#I'm really struggling with legs again recently I'm just not doing them

[emile-hides]

Big buncha Mario Characters in my style + Headcanons

[readsaboutreid]

Detangling | S.R. imagine

this is just gonna be a short little imagine because i can't bring myself to write anything more right now and i could imagine spencer being the absolute best partner about a situation like this

You walk into the door and Spencer follows behind you. You hadn't spent as much time at your apartment since you and Spencer started getting serious, but your place was closer to the theater he had taken you to for a showing of a documentary on your favorite subject he had surprised you with tickets to go see.

After about 45 minutes of watching Star Trek on the couch together he asks you a question you'd been hoping he'd avoid asking. "It's really warm in here, love," he mentions, "why don't you take off that beanie?"

"I-I'm cold," you mutter, not meeting his eyes.

"You're flushed and sweating," he reasons, stroking a finger down your cheek before putting the back of his hand to your forehead. "You don't feel feverish. Is there another reason you're wearing the hat?" He asked with a knowing look in his eyes before you break down crying. "Wait no, please don't cry, I'm sorry I-I didn't mean to upset—" his panic is cut off by your sigh.

"It's okay, Spencer," you exhale shakily. "I'm just—I, uh, I've been feeling a little bit down recently and my hair is kind of a depression rats' nest." Your cheeks heat with embarrassment but you finally meet his eyes, which soften with understanding at your confession. "I've been hiding it with the hat until I can just go to a hairdresser and probably just have them cut it all off. It's what my mom used to make me do if I let my hair get this bad and it's kind of just the easiest way to make myself presentable again."

Spencer wraps you into a tight hug on the couch next to you. "What, uh, what if I were to help you so you don't have to cut it all off?" he asked softly, before hastily adding on, "unless that's what you want to do."

Next thing you know you're going into your bathroom and returning with a hairbrush and sitting down on the ground in front of him.

"I'm sorry about this, Spencer," you mumble as you wait on the ground in front of the couch, between his open legs. More tears prick your eyes from embarrassment and your lip trembles. "You shouldn't have to take time out of your day to take care of me like this."

"Hush, I won't hear any of that nonsense." Spencer chides from above you as he grabs the hairbrush you had approached him with. "I like taking care of you, and that's why I offered do this."

"But I—I'm an adult," the tears that welling in your eyes start to fall down your cheeks and your voice breaks as you pull your knees up to your chest. "I should be capable of taking care of myself by now!"

You hear Spencer sigh above you before you feel him shift around on the couch. He stands and walks around where you're seated until he's on his knees in front of you. He gently pulls your hands from your face, kissing each one of the palm softly and then holding them in his own. In his eyes you can see none of the shame or disgust you're expecting to see. Instead his eyes are filled with love, understanding, and concern.

He's quiet for a moment before reaching out to wipe your tears away gently. "Did you know that there are approximately 280 million people worldwide who suffer from depressive disorder? That doesn't even factor in those who suffer from depression as a symptom of an underlying physical or other mental illness." He leans in and kisses both of your cheeks. "I know there's no magic thing I can say to make you feel better, but just know that there's no shame in struggling. Or asking for help from those who love you."

"O-okay," you stammer as you look at him again before he stands and moves back to his spot on the couch. He slowly begins working his way through the tangles, holding your hair and pulling the brush through until eventually your hair is fully detangled and in need of a wash. "Th-thank you, Spencer."

He pulls you up and kisses your forehead before wrapping you into another tight embrace. "Never be afraid to ask for help when you need me, sweetheart," he whispers.

[jymwahuwu]

I'm sorry Q-Q this is what I was thinking about recently, I was just thinking about the elders scolded Dan Feng for bringing shame on them, and Dan Feng was expressionless and exuding vague annoyance...

cw: sexist, dan feng is a bastard here, lactation

You, an immortal concubine, want to divorce Dan Feng. (He has no wife, you are his only concubine).

You really can't stand him being so authoritarian and traditional. You spend your days sucking his cock and taking care of the dragon pups. You've heard that divorce is quite normal on other planets. Early one morning, you filed for divorce from Dan Feng. High Elder thought you were losing your temper, just like always. He didn't respond.

It was already a week later when he realized that you really meant it - everyone in Xianzhou Luofu knew. This gossipy news spread a lot, and there was a lot of discussion, and it reached the top of the news search rankings several times. No concubine ever divorced the High Elder. Having said that, as a concubine, do you have the right to divorce him? What does the law say? No one had thought about this problem before.

The other elders have been talking a lot, reprimanding Dan Feng for embarrassing them. To let such a scandal spread throughout Luofu. Even his concubine abandoned him. How could this happen? And he turned his back to them, thinking, expressionless.

A few days later, Dan Feng found you. You live in a women's advocacy group. You opened the door and found the figure of the High Elder. You were frightened and took a few steps back. You tried to close the door, but he grabbed the edge of the door again. Other employees tried to stop him.

"Dan Feng, you should know that the divorce lawsuit is ongoing. It is not appropriate for you to meet her now. If you have anything to say, please tell us. We will convey it to her." The employee warned.

"Is there a restraining order here?" He just asked, wagging the dragon's tail slightly.

"…It's okay." You nodded and smiled at the employee. "I have nothing to be afraid of. I also want to tell him something." So you let Dan Feng enter your room. You raised your chin, "What do you want to say? I've had enough of you!"

"Really?" Dan Feng just touched your sensitive spots skillfully, touching your clitoris with his fingers and swirling them around, and grabbed your breasts that were still leaking milk with his other hand. You are shocked. He blew into your ear. "…Enough of what?"

You didn't want the members outside to hear you moan, so you could only cover your mouth in a hurry to prevent some inappropriate sounds from leaking out.

"Don't get a divorce…I know you want to stay in the family…" His fingers pinched your nipples and you held back a scream.

"What news did you hear about other planets? You thought you were very independent…" Dan Feng wiped your milk and flicked your areola. "The truth is, you're not. You've been with me for over a hundred years. Are you leaking breasts and thinking about divorce at the same time?"

You bend over, the pleasure radiating from your chest spurring tears to stream down your cheeks. You wanted to struggle, but found that Dan Feng's grasp was simply irresistible. He even entangled your legs with his dragon's tail as usual.

"Give up. Divorce." He emphasized every word.

A week later, you cancel your divorce request. You returned to Dan Feng. He put one of the dragon cubs back into your arms, and they lay on top of you to drink milk. He gave a faint smile.

[smolsleepyfox]

Okay so, I attended a VERY local event where Falk was a speaker. By very local I mean there were maybe 20 people in a refurbished bar and he hung out with us after the Q&A.

Things that he mentioned in no particular order:

- PW didn't have a crew on tour until around 2008 and it didn't include a sound tech, that came way later

- they used a refurbished truck they bought in ye olden days and one time Matthew said he smelled fire. They told him it was his croissant. It was not his croissant.

- Falk is the organizer and logistics guy for the tour because (my interpretation) he can't stand not knowing if everything is going okay. Including checking the weather constantly during festival season

- he's also super nervous about his keyboards not arriving when they take a flight. Apparently they have been hidden to prank him before.

- the band knows exactly how to push each other's buttons by now and it is being used lmao

- his favorite video shoot was We don't wanna be no saints because his slimy (his words) character was really fun to play and it was a great location

- the tennis video was just a spur of the moment thing. The biggest issue was actually getting a tennis ball because the location is in the middle of nowhere. Roel had to drive to several stores.

- Yes the staff broke, but they fixed it again lmao.

- Falk has murdered at least four harmoniums by now. Most of them were from eBay. One instrument he actually refurbished himself, he showed us photos it was great.

- Also, the guitars in the Sinners of the Seven Seas video were the original stage guitars. They had to have their entire wiring redone after.

- the water corpse pose in Sinners was something he made up because standing in the water, his legs couldn't move the way he wanted them to for his usual poses. Apparently the entire shoot was very physically demanding.

- rain scenes are fine but My Will Be Done was hard because they used water AND wind, and looking chill while being pelted in the face with artificial rain is rough. Also, there were just literally people standing on the sides throwing leaves into the wind for the scene, which is hilarious to me.

- Falk was HORRIBLY seasick during the filming of Sinners. The ship apparently didn't actually move much but the difference in motion patterns to modern ships and the slanted deck was not fun. He was however very appreciative of the ship itself and the crew that worked it.

- Falk forgot the name of Demons are a girl's best friend during the interview lmao

- when i said i liked his tattoos he got excited to show them and seemed almost annoyed that he started so late in life. He's planning a full sleeve apparently (good for him!)

- I was a bit surprised but even when speaking to people who did use heavy dialect, Falk didn't switch from standard German. Some phrases still slipped out certainly and some pronunciation struggles (ch pronounced as sch are an easy tell) but otherwise nope, nothing. I've heard Attila speak more dialect in BtS videos.

- Falk for his perspective on fandom especially in contrast with Ghost and Sleep Token (I answered an ask about that recently) since I was curious if he had an idea why three bands with similar themes have such a different type of fandom around it. His best guess was that Powerwolf are kind of approachable (case in point that I'm writing this) whereas Sleep Token and Tobias from Ghost are more at a distance.

And lastly, not only did I get a picture, I got the title page of my thesis signed (in green marker because I didn't find anything else at my brother's house). And Falk got a copy of my thesis, since he seemed genuinely happy to read it. I really do hope he likes it!

Overall he was an incredibly down to earth, funny, and kind person even four beers in and very very tired. He said bye to us with a hug as well 🥺

[genericpuff]

Webtoons Is Making Moves - So Should You.

We all saw it coming ages ago and now it's finally here. There's no more beating around the bush or doubting if anyone is "reading into it too much", Webtoons' use of AI in its more recent webtoons is not an accident, not an oversight, but by design, it always has been. And I guaran-fucking-tee you that the work that already exists on the platform won't be safe from Webtoons' upcoming AI integration through scraping and data mining. Sure, they can say they're not gonna replace human creators, but that doesn't change the fact that AI tools, in their current form, can't feasibly exist without stealing from pre-existing content.

Plus, as someone who's tested their AI coloring tools specifically... they're a long, LONG way away from actually being useful. Like, good luck using them for any comic style that isn't Korean manwha featuring predominantly white characters with small heads and comically long legs. And if they do manage to get their AI tools to incorporate more art styles and wider ranges of character identities... again, what do you think it's been trained on?

Also, as an added bit that I found very funny:

Um, I'm sorry, what fucking year is it? Because platforms like WT and Tapas have both been saying this for years but we're obviously seeing them backpedal on that now with the implementation of in-house publishing programs like Unscrolled which have reinvented the wheel of taking digital webtoons and going gasp physical! It's almost like the platform has learned that there's no sustainable profit to be had in digital comics alone without the help of supplementary streams of income and is now trying to act like they've invented physical book publishing!

"The future of comic publishing, including manga, will be digital"??? My brother in christ, Shonen Jump has been exclusively digital since 2012! What rock have the WT's staff been living under that they're trying to sell digital comics as the "future" to North Americans as if we haven't already been living in that future for over ten years now?? We've had an entire generation of children raised on that same digital media since then! This isn't the selling point you think it is LMAO If anything, the digital media market here in NA is dying thanks to the enshittification of digital content platorms like Netflix, Disney+, and mainstream social media platforms! That "future" is not only already both the past and present, but is swiftly on its way out! Pack it up and go home, you missed the bus!

Literally so much of WT's IPO pitch is just a deadass grift full of corporate buzzwords and empty promises. They're trying so hard to convince people that their business model is infinitely profitable... but if it were, why do they need the public's money? And where are all those profits for the creators who are being exploited day after day to fill their platform with content? Why are so many creators still struggling to pay their bills if the company has this much potential for profit?

Ultimately even their promised AI tools don't ensure profit, they ensure cutting expenses. The extra money they hope to make isn't gonna come from their content generating income, it's gonna come from normal people forking over their money in the hopes that it'll be turned around, and from Webtoons cheapening the medium even further until it's nothing but conveyer belt gruel. Sure, "making more than you spend" is the base definition of "profit", but can we really call it that when it's through the means of gutting features, retiring support programs, letting go editing staff, and limiting resources for their own hired freelancers who are the only reason they even have content to begin with? That's not sustainable profit or growth, that's fighting the tide which can and will carry them away at any moment.

