#DON'T EVER SAY IT'S OVER IF I'M BREATHIN

[svtskneecaps]

doomposting this sadness that shut up purgatory 1 badboyhalo and lil nas x "star walkin" i'm right

[heterochromatica]

FINALLY

I have made some proper tags - more to be added soonish. Tag Dump:

[vvomanscorned]

She's going to be very carefully picked up, and hugged by a large blue Seeker.

@seekercoded

Marissa's not going to resist in the slightest, resting her head against the Seeker before giving his plating a gentle "tonk" with her knuckles, leaning back to grin up at him.

She hadn't meant to be away so long, not really. But the whole "interstellar ambassador" thing meant she wore a lot of hats, and those - unfortunately - took her away from the people she cared most about in her life far more than she cared to admit.

"You didn't think I forgot about you, did you?"

[m-musings]

okokokok, i LOVE how you wrote the overwatch boys, and I have a kind of long-winded request for Cassidy, Hanzo, Genji, and (if you write for him) Ramattra:

their s/o was previously a test subject for Talon experiments, something they have nightmares about. how would the boys react to their partner having one of said nightmares and trying to attack the person trying to wake them up.

ik this is kinda specific, but thank you if you write it! ♡♡♡♡

A/n: oooo this is a good request, let's hope my angsty writing chops are up to par bcuz i really hope this lives up to what you want (hcs under the cut!)

Warnings: general angst, accidental physical violence, mentions & implications of past torture (also op doesn't really know how to write nightmares/night terrors asdfghjkl) Word Count:1586

Headcanons: Cassidy, Genji, Hanzo and Ramattra with a Former Talon Test Subject S/O (Separate)

Cassidy:

When Cassidy awakes in the middle of the night to the sound of you fiercely muttering at no one, its safe to say he's concerned.

He listens for a moment as you make alarmed noises, trying to discern what exactly is going on.

After turning over to flip on the light, he glances over at your sleeping form thrashing around with your brow furrowed in terror.

"N-no... get a...away f-from me..." Cassidy hears you say clearly, getting more worried by the second.

As he begins to reach over to try and rouse you from your slumber, the volume of your voice grows from a to an earsplitting shriek.

As you keep screaming, you start becoming combative, slapping and punching at Cass while somehow still asleep.

"Whoa, hey, hey, hey! Jus' h-hold on a darn second here!" He says as he tries to block your attacks by grabbing your hands.

"No! NO! Let me out!" You wail as tears start streaming down your cheeks.

"Darlin', it's a dream, you gotta wake up! I'm here, just open your eyes!"

Debating between forcing you to wake up and just continuing to reassure you and talk you down from the fear, he decides that the latter is probably going to be the safest for both of you.

After a several minutes long struggle, you slowly stop trying to fight Cole as your once frantic breathing begins to return to its normal pace.

Your tired eyes begin to blink open as the last bit of panic leaves your body in a few small gasps. When you fully regain consciousness, Cassidy sighs in relief as realization begins to sink into your thoughts.

"Are you okay, what the hell happened there?!" Questions Cole as he smooths his hands over your hair.

Choking out a small sob, you gently grasp his bicep to try and ground yourself as more tears begin to fall from your eyes.

"Cass, I-I'm sorry... I- I was back in Talon and the pain j-just wouldn't stop!"

His heart drops at the mention of the evil organization, knowing what kind of awful treatment you went through while kept there.

"I tr-tried to get away but I just.... couldn't! It was awful!" You whisper as you cross your arms over your chest.

"Darlin' I'm so sorry... I am so sorry..." Cole responds faintly before carefully pulling you into a hug.

The room grows still again for a moment, with only the sound of your hushed weeps filling the air.

"I don't wanna go back, please don't let them take me!" You cry into Cole's shoulder as he holds you close.

"No, no, you won't. I swear that as long I'm breathin', I will always make sure you never have to go through that ever again."

Genji:

Genji is all too familiar with nightmares. During the first couple years after his confrontation with Hanzo, he would very frequently have them. He's been through that whole song and dance a million times before.

Which is the reason he immediately knows what's happening when he wakes to the sound of your screams next to him.

He rushes to throw your shared quilt off and make sure you're okay, getting punched once or twice in the process.

After the nightmares pass and you calm down enough to speak, Genji is right there to comfort you.

"It's alright, my love, it is over now... Are you okay?" He questions as he holds one of your palms in his.

You shake your head no as you take several sharp breaths in and out.

"I was there again... in that-that godforsaken lab with fucking Moira prodding at me like cattle! It felt li-like it would never end! I can't go through that again!"

"And you don't have to. I don't know all of what happened to you, but I promise you will never have to face it on your own. I'm here to help you however I'm able to."

As the fearful adrenaline steadily leaves your veins, Genji brings your hand up to his chest so you could feel his heart beating just beneath his cybernetics.

"I love you and will sit here with you as long as you need me too."

With a sad, shaky laugh, you nod and you take your hand back in order to wrap yourself around him.

He does the same in turn as you embrace him ever so slightly tighter before he ushers for you to lay back down together so you can get some much needed sleep.

Pulling the blanket back over your bodies, he scooches in a little closer and begins to hum softly in the hopes of lulling you into a nightmare-less slumber.

Watching as your eyes begin to flutter closed again, he hears you mumble something just before you doze off.

"Thank you, Genji... I love you too."

Hanzo:

Hanzo already has trouble sleeping himself, so when your nightmares come around, he's already wide awake.

As you toss and turn underneath your blanket, he tries to calm you down by running his hand over you head, not caring if he gets hurt by your unintentionaly violent movements.

Once the night-terror ends, you start holding your face in your hands and rock back and forth as Hanzo rubs assuaging circles on your back.

"My dear, what can I do? How do I make the fear stop for now?" The archer inquires as you continue to shake in place.

"I don't know, Han... every time I close my eyes, all I can see is the lights and the wires and the needles... It won't go away no matter how hard I try. I just want them to be gone." You state, anxiously starting to press at your temples.

With a noiseless sigh escaping from his lips, Hanzo moves closer to place an arm across your shoulder and rest his forehead against your head.

