation or on a cruise, you spend so much time together having so much fun but once the cruise is done, they're gone with the wind. This connection can be very sad in the fact that they last so shortly but are so amazing to experience. This is someone you meet purely by chance, often times through a series of unconscionable actions that wouldn't have usually happened, it would literally seem as if the universe randomly brought the two of you together solely for that short time only. this type of connection can usually last for barely a couple of months, sometimes as short as a week. It often feels like a zing from hotel Transylvania but- without the long lasting love lol.

I want to preface what I’m about to say,

Just because you are someone’s soulmate does not mean you are there future partner. Someone can be your soulmate purely because of their effect on you and your soul's journey through this lifetime, just because you are someone’s soulmate does not mean that you will ever meet them nor will there ever be romance involved, nor that there will be or was a lifetime where the two of you were romantically connected. There is no guarantee that you will ever meet all of your soulmates because sometimes, that just isn't in your path, sometimes they are only there to be an influence or inspiration. Remember, soulmate is an umbrella term for someone/something that has a profound presence in your soul's journey.

I’m going to hold your hand when I say this, your cognitive dissonance will deactivate your critical thinking the moment you feel triggered, yes you can be a soulmate to a celebrity, they are people too, they are not gods, or deities, they are human. HOWEVER, just because you feel profoundly connected to a celebrity or idol (looking at you kpop community) doesn’t mean that the connection is romantic. Yes, it is possible that it can be, but that does not give you the right to stalk them, harass their partners, try to force a connection, nor does it gives you the right to act like a pompous douche that's better than everyone just because your soul decided to connect to someone of influence. If it is meant to be, you will not have to force it and should not force it. Forcing yourself to be in proximity with a celebrity (i.e stalking them) just because you think you belong together rather than letting that be in the back of your mind and focussing doing what you are meant to do in life will not make it happen, in fact it will never happen because you refused to do the work and scared the shit out of them, shot yourself in the foot so to speak. If you are on the path to union with a romantic soulmate, there are things that you absolutely need to do and if you try to undermine that, thinking you can use a shortcut, you will be dropped on your ass pretty painfully. The universe has rules to the game and going against them will not win you anything other than harsher lessons. This is NOT the go ahead to start a witch hunt for “fs’s” This is NOT the go ahead to delude yourself into thinking you are a celebrities fs, this is PURELY educational. The "title" of "soulmate" does not give you any special abilities, special powers, it doesn't make you special or different at all it is just a connection. If you think you are a celebrity fs, consider talking to a professional, ensure that you are not experiencing limerence, having a parasocial relationship, feel free to message me if you want to talk or have more questions.

The only reason why I am mentioning this is because we as a society have treated celebrities and have made them out to be monoliths when they are humans too. I feel as though knowledge is very important and anti-intellectualism is on the rise especially in communities where things aren't "verifiable" such as spirituality which makes the content we make and consume either a very powerful or harmful substance. I'd much rather my content be as educational and grounded as possible to free the minds from the boxes we put them in than to uphold societal ideologies that are rooted in toxicity such as classism and beauty standards and further constrict our nature and divinity. I am fully aware that my words have consequences within others, which is why I am very serious and put great consideration and research into what I am saying. I am going to be as careful as possible when I say what I say, however, if you find issue with what I am saying, please feel free to message me and we can have a conversation about it. I decided to add this in last minute because of how the media frames celebrities and how people interact with celebrities and the parasocial relationships it creates.

I may make another post talking purely about this concept because of how highly and nuanced it is and I have so many personal thoughts that I want to share but, this post is only for educational purposes. When you make room to speak about what exists, you no longer have to spend time wondering about everything left unsaid.

Celebrity Soulmates:

Celebrities can be soulmates in the sense that they do impact our lives in some ways. I personally classify a soulmate as someone who has a profound affect on your life path, for example, inspiring you to take a leap of faith. Celebrities are highly influential people and what makes them famous is the affect they have on society, with that being said, having a celebrity be your soulmate is not as weird or as a cringe take as it would seem. To understand what I mean, you'd have to refer to the other types of soulmates. Celebrities, depending on how they affect your life can be seen as a soul tie, a soul teacher, a kindred spirit, a soul crossing. Because we see them in media and often idealize them and their lives are so public, we can learn so much from them. Removing them from the mental pedestal and seeing them as someone who is in the public eye opens you up to learning a lot more from them. For example, Chappell Roan, she is literally just a person, someone who is deserving of respect and having her boundaries respected. But just because she makes music that a lot of people love, her image has gone from a fellow human to this elevated view that is both toxic for the fan and the celebrity. This type of connection is hard to talk about because- I mean you're going to be seen as someone who is mentally unwell. At the end of the day, celebrities are people, but because they are celebrities, a soul connection can be seen as or is nothing more than a parasocial relationship or infatuation.