I'm low key calling it now, a year or two from today we're gonna be seeing massive lawsuits and calls to action from the people who invested their money into WT and subsequently lost it into the black hole that is WT's "business model". This is a company that's been operating in the red for years, what about becoming an IPO is gonna make them "profitable"? Let alone profitable enough to pay back their investors in the spades they're expecting? The platform and its app are already shit and they're about to become even worse, we are literally watching this company circle the drain in the modern day's ever-ongoing race to the bottom, enshittification in motion, but they're trying to convince us all the same that they're "innovating".

Webtoons doesn't want to invest in its creators. We as creators need to stop investing in them.

[chaostroberry1]

I want to read Ror's newest spin off since it got all over fyp, but I can't find it anywhere -,-

By the way if you don't mind, can I get a smut request of the trio underworld -(Hades, Beelzy, Adamas)- with a subby wife F reader? Perhaps an angryfuck with breeding bcs their wifey keeps demanding things from them while they're busy/tired? (we love hardworking husband) Ngl I love them so much

I hope it's not too much! I'm waiting for ur art too >⁠.⁠<

Hi!! This is one hell of a request anon 😆 haha

Hades, Adamas, Beelzebub (separate) × sub!wife!reader

°•Angry•°

Hades

he was doing paperwork and all, and was completely stressed. The man was completely overworked, and you weren't making things any better.

You were so needy. Like a pet. Always demanding affection, love, and everything else. It was tiring.

So when he finally had enough, he decided to just play into your needs and spread your legs. Since you wanted it so much, he'll give you all the love he's stored up.

----

"haa...haaa~! Hubby..~!!" You moaned, your eyes glazed with lust as his fingers added up into your tight little clit opening. He was good with his fingers, not to mention the speed he had was beyond human.

There you were, on the bed, your legs spread wide and well. The air hitting all your sensitive skin, your pussy throbbing with pleasure. Your shirt was above your tits—making them stand out more.

Your beloved husband was fingerfucking you to tears. Your whines and cries echoing throughout the big spacial room, one that was meant for a king and a queen to have their privacy. The background was full of slimy sticky sounds of your pussy being pleasured by your sweetheart.

"didn't you say you wanted my attention, dearest? Here I am now. What more do you want?" He spoke, before withdrawing his fingers, his hands making its way to his pants. When you looked, there stood an erect cock, waiting to pounce on your vulnerable little holes.

He slid his cock in-between your slit. Rubbing it with renewed vigor. It took a few tries for him to push the tip inside your pretty little clit, before it finally slid in.

"are you happy now, my queen?"

Your sobs and sniffles were a melody to his ears when he pushed more of his length into your clit, his hips moving back and forth, picking up speed and eventually deep breeding you. Pumping your belly full of his future babies.

Don't worry, he can last long enough to make you happy and fulfilled, just like you asked.

Adamas

Adamas was tired. Very tired of your 'whining', or that's how he prefers to call it. He's been finished with all your bullshit. You should have never lit fire to a man with a short fuse. He was not one to let things go so easily.

When he arrived to you, instead of giving you his nut, mf makes you suck him off instead. Then watches you struggle, before putting you in Doggystyle position and immediately going at it.

You really thought there would be like, foreplay or something? Hell no. Straight to the point.

---

"well? How's it feel you fuckin princess? You like that? It what you asked for, yeah?"

He looked down at you, before flipping you again to lay on your back, just so that he could watch your pretty little face all pink and stained with tears.

"you wanted attention, didn't you? Well, hell, here's the attention you've been demanding. Will that shut you up for a while? Such a drama queen."

He'd pound you till your eyes are rolling to the back of your head, looking all pretty for him. A sight he loved to see when he was in the mood.

He's not really one to use his fingers. He prefers to just use his cock, letting it do all the work for him. His hands are busy with your tits. Rolling and pinching them like they aren't sensitive.

If you love it rough, he's the man for you.

Beelzebub

He was completely tired after doing random experiments, and looking through recent papers connected to his new ideas. But you would not stop demanding for his attention.

You need to give this man ana award for putting up with you. Especially knowing how he is. All you do all day is ask for things and be all needy with him, even if he doesn't have much time to spare for you. Which is why he found a good solution for it.

That solution? Fucking your brains out. What a genius.

But think about it. If he fucks you well and good, then not only will he get a rest from all your constant whining, but also give you what you asked for. It's a win-win situation.

---

Now that he had you stroke and pump his cock, he did not waste a second to squeeze his whole length inside. Your moans visible, but clearly ignored.

"beel...beel...there- there! That's the spot!!"

Instead of going faster, he decided to slow down. Pushing deep, slow and sensual. It was pure torture, but luckily for you, the man was an expert with his tongue. He'd lick your clit and suck it slowly, making you cum and throb. Before sucking in a rougher way.

"there, you asked for this. I'll make sure to finish up soon."

He'd whisper, before pushing his cock back in, this time, ready to pump you full. You wanted love? Here it is. Oh, but I'm only talking about Beelzebub here. What about his curse? Well.

You'd moan so much to the point your voice grows hoarse from all the noise you made. Your cheeks would stain and flow with tears. If Beelzebub was bad, you better look at Satan. Once this thing comes out, you'll be coming multiple times too.

Finger fucking your butthole, pounding your clit after, cock slapping in between your pussy lips, and so much more.

Because you asked for it. He's only doing it for you.

[callsign-magnolia]

Undiagnosed // Ch. 23

Mature Content 18+

Jake Seresin x Neurodivergent OC

Summary: Katie Blair grew up trying to be the perfect daughter. She always struggled to be the prim and proper little girl her parents wanted. Big personality as a kid, but now at 25, she's the shy admiral's daughter who just keeps her head down and tries to get through law school. So what happens when she's had enough and with help from a certain Lieutenant, she gets out.

Warnings: Emotional abuse, trauma response, abusive parents, smut.

Word Count: 3.4k

Chapter 22 | Masterlist

I’m not sure how long we sat against the wall, but I finally got up to feed the kittens again. Jake and I didn’t say anything to each other, he threw away his beer and grabbed another before plopping down on the couch and turning on the tv. Once I was done I prepped more bottles for the evening and took the bottles and the kittens upstairs into the guest room. They were fast asleep so I walked into mine and Jake’s room, grabbed some clothes and quickly showered. I dried off and changed before going back to the guest room. It was only five in the afternoon at this point, so I opted to grab a book I left in here. I feel like I should be doing homework, but I guess it doesn’t matter now. I settled onto the bed with a blanket and leaned against the stack of pillows, trying to get comfortable. 

I fed the kittens a few more times and went downstairs to make myself some dinner. The awkwardness was palpable as Jake still sat on the couch, beer in hand. I wanted to ask him if he wanted me to make him dinner too but I'm pretty sure he doesn’t want to talk to me right now. So I made my dinner and ate it before retreating upstairs to feed the kittens one last time before bed. Once that was done I crawled under the covers, pulling the blankets up to my chin. I stared at the wall, everything that happened recently flowing through my mind, not stopping long enough for me to think of something else. 

“I almost just stopped taking care of you all together”

This single thought sent me into sobs and I was gasping for air to catch my breath. Did my parents really hate me simply for being born? I found it hard to accept that. Even for my parents that was hard to believe. I had to have done something to make them hate me. I’m not sure how long I cried for but I finally drifted off only to be awoken later by a hand on my shoulder. “Katie?” My eyes flew open and I gasped as my eyes adjusted. “Jake?” I sat up a little and he gave me a small smile. “Everything okay?” He sighed, his eyes meeting mine. He was only in his boxers and his hair was a wreck. “I’ve been trying to sleep for four hours and I can’t.” I pursed my lips, not sure what to say. “I’m sorry. Have you tried reading? I know it’s made you sleepy before.” He shook his head, looking at me. “No. I can’t sleep because it doesn't feel right without you in the bed.” I sighed. “Oh.” He nodded. “Just… come back to bed.” I met his eyes and his own were half closed. “Jake, I’m sorry.” He shook his head. “If anything it’s my fault.” “No, it’s not.” I told him. “But it is. I should’ve found a different way to separate you from your parents.” I huffed. “Jake, there was no other way. Any longer and who knows where I’d be and with who.” I said as I dangled my legs off the bed, sitting next to him. “No. I should’ve come up with something else. It is my fault.” I just huffed and fell back on the bed, putting my legs back under the covers. “What are you doing?” He asked. “I’m not arguing with you Jake. I’m not doing the back and forth and the taking blame bullshit. If anything it makes me feel worse so just stop.” I fully expected him to get mad and walk out but instead he laid down next to me, tossing his arm over my waist. “I love you.” He muttered. I sat there in silence for a while before I spoke up. “I love you too.” It didn’t take long at all for me to go back to sleep after that. 

The next few days were weird. We didn’t know what to do with ourselves except take care of the kittens and search for lawyers. Jake was still trying to apologize and it was driving me crazy. He had nothing to apologize for and I have no idea how else to tell him that. “Any of these stand out to you?” Jake asked as he slid his list in front of me. Being in law school for as long as I was, you learn a thing or two about local lawyers. “No… am I being too picky?” I asked and he shrugged. “I don’t think so, but I’ve also never had to search for one.” I nodded and we sat in silence for a while. We continued to look the rest of the day when there was a knock at the door. I immediately jumped up, beating Jake to the door and swinging it open. “Mav.” I smiled at him. “Katie. Hi.” He smiled back. “I wanted to talk to you and Jake.” I nodded and swung the door open so he could come in. “Want anything to drink?” I offered. “Water would be great.” I led him towards the dining room where Jake still was. “Mav! Good to see you!” Jake was excited to see someone from work, it was written all over his face. They both hugged before sitting at the table. I grabbed some waters and went back into the dining room. “So, I wanted to talk to you two about getting a lawyer.” I nodded. “We’ve been looking for the past few days but just can’t seem to pick one.” My face burned red at Jake’s words. “Well, that Cartwell guy seemed like he’d be good.” I spoke up. “You said you hated him because he gave a lecture in your class and he didn’t know what he was talking about.” My face burned even more. “I know a guy, he’s helped me multiple times.” 

He pulled a card out of his wallet and handed it to me. “He’s not that well known, but he does great work and I think he could really help you.” I looked it over, the name sounding familiar but it wasn’t ringing any bells. I handed it to Jake and he looked at it. “Michael Sterling.” Mav nodded. “Great guy, goes to great lengths to help his clients and he has experience dealing with navy court hearings.” My eyebrows popped up. “That could be a big help to us.” I said and he nodded in agreement. “Well we’ll call him and go see him as soon as he has an opening.” Jake said and I nodded. “You have an appointment tomorrow morning.” We both raised our brows at him. “I already called him and set you up with an appointment. Nine a.m.” I was a little stunned. “Th-thank you, Maverick. We really appreciate it.” He nodded. “What’s your game plan?” He asked. “Counter charges. I’m going after them for everything they did to me throughout my life. I have pictures and papers to prove a lot of stuff, then Jake is going to sue my dad and the Navy for wrongful discharge.” Mav sighed. “That’s going to be very difficult. But whatever you need, I’m happy to write a letter, give a statement, whatever you need and I know the rest of the team is too.” Jake nodded, his hand falling to my leg. “Well, guess we finally found our lawyer.” I nodded. “We’ll talk to him tomorrow and see how it goes. Hopefully we’ll get somewhere with it.”