"I am sorry for not being there with you. If I were able to change history, I would have gone to great lengths to rescue you."

As you begin to cry at his admission, he places a delicate kiss atop your head.

"I would never ask you to do something that dangerous for me. I couldn't bear it if something happened to you..." You sob out as you bury yourself into Hanzo's side.

Hanzo is quick to wrap his other arm around you, offering a comforting squeeze before ushering you into his lap.

"You wouldn't ever have to ask for my help. I would trade my life for yours if it meant that no more harm would come to you."

Ramattra:

It's uncommon for Omnics to dream- let alone have nightmares- so the first one you have around Ramattra? It comes as a bit of a shock to him.

When he hears you yell, he all but rockets out of his reboot cycle to scan the room for any hidden threats to your safety.

After seeing nobody there but the two of you, he glances down to see you- fast asleep but clawing at the air like a trapped animal scratching at a predator.

He then decides to do a scan of your vitals, just to make sure you aren't in any immediate medical distress. The scan reveals to him that your heartrate and breathing are through the roof.

Just as he's about to cross the room to try and wake you up, you shoot up from your fitful rest with a loud inhale as you slam your hands down onto the mattress below.

Swiftly joining your side on the bed, he cautiously turns your visage towards him as he goes to brush a few stray strands of hair out of your face.

While your eyes try to adjust to the low light of your room, you call out Ramattra's name, receiving a modulated but relaxing shush from his vocalizer.

"Calm yourself, pet, I'm right here. Now, tell me what has happened."

As you take a moment or two to collect yourself and come down from your frenzy, you gaze up to meet the faint glow of his faceplate emitting from his eyes.

"It's Talon; they... tormented me... a long time ago. Had me chained down as a doctor injected chemicals into me before he began flushing them out and started the whole process over again..."

Watching as you barely manage to hold back tears, His joints all seem to freeze in place as fury begins to creep in and take over all his systems.

"They need to suffer for their misdeeds. Who are they?..." He presses, his voice now hauntingly deeper than before .

"I don't know their names, and even if I did, I would do everything in my power to forget them."

An uneasy silence fills the space between you two, staying there for a minute before the large Omnic grunts and lifts you into his arms.

"I am sorry for what you had to go through. Just know that if any pain ever comes your way again, the offenders shall be personally dealt with." Ramattra claims as he rests his faceplate against your jaw.

Relishing in the cool feeling of his metal features against your warm skin, you nod appreciatively before he begins to lightly sway you to and fro.

Watching as you drift back to sleep, Ramattra makes a mental note to hunt down the Talon members who hurt you the next time he meets his allies. He wouldn't and will not stand for the mistreatment of the only human he has ever cared about.

[createdbytragedy]

LOVE

Pairing: Lee Minho x reader Warning: A few curse words, mostly in Minho's pov , Genre: Fluff Synopsis: Minho hasn't found the right word to explain his feeling to you yet, so in the meantime love will have to do.

"I love you." For him, meeting you was like listening to a song for the first time and realizing instantly that it will become his favorite. You came into Minho's life like a fucking savior in your white dress and halo. You looked at him like there was anything in him worth looking at. You made him feel so many things he can't explain.

You understood his feelings when he didn't understand his own. That's why you were the one to confess to him under the moonlight that day. "I love you, you know," you said so casually while looking at him with a smile on your face. Like it didn't make his heart thump so loud and fast he swore you could hear it, like it wasn't what he was longing to hear all those years. When Minho just stared at you with eyes you couldn't actually read just this time, you smiled. Taking his hand. "You don't have to say it back. I didn't tell you that to hear it back. I only said it so you know. That I'm always here for you. " If only you knew what goes through his mind that night. The look you couldn't read in his eyes were because no one has ever looked at you with so much love and adoration. It was love, different than the rest. Minho didn't love you. Oh, no. He feels things for you much beyond what love can explain. So, he stayed quiet that night. It was the same night he laid in bed, tossing and turning with nothing but you on his mind. Your eyes, where he sees all the stars shining together . Your hair that blows along with the wind the day he first met you. You had a smile worth dying for but, oh, when you laughed. Minho remembers reaching under his pillow for his phone that night, staring at your contact before gaining the courage to click it. The brightness on his phone illuminate the dark room and the call echoed through the quiet room. His heartbeat paced up and he feels this immense feeling he never felt before. "Hello?" your voice made his brain go fuzzy, he sprang up, feet touching the cold floor as he sit on his bed, holding the phone to his ear as he struggled to control his heavy breathing. "(y/n)," he called, your name sounding so divine and celestial on his tongue. He heard you shift. You were probably in bed. Obviously it's 3:00 in the morning. Only an idiot in love would be up at this hour. "Minho?" your voice sounded groggy and a little bit concerned, " what's wrong, min?"

Minho tried. He tried to find a word stronger than love that could explain his feelings. A word that could enlighten you the things you do to him and how much he loves it. A word that could capture the beauty he sees in you or at least come close to it. But, he found none. So, he guess, love, is the word this world has to offer to such a divine and ethereal beauty like you. "I love you, too......" he breathed out. His heart was beating so fast and loud it almost hurt. You went silent for a moment. "I'm sorry I didn't say it back earlier but I -" "Don't tell me that through a phone, you coward," you had said half laughingly. He could feel the joy in your voice and it made a smile crept on his face," Meet me at the bridge and tell me that right at my face." Minho has never gotten to his feet as fast as he did now. A full on smile gleaming on his face as he did so. "On my way, my love. " he heard you laughing through the phone, probably getting ready too. The most beautiful sound in the world.

With that he threw a jacket over his white tee and dashed to the door. For once, he didn't stop to pet his cats as he wore his shoes and slammed the door shut.