I'm trying to be as careful as possible with what I say because of the way people tend to be overly attached to and obsessed celebrities to the point of convincing themselves that they're soulmates and it is a dangerous and slippery slope to have that mindset without mindfulness and discernment. Maybe the reason why you're so infatuated with this celebrity is because there is something you can learn from them, either from their life story, or from the content that they create, maybe they're just an outlet or source of comfort to help you get through a rough time. Maybe you come across Kenji and his videos help you get through a nasty divorce, or maybe you come across Hozier's music and it inspires you to create your own content, or you come across CoryxKenshin and he inspires you to go out and make a difference in your community. That is the impact that celebrities often have on people, all without even knowing this is their role in so many lives. I like to think that often times, the reason why people become famous is because they have something or create something that helps the collective in any way and because they have their own lessons to learn. Sometimes, we are unknowingly a huge part in someone else's journey, whether it is positive or negative. I personally believe we come across these specific celebrities or creators because they will have the most impact on our lives and further our journeys. For example, Jay from the Kubzscouts! He has stated the reason why he posts so often is not only because he loves what he does, but also because he grew up watching youtubers and those youtubers being his comfort and he wishes to provide that some comfort to others and he does! Because of that, he inspired so many other people including me to want to do the same which furthered people in their journey. I hope you've seen from the other soulmate types that a soulmate does not have to be someone who is overtly profound presence in your life, just someone who has a profound affect on you that further pushes you on your life path.

To finish off this section without saying too much and deconstructing social constructs, yes, it is possible to have a celebrity as a romantic soulmate, but that is something that I cannot say with ease or lackadaisically. If it is in your path, it will happen naturally, just focus on yourself, your healing, and following your life path and you will get there some day. I must warn that, because of the fact that celebrities are famous and in the public view and are the object of many peoples attraction, you must be aware of things called limerence, parasocial relationships, obsessions, love addictions etc. These are things that can influence a person into believing that there is a soul connection when there isn't one. It is easy to say you love a celebrity and feel a connection with them because you can consume their content without limit, but you are not interacting with them, you do not know them. You cannot use your feelings of attraction or romance to justify the idea of a connection, either you have one or you don't, and you will know the difference because it isn’t a vice or a distraction from your problems. It’s something that will put you in a position where you will have to do a lot of grueling mental, emotional, and physical work to get to where you need to be. It is also important to note that your guides might allow you to believe that a celebrity is a soulmate because that is the only way for you to genuinely follow your life path.

Final Statements:

With all of that being said, you might be thinking "that sounds like anyone can be my soulmate?! How can I tell if a random joe on the street is my soulmate or not?!" Well, yes and no LOL. Literally that is the beauty of human nature combining with spiritual purpose. Anyone can be your soulmate, but it depends on the stage in life you are in that determines whether or not they will be in your life. It is also very common in romantic soulmates, more specifically twin flames to pass each other several times in life before getting to the point of actually meeting. There are so many instances of people taking family photos or pictures of themselves with their partners in the background without even knowing!

If you are trying to call in a soulmate, following the guidance of your guides, they have an invested interest in your wellbeing and highest good however they cannot force your or force things to happen without your willingness. Their job is to guide you, not to do things for you, and if you heed their guidance, they will guide you to your highest good.

Again, if you have any questions, anything you want to say, add, need clarification on, would like to talk about, or would like to request, or would want an in depth post about a specific soulmate type, please feel free to message me! My inbox and ask box are always open and I will never judge you 🤍 I hope this post was as informative and I hope it gave some insight!

Here are some links with more information related to soulmates and soul connections!:

12 types of soulmates

Another 12 types of soulmates for clarity sake, this one contains content related to childhood soulmates, that would fall under the umbrella of platonic soulmates.

8 types of soulmates

10 types of soulmates

Types of soulmates

13 most common types of soulmates

A third 12 types of soulmates

[alleycatking]

Currently ruminating after my third listen of The Magnus Archives, and I needed to put my thoughts into words. Because after 3 listens and 4 years after first discovering the series, I still don't know how to feel about Melanie King.