The next morning Jake and I got ready. I went back to my dresses and heels and he put on a nice pair of jeans and a polo before Penny arrived. “Thank you so much for doing this for us, Penny.” I said as I let her in. “You’re welcome. How hard can it be?” I laughed at her question, leading her to the kitchen where Jake was making all the bottles. “Penny, hey.” Jake greeted. “Hey, Hangman. Look at you being all domestic.” He chuckled. “Never thought I would enjoy it so much.” They both laughed. “Uh, the kittens ate about an hour ago so they’re all asleep in their pen in the living room. When they wake up they’ll probably be hungry but if they don’t eat that’s fine, just try again later. Help yourself to anything in the fridge, there’s still some coffee and it’s hot. Just, make yourself at home I guess.” She nodded. “They’re in good hands, Katie.” I smiled at her. “Now go, before you guys are late. We need to get this show on the road if we’re going to beat you parents in court.” She ushered us out of the kitchen and I turned back to look at her. She winked at me before shooing us out. “Got everything you need?” I snatched the manilla envelope off the dining room table full of papers and pictures as well as my purse. “Yep, let’s go.” Jake helped me into the truck before getting in himself. I took a few deep breaths as he backed out of the driveway and as soon as he put it in drive he took my hand, fingers intertwining on the console.

“Hey, it’s gonna be okay.” He kissed my hand before we rode in silence. My heart was thumping out of my chest and it felt like it got worse the closer we got. As we pulled into the parking lot in downtown San Diego I felt my stomach twist. I couldn’t tell if I was gonna be sick or not. “Darlin’?” Jake asked as he put the truck in park. I held up my finger as I opened the door to let in the warm air, a soft breeze brushing over me. “Are you okay?” I nodded. “I couldn’t tell if I was gonna be sick or not.” His eyebrows raised as I pulled down the mirror to check my makeup. Once I saw it was fine I closed it and took another deep breath. “Let’s do this.” I jumped out and Jake scrambled to catch up with me. I didn’t stop, knowing if I did I would never walk in there. Jake rushed ahead, getting the door for me and I walked on through up to the front desk. “Hi, we have an appointment with Mr. Sterling at nine.” She nodded. “And what’s the last name?” I froze, realizing Mav never told us what name he put it under. “It’ll either be under Blair or Seresin.” She raised a brow but looked it up. “Oh, Miss Blair. Mr. Sterling asked that I bring you back as soon as you get here.” I was a little surprised as she stood. “Oh, thank you.” I looked as Jake and he shrugged but we followed her down a few hallways before she stopped in front of an open door. “Mr. Sterling?” She asked as she poked her head in the door. “Send them in, Carla. Thank you for bringing them back.” She nodded. “You’re welcome,” She turned to us with a smile. “You can go in.” I smiled and nodded, steeling my nerves before I walked in the door. 

A tall dark haired man stood next to his desk, setting a paper down before he lifted his head. “Miss Blair.” He came over, taking my hand gently as he shook it and I gave his a firm squeeze which he smiled at. “Mr. Seresin.” Jake nodded at him. “Please, take a seat. I suspect we’ll be conversing for a while.” I sat in the chair on the right and Jake on the left while Mr. Sterling sat in his desk chair. “When Pete called me I was surprised when he told me he was calling to get help for someone else. Usually when he calls me, it’s never good.” I cracked a small smile at his remark. “Maverick does have quite the reputation.” Jake said and Mr. Sterling nodded. “That he does. So Pete told me a little about what’s going on and I have a few notes but i’d really love to hear it from you two.” I raised my brows. “Short or long version?” I asked and he chuckled. “We can do a summary for now and deep dive as we need. But if there is any important information please don’t skip it.” I nodded, still clutching the manilla envelope to my chest. “Well, I guess I’ll start before we moved to San Diego.” He nodded and I took a deep breath. “Katie, don’t feel like you have to rush anything. Just go at your own pace.” I nodded at Mr. Sterling’s words and set the envelope on the desk. 

“My parents weren’t the most loving. They were cold and distant and I thought that’s how all parents were. We moved around so frequently I never really got to see how other kids' parents treated them. I thought that’s how all parents were. My parents really limited my contact with people and they controlled basically everything I watched and listened to. There were no tv’s or radios in the house and I didn’t even get a cell phone until I was eighteen.” I opened the envelope, pulling out the stack of pictures. “This was the first time my mom hit me. I took the picture on my phone and hid it in backup storage because I knew if she saw it, she’d delete it.” My face was red in the picture and there was a cut from her ring. He took it, his face falling at the picture. “I didn’t know what I did wrong. Now I know it was nothing. I was eighteen and they had no control over me anymore, but I didn’t know that. So they started getting physical as a way to keep me in line and in their grasp. This happened various times throughout the last seven years.” I pulled out a few other photos before I continued. “But it all escalated when I met Jake.” I could hear Jake sigh from next to me and I knew he was getting angry. “My parents care more about their image and reputation than anything, even me. A lieutenant asked me on a date and my father said yes for me. The date sucked and as he was taking me home he stopped just down the road from my house. He decided he wanted more from me than I was willing to give and when he tried to get my dress off me I kneed him in the crotch and punched him in the nose, breaking it.” Mr. Sterling and Jake both huffed. “As you should.” Mr. Sterling said, jotting down some notes. “I managed to get out of the truck and run towards my house and he cut me off. I managed to draw attention by screaming and our neighbor came out but my parents brushed it all off. My parents were mad I didn’t just let him do it and risked ruining their precious image.” Mr. Sterling just sat there speechless until I pulled out the photos I took. “I took these right after it happened.” He just sat there dumbfounded as I went on. 

“Jake and I didn’t get along at first and my dad decided to humiliate me in front of him by making me apologize to another pilot when he was in the wrong. Around that time was when my parents started hitting me more often.” I took a deep breath. “My dad smacked me in his office multiple times. It usually threw me to the floor. He’s thrown me on the ground, hit me with his belt. But I think the worst was the night before I left with Jake for the first time.” I gave Jake the smallest smile and he grabbed my hand, squeezing it. “You ran more than once?” I nodded. “Twice. The first time I left was because my dad was angry I wasn’t studying. He called me lazy and stupid and started wrecking everything in my room then told me I’d be nothing without them and I snapped. I told him I didn’t need them.” I took a deep breath, pushing my glasses further up the bridge of my nose. “Then he yanked my glasses off my face, smashed them with a textbook, threw me into a table and smashed my fish tank, killing all of them.” Mr. Sterling’s eyes widened in shock. “I felt numb. I didn’t sleep that night because I was terrified. The next day Jake talked me into leaving with him and it was probably the best thing I could’ve done.” He nodded. “So how did you run a second time if you had already left?” He asked. “I got scared. My dad is Jake’s superior. I was worried he’d lose everything he worked for, and seems I had every reason to worry.” Jake sighed. “I told you not to.” I huffed out a laugh. “Anyway, I left in the middle of the night and walked all the way back to my parents house. They were still up and when I walked in, they acted like they cared, like they were so worried. I should’ve known it was all a lie but I wanted so badly for them to care. But I was woken up the next morning to hear my dad drilling a chain on my door.” 

Mr. Sterling nodded. “And how long were you there for?” I took a deep breath, trying to think. “A few weeks at least.” I said and Jake nodded. “Two weeks. We went over to her parents a few days after she left because we hadn’t heard from her and they said she was sick, which we knew was a lie.” Mr. Sterling eyebrows raised. “You and who?” He asked. “A few coworkers and friends of mine. Natasha Trace and Bradley Bradshaw.” He nodded. “I think my parents were trying to sell me off or marry me off.” Mr. Sterling once again stopped writing. “You’re sure?” I nodded. “They kept talking about someone coming over and I had to be perfect and they didn’t care what these people did to me once I was out of their house. Mom had me get dressed in a white dress and everything.” He stared at me dumbfounded. “Jake and our friends showed up, kicked in the door and helped me run. I’ve been with Jake ever since. I started therapy, started nursing school and it all went down the drain when I went to the doctor. That was my breaking point.” “What was it, Katie?” He asked. “I had the flu, went for a normal doctor's appointment. She asked what I was doing for my ADHD and depression. I was confused and she printed off my diagnosis for me.” I laid those papers on his desk. “I was never told about this. My parents kept it a secret. I confronted my mother as soon as I found out and we got into it. She admitted she knew but she just believed I was just a shitty kid and didn’t have anything wrong with me. She admitted she never wanted me and considered just not taking care of me as a baby. Even said she hoped to live long enough to see me dead and buried.” 

Mr. Sterling’s mouth gaped open, closing and opening again, as if he was searching for words. “We got into it and I hit her, that’s how we got here. She pressed charges on me and I was made to leave nursing school, and Jake was wrongfully dishonorably discharged. But I want to counter charge them both. After everything that has happened I want them both to pay for everything.” He nodded, gathering everything I laid on his desk. “Mind if I make copies?” I shook my head, “Not at all.” He nodded, pressing a button on his phone. “I think we have a very solid case here. I think we could win it, honestly.” Now it was my turn to be surprised. “Really?” He nodded. “I don’t want to get too boisterous but I think with everything we have, photos, witnesses, your diagnosis, I don’t think her charges will even stand.” I looked at Jake, the first genuine smile on my face in days. “If you’d like, I’d love to take your case and work with you two.”

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[snootlestheangel]

More of the YouTuber AU random bits

Just thinking of this thing as I'm working on the drabbles

There's compilation videos of all the times Gaz kinda blushes/smiles softly when Alex calls him a pet name. There's compilations literally titled "Alex for SIMP President" and it's just all the times he's being Alex and in love with Gaz. The Among Us video fuels these like gasoline lol

There's "Soap Being Scottish" compilations.

There's "Times They Forgot Alex is an Amputee" compilations

There's compilations of Gaz's side eyes to his camera every time one of them says something really wild/insults him directly

Once he and Alex move in together there's compilations of "Times Alex Interrupted Gaz's Stream Just For CuddlesTM" and it's all the times where Alex just walks into Gaz's office and sits on his lap

There's "Times Gaz Had Beef With A Weird Russian Dude" compilations, but they're just every time anyone, especially Gaz, brings up his misfortunes with helicopters, especially when Nik is the pilot.

There's Ghost compilations that always comment on his dark humor/edgy humor; there's compilations on all the times he's referenced 'death' in his life (like how in some games his tag is "LegallyDead")

From @eaveplzzz 's tags during a reblog of the OG post, there's so many theory videos on what happened to Alex's leg; why do they always say "Classic Soap" or "Soap NO" when he has a bomb/sets off an explosion; Who Is Ghost? theory videos are a big hit, especially the ones about if he's actually "legally dead" or not; the theories about what happened between Gaz and Nik

Gaz eventually being convinced to do vlogs.

His first one is "Moving In Together" and it's literally just a cute/funny video taken from highlights of his stream where he and Alex unpack a bunch of boxes while answering questions from his chat. (the compilation videos go hard after this stream/video goes live) *there's one question during this where someone asks Alex if he's missing his leg because he sold it to help Gaz's career and he just beams at the joke while Gaz screams into his hands*

This stream/video was so popular Alex suggests they make an entire channel dedicated to doing streams like that again/playing games just the two of them/a day in the life type super duper cute shit *there's one clip where they start slow-dancing cause they're listening to a playlist put together by the chat and a slow song comes up. There's so many music video-esque compilations where there's a love song/dedicated-to-this-one-person-for-the-rest-of-my-life songs play to a bunch of their cute moments with the slow dancing in the kitchen being the refrain*

He does eventually post a vlog style video but it's just random bits of things he recorded while at a big gathering over the Christmas holidays with everyone. There's a few ways viewers piece together who is who: Soap because he's the only Scot, and they're always yelling his name in some fashion, Dylan (Gaz's friend) is also easily picked out, Nik once again due to his accent, and eventually everyone catches on with Price *comments go crazy spamming the time signature Price first appears with "Daddy??"*

What surprises everyone the most is when Ghost finally makes an on-camera appearance. It's a brief video, where he's smiling at Soap and Gaz doing something silly. It's just Simon in that moment: no mask, no black around the eyes, his hair is recently cut and styled, and he's happy

*bout to make it sad for a second y'all*

There's a stream once where Gaz makes it clear everything he makes during it go to a Veteran's Help program. It's before the holidays, a very vulnerable time for all veterans, and it's just a quiet stream where he plays a relaxing game and answer questions from chat. He talks about Task Force 141 (briefly and in as little detail as possible), he talks about the helicopter incidents, how he met all the guys he plays with, he talks about he and Soap getting up to no good together, he talks about some of the struggles he had adjusting to civilian life since he didn't know anything else, how much of a help his friends and Alex had been.