That night, he ran. He ran for love. He ran for you. He ran to you. The bridge wasn't far and the chilly winds of October hit his senses. It seemed like all his days spent at the gym was for this moment. To run to you. He feels himself breathing heavily but he didn't stop. The fast beating of his heart was from either the tiring race he was running right now or the fact that he was racing to you. Both seemed like a valid reason. His feet come to a halt when he sees you already standing there. You smiled at at, looking at him, panting and hair disheveled from the wind. And he looked at you, standing under the moonlight once again like a fucking angel in your grey sweatshirt and plaid pyjama pants. He feet took slow steps towards you, breathing returning to normal but his heart was full of a catastrophic whirlwind of emotions – overwhelming love that may be unbearable. With each step, the growing pain in his heart started to intensify.

Before he knew it, you opened your arms and he fell into them like the snowfalls in December.

It felt warm. You felt warm and it felt like home, right between your two arms. The blowing wind and the occasional passing of vehicles filled the short silence of the night as Minho bathed in your warmth. You were there and that was all he needed for the rest of his life. Hesitantly, he pulled away to look at your gorgeous face, adorned with the smile he'd die for. He couldn't help but return it. And now he knew why there were no stars in the sky that night because they were all inside your eyes, shining at him. And he knew why the moon always looked so beautiful, it was because the moon is just a reflection of your beauty. "I love you," Minho tells you while looking into your eyes, just the way you tell him to and he didn't need you to say it back. Your eyes already told him so, that's why his arms pulled you closer and attached your lips with his. He kissed you. Without warning, without permission. Without even deciding to do it but simply because he couldn't have done anything else to make up for the lack of love his words needed. He closed his eyes and so did you. His left hand held your face with tender hands and his other hand held your palm to his chest. Right where his heart was located. And you can feel it beating trough your palms, telling you all the things words can't say. And he held your waist as you snaked your arms around his neck and said," I love you too." He smiled. Contently. Happily and purely.

Then, you stood at the bridge, looking at the moon while he was looking at you.

[angelicpoison12]

plugs & bowties 𓆩♡𓆪

you admit to Angel that you've never had an anal orgasm.. he just has to be the guy to change that <3

tags: AFAB!reader, gn!reader, anal play, first time anal sex, anal fingering, gentle sex, Angel is a sweetheart <3, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, PRAISE!!!, soft dom Angel

wordcount: 1.2k

NSFW, 18+ ♡

"you've seriously never cummed from your ass?" the question itself, so vulgar, and out in the open... it was mortifying, actually.

"yeah, i haven't. so what? i don't understand the big deal." you said, shrugging nonchalantly. Angel's eyes were still wide and on you, gauging your flushed cheeks. you were both lounging on the hotel's lobby couch. it was closed down, so nobody else was around.

"i mean, it's not a big deal but... it kinda is at the same time, sugar. it feels amazing." "you mean it?" "oh, i'm dead serious. feels like a milkshake with the fattest, greasiest burger ever." Angel nearly moaned, his head tipping back dramatically. "you aren't saying that just because you have a prostate, right? we both know i don't have one of those." you said, laughing a little, both out of nervousness and excitement. "aw sugar bear, i wouldn't lie to you like that. it can feel good for both of our bodies! ya see, with your body.." he scooted closer, gently whispering now, one of his arms curling around your waist, bringing you closer to him. "it nudges your g-spot from a deeper spot. it feels so fuckin' good, it'll probably make ya gush all over the damn bed." Angel purred. you swore you saw his pupils dilating a little, the sight making you swallow and blush.

"fuck.. well, if it feels that good," you giggled, shivering when Angel began to kiss your neck, his hands soft against your body. "okay, i'll do it. but only because i know you'll be gentle." you admitted, feeling a tad bashful. "aw don't worry, baby. i'll take extra good care of you." Angel crooned. he delicately nuzzled his nose against your pulse point lovingly, but not before licking a strip of flesh, making you mewl in need. he loved how sensitive you were; it made you easy prey in his eyes. a type of control that he refused to take for granted, especially with the job he had and the position he was usually forced into upon that.

"i don't think i can do this." you stammered.

you both had already gotten pretty far. Angel had helped you get all cleaned up, and now you were on all fours in his pink bed, completely ridden of your clothes. "what's got ya nervous, baby?" Angel asked, his voice kind. he pressed a few loving kisses to your shoulders, helping you relax a little. "just.. nervous." "about?" ".. you seeing my butt." the adorable comment made him laugh. Angel tenderly turned your head, kissing your lips before responding. "baby doll, ya forget what i do for a living? i see assholes all damn day. i've seen my fair share of holes. believe me, nothin' can surprise me anymore."

his attempt to make you feel better (somewhat) worked. you found yourself a little more relaxed, leaning into his touch lovingly. you felt something cold drip down your cheeks, then onto your asshole. "relax for me, sugar," Angel whispered. a hand came up to stroke your lower back, the upper arms running through your hair, holding you down so your back could arch for him. "so pretty for me. can't wait to feel you around my cock, baby cakes," Angel moaned with a grin. his gold tooth flashed a little from the purple LEDs of his room.

a lubricated finger slid inside. you choked, trying to breathe and relax your walls. you knew that his fingers were long, but fuck, they felt longer when they were inside of you. "you're doing so good, baby. jus' keep breathin' f'me," he said. his nimble hands kept continuing to stroke your flesh, whilst his finger slowly but surely rubbed up and down your canal. when he pressed it down, it pressed against your vaginal wall and g-spot. the sensation made you yelp and quiver, involuntarily tightening around him. "oh ho! there it is," Angel hummed, grinning from ear to ear. he managed a second finger in, remembering to be generous with the lubricant. he scissored his fingers a little, every time you would loosen up, he would make sure to stretch his fingers just a tad bit further. when you were finally ready for a third finger, you were a mess.

cheeks flushed, breathing heavily, nearly crying. Angel knew exactly what to do with his fingers. he knew just how much pressure to apply to your walls, and he was cocky as hell about it, too. you were an unfortunate soul who couldn't cum just from getting your ass played with though. "aw, my poor little sugar plum," Angel cooed, noticing your swollen, neglected clit and dripping slit. "mm, you can't use your pretty little cunt to cum... but i'll allow you to rub your clit for me, baby. you can cum. it'll help you loosen up for me," Angel said with a chuckle, starting to finger you faster, his three digits sliding in and out of you seamlessly.