On my first listen, I thought my opinions on the characters were pretty set: John is sympathetic. Tim is annoying but ultimately tragic. Martin is sweet and misunderstood. Etc.

I absolutely DESPISED Melanie on my first listen. Her seeming lack of self awareness with her anger issues. her constant deflecting and accusing, and even her last conversation with Martin where she's snide, all got under my skin and made me hate this character.

Part of all that was because I was still pretty new to horror as a genre (I am admittedly a pretty big scaredy cat), and further, my unfamiliarity with the more narrow genre of cosmic horror. I had someone put it to me this way: "It's horror. Everyone and everything sucks. That's the point."

On my second listen of the series, I was surprised by how much changed. John was no longer sympathetic to me, but a mechanism in his own self destruction, who essentially used the "but I'm just a little guy with glasses uwu, and it's my birthday, I'm the birthday boy" defense every time he was called out. Tim was no longer annoying, but an example of someone shutting down, mentally and emotionally, in the face of discovering what (to a very small extent) was going on. Which now, is totally fair. Crumpling like a paper doll under the weight of pure horror is actually an understandable response (who knew). And Martin... is still sweet... but is also a people-pleasing asshole.

But Melanie was... different. I definitely softened on her character. Entering a period of my life where I was FINALLY starting to acknowledge my own history of anger issues and mental disorders probably helped, and I will admit there was projection from my part.

But now, after my third listen, it seems like there's this weird aspect of the series, especially season 5, where every character needs to address their own toxicity in order to admit they've done wrong. Everyone, except Melanie.

John tells Martin about Gertrude's shortcomings, and how being a cold stone bad-ass didn't make her a good person, and that she was willing to throw away innocent people for the "greater good". Martin LITERALLY self reflects, and his other self calls him out on how much of John's behavior he's willing to excuse. Hell, even Helen goads John into revealing that he's no better than her in the hotel. In the end, he was just as "hungry" as every other monster. He even admits this to Martin.

But the most we get from Melanie is "I've actually done a lot of work on my anger." Which, would be great, except...

Melanie King gave Johnathan Sims the mark of The Slaughter, and she is partially responsible for the apocalypse that is created.

I am not the first, nor will I be the last, to draw the comparison that the unknowable forces and systems that make up the horrors of TMA, are meant to represent capitalism. I personally would make the distinction that the analogy is better made as a comparison to the abuse of power in general, but to a lot of people, those are the same thing. And one argument I have seen in Melanie's defense, is that by willingly blinding herself, she is removing herself from the fucked up game that is being played, and is a better person for it. That by choosing not to participate in "capitalism", she is one of the few people that grows. But... does she? Is that how that works? If we remove analogy from the story at all, would we say that a billionaire who wakes up one day and decides to redistribute all their money and help people is absolved of all the pain they have caused in the past?

I think part of the reason why, even after softening on Melanie because of my own experiences with anger and lack of personal security, the conversation between Melanie and Martin STILL makes me angry, even after 3 listens.

The end of season 4 is basically a confirmation of it, but I would argue John confronting Jude Perry is a secondary confirmation, that John had to be "marked" by each of the powers in order for Jonas' plan to work. He even outright states it "Did you know this would happen when you burned my hand?" Jane Prentiss marked John with The Corruption. Jared Hopworth marked John with The Flesh. But Melanie's involvement in the state of the world, is never brought up. And it's not just the state of the world in season 5 either. I find it very interesting that Melanie's therapist is specifically being tormented by The Spiral. And yeah, you could make the argument that it's BECAUSE she's a therapist, like the series does, but I also think it's interesting that when The Spiral tries to claim her (Melanie's therapist) again, it's done so through Helen, who Melanie literally and figuratively opened the door for. Melanie's actions have consequences, and they DO affect other people, but the most we ever get from her is "I've been working on my anger", which feels... unfinished. And unsatisfying, given her character as a whole is essentially an exploration of anger issues. I don't really buy the logic of the framing of the series (we as the audience only hear what's relevant to The Web), or that just because it's horror, some people are shitty and some answers are unsatisfying. Because I no longer believe Melanie is shitty. I believe she's a complicated character who goes through so much shit in order to feel safe and self-actualized.