It's later revealed the reason he did the stream is for Simon. Because even though it's been years since the incident with his family, it's still something that can hurt badly to this day. How he and Soap were shopping for gifts for Soap's several nieces and nephews. How there was a little toy plane that made the exact same sound Simon's nephew's once did. They even looked the same. How a little blonde boy begged his mum for it. The child looked so familiar it broke one of Simon's barriers.

PTSD isn't curable, it doesn't just disappear over time. There's ways to trigger really bad episodes, and this was just one of those times. It was hard for everyone to see Ghost have such a big setback, but for Gaz? The way they all found ways to help Ghost during it. The way he and the rest of the team, their friends and loved ones, helped reach out to pull Simon back onto his feet. And Gaz wanted other veterans to have that support, especially during the holidays.

He and the 141 (Price, Soap, and Ghost) eventually start doing charity streams just for veterans and the many existing resources for them. They're always wacky, sometimes they're gaming, sometimes they're all in-person doing a fake game show with some of their friends. There's one where they all travel to Mexico to host one with their Las Almas friends to benefit North American veterans' benefits charities.

I don't know, I'm just having so many thoughts about this AU I might just write an entire GazAlex fic based on their lives involving Gaz becoming a big creator.

There's so many thoughts about this AU HOLY SHIT

[thevoidscreams]

In honor of Mating Press March, I give you this Female reader. You are Ferrus Manus's sweet little wife and the two of you are finally getting around to making the Emperor some grandchildren. Ferrus is quite eager to start a family with you and has you in a mating press. Because it's called a mating press.

Day twelve

Ferrus time. Time to get that Manus ween.

Pairing: Ferrus Manus x reader

Warnings: Breeding, more cum than you can shake a stick at and at least a gallon of lube to fit that what this man calls his cock. The jury is still out on that though. Sorry again for this being late.

You walked confidently with the little sheet of paper in your hand towards Ferrus's workshop. A broad smile painted across your face.

The Iron hands at the door stepped aside to allow you to enter. They knew better from personal experience than to block the Iron hand's wife from him.

"Ferrus!" You called, and he turned to face you. A soft smile pulling at the edge of his mouth. "What did the results say?"

"Now is the time. I'm at peak fertility for the next three days."

Your husband stood, nodding. "I see. Well then, we'd better make the most of our time."

"I agree."

You reached out a hand to him, he took it and raised the back of it to his lips before he stood. You just barely came to his lowest rib, and it amused him every time. To see you pressed against him, so small yet so determined. Ferrus took the page and set it on his work bench.

"My father's been inquiring as to our intentions on children. Before I had no answer to give him. But I believe the next time we see him, I will have news to share with him." Ferrus told you and held your hand in his as he led to you away from his work bench and towards the door.

"I hope we do. I wonder how he would be as a grandfather." You imagined him holding your future children on his lap and telling them wild tales from the crusade and before.

His face was calm, but his hands clenched and unclenched excitedly. He was looking forward to having a child with his wife. But also the making of the child as well.

Sex had been a bit of a struggle, given how big he was and how thick his manhood was. A lot of patience and lubricant had been required. It was easier now, but still, it took some time to get him fully in you without causing harm.

Stepping past the threshold of the room Ferrus lifted you up. His lips seeking yours as he carried you to the bed. Hands pulling at clothes till you were bared to his eyes and hands. His mouth explored the dips and curves of your body, leaving a trail of marks wherever his mouth went. "My beautiful wife. You will be the best mother. I am confident about this and there is no one but you that I would rather have than you." He cooed softly. "Do you really think so?" You asked, your voice a soft tremble. "I do. I would not have said so if I did not." Your hands pulled at his body glove and he chuckled. "You must work on your patience." "I don't want to. I want you to put a child in me, Ferrus." The Iron hand smiled at your eagerness as it so closey matched his own.

He stripped himself. You took in the sight greedily.

Ferrus brought a jug out from the closet, it was filled with a clear thick fluid and you shivered with need.

The primarch settles on the edge of the bed. Your legs spread to allow him access. He poured a bit of the clear fluid onto his metallic fingers. "Are you ready?" He asked and you nodded. "Quite, it's been too long."

Ferrus snorted. "We had sex last night." You gave him a coy look. "Which is entirely too long if you ask me, my darling husband."

He shook his head and slipped one lubricated finger into your entrance, he often wished he could feel with his hands how warm you were. However his cock would simply have to do.

You moaned as he curled his fingers and spread the lubricant as much as he could. His fingers were thick and hard, having slept together so recently it was easy to take.

He poured another portion onto his fingers and returned them till his finger glided smoothly. He stopped once satisfied.

He raised the jug to his cock and poured a line down his length, rubbing it to coat the whole length. You watched the movement with great interest. Your legs opened wider as he lined himself up. Slowly almost agonizingly so, he pushed in. His hands gripping your thighs and pushing them up to allow him to reach deeper. He continued to push in, the stretch getting more severe as he did. The deep groan Ferrus let out as he bottomed out shook the bed. You loved his sounds of satisfaction. The ones that you know he was really into. You both rested for a minute, Ferrus massaging your thighs with a look of absolute love and adoration in his eyes. "Shall I begin now my love?" "I'm ready when you are." You smiled up at him. Ferrus pulled out just a few inches before sliding back in. Drawing a moan from you both. He repeated, pulling out just an inch more, than another till he was pulling out almost all the way. But his pace remained steady as he made love gently to you. 

Ferrus was not one to rush his acts of love for you. And that included sex. It was an act that meant more to him than just finding pleasure. It was one of many ways he strengthened your bond. It also mattered to him that you were safe and comfortable when he took you. It was just another thing you loved about him. His pace picked up, his thrust still even, but harder. He had the steady beat only a metronome could match. The thought brought a smile to your lips. Imagining a little tick each time he thrust back in. Your hands brushed over his chest. Indulging in the warmth and stability it provided. "I love you Ferrus." You mumbled. "I love you too." He panted leaning down to nuzzle the top of your head. One wide fingertip found your clit, rubbing circles into the tender nub. Your sweet cries of pleasure were his reward, as was the way your pussy choked his cock. “You’re so beautiful my love. Taking me as we build our family together.”

Your body lit up at the praise and you tingled all over. Sure he was more affectionate with you, but to be spoken to approvingly like that by him was like being patted on the soul. “And you are so very handsome helping me to make that family a reality.” It wasn’t much longer till he had you reaching the peak of your climax. Ferrus followed on the heels of it, stilling deep inside you as he could. Pouring a flood of cum into your womb, so much it overflowed and trickled down your thighs. Ferrus stayed in you a minute longer, allowing most of his seed to remain in you. Your pelvis looked fuller with the sheer volume. There was an audible and wet sound as he pulled out. His cum followed until he pushed a finger into you to stop it. “A shame, such a waste.” He grumbled. “I guess you’ll have to keep replacing it.” You flirted. “That I will.” Ferrus replied, his cock still hard and twitching. It was going to be a long night.

[kenyaru]

STILL HURTS | 02

I MISSED YOU... synopsis | the next day, the ex-couple meets up as planned at the Bean Scene to talk it out. bradley is nervous, but he knows he needs to do this, to be open and break past his shell and keep max in his life; he does love him after all. genre | fluff, making up, lovey-dovey, bradley ooc, mixed-pov (brad/max) pairing | max goof x bradley uppercrust iii (maxley) warnings | L-bombs (a lot srry!), sappy lol, mild cursing word count | 2.05k author's note | hi! thanks SO much for the support on part 1! I'm glad everyone liked it- and here is the awaited sequel. i hope it's not too ooc for Brad, but I feel he would be genuinely apologetic as Max has been the only one to trust him. i'm considering doing a ken sato oneshot or something else; not too sure yet! lmk any requests! enjoy reading! <3

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Once that final text was sent, Bradley’s mind finally felt at ease. The brunette had spent weeks trying to get through to his ex-lover, a multitude of calls and messages to hopefully get a chance to explain himself. But even he didn’t believe in his own words. He knew what he said was wrong- how he acted based on his insecure feelings, how he basically called Max a slur indirectly. Bradley knew now what it was, how it felt to take someone for granted; you never know how much you needed them until they were gone. Bradley had been in a wreck of his own emotions and guilt. Every waking moment was as if his heart was on fire and crumbling, burning at the stake of his own actions and forcing him to replay their argument over and over again in his mind. 

Everything he did reminded him of Max; grabbing coffee at the Bean Scene, the occasional awkward glances at P.J. and Bobby in the library, skating. Skating definitely hurt the most. That was what they bonded over, and doing it alone, that was a new type of pain that Bradely wasn’t ready for. 

He knew Max needed space and was willing to give him that, but a part of him didn’t know how much longer he could wait. He felt anxious with every day gone by that his message was left unread, that Max was so clearly ignoring him in every way possible. Bradley hadn’t seen Max’s beautiful black eyes or his adorable smile in a little over a month and he was losing it. Scrolling through their old photos, opening his contact and hovering over the call button over and over- he was so lost without Max. But, finally, it seemed like all this hell took a pause when Bradely saw Max’s name pop up in his recent messages. Finally, after so long he got a response. He opened it so fast he didn’t even have a chance to process, to let his thoughts overthink and suspect what the other had messaged. 

Bradley responded quickly, putting his phone on the charger and headed into the bathroom to brush his teeth before heading to bed. He wasn’t entirely confident in being ready, but he was sure as hell ready enough to see Max. He just prayed the feelings he felt were reciprocated and that they could move on from this, that Max could understand him. 

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Just as he texted, Bradley was up and awake, at the Bean Scene around 5:45 to order himself and Max’s usual coffee. He knew they would need it. He didn’t even realize he was tapping his leg, running an anxious hand through his hair as he struggled to keep his composure. He was glad no one was here to watch this; to see someone usually so confident crumble at just the thought of someone else’s disappointment in him.

That was Max’s power over him. 

Just as he suspected, Max walked in at around 6:05, he was checking the time as often as he could, so of course he knew the exact moment the ravenette entered the cafe. Max spotted him rather quickly too, making his way over and taking a seat across from Bradley. 

Bradley didn’t know how to start. Should he reach out to him? He really wanted to hug him or hold his hand, but he knew that was too much to ask for right now. The dim lights beamed down on them, creating a calm atmosphere that didn’t help to ease the tension. 

Before he could even process, Max beat him to the first word. 

“Hey.” Max’s voice sounded softer, somehow sadder, like being there was a detriment to his emotions. It broke Bradley’s heart. 

“Hi.” Bradley responded, his voice matching the tone, though his mind was racing. He gently pushed Max’s cup towards him. “Got you your usual.” 

Max gave him a smile, taking the cup in his hands, feeling the warmth spread through his body from the cup. He could smell the slightly sweet aroma from the vanilla latte, his mouth remembering the sweet taste. He took a sip, relishing in it, and feeling his slightly tired mood beginning to lift. Bradley always knew how to get to him; just the right ways to make him feel better. 

But his heart didn’t feel completely at ease, and Bradley could tell that. So, he decided to push past the anxiety and start the conversation. 

“I should have never said that to you.” Bradley started. He didn’t want to start with ‘sorry.’ Even if he knew it would come out easier, it would sound fake, and he meant everything but.

“I let my insecurities get in the way,” He gripped his own coffee cup in his hands, the heat radiating just as Max’s did. “And I said things I didn’t mean. I don’t think you would do that to me, and I’m so, so sorry for accusing you.” 

Bradley could see Max’s eyes, see as he considered what Bradley was saying and was thinking of his own response. 

“Do you know how much it hurts? To hear you accuse me of something like that when my heart has only been for you?” 