your fingers were shaky as you rubbed your clit in time with the thrusts of his fingers. it felt a little overwhelming. the fullness, added with your slick folds dampening your swollen bud-it was too much. you came, bucking and gasping, eyes squeezed shut as you tried to collect yourself.

you sighed when Angel's fingers left you but squeaked when something blunt pressed against your hole. you looked back, seeing Angel's skirt had been lifted, and he was now pressing his cock against your hole. shit, he wasn't small but he for sure wasn't going to go in easily either. "relax, doll, 'm using lots of lube. see!" Angel chirped, showing as he lubed himself up. the wet noises from him fisting his cock was unholy to the fullest extent.

the first press, he slid up, missing. "shit.. even with the stretching, you's a tight one," Angel chuckled. two hands help your hips, another caressing your lower back, the other holding his cock steady. he went inside all in one go, your body trembling, a shocked gasp leaving you. fuck, he was in so deep.

the pleasure was intense, fireworks shooting up and down your spine. he was pressing the tip right into your rigid walls and where they met your vaginal walls, making your eyes roll back a little. "fuuuuck toots... you're so goddamn tight, oh my Satan," he moaned, burying his face into the crook of your neck, trying to keep his composure. you looked back at him, your noses bumping sweetly.

with a nod, he began to gently roll his hips, sliding in and out of you carefully. this feeling was foreign, but not bad. no, not bad at all, nor unwelcome. you felt full. really, really fucking full. it didn't even hurt; it was just dense, and intense (hey, that rhymed).

"don't stop.. Angel, please," "i know baby, i know," he cooed, leaning over you, starting to go a little faster, his dick plunging in areas you didn't even know felt good. you felt your eyes screw shut, nails digging into one of his pillows, filthy noises leaving your mouth. "that's it, baby.. aw yeah, fuck, gonna cum again? hm?" Angel asked, smirking. he reached down to gently rub your clit, his pelvis smacking against your ass. he squeezed the plush skin, wanting to watch you come undone over and over again.

"yes! fuck! don't stop. don't stop, please,"

your begging only spurred him on. he was going to use you all night. whether you cried, begged, pleaded, or even got on your knees-Angel would've done anything. as long as he could keep fucking you like this, just how he knew you liked it.

so maybe anal orgasms were magical after all.

𓆩♡𓆪

my sweet snowflake buddies!

@6esiree , @cosmiiwrites , @frxstwalker

[a-writer-on-elm-street]

Warm Bodies

pairing: otis x gn!reader

summary: in which you don't want to sleep alone so you find yourself seeking out otis's room in the middle of the night

warnings: mentions of dead bodies, a bit of dry humping

a/n: since this has basically been my bedtime scenario for the last few nights, i figured i'd turn it into a little fic. i feel like otis might be a little bit out of character in it i'm not sure but i hope you enjoy! :)

word count: 763

Your heartbeat was pounding in your ears as you stood outside Otis's door, your fingers curled around the handle. You'd been standing like this for the last five minutes, unsure on whether you wanted to disturb him. You just didn't know what to do.

You'd been lying awake in your make-shift bed downstairs for the past few hours, the same tormenting thoughts circling around your mind. Otis was the only one who could ever shut them up, which was why you'd found yourself creeping up the stairs towards his room.

You took a nervous breath, finally deciding to turn the door knob, the click of the door opening making you flinch.

You quietly stepped into the room, and Otis remained where he was on the bed, unmoving. You almost considered just turning around and walking straight back out the door when he hadn't woken up. But you supposed the worst he could do was kill you, so you might as well see this through.

You carefully reached a hand out, skating your fingers along his forearm.

"Otis," you whispered.

You almost fell backwards when he suddenly jerked up in the bed, his hand roughly catching your wrist as he glared at you in the dark. "What the fuck are you doin' in here?"

"I can't sleep."

"Okay, well let me help you with that. Go back downstairs, lay the fuck down, and close your goddamn eyes."

"You know what? Fuck you." You hissed, shaking your wrist free and turning around, deciding that this whole thing was pointless, considering he was an asshole.

"Alright, wait," he said then, stopping you in your tracks. "Just─get back here."

You did as he said, turning and walking back towards the bed.

"Why can't you sleep?" He sighed.

"I dunno, I guess my mind won't shut the fuck up."

"I know the feelin'," he answered, a breath of laughter leaving his lips. "But what'd you want me to do about it?"

"Can I sleep with you tonight?"

"Excuse me?" He questioned, his glare only seeming to return now as he remained propped up on his side.

"You know what, never mind. I'll just go back downstairs."

You turned around to leave but you were quickly stopped when you felt his fingers curl around your wrist, pulling you back.

Otis didn't say anything as you stood there staring at him, but he shifted back on the bed slightly, creating a space beside him.

"Well, come on then," he complained. "Don't just fuckin' stand there."

You quickly situated yourself in the space next to him then, a sudden warmth spreading through your chest when you felt his breath on your shoulder.

"You know, you're lucky I've been sleeping alone these past few nights."

"Those girls are no good for you anyway," you scoffed, a tinge of jealousy creeping over you.

"Why the fuck not?"

"Well they ain't breathin' for a start," you told him. "It might do you good to have a warm body in your bed for once."

"Oh yeah? And why's that?"

"Well...they can't do this," you spoke softly, as you reached a hand down between your bodies, ghosting your fingers over his already growing erection.

"What else can't they do?" He chuckled, his beard scraping against your arm as he shifted closer slightly.

"They can't do this," you answered, leaning closer to him and brushing your lips against his.

You'd always had something close to a connection with Otis, something that seemed to run a little deeper than just a mutual attraction. He gave you pieces of himself, and in return you gave him everything.

You allowed him into your body, and into your mind...and into your heart. It wasn't love, you knew that. But it was definitely something. An invisible string that seemed to tie you to each other.

He wasn't like this with the girls he imprisoned here. He didn't allow them to feel his breath on their skin, and he certainly didn't allow them the control he allowed you. It made you feel special somehow.