But that doesn't excuse her past actions. And it's weird that those actions are never challenged, when other characters who have histories of being abusive, like Daisy and Basira, VERY MUCH ARE.

So... I don't know if this rant really had a point, other than just me trying to motivate myself to write down my thoughts instead of festering in my own head. I don't know if there's a point to be had at all. All I know is I've listened to the Magnus Archives, all 200 episodes, three times,

and I still don't know how I feel about Melanie King.

[cowboyfromh3ll]

I LOVED what you wrote for the dutch's daughter!reader fic. I know you said you wanted a bit of variety in the requests, so you can ignore this one for a little while if you want. Would you be able to expand on their relationship a bit more, and maybe do a scenario where the reader is washing up away from camp, perhaps at Flat Iron Lake (when they moved camp to Clemen's Point) in the evening, and Arthur "stumbles" upon her (he was lowkey watching her), joins her, and fucks her whilst suspended in the water. After they finish, he has to duck down behind her because Dutch walks up to check on her since she was taking a long time, and they nearly get caught.

Getting caught stirred Arthur on more, and after Dutch walks off, he has to take her again because he has such an adrenaline rush :)'''

The Passion Of Lovers (Part 2)

(Arthur Morgan x Dutch’s Daughter!Reader Smut)

Warnings: smut

In spite of your father’s imperiousness, you sought cracked pleasures. There was only so much contentment money could bring, and your other needs began to come into question. Being surveilled in camp 24/7 turned you into quite the sly individual, that combined with the fact that you were Dutch’s daughter, and you could witness firsthand his own connivingness. You in turn became very skilled at sneaking and lying; an inherited sixth sense that would backfire on Dutch time and time again. Your humor attracted the lucky bad type, never quite breaking your heart in the process. You were meticulously careful in all your sordid affairs, making sure your father knew not too much; and knew exactly what you wanted him to know. Though you never did view your relationship with Arthur as something to be ashamed of or worth hiding; in fact, the chances of anyone else in camp besides your father finding your relationship to be disreputable were extremely low. But the two of you were smart enough to know that if you had decided to confide in your most trusted peers, it would somehow, inevitably get back to Dutch. 

You didn’t even want to ponder on the possibility of what would happen if your father found out. There’d be a strange rift in camp; like a burdensome wrinkle that you can’t quite iron out no matter how many times you go over it, no matter how much heat you apply. The tension would be palpable; would Dutch argue with Arthur? Would he force him to break up with you? If so, would he change his mind once he saw how ruined you were because of it? Part of you felt a sick satisfaction out of imagining your father’s guilty face once he saw how heartbroken you were. A pleasure in pain. 

Your mornings begun fairly early; you’d awake at around 5 AM, a feverish anticipation for the day stirring in your joints as you became restless, giggling quietly to yourself as to not wake your father, as you imagined yourself venturing off into town with Arthur in an impromptu date, or sneaking a kiss or two just outside camp out of the view of any watch guards. Subtly pushing up against one another, blowing each other's circuitry while disguising it with the confusion of blithe laughter and small talk funneled into each other's ears with moist, anticipatory lips. Of course, before drawing any suspicion to yourselves, you’d look off to the side with an idle stare that suggested nothing was happening between you two, that this was entirely casual, that neither of you had meant to have you press your ass up against Arthur’s eager crotch while hurriedly passing each other in a cramped area. 

Perhaps your flirtations over time had become imprudent. Caring less and less about keeping them away from camp, finding some sort of exhilaration in the risk that came with doing so in such a widely observable area. Your coquetry bordering on the edge of just enough to keep it safe and fun, and pushing the boundaries of what would fly under Dutch’s radar. 

Though like many of your mornings, you began your day by heading towards the campfire to eat some stew. You’d then indulge in a cup of coffee, sipping the drink with an eerie smile on your face while you stared off over Flatiron Lake, something no one would comment on out of politeness. If chance allowed it, you’d sneak over to Arthur’s tent and share a few hurried kisses before anyone else awoke. Though whilst the morning was still breaking in from night, you’d venture into the lake for a quick bath in preparation for the day’s events. You used only the most expensive shampoos and fragrances which you’d use modestly; the scents potent enough for them to last throughout the day. You had hoped the fragrance would absorb into your skin, wanting to smell as though you were some readily edible treat. A treat that Arthur could merely observe behind a viewing glass as long as the two of you were in camp; and if he so much as dared to reach for the confection, his wrist would be slapped away hastily. 