Bradley could hear the strain in his voice, how he was already getting emotional. He hated it; hated being the one that caused that, that caused this pain in the person that he was supposed to love. Of course he wouldn’t, of course he wouldn’t know what it felt like. He imagined it to be horrible and offensive. He wouldn’t forgive himself either. 

“I know, that’s why I wanted to talk to you. I..” 

Bradley felt like he couldn’t get his thoughts straight, like Max being there was making this all the more difficult. But he had to do it. He had to show Max that he was being genuine, which he was, and that what he said wasn’t his true feelings. 

“I said that to you because I was..still nervous. I was still scared that you were more interested in picking up girls than dating me. And fuck, I realized how wrong I was.” 

Bradley didn’t know what his expression looked like, but the way Max’s eyes shifted when he looked at him meant something. 

“Angel, I am in love with you. I regretted every moment since then that we couldn’t talk, that you were hurting, that I couldn’t explain myself to you.” 

He knew he sounded pitiful and desperate, but he meant every word. He felt hopeless without Max. He used to hate this feeling; having to rely on someone. But, this wasn’t reliance, this was realization. Love. 

Max didn’t answer for a little, taking another sip of his coffee, contemplating what to say. Bradley hated the silence. 

Finally, Max spoke up. 

“How will I know..you won’t say that again? That you won’t let your insecurities get in the way?” 

Max asked softly, looking down at the lid of his coffee cup. 

“If you were still unsure, why didn’t you just ask me? You know I wouldn't hesitate to reassure you..” 

Max was right, and Bradley knew it too. Max was the type of partner to reassure when needed and try to lift the other up, and Bradley knew that. So why, why, would he say such a thing just because he felt a way? There was no excuse. 

Bradley didn’t answer, he couldn’t. Every response sounded like an excuse. Maybe he wasn’t ready for a relationship. This wasn’t the first time he messed up either; there were a few little arguments here and there, but it felt like this was the big bad. 

Bradley wanted to say something, but before he could, Max was already getting up. He took some money and coins out of his pocket and put it on the table.

“I think I just need some more time. I thought I was ready, but I’m not sure..” 

Before he could think, Bradley got to his feet and took a hold of Max’s arm. What was he doing? What was he planning to say to make Max stay? This was too much, just- 

“Max, I’m sorry. I know I can’t change what I said, and I know I need to work on my personal feelings about myself, but I love you, and I realize now more than ever that you are the only person I would trust with my heart.” 

Max’s breath hitched. He felt his heart beat in his chest as he heard Bradley’s confession. Bradley had trusted him, believed in him rather, and he knew that he would be the one to help him with those complex feelings that were holding him back.

Max was conflicted. He wanted to forgive, to give his love the chance that he deserved, but he knew that there was a chance this could happen again. Maybe that was the exact reason he had to forgive. No one had treated him how Bradley did, romantically at least. Max got the protective treatment from his Dad all the time, but getting it from a lover was a different story. 

It felt great to be pampered and get kissed and be seen as someone greater than himself. He knew Bradley would try for him, especially now that he had confessed it to him semi-publically. 

“Do you mean that?” 

Bradley’s heart jumped as he pulled Max to face him, looking into his dark eyes with a serious expression. 

“Yes, I do. I swear.” 

Ever since the Gammas exiled him, Bradley was sure he wouldn’t be accepted again, would be by himself and have no one by his side. But then Max, the one guy who he caused trouble for, stepped out and gave him that chance. He would never forget it. That was his Heaven on earth. Seeing Max’s beautiful face in the mists of the dark clouds, hearing his words of comfort and acceptance. 

Max gave him a smile. The smile he had missed so much before taking Bradley’s hand in his and returning the expression, but softer. 

“I believe you,” Max said, moving in a little closer before speaking again. “I love you too, but you need to be sure that you will be open and that if you feel those things, you would let me know.” 

Bradley could feel his heart thump loudly in his ears as Max’s calm voice filled his head. He nodded, hesitating before moving, deciding to ask the obvious question. 

“Can I hug you?” 

Max nodded, pulling Bradley in for the hug and holding him close. Finally, he could be in his embrace again. Bradley felt warmth spread all throughout his body as he took in Max’s scent and the way his t-shirt felt against his fingers. It was what he needed, what he desired. He was down bad.

Max lifted his head from Bradley’s shoulder and looked at him once again. 

“I’m sorry for ignoring you. I was just overwhelmed and…” 

Bradley knew that Max was going to spew into apologies; the Goofy in him couldn’t handle Bradley being the only one apologizing. Bradley gave him a smile and gently kissed his lips as a way of stopping his sentence. 

“Angel, I understand. You should be the last one apologizing.” 

Bradley moved his hand to gently caress the others’ cheek, admiring his features. 

“Are you sure we’re okay? Like, we’re still together and everything? I know last time we spoke, we kind of..” 

Max shook his head, debunking any of Bradley’s theories regarding their current relationship. He couldn’t imagine not dating him. 

“Yeah, we are. You even bought me coffee; automatic plus.” 

Bradley chuckled softly at this comment. This is what he missed about Max: their casual banter, and the way something so serious can dissolve into something so sweet. 

“Of course, I know how to get to you.” 

“Am I getting my money back?” Max asked, referring to the change on the table. 

“No, you did that to yourself, love.” 

Max let out a dramatic sigh with a smile, his two front teeth showing as he did. He pulled Bradley in for another hug, holding him close before whispering, 

“You’re such a sap sometimes.” 

Bradley laughed and returned the hug, planting a soft kiss on Max’s cheek. 

“Only for you.”  ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

[pryllee]

Come and get me.

Content: Yandere/Stalker Ajax, Lil bit of a blowjob, Reader is switch, AFAB reader, "Healing" but its actually not, Masturbation, Toxic relationship, Both are lowkey obsessed, Public(?) sex, Nosebleeds, impregnation, name carving onto skin

Pair: Ajax x Fem! Reader

A/N: Bare with the writing if it's bad since I wrote this like last year, I recently privated it cus I thought it was prob kinda cringe but I lowk like the sex part...

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part 1 / part 2 (coming soon)

Tears trickled down your cheek, his hand plastered to your neck as you felt him fill you to the brim, legs shaking in ectasy but also with fear. You were so unsure of what to think right now, Struggling to support yourself with your arms clenching onto the wrinkled sheets.

The way you spasmed around him was blissful, your moaning combined with whimpers was such a wonderful melody.

You wish you could fully enjoy it but you felt like a stress relief toy, nevertheless you loved being stretched out by his cock, wrapping around it as if you'd never feel it again.

And you really wished you never would, until now you try to fulfill it.

You ran away, obviously. Ahem, As I was saying, you ran away to a place in Liyue, and rented a small house with the bag of mora you stole from him while sneaking out.

But after a few years, you started to feel lonely, missing how he fucked you so hard, abusing your clit. He did it so often to you to the point you've gotten used to it and became hypersexual.

You hated it. You hated how you missed his touch. You hate how you know he never actually loved you but you tried to assure yourself he'd think about your own health one day.

Beads of water fell down your chin as you rubbed your clit, shoving fingers inside but it never felt enough, as each day passed, you felt yourself getting more and more needy.

Sometimes, you felt eyes on you. But you didnt care. And a few times, it'd feel intriguing to have someone watch you, especially if its him...

You have been hoping every year for him to come and find you, but you were met with disappointment everytime. But this is what you wanted, wasnt it?

Trying to hide this side of yourself fron your friends. "Hey xia..." You sat down, trying to act as normal as you can while clenching onto your thigh to relieve the need. "Hey! I'll get you something on the house this time! It'll be extra special too, after all you are my bestfriend!" She smiled happily, while going onto cook as you watched her from outside. Suddenly Hu Tao pops up scaring you once again.

"Hi! Heard there'll be something on the house, can I have some?" She exclaimed excitedly as Xiangling looked concerned for you and a little annoyed at Hu Tao, but decided to just take it as a joke anyway, "Coming right up!"

"Anyway, I'm gonna start some gossip now, Apparently a harbinger is here again on some business, They've been at every other nation already, I kind of expected this but do you guys maybe know why they're going to every nation especially here now?" She asked whilst smiling.

A harbinger?? Like a fatui harbinger? I wonder if its him... Hes probably forgotten about me by now. Its been years after all.

Your expression faded into a frown.

You had such mixed emotions about him, you love him but you dont, you always think about coming back to him but you're scared. You're scared of just being a stress relief toy again. You want to be something more than tha..–

"Uhm..." You snap from the train of thoughts, as you try to look at Hu Tao you notice someone is blocking the way.

...

"I cant believe we're meeting again! Perhaps fate wants us to be together..." Hu Tao gets up, and defends you by covering you with her arms wide open, "Im sorry, but who are you to her?"

"Shes right! How do you know [Y/N]?!" You felt your heart drop. But also feel a bit of sadness and guilt for him. Tears threatnening to spill like crazy as you try to hold them back. "Calm down, I'm just here to give her something." Cheerfully said, it made you feel disgusted. Nauseous, afraid, relieved. "Its fine...guys—Hes just..." I pause. I want to run away. Why cant I? Whats wrong with me? I hate myself. Im scared.

A few beads of water run down your cheek, as you hear him getting up, your friends completely confused as he wipes your tears, placing something in your hands as he walks away happily. "What the actual fu–" Xiangling rushes to put her palm over Hu Taos mouth. "I think she prefers to not talk about this... –She starts whispering in her ear– Who the actual fuck was that??" she looks at xiangling, an expression saying ’girl what.’

"Its fine, whens the food ready Xia?" The first words are shaky, with your heart thumping like crazy. Trying to calm yourself down, wiping your eyes. "Oh! It should be ready about now!" She stops the fire, Grabbing two plates getting it ready to be served. "Be careful, its super duper hot" She smiled "Xiangling... How much chilis did you add in mine?" Hu Tao smiled fakely with a sarcastic irk mark popping up "U–uhmm.." "GET OVER HERE!!!"

She yelled as she chased Xiangling who started running away. I stare confusedly, before turning to an item Ajax placed in my hands. You flushed red, but you couldn't tell why, because you've finally got your hopes fulfilled, or if you were embarrassed and scared. Ah, this feels repetitive somehow.

As you get home after spending some time with them, you open the box hurriedly he gave as soon as you plopped down on your bed. "Meet me at xxxx-xxx at 9 hihihi^⁠_⁠^" Beneath the note was a pair of lingerie. The box feels a couple of years old, is it because hes been looking for me... or perhaps Im getting my hopes up.

Should I go...? You stare at the ceiling, contemplating it as its already 7. "Its unbelivable he still writes in that shitty way." You chuckle... till you heard rustling from outside a window. You get up so fast, turning to the source. Walking to it while picking up a dagger on your nightstand.

Opening it, to find nothing, but a small camera that fell on a bush and got stuck. You felt sick. Now you were really sure you hate him. Or are you just denying your feelings again? Who knows anymore. You decide to go meet him and confront him.

The location is a fancy restaraunt, so you've also decided to look your best in hopes of meeting a handsome dude during it.

till you've realized after coming inside... he rented the entire place. He smiled, Head resting ontop of his hands, elbows against the table as he admires you.

Scanning your entire body even through the table. "I was expecting you to not show up, How lucky I am!" His cheeriness made you annoyed. "...Lets get to the point. Why did I find this outside my window?" You slam the camera down onto the table. He glances at it, his smile fading away, looking back at you with a dull expression. "Hm..." He placed his hand against his chin, trying to think of something.

Your mouth started to water at how hot he looked for a second as you felt that same need pop up again, blushing a bright red from embarrassment as you sit down, retreating your hand back. "Huh? Whats wrong with you all of a sudden?" To no avail, you dont respond, wiping your mouth. "Hmm... Come here." He pat his leg. Signalling you to come over and sit on his lap.

"Are you crazy? Why would I do that...?" You scoff, "Its not like you have a choice now that you came here, I'm sure you know I dont like resorting to force." "How about you make me?" He annoyingly stares. "You're really making me do it? Fine." He walks over, and you already start to regret it, getting up from your seat and walking to the other side from the table as him.