"Would you care to show me what else you can do that they can't?" Otis smirked, running a hand down your thigh.

You simply nodded, swinging your leg over his hip and pushing him onto his back, pulling a low groan from his throat when you began to gently move your hips against him.

"You know, I'm startin' to think you may have a point," he groaned, his fingers digging into your ass. "Havin' a warm body in my bed is actually real fuckin' nice."

[Main Masterlist]

[poppy-metal]

Can't help it because my brain always slip into the angst scenarios including toxic!Ballet AU!Jordan. I imagine they are still a supe and can still shift but only do it in private because they fell for the constant pressure of their parents and the mockery of others including the headboard of the academy. The fact that they can only shift when they're alone and not at will has built their frustration over time and it's not helped by reader being the cutest goody two shoe everyone fawns over. I imagine reader accidently walking in on Jordan's female form undressing in their changing room after a performance and when she closes her eyes turning away with a "So sorry!" she hears the girl she thinks is just one of Jordan's many hook ups shout "What the fuck freshie!".

When she turns back around to ask why this girl is calling her a name only Jordan calls her she's yanked inside and pushed against the door with Jordan's arm squeezing her throat.

Reader is paniced and Jordan keeps screaming different insults and threats, promising to make her life a living hell if she ever tells anyone (Jordan stopped shifting before their entry at the academy after promising to never dance as their female form)

Reader pieces it all together and after all the screaming calms down reader just calls Jordan by their name and so they let go of her and take a few steps back. Reader looks Jordan up and down and just says.

"You're look pretty."

Jordan them turns red and throws reader out their room screaming, "Fuck off!" and locks the door behind them before sliding down and trying not to cry because now the person they force themselves to hate just saw them in their most vulnerable state.

me when i love angst.

oooohhh they're extra cold towards you the week after that, thinking the worst, waiting for you to ruin their spot - but you dont. you dont even mention it, and that drives them more insane. to the point where the corner you after practice one day, in their fem!form because the cats out of the bag now anyway, "if you tell anyone about what you saw - you're dead. you see this?" they motion to their body, smaller and more lithe then their male one - "that means you're not safe from getting my fist up your ass is you cross me."

the threat, and you have no doubt they actually would beat you to a pulp, makes you smile a little. they glare. "I'd never do that to you, jordan." you tell them, sincere as can be. you see their eyes soften, marginally. you know they believe you, or want to anyway.

"better not." they huff. then they're back to eyeing you up and down. a slow smirk pulling at their lips. you can't help but think how pretty they look - their dimples show more in this form. everything about them seems softer. and then they say, "so, got an eyefull of my tits that time, didn't you?"

softness gone. you should've known better than to think they'd be sweeter as a woman.

"i - i didn't look!" thats a lie. you'd looked a little.

"liar." jordan steps closer to you, in your space now. you take a step back, flustered. that fact seems to relax them, and you wonder if they were worried that you wouldn't take them as serious in this form, but no, they're still intimidating as fuck. their eyes drop to your chest. "you should know i dont like an uneven playing field. I'm either on top or in first fucking place. you get it?"

"i - no - what - "

"it means," your back hits the wall behind you. "i don't lose."

only jordan would view seeing their tits and them not seeing yours as a kind of battle.

their fingers come up, index skimming the collar of your blouse, running down to the first button - your breath strains, but you dont stop them.

"jordan..." is all you breathe, and their eyes flick up to yours. the first button comes undone, and then the second.

"just making things fair, freshman."

when your blouse falls open they gently tug your bra down, not removing it, jusg enough that the tight buds of your nipples bounce free, stiff already.

you're breathing so heavy they move up and down and jordan just - stares. and stares. eyes dark and impossible to read. soft lips part just a little, and a thumb brushes feather light over one stiff peak. you gasp, "t-this is definitely longer than i looked at you."

they pull their hand away. smirk. "now we're even."

they shoulder their bag and walk away like nothing happened. you have the strangest notion that had nothing to do with getting even.

[presidentlokis-hornyhelmet]

pavi x reader that comes crying to him over personal issues and just needs someone to tell them that everythings gonna be okay 😪

Breathin'

🕸MASTERLIST🕷

Pairing: Pavitr Prabhakar x gn!reader Summary: There's only one person you can go when you're feeling down. He's the only one who cares. Tags: Crying, Comfort No Hurt

Also Read on AO3

🎵Feel my blood runnin', swear the sky's fallin' How do I know if this shit's fabricated? Time goes by and I can't control my mind Don't know what else to try, but you tell me every time Just keep breathin' and breathin' and breathin' and breathin' And oh, I gotta keep, keep on breathin'🎵 Breathin' by Ariana Grande

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Tap.. Tap..

The knock is relatively quiet but loud enough to hear. Almost as if the person on the other side is reluctant to call him. Pavitr Prabhakar opens the door only to find a teary eyed you standing at his doorstep.

His hearts breaks as you crash into him in a tight embrace, your arms circling him firmly as you shudder, crying. "Meri jaan, baby, what happened?" "N-nothing", you try to whisper but the words barely get out amidst the hiccups. You're breathless from running here and heaving, yet the tears wouldn't stop. It feels the whole world is spinning; you're mentally exhausted and you can't control the pain in your heart. The wound has cut deep and he's the only one you can go to. "Deep breaths, baby. Keep breathing.." Pavitr asks no further questions and walks a tired you inside to his couch and sits you down. Leaving you momentarily, he brings a steaming hot cup of your favorite beverage and settles it on the coffee table. Finding a spot beside you, he wraps his arm over your shoulder, but you won't have that and pull him into a hug instead.

He is happy to oblige, rubbing soothing circles in your arm and back as your breathing calms down. Little kisses on your cheek give reassurance.

You take a sip of the drink and he lays your head on his chest, the steady rhythm of his heart giving you the strength you need. His scent is comfy and his tightening arm around you is more than welcome.

Time flies as he patiently waits for your breathing to settle down. The tide of tears ebbs away and you've somewhat come back to yourself. "You wanna talk, baby?", he asks in the softest tone ever, still rubbing your arm. You love how he always cares for you, making sure he's not forcing you into doing something you don't want to do.