You dressed yourself with some of the finest clothing you had picked out yourself provided your father’s money, and by the time you returned to camp from the lake, more than half the camp was bustling with life. You’d greet each member in passing, careful not to put too much interest in your greeting towards Arthur as you stood next to him by the campfire.

“I’m going into town today? Ride with me?” Your question was innocent enough, but the corners of your mouth twitched at the innuendos underlining it. ‘Of course, I ALWAYS wanna ride.’ seemed to be a shared thought between the two of you as you both took a moment to clear your throats. 

“Of course, (Name). What errands you running today?” He’d ask. 

You’d shrug nonchalantly, unsure of what tribute to your sizable allowance you’d buy this time. “Was thinking of some clothes. Nothing specific in mind but I just wanna look around.” You disguised your burgeoning smile by sipping another mug of coffee you had poured yourself. Arthur nodded before looking off pensively, as if he were going through some mental archive he had of all the clothes he wanted to see you in. 

It was routine to walk towards your father’s tent, to inform him of your departure from camp for a few hours to do some errands, and without looking up from whatever book he was engrossed in, unable to see your excitement, he’d beckon Arthur forth, instructing him to accompany you into town. It was only then that he’d look up at Arthur with a threatening gaze, telling him to take good care of you.

And good care he took of you. You weren’t made aware of any leering gazes, as Arthur had effectively scared any men off. He held your arm as you walked, whispering the occasional compliment about how amazing you looked. He’d bury his head in your hair, taking in deep inhales as he reveled in the fragrant scent and softness of your hair. 

The occasional stray touch would indicate your excitement; a hand sliding too far up one another’s thighs as if in search of the pulsing heat the other longed for. You and Arthur appraised how well a clothing piece would compliment you. A sensually inquisitive hand would adjust your collar, lingering on your pulse before pulling away, a small brushing of your breast preceding a more firm squeeze, a hand on your back that would impishly slide down to the curve of your ass before delivering a playful spank or clutch. 

By the time you two returned to camp, you were concupiscent, at the boiling points of your arousal. Before entering the path towards camp the two of you would swap saliva, hungry tongues exploring as you groped each other ardently. Sometimes coitus was not an option on the table, restrained by the limits of time and curfews. You two would adopt the facade of friends well acquainted simply returning from a day out on the town; walking into camp while your bodies were still in stages of lingering arousal. From where you stood next to Arthur, you’d be able to watch as Arthur gingerly ran his exposed palm over himself and adjusted his pants, his shame and caution taking control over his half-inflated genitals. 

You’d continue the rest of your day with chronic arousal, briefly glancing over towards Arthur and granting him a knowing gaze. It said ‘I know you’re dying to touch me right now, and you’ll be able to soon.’ 

You’d set down whatever book you were reading, gathering your night garbs and expensive soaps and lotions before heading off towards an isolated part of the lake for your second bath of the day; an inviting air surrounding you. Arthur would perk up in his cot, as if someone had suddenly called his name with unbridled urgency. Before long he’d feel excitement stirring in his loins at the thought of watching you bathe, and would feign composure as he sat up in his cot, accentuating just how ‘non-excited’ he was by stretching out his limbs and sighing, before hurriedly walking off towards the woods bordering the lake. He’d loop around the path to make sure no one was watching him, whistling for his horse so no one would question his whereabouts without his horse to follow. He’d tie his steed to a tree trunk, before venturing into the trees himself. 

He saw the horizon over the lake, the sky tinged with lavender and dark purple as day transitioned to night. His eyes scanned the lake desperately for signs of your body. He walked along the edge of the woods, eventually spotting your pile of clothes left on a boulder. He traced his eyes up from the pile and towards the lake, where he saw your naked body contrasting against the darkness of the water and the sky. The water blocked him from viewing your pelvis or legs, but your breasts and hardened nipples were in full view, gleaming from the moonlight shining on them. Arthur leaned his back on a nearby tree, as if he were getting comfortable for a show he had traveled various lengths for, finally able to enjoy what he came for. 

He watched as you clutched the slippery bar of pink soap in your hand, lathing it over your skin with careful precision as to not drop the bar. As if you were reading Arthur’s mind, you smeared the bar over and in between your breasts, glazing your skin in a soapy film before taking your hands and frothing the suds. You ran your hands down your sides sensually, lifting your legs from the water to lather the skin there too. As you did so, your crotch came into view. Arthur’s chest heaved in excitement, and he began palming his cock through the front of his jeans. The applied pressure caused him to groan silently, and his hands gained a mind of their own as he began unbuckling his belt and undoing the front of his jeans. 