"I–Ill do it- I'll sit down." You shiver. "Well you're stubborn huh." He sits back down on his seat, Looking at you, and looking back at his lap. You shyly sit down on his lap, feeling scared as you can clearly see he brought a knife with him. One of his arms wraps around you, and the other slides down your thigh as you flush red.

"What if people see us?" Hes nips at your bare neck, making you shiver. Its been so long since you've done it. "Mhm..." He lets you off of his lap, and you start to feel disappointed. Till he signals to go down the table, Just what is he plotting? You decide to go down, its so dark under here,

After all there is a long white cover... you accidentally grab onto his knee, while almost falling down and you feel an arm pull you closer. "Suck it," He demanded. "Hurry up, I'm getting impatient." You gritted your teeth annoyed. You try to find it, and there it is, its practically begging to be let out, its bulging so hard.

You unzip his pants, finally letting it free, as you grip onto it, hearing him grunt a little. You stroke it a few times, Has it gotten larger...? "You slide your mouth up and down it, tasting a bit of precum. "Fuck, Hurry up and put it in your mouth, you dont understand how long I've been waiting ever since you ran away like an idiot."

You try to take it in fully, But you just gag like crazy, coughing and almost hitting your head. An arm reaches out, and pats you as you try again, Taking it in slowly. Tears are frantically falling down, as you start to get more and more wet by the second along with a sore throat. You're having so much trouble because its been years,

it feels so much more girthy, you shove a few fingers down your undergarments, stroking your needy clit, and across your folds your hands are covered with your juices as you already cummed. He grunted some more but he started to sound more and more annoyed till he dragged you out, your perfect hair was ruined,

and you were dripping wet. You were already a mess when you both havent even actually started. He placed you down on his lap, as you felt his abs through the shirt and his dick pressing against your back. He looks up at you as you blush a bright red, your eyes shifting everywhere. "Fuck off, dont look at me like that..." He chuckles, his hand raising to cover his face as he does,

Before he fists his hair into a ball. "Tell me, and dont lie, how long have you wanted my dick inside of you for?" He sucks on a a spot of your breast, while pushing your dress down to reveal it. "For...ever since I ran away." He smiles, "Oh really? Do you need it now?" "Y...–yes.. 'Need it so bad." You bite your lip in frustration, as you try to unbutton his shirt. "Go on, ride me like the whore you are." He feels even harder that before... You move up, placing yourself on his tip, slowly trying to enter as he holds onto your arm to support you. "Hnngh..~...mmn.." As he abruptly pushes you down full, filling you to the brim, you yelp loudly, as you shake like crazy. Trying to take some deeps breathes to process what just happened, "Fucking asshole– Let me take my sweet time." He kisses you on the lips, "Mhm..~ Cant wait anymore longer though, love." Half of his shirts buttons are unbuttoned and you can see his abs along with some scars. His face is so unreasonably attractive when he smiles like that. "Right..." You slowly move up and down, as you start to feel that same euphoria you've been longing for. Your pace fastens, bobbing yourself up and down like crazy. "Haaah!!~ Fuck! Ajax...!!~ S–sso bi—g.." His hand latches onto your ass, digging into its plush, as you feel yourself getting so close, you can feel every hot smooth inch of him after so long. "Fuck... You're such a slut with this pace. This is the first in years we're doing it and you're already cock drunk." He sucks on your breast, moving his hand to your clit, rubbing it in a circular motion and the other pinching your nipple, he leaves hickeys on your chest as you stop to cum, still having him inside of you as he stops rubbing, You fall onto him exhausted,

"Uh-uh we're not done here." He pushes you onto the table having full view of your body as he takes his gloves off, latching onto your waist making you shiver from how cold his hands feel. He leans into kiss you, starting to thrust sloppily as you felt blood trickle down from your nose.

Your moans and whimpers are muffled with the kiss, His tongue swirling with yours as your breast starts to press against his chest, His arm wrapping around your waist and the other wraps around from behind onto your shoulder. You feel yourself close again, his pace starting to quicken with one of his hands moving down to rub your clit again,

his mouth moving away, nipping your lips drawing blood as he sucked on your neck constantly biting parts of your body. You snapped, cumming alot as he did too, his seed spilling out of you down onto the floor, your juices with his cum mixed, as everything was messy, hes even getting you pregnant too. After all, if you concieve his child wont you both get married and stay together forever?

but thats not enough.

He pulls a knife out, dragging it through your skin as you start bleeding and whimper as a reaction to it even when your unconcious. He carves his name into your arm, smiling as he licks the blood after he finishes.

"I love you... I love you... dont ever leave me again... it was so hard..." He burrowed his head into your neck, eyes rolling up as he cooes there, sitting still inside of your unconcious body.

.

.

.

You gasp, waking up with a throbbing headache. looking around you to find Ajax beside you, sleeping peacefully with swollen eyes and a bloodied knife on the nightstand. "Ah... this is my house." You raised your hand to your forehead till you felt the immense stinging pain on your arm, noticing his names been carved in.

"Is he fucking serious?" He suddenly wakes up, still half asleep confused on whats happening. "[Y/N]...? Are you there..?" He rubs his eyes swaying his arms around blindly trying to find you.. "Huhuhu... did you leave me again.." He starts crying again like a child. "Um. I'm right here...?" You take him into your arms, burrowing his head into your chest feeling his tears.

...

He smiles. but in what way?

[blade-that-was-broken]

Soldier On

Getting that call felt like a nightmare.

Bruce owned a small resort on one of the islands in the state of Hawaii, running it with his wife, Brandy with their gaggle of kids roaming around. He was content where his life was and where he ended up. Good weather, great wife, a few kids. He didn't think he could want anything more. Well, granted, he wishes he had a better relationship with his brothers.

He left home practically the moment he turned eighteen. After his parent's divorce when he was about thirteen, things got difficult. They spent a lot of time with their grandmother and Bruce just could not wait to get out. His biggest regret was leaving his brothers behind with their mother. Their father had cut off all contact. Either that or their mother had. It didn't matter.

Floyd wrote letters but that was the majority of their contact. He started some kind of music career and seemed to be doing pretty well with himself.

Clay was in college, working on a Master's degree or something. Bruce wasn't entirely sure. Clay wasn't on speaking terms with him at all, feeling abandoned when Bruce fled the moment he could.

And Branch? Well, Bruce hadn't really heard from Branch since the youngest had moved in with Grandma. He'd have to be 16 or 17 now. Almost an adult. Almost ready to do whatever he wanted with his life. Bruce had no idea what that was.

And then there was John Dory, the forgotten one. He had been about fifteen when their parents divorced and their father took him in said divorce. They never heard from him again.

It was in the middle of the day when got the call. "Is this Bruce...."

"Yes?"

"This is LA Military Hospital. Are you related to a... John Dory?"

He hadn't heard that name in years.

Decades, even.

"He's... he's my brother."

"We haven't been able to find any contacts. We are glad to reach you. There is some news I have to tell you."

She had to tell him over the phone. Turned out, John had joined the military many years ago but recently had been severely injured in an explosion overseas. She didn't expand on the shape he was in but apparently soon he would be released and he had no where to go. Not that he would have argued but Brandy was with him when he was told and she told him to get him and bring him home immediately. She booked him a couple of tickets - one for him and the other for John - and told him to get him.

He wasn't sure if he had even mentioned John to her. He must have, right? Bruce had been thirteen the last time he saw JD. He didn't know what to expect.

He didn't expect to walk into a physical therapy center and having to ask which one of the severely injured men there was John Dory. He couldn't even recognize his own brother. He didn't expect to be shown the area and he didn't expect to see his brothers struggling to walk with only one leg. He didn't expect the all the bandages or the newly shaved head or the scar on his face.

"Sugar and cupcakes," John hissed in pain.

Oh yeah, that was JD.

The therapist he was with looked amused. "You have to be my only patient I have never heard swear."

"Force of habit, I guess... or nostalgia. Take your pick," John grunted.

"You must be pretty popular with parents."

"Their kids find it hilarious," John managed snarky grin. "Probably corrupted a few."

"You're doing great, John," the therapist smiled. "You are making a lot of progress."

"Maybe I should slow down then," he joked. "The sooner I can walk, the sooner I get kicked out on the streets."

"You don't have any family?"

"Tried finding them when I turned eighteen. Turns out, I'm no detective and finding cut off family can be harder than it looks."

"JD," Bruce called.

John's shoulders tensed. "I told you Mouth, not to call me that. Only my br..." he snapped, turning around. He paused and blinked, staring at Bruce.

"I know I look different than that 13-year old you used to know," Bruce started, awkwardly. "But uhm... the hospital found me? I guess? It's..."

"Bruce," John exhaled, staring at him.

"Yeah, JD," Bruce nodded. "It's me. Been a long time huh?"

[ballet-symphonie]

Strength vs. Elegance vs. Tempo vs. Technique vs. Precision

These seem to be elements that can’t always go together in ballet. I’ve noticed this recently because of a hateful comment under my favorite variation, which I watch over and over again. The comment said that the orchestra was playing way too slowly, and that if one wanted to enjoy the “original” variation, they had to set the speed to 1.25x. To indulge this person, I tried it, and oh my! Beautiful. The hater, while rude, was somewhat right. With the faster speed, the dancer also seemed much better (they were already good at the normal tempo, of course).

This got me thinking about Tsiskaridze’s exam. It was so unbelievably fast—the girls had no time to raise their legs, close their fifths, and be elegant.

But this also got me thinking about old ballet videos, like the black-and-white films we have. Of course, we are only watching the best performances, so we should be careful about this selective retrospection, but the dancers do seem exuberant, even though their technique is less than perfect compared to today's standards. But there's artistry, passion, and joy in their dancing. Today, I watched an old Kitri video, and oh my, was it fast! The comments were saying things like, “Oh, back when it wasn’t all about technique, blah, blah, blah...” So why do we criticize Tsiskaridze’s class? That too was exuberant and fast—the girls looked happy and healthy, though, of course, really tired, because it’s insane to maintain that level of speed and absurd choreography for an hour under pressure--but that's Russia for you.

But, are we being hypocrites by criticizing his class? Is Tsiskaridze trying to bridge the gap between modern, flat, technique dancing and the old, imprecise, exuberant dancing?

I really hope so. It could mean a new generation of artists, different from the past, different from the current ones. I think it could also mean lower standards which would lead to less injuries and healthier dancers, both in body and mind.

It's hard because the dance industry and the demands on dancers are totally different in the modern area. While the videos of dancers like Plitsetskaya are so enthusiastic and captivating, many of those dancers would struggle to find jobs today. It's just a whole different ball game in terms of physical demands, higher technical standards, shorter rehearsal periods, wider variety of repertoire etc. The skills needed to be a solid professional dancer have changed too much to go back in my opinion.

I also disagree that to be exuberant or moving artistically, one has to sacrifice technical quality. Marianela Nunez is the perfect example of this, with the joy and the suspension and perfect moments of tension yet carefree expression. Or look at Osipova or Krysanova, two dancers who in some ways, have quite a bit in common with dancers of old. Neither of them are considered especially polished dancers, but they have strong technique, powerful in all forms of expression and the guts to dance on the edge on stage. To have that level of freedom, individuality and abandon, your technique has to be rock solid.

I'm not against dancing at great speed, in fact, I think that tends to be much more exciting for the audience. But it's much easier to dance slowly than quickly, and in my opinion, the clarity, precision, and overall correctness of movement often suffer at quick tempos. If you can't do something well at a slow tempo, trying to speed up the movement and your coordination usually makes it worse, not better.

I don't think the girls look joyful or exuberant in the exam video, I think they're trying to manage the speed and technical content as best they can- they're trying to make it through. I don't see a good technique or much sense of individuality. I don't think this is 'vintage' ballet because I don't see good foundations, correct lines or placement. In my opinion, this is more likely to lead to injury and does not develop their skills to give them the freedom to blossom artistically.