Today, though, you'd like to let the steam out.

Pavitr shifts so that your head lays on his lap as he runs his fingers through your hair, his other hand intertwined with yours. He listens patiently as you talk about your personal issues and pulls you up on his lap into a hug from behind when you begin to shake and sob again. He takes your enjoined hand leaves gifts soft little pecks, saying it'll all be okay and running his hand through your hair.

"It's not about being sad, it's just..", your voice trembles and you bite your lips to be strong. But, you're only be durable for so long. "Pav", you sob, "I can't-" Tears sting your eyes again and you shudder, burying your head on his shirt. Your grip on his shirt tightens, your knuckles going white and Pavitr gently massages them, kissing away your tears.

You sniff and wipe your eyes quickly, rubbing your nose on your sleeve sloppily. You're messy and you hate that you make him messy too. "Forget what I said, I-I shouldn't have come here. I'm spoiling your mood." Pavitr is having none of that. "Shh, hey.. C'mere", he says, cradling your face in his hands and lifting it to meet his eyes. "Look at me, baby. Look at me.." You oblige, looking up from under your wet lashes, eyes sore and cheeks puffy as you accept the tissue he gives. "Don't think that, okay? I'm here for you, I'm always here for you. Everything will be fine, yeah? I promise."

Pavitr looks into your eyes and it's a whole new feeling. It feels like... trust. Complete, unadulterated trust. And hope, that everything will be better. "Whatever happens, meri jaan, you can count on me. I'll always be there for you no matter what. Trust me, baby, everything's gonna be okay." He kisses your forehead softly and your eyes become wet, this time from the gratitude.

You sniff, giggling quietly as he kisses your now cute red nose. "Yeah", you smile, a genuine one for the first time today. You loop your arm with his, your drink in the other hand as you snuggle against his side. "As long you're by my side, everything will be okay."

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Hope you like it! <3

[moonandfriends]

It’s begins soon get your Pokemon and pokeballs because Moon’s Story is coming SOON

Quote for this by Star Walkin by Lil Naz X:

“Don't ever say it's over if I'm breathin'

Racin' to the moonlight and I'm speedin'

I'm headed to the stars, ready to go far

I'm star walkin'

Don't ever say it's over if I'm breathin'

Racin' to the moonlight and I'm speedin'

I'm headed to the stars, ready to go far

I'm star walkin’”

Artist helper credit is: Squeaky on Discord you can find them to do commissions with the name mellyjel

[destinyc1020]

I think Sydney will do anything for fame n i dmt think her fiance cares, as long as the money is rolling n he gets a cut lol i dnt get it, esp since shes a yt blonde woman n culd just get fans by breathin bt she seems to really live by the saying "any press is good press."

I know sometimes theres this Z vs Sydney comparisons bt bt I just think Sydney wanys the level of fame that Z has, or even Flo/Anya, bt i doubt she will ever get to any of their levels tbh

Yea, some people really do live by the media's mantra that ANY press (even bad) is STILL press lol 😆

Idk what the future will bring for Sydney, but she's definitely in a privileged position. I don't know if I see her having the same career that Z, Flo, or Anya have, but hey, some actors can really surprise you!!

So what one actor's career looks like today, doesn't mean that it will still look that way tomorrow, or 5 years from now. 🤷🏾‍♀️ Things can ALWAYS change.... for better, OR for worse. 👀

The Hollywood industry can be very fickle and is constantly changing. 🙃 Fans, as well, can be really fickle.

The only problem that I'm seeing with Sydney is that right now, she primarily seems to have more of a male fanbase.... gee... wonder why? 👀🤭

I think if she's going to get on the level of Z or even Florence, she's going to have to appeal to WOMEN. Men just don't fan over celebrities like women do lol 😂

She will need to appeal to WOMEM (imo) in order to get to the level of fame that some of these other women have. Majority of women will have to LIKE her. If women don't like you, it will be hard for you to become super famous, unless you're in sports lol 😆 jmho

We women take stanning to a whole new level lol 😆 We're the ones screaming.... We're the ones buying merchandise, we're the ones going crazy and getting emotional lol. Not that men don't stan celebs too (they do!), but every actor or music artist that I know who really made it HUGE, it was because they had a ton of women fans. Just my humble opinion lol 🤭

[horrorlove14]

Star Walkin'- Cyberpunk Edgerunners

Pairing: David Martinez x Female! childhood best friend! Reader

I'm writing an au where David is alive and he has a childhood best friend who's been there for him since day one where they have mutual feelings for each other.

Childhood best friends to lovers, fluff, brief smut, angst from Gloria's death, mentions of violence and injury etc.

Don't ever say it's over if I'm breathin'

Racin' to the moonlight and I'm speedin'

I'm headed to the stars, ready to go far

I'm star walkin'

David has his childhood best friend, Y/N to lean on whenever everything is going bad due to him dealing with bullies at his school, never having enough money for anything and dealing with an overworked single mother at the same time.

Y/N understands their situation because she's like them, except she doesn't attend school and works with her loving widower father at his auto shop.

Whenever he's with Y/N, he feels at ease knowing that she's here for him, regardless of the circumstances.

Don't ever say it's over if I'm breathin'

Racin' to the moonlight and I'm speedin'

I'm headed to the stars, ready to go far

I'm star walkin'

Whenever Mrs Martinez passed away from a car accident, David got an implant on his body and got expelled from school, he turned to her and her father since he had nobody else left to turn to.

Y/N would help David cope with the loss by hanging out together at their usual hangout place with drinks, music and pizza.

He feels a bit better from it because he needed to temporarily forget about the pain of losing his only family member in his life since he doesn't know anything about his birth father.

When he gets involved with Maine's gang to become an edgerunner to earn money, she worries about him due to the nature of the missions he goes on but is reassured that he will call her when they are over.

On the mission to get high up

I know that I'ma die reachin' for a life that I don't really need at all

Never listened to replies, learned a lesson from the wise

David would miss her during his missions and often would ask Dorio for advice because he has realised that he has truly fallen in love with his one and only childhood best friend.