Before he could pull his cock out, he made eye contact with you; and rather than being chastised and branded a creep for watching you, you giggled and turned to face him fully from the water. 

“Hey, Arthur!” You called from the water. You waved your hands towards you, motioning for him to come to you. “Get in! Water feels real nice!” You waved the soap bar in the air now, suggesting you could give him a cleaning of his own; a cleaning that would more than likely turn into something more. 

He held the demeanor of a kid flying down the stairs of his two story home on christmas morning, bee lining towards the gifts under the tree. He stood next to the boulder where your clothes lay, depositing the fabrics hastily behind the rock out of view in the possibility that someone stumbles across you two. You licked your lips in excitement as you watched him undress, drinking in every detail of his body and making a special note of his half erect cock. He dipped his body below the water’s surface to begin soaking his body in preparation for your cleaning. You took him in with open arms, feeling the way his chest vibrated in a satisfied hum as he felt your soapy breasts up against his torso.

“Were you watching meee?” You drew out the syllable playfully, playing with the hair on his chest as you looked up at him. His arms slid under yours and around your waist with ease, pulling you impossibly closer against him. He reveled in the way your breasts pressed and slid against him, and you felt his cock twitch against your thigh. 

“Maybe.” He responded humorously. 

“Do you want me to clean you?” You raised the bar into view again, waving it. 

“As long as you’re touching me, I don’t care what you do woman.” He gave your ass a playful spank as you dipped the bar into the lake water, rubbing your hand on it in a way that made Arthur’s cock twitch once again. Once you produced enough suds, you began rubbing it all over Arthur’s chest and shoulders, working the foam into his skin in hopes he’d smell as good as you. Arthur hummed in delight, thinking nonchalantly about what excuse he’d use when asked why he smelled like you, and he’d claim he had treated himself to some soap, and in his ignorance for what was best, trusted your judgment and ended up buying the same one as you. 

You arms massaged his firm muscles in the process, squeezing before moving onto the next fiber group. Your hands moved around towards his back, in awe of the expansive size of his wide set shoulders and formed rhomboid, which you took extra care in massaging. He groaned in satisfaction as your lithe hands pressed against him, and before long you dropped all innocent pretenses, handing the bar of soap to him before gripping the base of his cock, giving it a firm squeeze before stroking it vigorously. Arthur released a sigh of satisfaction, tipping his head back as a string of moans and curses followed. 

“I’ve been wanting to do this all day.” You confessed, eyes trained on the way the tip of his cock bobbed with each movement. Your right arm rose and fell in repetitive motions, tugging against his crotch. 

"Fuck… what if your dad catches us?" Arthur groaned, leaning his pelvis towards you as if you were pulling him along by his cock. Your dad. The way Arthur referred to him not by Dutch but as your dad added a layer of scandalousness to the situation that made it all the more better. 

"Well then, you hide." You answered bluntly, stopping to smother his tip with your thumb. Arthur discarded the thought, lathering up his hands before cupping your breasts and rubbing them thoroughly. The suds sat on your breasts irresistibly, some of them sliding down over the curves and onto the rest of your body. The skin became equally as slippery, and made the movement of your breasts against one another effortless as Arthur pressed them against one another. He ran his thumbs over your nipples in fascination, delivering the occasional slap before going back to squeezing them. 

The display was theatrical for Arthur, but you soon grew far too needy. Not to mention the growing urgency of time restraints; your father's apprehensiveness over your well being when you took too long to do certain things drove him to look for you, and even during something as intimate as a bath, he found more reason to search for you given your vulnerable state. 

Reaching down you used your fingers to guide his cock into you, making it past the awkward rubbery stage of submerged penetration. All your worries melted away as Arthur speared you on his cock, wrapping your arms around his neck as he bounced you on his pelvis. You threw your heard back in a wanton moan, noticing the beginning of a smattering of stars, but your whole world was soon reduced to hisses and moans, the water of the lake responsive to each thrust, lapping away at your thighs.