I'm inclined to say that dancers of the past were less healthy, given the number of dancers that we know were heavy smokers or addicts. While health in ballet is very much a work in progress, there is more emphasis than ever on healthy eating habits, drug education, cross training and preventative medical care.

None of this is meant as a criticism of the VBA students who are simply trying to do their best every day. I simply feel that Tsiskaridze is not doing a good job in structuring their dance education to allow them to be their best.

[ken-dom]

Sorry anon, I don't know what happened but after I posted this, half of what I'd typed vanished, so let me try again with a screenshot this time and see if I can remember what I wrote...

Oof yes I can see this. As much as he feels all special and tingly when he receives praise, he struggles to believe it. Plus I can imagine him having this burning need to constantly let his partner know how much he worships them. And he would really worship them. They gave him positive attention and showed him softness?? How could he not?!

Imagine him in the Real World, begging and gripping onto you so hard as he whines, 'I know I'm just a Ken doll. I can't even beach here, it's pathetic - but you make me feel like I'm Kenough! Thank you, thank you so much-' and at that point all you've done is make out for ten minutes.

He'd be constantly hungry for more praise, trying to do everything he can think of to try and please you, hoping that at some point a 'Good Ken' will slip out and sate his need for your attention. Make him feel acknowledged.

(NSFW below)

This extends into the bedroom (or any other room he realises he can satisfy you in).

He spends hours with his head, or hand, buried between your thighs, memorising every minute reaction and learning your body in intricate detail so he can improve and get better for you.

He takes every opportunity to worship the parts of you he's most fascinated with. He's only recently learned of the parts that Real World people have, and the way they make you feel when he touches you just right? It's the best feeling to him. To be bestowed with your moans of pleasure. Pleasure he is giving you.

All the while, he would tell you how thankful he is that you're aroused, that you've cum for him, that you want more. Begging you to let him try again - 'I can do it better! Please, just one more, let me make you feel good again?' and then thanking you profusely when you say yes.

He would slip his hand inside your trousers from behind while you're cooking, or slide beneath the table to slot himself between your legs, or fall asleep with his hand pressed to your heat, worried that if he doesn't remind you of the way he can touch you, you might forget.

He would spend his whole life with you in complete awe. You're everything to Ken. Everything. He only exists within the warmth of your gaze!!

[writing-wh0re]

A/N: Hey Hey!Soo I'm kinda back?

I'm thinking of reopening my requests, starting my inbox fresh and letting new ideas come into play. Might restart my tag list as well, what do we think?

I've recently gotten into Anime and wow, it's an amazing world. I'm thinking of creating a post full of the characters I write for. Plus some of the original characters I write for.

I would love feedback on this Au idea! Would love to explore some Au ideas with other chatacters as well.

Any and all feedback is appriciated, likes are great but reblogs are golden.

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Champagne Kissed Lips

Adult Film Star AU Smut - Minors DNI.

Namani Kento x Fem!Reader x Satoru Gojo

Words: 3,301

Warnings: Smut 18+, Daddy Kink, Oral (Male and Female giving and receiving), Unprotected Sex, Vaginal Intercourse, Threesome, Slight Choking, Explicit Language, Alcohol and mention of smoking.

I hope you enjoy it!!

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University was a drag, class after class, stress after stress, bill after bill. It wasn’t like the movies and it wasn’t something I wouldn’t consider doing again.

I walk through the campus towards my dorm room, hoping my roommate Nova isn’t home as I know her energy will increase my oncoming headache.

“Your home! I have a quick question and want zero judgment from you.” Nova beams, bouncing over to me as I sling my bag onto the chair beside my desk.

“Shoot” I weakly smile, hoping to have silence shortly.

“So as we both know, life is expensive and let's be real, we’re both struggling.”

I giggle slightly, nodding along with Nova, slightly intrigued by where this conversation is going.

“Anyway, I saw Tilly, you know Tilly right? The bright red hair, covered in tattoos with the tongue piercing?”

“Didn’t know she had a tongue piercing but yes I know Tilly, go on.”

“Well, she came into class with a new bag and phone and I’m talking about designer bags.”

I nod along with Nova, slipping off my shoes and looking through my wardrobe for my lounge wear.

“Anyway, I asked how she got these because only last week was she complaining about having to work three jobs to afford to live and oh my god you’re going to flip.”

“Nov, just tell me.”

“Porn, Tilly is getting paid to cum.”

I laugh covering my mouth as I lock eyes with Nova, seeing her seriousness.

“Wait really? Shit, good for her I guess.”

Nova nods as I sit across from her on my bed.

“Which brings me to my no judgment question.”

“Oh no.”

“Oh yes, we should look into it!”

“Nova, I can’t do porn.”

“Yes you can! You’re so hot, literally all the frat guys want you, you would literally be rolling in it.”

“But you know I don’t want frat guys. I wan-”

“I know, I know, you want a man that knows what he’s doing, someone with experience.” Nova mimics. “There’s a kink for that you know, it’s called a daddy kink.”

I roll my eyes at Nova, laying back on my bed and sighing.

“C’mon, it's good money.”

“Nova, I’m not recording myself for other people’s pleasure.”

“Don’t you need a car? Wouldn’t you like to be debt free? You could move to New York and own a penthouse!”

“Nova, enough.”

“Just know it's an option, I’m going to talk to Tilly about it.”

I nod in response as Nova grabs her stuff and leaves the dorm.

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It had been roughly four months since Nova mentioned the porn industry and never in my life did I consider that I would walk into this world from beyond my phone screen.

Within four months I had worked with numerous adult film stars, many of them satisfying, others only just worth the paycheck.

“Ready?” Nova smiles, her skin tight velvet dress hugging her curves perfectly.

I quickly swipe the red lipstick across my lips, pouting before looking myself up and down. A black see through lace dress, a leg slit high up to my panty line, lace barely covering my boobs, not leaving much to the imagination. Not that the imagination is needed when half if not all of these people at the party have seen me naked.

“Ready.” I smile. “You know, I hate these parties, why do we need monthly parties?” Nova groans, quickly lighting a cigarette as we leave my penthouse, walking through the crisp air of New York.

“Networking, how do you think I became so big so quickly? You’ve gotta promote yourself to the big wigs, make them want you.”

Nova shakes her head, taking a long drag from her cigarette as we round the corner to the hotel, joining the line of other actors.

“I dont want to whore myself out.”

I smirk, looking at Nova as we both laugh.

We’re quickly ushered into the glamorous hotel following behind people into the marvelous ballroom. Floor to ceiling windows of the New York skyline, dimly lit corners with velvet booths. Champagne towers in various spaces, topless wait staff and music blasting through the air. The thump of bass slightly vibrates the windows and glasses.

“Ooo” Nova’s face lights up as the waiter passes us, grabbing two glasses of champagne.

“Cheers to making it out of struggleville.” Nova states, gently tapping her glass against mine.

I quickly tip the lightly bubbling liquid into my mouth, finishing the drink quickly, Nova following suit. Both of us replaced our empty glasses with a refill.

“Holy fuck.” Nova chokes on her drink as I follow her eye line, my mouth becoming dry.

Nanami Kento and Satoru Gojo walk through the crowd, talking with three men both looking fucking mouthwatering.

“They never come to these things, I have never seen these two in person, fuck they’re tall, god fucking damnit, who do I sweet talk to get with them.” Nova rambles beside me as my eyes trail over the pair.

Both men are dressed in full black suits, Nanami has yellow tinted glasses resting on the bridge of his nose and Gojo with black shades tucked into his suit pocket. Both taller in person than expected. Nanami pushes his glasses higher on his nose, my eyes fixated on his hands, god his hands.

“Y/n?”

“Sorry, uh, I was daydreaming.” Blush slightly creeps up my neck as Nova chuckles.

“I haven’t seen you blush in a while.” “Haven’t been nervous in a while.”

Nova chuckles as she goes wide eyed slightly. Quickly composing herself.

“They’re coming over.”

I look over my shoulder and see the duo walking towards us as I quickly finish my drink, hoping the liquid courage rushes through me.

“Ladies.” Gojo smiles

“Gojo, Nanami.” I smile, feeling Nova nudge my shoulder handing me a fresh glass of champagne. I thank her with my eyes, feeling my skin cover with goosebumps under the eyes of the two men, both of them drinking in my appearance, sharing a look as Nanami pushes his glasses up again.

“I didn’t expect to see you both.” Nova breaks the moments of silence between all of us as Gojo chuckles, grabbing a glass of wine from the various waiters walking around.

“Didn’t think our absence was that noticeable.” Nanami mutters as Nova giggles.

Before Nova can say anything Geto walks up behind her.

“Gentlemen.” Geto nods at them, looking at me “Y/n.” He winks, whispering into Nova’s ear as she quickly nods and gets whisked away.

‘Fuck.’

It feels like the room gets smaller and time slows as the duo in front of me share a look, both of them with a slight smirk on their lips.

“So, what changed your mind in attending?”

“When someone knocks you out of first place, you’ve got to scout the competition.” Gojo smiles, both him and Nanami stepping slightly closer to me, towering over me.

“Oh, can’t handle losing?” I smirk, Gojo licks his lips and Nanami chuckles.

“We don’t like to lose darling.” Nanami whispers, his warm breath fanning my neck, a tingle running down my spine.

“We’d like to offer you something honey.” Gojo whispers, his hand holding my hip. “A night with us, no crew, just us three.”

“Don’t break our hearts baby.” Nanami whispers, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek. Gojo’s hand caresses my hip, his warmth seeping through the sheer lace of my dress.

I open my mouth, zero words forming as I nod. Gojo tuts shaking his head.

“We need to hear you agree.”

“Tell us what you think darling.”

Both men seek my approval as I smirk.

“Yes.” I whisper, my eyes flicking between the two of them as both men smirk.

“Gojo.” Nanami states as the white haired man nods, grabbing my hand and pulling me through the crowd, Nanami with his hand on the small of my back helping to guide me.

We make it to the elevator, the three of us standing in silence, a light chatter within the lobby and the distant thump of the bass from the party filling the air.

The elevator tings as the doors open, the three of us piling as the doors slowly close. The second the doors are closed both men push me against the glass window.

“Fuck.” I whisper, Gojo’s lips on my neck as Nanami kisses along my jaw.

Nanami grabs my chin between his thumb and index finger. His eyes lingering on my lips.

“Baby, you won’t be the same after us.”

“I’m counting on it.” I whisper as Nanami smiles, his tongue dragging along his bottom lip before our lips crash against each other. I moan into the kiss, Gojo sucking on my neck, his hand grabbing a handful of my ass.

Nanami pulls away from me as Gojo cups my cheek, bringing our lips together. His tongue fighting against mine, his kiss rougher than Nanami’s.

The elevator dings, both men pulling away from me as my chest rises and falls quickly. My brain is trying to fathom what’s about to happen.

Halfway down the hall, Nanami unzips my dress, his fingers lightly tracing my back as wetness continues to pool between my thighs, my pussy aching.

Gojo unlocks the door as Nanami slips my dress down my arms. The door clicking shut as my dress pools at my heels.

Both men stand and look at me, the only light coming from the city below. My skin feels hot, blush creeping up my neck as their eyes foam up and down my body. My thin G-string barely covered me from their gaze.

“God.” Nanami groans, loosening his tie as Gojo undoes his belt.

I bend down to undo my heels causing Gojo to stop me.

“We want them left on baby girl.”

“We’re sure you paid enough for them.” Nanami states, his jacket being folded neatly and draped over the couch, his body beside me as he trails his fingers up my side. My breath hitches as Gojo walks out of the room.

Before I can question his absence, he walks back into the room, a camera in his hand. Butterflies erupt inside of me as Gojo flicks on a soft warm light, getting the camera at the right angle of the couch right by the city scape.

“We don’t want a crew to be watching us, everyone hearing the sounds you make for us.”

“We want you to forget the camera exists, the bright lights and the sound crew.”

“We want you on our platform, our girl.”

Their words are like honey, smooth and sweet. The butterflies and goosebumps swarming all over me.

“Let me be yours.”