Dorio is happy to help him because it reminds her of herself who was falling in love with Maine before they got together.

You should never take advice from a n***a that ain't try

They said I wouldn't make it out alive

They told me I would never see the rise

That's why I gotta kill 'em every time (Gotta watch 'em bleed, too)

Whenever he returns from a mission, he is greeted by Y/N and her dad with open arms which made him feel at home, knowing that he has people to come home to.

Y/N has always seen David as a man since puberty and remark on how much he has changed psychically due to the implants he has been getting for his missions.

David does feel bad at times for worrying them due to the injuries he would get but gets them treated since nobody has insurance.

Don't ever say it's over if I'm breathin'

Racin' to the moonlight and I'm speedin'

I'm headed to the stars, ready to go far

I'm star walkin'

As time passes, David decides to put his plan of making Y/N his into action by inviting her to a nightclub with Maine's gang to celebrate a successful mission.

Everyone is having a blast by drinking and dancing away to the loud music being played throughout the whole building.

David decides to drag Y/N to a more secluded part of the building because he decided to use this opportunity to finally confess his feelings towards her.

Don't ever say it's over if I'm breathin'

Racin' to the moonlight and I'm speedin'

I'm headed to the stars, ready to go far

I'm star walkin'

He has her pinned against the wall, making her feel extremely flustered as he has a serious expression on his face before he confesses his feelings towards her with such sincerity in his tone.

She manages to compose herself before telling him that she loves him too and gives a quick peck on his lips as her answer to his confession.

David couldn't help but to pick her up and spin her around in his arms while thanking her for making him the happiest man alive and the gang cheered after hearing that.

Been that n***a since I came out my momma (Woo)

Thankin' God daddy never wore a condom (Woo)

Prove 'em wrong every time 'til it's normal

Why worship legends when you know that you can join 'em?

Time goes on, David and Y/N are happy in their relationship where they would go on dates by cruising around the city, have food and people watching together etc.

When it is time for the to take their relationship to the next level, they would do the deed to lose their virginity together when they're home alone.

During sex, David worships his darling's body with bruising kisses, markings and embraces while declaring his love towards her and she does the same for him as well.

As they are reaching the climax of their lovemaking, their bodies are entangled with one another and cum together as they feel the high from the act before sharing a passionate kiss together.

Th-These n***as don't like me, they don't like me

Likely, they wanna fight me

Come on, try it out, try me

They put me down, but I never cried out

Why me?

Word from the wise

David and the gang are devastated by the loss of their leader, Maine and Dorio during a kidnapping mission gone wrong that resulted in an explosion, along with cyberpsychosis at the same time.

Y/N and her dad comfort everyone to the best of their abilities, especially David because he feels guilty for not being able to rescue them and only salvaged Maine's cybernetic arms from the ordeal.

A few months later, he becomes the new leader and a well-renowned edgerunner. Y/N, her father and the gang share their concerns about his health due to him getting more implants and showing signs of cyberpsychosis.

Don't put worth inside a nigga that ain't try

They said I wouldn't make it out alive

They told me I would never see the rise

That's why I gotta kill 'em every time (Gotta watch 'em bleed, too)

Y/N discovers that she's late on her period so she gets a pregnancy test to confirm her suspicion and it turned out to be true.

She tearfully confides in the gang and her father about her pregnancy because she is afraid of David's reaction due to the cyberpsychosis he's experiencing.

They gently reassure her that they'll be there for her and the baby, especially her father because he vows to protect his unborn grandchild, no matter what.

She figures out how she'll break the news to David since she wants to keep the baby which is the result of their love.

Once she does it, he reacted to the news very well by kneeling down to place a gentle kiss on her stomach and sheds happy tears at the fact that he and Y/N will become parents despite their young age.

Don't put worth inside a n***a that ain't try

They said I wouldn't make it out alive

They told me I would never see the rise

That's why I gotta kill 'em every time (Gotta watch 'em bleed, too)

During the pregnancy, Y/N is well looked after while David and the gang are away for their missions. She keeps them updated on the progress of the baby and always reassures them that they are doing fine.

When it's time for the first ultrasound, David and Y/N get to hear their baby's heartbeat and find out their gender to be a girl, bringing a tear to his eye from happiness that he's going to be having a little princess of his own.

Whenever David has a day off or returns home from a mission, he would rest his head and hands on her baby bump to feel his daughter's movements and talk to her.

They decided to name their daughter after their late mothers to honour their memory and couldn't wait to meet her.

Don't ever say it's over if I'm breathin'

Racin' to the moonlight and I'm speedin'

I'm headed to the stars, ready to go far

I'm star walkin'

Y/N's father is looking after Y/N and would tell her stories about her late mother from their first meeting to their marriage.

He would tell her what a kindhearted woman her mother was and recalling the day he and her mother became parents which was the happiest days of their lives.

They get to feel the baby kicking from hearing them talking to the baby bump often and record the baby's heartbeats for David whenever he's missing them during his missions.

Don't ever say it's over if I'm breathin'

Racin' to the moonlight and I'm speedin'

I'm headed to the stars, ready to go far

I'm star walkin'

On one fateful day, David and his gang have come across the cyberpsycho, Adam Smasher, during a mission where Lucy gets kidnapped by Faraday who betrays the gang for his selfish greed and power.

He uses the cyberskeleton to fight against Smasher while dealing with cyberpsychosis, but Smasher is too strong for him to handle. Faraday murders Kiwi to tie up a loose end in regards to the cyberskeleton, and Rebecca got crushed to death by Smasher.

Meanwhile, Y/N and her dad are praying for the gang's safety, especially for David, because she wants him back to witness the birth of their daughter and live a happy life together after having a courthouse wedding before he left for the mission.

Star walkin'

David and the surviving gang members have managed to get away to safety. They all end up in the hospital to get treated, but David had to be in a medically induced coma to be fully healed.

Y/N, who is fully pregnant by this point, stays by her husband's bedside until she ended up going into labour with their daughter, which lasted for 12 hours.