You opted to wrapping your legs around Arthur's torso, his hands coming to instinctively cup your ass as he held you up. The movements were hurried, desperate; as though some worldly force would come and ruin this moment for you. You dragged your nails along Arthur back, thin ribbons of blood blossoming forth and leaving a stinging sensation behind for Arthur to revel in. With Arthur supporting your whole weight within his hands and firearms, it allowed you to unwrap your arms from around him and theatrically play with your breasts, making a show of the slippery wet mounds of flesh. 

Before long, you came on Arthur's cock, your juices mixing with the lake water. You had to bite down on your thumb to contain any squeals or moans, bracing yourself for Arthur's own release. He gave you a warning grunt, stilling as he emptied himself inside you in a few deep thrusts. As Arthur slid you off and helped you onto your feet, you groaned in satisfaction. Your crotch was a pool of spent pleasure; the slow drip of Arthur's fluid leaving your body feeling like a deep ache inside you that had finally been remedied. 

"That was fun." You giggled, leaning up to kiss him. The two of you remained there, bathed in moonlight, sharing a few tender kisses and forgetting yourselves; and the time. 

"(Name)!" 

"Shit." You whispered between teeth. You allowed each other a moment of shared disbelief; Arthur looking down at you in horror before jumping into action. You dunked him beneath the water behind you, the increasingly nearing sound of leaves and sticks crunching urging you on. You hoped to God Arthur's lung capacity would be in your favor. You yourself had to lower yourself to neck level to avoid having your father look at you stark naked. Thankfully, as he emerged from the woods, he allowed you the decency of shielding his eyes, only daring occasionally to look between the cracks in his fingers to ensure you were okay. 

"(Name)! There you are! Are you okay? You've uh.. certainly been taking your time today." He cleared his throat, keeping his eyes on the ground. You followed his eyes down to where they were on the floor, and a cold sense of panic rattled within your rib cage as you realized some of Arthur's clothes were peeking out from around the boulder where your clothes lay. 

"I'm okay, Daddy." You said reassuringly, hoping that would be enough for him to leave you alone. You felt a small tap on your calve, indicating Arthur's breath was running out. A sense of anxiety prickled at your skin in a way that made you restlessly snappy. 

"Alright well, stews ready. And I left a small gift for you by your tent, and—"

"Okay! Thank you Daddy! Now please let me finish." Your eye twitched in aggravation, thanking the Lord your father couldn't see your face. He bid you farewell, and you watched as his back disappeared into the woods. You waited a few more seconds until he was out of earshot, Arthur's tapping on your leg had now turned into a firm squeeze. You pulled Arthur up by the shoulders, feeling as though Arthur were sucking in a deep breath for the both of you. You both caught your breath, reveling in the success of your veiled debauchery. 

“I can’t believe we pulled that off!” You laughed breathlessly, slapping one of Arthur’s pectorals. He nodded and laughed along.

“If Dutch spoke any longer I would’ve drowned.” He took one last deep breath before evening out his breathing. “And uh… it was quite exciting.” 

You nodded, tracing your eyes down and noticing he was no longer flaccid, he was hard once again. The two of you exchanged sensuous glances, before Arthur gingerly slid his hands beneath your armpits and picked you up. You wrapped your arms around his neck, letting out a kittenish moan at being penetrated again. The silence of the lake was loud again.

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The Passion Of Lovers - Bauhaus

[propertyofkylar]

kinktober day eight: spanking (m!wren x f!pc)

word count: 1086

tags/warnings: spanking on both ass and pussy, reader has a vagina but no explicit gender mentioned, blowjob, public sex kinda (with wren's goons)

Losing a game of blackjack to Wren was embarrassing enough on its own. You shivered as cool air blew across your bare body, nipples hardening in front of him and his goons. Yes, that would have been bad enough. 

But no, this was worse. Because not only had you lost, you had gotten too cocky. You tried to cheat. You were caught. And that was downright humiliating. Your trembling wasn’t just from the cold - part of it was due to the look on Wren’s face as he circled your naked form like a vulture. 

“What should I do with you,” he hummed, closely examining you. You felt yourself turning red from head to toe. And with a sigh, Wren flopped back into his seat. “Alright. Come here.”

You hesitated, but figuring that defiance would net you something worse than whatever it was the smuggler had planned, you obediently walked over to him. Smoothly, he pulled you into his lap, bending you over his knees. It made your blood run cold, because this wasn’t the first time someone had placed you in this position, and you knew what it meant.

“Please–” you started, but Wren cut you off.