David has come out of his coma to be greeted by the sight of his wife holding their newborn baby girl in her arms, which made him tear up from happiness.

He was afraid to hold her at first, fearing that he would break her but is reassured that it would be alright, and once he does, the baby had her little hand wrap around his finger which made him cry more.

Everyone mourns the loss of Kiwi and Rebecca. The gang went their separate ways but still kept in touch with each other to hang out or do babysitting for the new Martinez parents because they adore the baby so much.

David and Y/N are spending their married life happily with their daughter after getting a new home for them to live altogether with her dad with the money made from the gang's missions.

Don't ever say it's over if I'm breathin'

Racin' to the moonlight and I'm speedin'

I'm headed to the stars, ready to go far

I'm star walkin'

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End of song fic. Likes and reblogs are very much appreciated.

[cityandking]

photo album, mixtape, psyche, shooting star for minah, vesper, & caes!

tyyyyy!! // oc ask meme

photo album: describe one of your OCs’ favorite memories.

MINAH — answered! VESPER — sitting in solas' study talking about some semi-obscure magical theory and being delighted by the way solas approached it from his (assumed) hedgemage perspective and how that reframing added something she'd missed in her circle education. dorian, overhearing them, had leaned over the banister from the library above and was so insistent on getting in on the discussion that he was halfway through a lecture before solas asked if perhaps he'd care to join them for tea and scones, or if he was too loathe to abandon his pulpit. they'd been at it so late that leliana had dinner sent over, and vesper had just been satisfied and thrilled and grateful, which were novel and delightful things to feel in the middle of the war and the chaos. CAES — also answered!

mixtape: 5 songs that describe your OC(s) or songs they themselves would like.

MINAH — 1. bad blood - bastille (all this bad blood here / won't you let it dry? / it's been cold for years / won't you let it lie?) 2. part of me - noah kahan (even through the pain, I can't recall your face / just the ache of knowing everything was gonna change / I got so close to love with you, my dear / but I don't miss you / I miss the way you made me feel) 3. final girl - chvrches (telling all the tales took time that I just do not have / sifting further through the wreckage, I think you just have to laugh) 4. you can run - adam jones (truth gonna come out, someday / it's gonna wipe that smile right off your face) 5. liar - the arcadian wild (my life’s become this grand game of deception / my mind’s ignored all my heart’s good intentions) VESPER — 1. dear doubt - michael schulte (dear doubt, you wore out a path to my door / and it's needless to say that there's no way that I want you here) 2. make them gold - chvrches (we are made up of our longest days / we are falling but not alone / we will take the best parts of ourselves / and make them gold) 3. son - sleeping at last (so I will try, try, try to breathe / 'til it turns to muscle memory / I'm only steady on my knees / but one day, I'll stand on my own two feet) 4. woodblock - joe gil (I don't have to take my burdens home / I don't have to do this on my own) 5. be yourself - harrison storm (take on the colors on / and fire fight the winter storms) CAES — 1. everybody wants to rule the world - tears for fears (all for freedom and for pleasure / nothing ever lasts forever / everybody wants to rule the world) 2. forces of the unseen - cloud cult (I'm gonna make it through, you'll see / I swear I'll prove you wrong / you haven't seen the last of me / I am way too strong) 3. culling of the fold - the decemberists (listen up boy / and listen up girl / it's a shallow little trench / and it's giving off a stench / it's a shallow little world) 4. heat stroke - black math (you're breathin' hard but I still got a hundred miles / untouchable I live for this / I breathe for this / I bleed for this) 5. my songs know what you did in the dark - fall out boy (be careful making wishes in the dark / can't be sure when they've hit their mark / and besides in the mean-meantime I'm just dreaming of tearing you apart)

psyche: what’s their head space like? do they have any mental illnesses? how do they process difficult or emotional situations? what are their coping mechanisms?

MINAH — it... could be worse? like it's not great up there but she's perfectly functional. she just ignores some stuff (or obsesses over it too much, or swings wildly between the two). processing emotions is not really part of her skill set, so most of her coping mechanisms are rooted in avoidance, distraction, and deflection all piled together into a wobbly card tower of maladaptive techniques. but honestly, she's fine. VESPER — her headspace is mostly just bleak. kind of a constant churn of what-if and not-again. she's definitely got a bit of an undiagnosed anxiety thing going on, but she copes with it pretty well all things considered. her emotional processing works overtime to keep up with how much thinking she does all the damn time, and her coping mechanisms tend to be Working Even More. one of the upsides of the inquisition is that she finally gets a proper support network. CAES — pristine. you've never met anyone better at compartmentalizing. he's a horrible little man who doesn't know how to let go of a grudge but he will have it sorted by date, location, responsible parties, and weather at the time. I'm not sure he "processes" his emotions but he sure does Do Something About Them (exact revenge, be petty, plot people's downfalls, etc.)

shooting star: if your OC(s) could have one wish what would it be?

MINAH — she doesn't know. she's so torn about what she wants most that it would be almost impossible for her to choose just one thing to wish for. maybe to go back and do it all over again. maybe just to have all the facts, so at least she'd know what went wrong. VESPER — part of her would feel obligated to wish for things for other people—a stop to the fighting, peace in southern thedas, that sort of thing. I think probably in actually she'd wish for happiness, or the chance to talk to solas again—to try to change his mind, or just to understand why he's so determined to continue down this path. CAES — power, probably. the sort of power you can dangle over people's heads; the sort of power that works quiet and in secret and bends the world to your will. it's why he wanted so badly to join the magisterium—it may be cutthroat and bloody and twisted, but it's also the center of everything and a great place to be to get shit done.

[vvomanscorned]

tag dump

[wolveswithblackpearls]

don't ever say it's over if i'm breathin' ... (Star Walkin' by Lil Nas X)

~ by Admin S

[galacticmultitude-archive]

• 🪐 ⋯⋯⋯ don't ever say it's over if i'm breathin. race ya to the moonlight and i'm speedin. i'm headed to the stars, ready to go far...

WE'RE STARWALKING