“You lost the opportunity to beg my forgiveness when you cheated,” he sighed in a mocking way. It filled you with trepidation. “Now here’s what we’re going to do. You did something wrong, so we need to punish you. I’m going to spank you, and you’re going to count it for me. Okay? How many times should you get spanked?”

A cacophony of answers flooded the room, which only made you more nervous. You even heard someone yell “fifty!” Would Wren really spank you that many times? At least his bare hand wouldn’t hurt as much as a wooden paddle…you hoped.

“Wren…” you whispered, looking up at the man with wide eyes. Despite his cool demeanor, you could see his cheeks were tinged with pink. You still had a fighting chance.

He let out a sigh, turning his head away from the crowd. “We’ll start with fifteen and go from there.”

Fifteen sounded like a lot, but you figured you could handle it. But while you were thinking about that, a sudden smack landed on your ass, drawing a yelp from you.

“Count, sweetheart,” Wren said, and you swallowed. 

“One,” you choked out, feeling the sting already. Wren was a strong man. Of course that meant a strong arm as well.

Two more sturdy thwacks came in quick succession. You counted them out in a shaky voice, but it wasn’t just from pain. No, the feeling of Wren’s meaty palm on your bare ass ignited something deep within your core, sending sparks of pleasure through your body. The fact that you clit was exposed to the rough fabric of his pants, grinding with every spank, only furthered this feeling. 

“Four…five…” you practically moaned out the latest counts, feeling yourself leaking from your cunt and onto Wren’s leg. He let out a surprised laugh.

“You’re enjoying this, huh?” Wren teased. “Well, let’s continue.”

Smack. Smack. Smack. The spanks kept coming, each one somehow harder than the last. You could only imagine how red your plump ass was at this point, the skin stinging whenever Wren’s hand drew back and sent a small breeze over you. And it felt so. Fucking. Good.

In fact, as his hand continued his work, the heat inside you intensified. His hand on your skin, the air blowing, the friction between your clit and his pants. Oh, you were getting close. You were nearing an orgasm from being spanked.

“Hah - thirteen,” you whined, your hips having a mind of their own as they tried to grind down for even more of that sweet friction. “F-fourteen!”

“You’re doing so well,” Wren said in a snarky, cooing tone. “And you’re dripping all over my hand. Should we add a few more, hm?”

“Oh, p-please,” you begged, though you weren’t sure what you were begging for, exactly. That’s when the fifteenth smack came down hard on you, nearly sending you forward off Wren’s lap. You could barely choke out the number through your moans. 

“Well, you’ve been so obedient,” Wren mused. “And it’s clear you want to get off. So, we’ll add just a few more spanks.”

You tensed yourself, but this time, Wren’s hand landed straight on your cunt instead of your ass. And with a couple of those smacks, you were crying out as you came undone, your cunt clenching desperately around nothing. 

“Punishment’s not done just yet,” Wren said, and you became suddenly aware of the bulge poking you. He gently pushed you off his lap into a kneeling position in front of him, where he unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick cock. 

He didn’t even need to say anything. Your face naturally gravitated towards his flushed cock and your lips wrapped around its head, Wren letting out a breathy moan as you swirled your tongue around.

“Fuck, that’s good,” he groaned, carding his fingers through your hair. The sting from your scalp was nothing compared to the lingering pain on your ass, though. He thrust into your face, shoving more of his cock down your throat, knowing you could take it. And you could.

Clearly, you hadn’t been the only one turned on by this spanking session, as you already felt him twitching in your mouth. Wren was practically fucking your face, but you could tell he was holding back a little - maybe he was trying to give you a bit of a break.

You sucked hard, one hand coming up to tease his balls with your fingers. That elicited a sharp gasp from him and without any warning, he came, filling your mouth with what felt like gallons of his hot, salty cum. You diligently sucked him clean and when you were satisfied you had swallowed it all, pulled off him with a wet pop.

Wren was panting, one hand rubbing over his face. You folded your arms and placed them on top of his thighs, resting your head on them. You blinked up at him innocently a few times and he offered you a tired smile. 

“Okay, okay,” he relented. “That’s enough punishment, I think. Good work.” Wren’s hand gently patted your head.

You smiled back and tried to lean back onto your heels, having forgotten what had previously happened. Even just touching your feet with your bare ass made you hiss with pain.

This punishment would last longer, it seemed.