“Music to our ears princess.” Gojo smirks, quickly ridding himself of his clothes, Nanami following suit.

Gojo wraps his hand around my neck, pulling me closer to him as our lips crash together. His hands roam my body, his finger hooks into my G-string and flicks it against my skin. I moan into his mouth, a gasp falls from my lips as Nanami’s hand cups my pussy. A low groan filling the air.

“You’re soaked, fuck Gojo she’s dripping.”

My moans fill the air as Gojo pulls away from me, his piercing blue eyes focusing on Nanami’s hand, watching his fingers rub my swollen clit through my panties.

“Good girl.” Gojo praises, kissing the side of my head. I run my hand down Gojo’s toned chest, softly digging my nails into his skin, causing a low sigh to fall from his lips. I trace his clothed cock, watching him bite his lip before I slip my hand into his boxer briefs. “Fuck Nanami.” I gasp, his fingers slipping past my panties and pinching my clit.

“Lay down baby, let us take care of you.”

I lay on the soft couch, my head on the arm rest as Gojo comes to stand above me, Nanami moves my legs, hooking one over the back of the couch, spreading my pussy for his eyes.

“Perfect, more perfect than the camera could ever capture.”

I blush at Nanami’s words, looking up at Gojo, his cock springing free.

My lips part, shocked by his size.

“You can take it darling.” I open my mouth at Gojo’s words, a smirk on his lips as my tongue traces the tip of his cock.

“Fuck daddy” I moan, looking down at Nanami, his tongue slowly dragging up and down my slit, sucking my clit between licks. Nanami moans against my pussy.

“Keep calling me that.” He whispers before continuing to trace my clit with his tongue.

“Darling.” Gojo whispers, his hand holding under my chin, tilting my head back. “I know Kento is good, but daddy needs attention.”

I nod, using my hand to guide Gojo’s cock into my mouth, pumping whatever I can’t fit. Circling my tongue around his dick, hollowing out my cheeks, his cock falling past my lips with a ‘pop’.

“You’re good at that darling, don’t stop.”

I moan around Gojo’s cock his hand caressing my cheek, soft moans filling the air.

My free hand grips Nanami’s hair, tugging at the strands causing a groan to vibrate against me.

“We should have fucked you sooner.” Nanami whispers, blowing against my warm pussy, my legs shaking with a tingle. My back arches, his fingers slipping inside of me, slowly pumping in and out, curling up inside of me.

“Y/n, god baby you’re tight.”

I smirk at Nanami’s words, popping Gojo’s cock past my lips and pumping him faster.

“All yours, only for you.”

Nanami and Gojo chuckle.

“You’re eager to please us honey.”

I blush at Gojo’s words, watching as he pulls away from me, him and Nanami swapping places.

Nanami leans over me, his lips connecting with mine as I taste myself on his tongue. Both of us moaning into the kiss, his fingers dancing across my collar bone, his hands cupping my boobs.

“God Yes!” I scream, Gojo slipping inside of me, his cock stretching my pussy as Nanami rolls my nipples between his thumb and index finger.

“Fuck honey, no wonder your number one.”

I giggle at Gojo’s words, swiping my tongue around Nanami’s cock, his hand moving from my breast to my throat, softly applying pressure as he thrusts in and out of my throat. My eyes roll backwards, the sounds of our moans filling the air, the scent of sex flowing through the room.

“Good girl, you’re taking us so well.”

“Uh huh” I moan in agreement, Gojo’s thumb brushes against my clit, rubbing in fast circles.

“C’mon baby, daddy wants you to cover his cock.”

“Go on darling, cum for Gojo.”

I drag my nails up Nanami’s chest, his cock thrusting in and out of my mouth, my tongue swirling around him. Gojo rubs my clit faster, his thrusts dragging out of me slowly and thrusting into me harshly.

I dig my nails into Nanami’s abs, his groan filling the air as I hollow out my cheeks around his cock. My back arching and legs slightly shake.

“Just like that baby, that’s a good girl, cum for me.”

Nanami slips past my lips, my scream of pleasure filling the air.

“Fuckkkk.”

My body jolts, my pussy tightening around Gojo causing him to hiss.

“Just like that baby.” Gojo gently rubs my clit, his thrusts slowing.

“You’re such a good girl for us princess.” Nanami whispers.

I hum in response, blissed out as I feel the couch dip, Gojo and Nanami switching places.

Nanami grabs me by my hips, pulling me up to straddle his waist, his lips connecting with mine. Our tongues swirl against each other, his hands grabbing my ass, spanking each cheek.

I feel Gojo’s hand caress my cheek, my lips pulling away from Nanami’s. I smile up at Gojo, his thumb brushing against my bottom lip dragging it down as my mouth falls open slightly. I take Gojo’s thumb into my mouth, sucking and swirling my tongue as Nanami runs his cock up and down my slit.

My head tilts back, a moan falling from my lips as I gasp at Nanami’s size, his cock stretching my walls, slightly thicker than Gojo.

“God Nanami.”

“Mm, fuck you’re so wet and tight.” Nanami whispers, his teeth pulling on my ear lobe as Gojo holds my chin, his eyes locking with mine as his friend thrusts in and out of me, his hands holding my ass guiding my hips back and forth.

“You take cock so well baby.”

I smirk at Gojo’s words, leaning to the side of Nanami and tracing my tongue along Gojo’s cock.

Gojo’s fingers run through my hair, pulling it into a makeshift ponytail. Our eyes lock together as I use the rhythm from Nanami to bop my mouth up and down on Gojo.

Nanami wraps his hand around my throat, applying slight pressure causing my eyes to water and a gag to fall around Gojo’s cock.

“Huh, are you cryin’?” Gojo taunts a cocky smirk on his lips.

“Struggling to take both of us?” Nanami grunts.

I moan in protest, feeling completely full and blissed out.

“By the way her pussy is gripping me, I think she likes it.”

“Oh she fucking loves it.” Gojo states, thrusting his cock deeper down my throat as tears prick my eyes.

I pull off Gojo, my chest rising and falling as my nails dig into Nanami’s shoulders.

“God, I’m close.”

Nanami moan’s against my ear, his hand slipping between us as he rubs my clit in fast circles.

My moans fill the air, my hand pumping Gojo’s cock fast, my thumb brushing over the tip of his cock with every second stroke. Gojo runs a hand through his hair, tilting his head back, his loud moans complimenting mine.

“Just like that baby.”

“You feel so good.” Nanami moans, his head resting on the back of the couch, his fingers digging into my hips, his thrusts speeding up.

“I’m cumming!” I moan, my pussy clenching around Nanami, my hand speeding up on Gojo’s cock. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, don’t stop.”

Gojo’s fingers slip into my hair, his hand pulls my head back causing my mouth to fall open as I stick my tongue out.

“Such a good girl.” Gojo smiles, pumping his cock against my tongue, hot bursts of cum covering my taste buds.

My eyes roll back, feeling Nanami’s cum shoot inside of me, coating my walls as I swallow Gojo’s release.

Gojo leans against the couch, resting on his hands, all of us taking a moment.

Savoring our time together.

I slowly lift myself off Nanami’s cock, both of us wincing at the loss of contact. I sit beside Nanami on the couch, Gojo leaning down and pressing a kiss to the top of my head before walking over to the camera and stopping the video.

“I hope you know we’re making this a monthly thing.”

“Oh really?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at Gojo’s comment.

Nanami’s hand falls to my thigh, running his finger tips up and down, a soft smile on his lips.

“But we won’t film everytime.”

“Mm, I’d love that.”

“Wait.” I quickly stand up, my legs shaky as I search through our clothing, finding my phone and sitting on the couch with Nanami. Gojo smiles, walking over to the two of us standing behind the couch. I aim the camera at the three of us, Gojo’s lips on my neck, Nanami’s hand around my throat as his lips whisper against my ear.

“Show off.”

I smirk, taking a quick picture and showing the two of them. I quickly uploaded the photo to my instagram and twitter with the caption.

‘Champagne never tasted so good.’

[garf-lover96]

Last Straw

okay now.. i really stepped out of my comfort zone for this one. because i don't usually write stuff that makes me sad😔 but i've wanted to write a plague fic for a while now because i had a nice idea for it!! but i kept procrastinating on it because i was worried about whether i'd execute my vision exactly how i want to. i think it came out nice though, i'm particularly proud of a few parts here. DO NOT get used to me writing pure angst though, i had no idea it would actually be so taxing omg

this one counts 1,4k words. as always when posting my original ideas i am shaking in my boots and any comments and thoughts are appreciated...... especially since this is my first time writing something like this.. thank you in advance ❤️

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The lock clicks softly as I turn the key with a trembling hand. It's been a damn long day and with all the work that's been on my mind, I only remembered that I haven't eaten a thing in hours on my way home. I push the door open and step inside on unsteady legs, immediately pulling my mask off and throwing it to the ground, making miscellaneous herbs fall out of it in consequence. I thought I would've get used to the getup a while ago but the longer I wear all that waxed leather, the more suffocating it gets. Then again, I've been running on fumes this past week... It's probably just my body struggling to catch up.

My skin itches under the stuffy clothes, making me want to rip them all off at all costs. I struggle with pulling the gloves off when I hear familiar chattering getting closer. I barely have any time to react before a magpie throws herself at my face, pecking my face scrutinizingly.

"I know, sweetie, I'm sorry I kept you waiting— I had no idea I would have to stay that long." I defend myself weakly, catching her in my bare hands right after my gloves finally come off. Her little face looks so worried, it breaks my heart... "I'm alright, see? Safe and sound, just a little tired. How about you, huh? You didn't wander around too much today?"

I smooth out the ruffled feathers on her cheeks, heading for the staircase to the apartment. I don't bother to take my shoes off since the whole place can't exactly get any filthier, with the recent lack of maintenance. I let the bird perch on my shoulder as I climb up, holding onto the dusty railing.

"It's better that you're staying inside anyway, there isn't much to look at on the streets these days... You know, pain and death as far as the eye can see—" I pause when I feel her press herself to the side of my neck more firmly, sensing the jump of my pulse at the recollection of the bodies on the streets, seen only more frequently now.

I'm a little lightheaded by the time I reach the top of the stairs, needing a moment to stop my vision from blurring. I slide down to the floor against the wall, rubbing my eyes with a dry groan.

"If you ask about how my day went... Well, I spent most of it cleaning blood from every possible surface, trying to keep the clinic sanitary. Then I sat curled up in a corner trying to get a bunch of reports done while Ilya tried admitting and tending to every single person that showed up... And it was a lot of people. Way too much for one doctor to handle." I inhale slowly, just barely keeping my composure, "Everything keeps getting worse... I'm worried for us, Bluebell... You and me, Ilya, the city. I..."

I trail off so I don't say something I've been thinking about ever since the plague began to worsen beyond anything I could imagine. I'm doubting my ability to be of any help to the people of Vesuvia and Asra keeps finding his way into my mind. Our argument is the first thing I think of when I wake, and the last when I fall asleep. I wish I could just miss him like a normal person instead of... Being jealous that he doesn't have to deal with the plague like me. Wishing he was suffering here with all of us.

A peck to the side of my head pulls me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah, I should just grab a thing to eat... I'm being delirious." I mutter and slowly get to my feet, holding onto the wall.

Reaching the kitchen doesn't fill me with much excitement. My stomach feels tight and I doubt that I'll even manage to swallow anything with how dry my throat is. Looking through my pantry, I realize I don't have much to choose from in terms of a meal. The stale bread is by far the most appealing thing I can see inside.

"...You ate something while you were out, right, sweetheart?"

Bluebell screeches affirmatively but she's not very glad about the fact that I don't have any real food for myself.

"I'll be fine for tonight. I'll try to get a hold of some groceries tomorrow, okay?"

I take only a few bites before I start feeling nauseous and have to exit the room. I desperately want to just lay down and fall asleep but the least I should do to retain a sense of normalcy is visiting the bathroom to wash my face and brush my hair out.

I let Bluebell hop down on the bathroom counter while I rummage through the cabinets and shelves for a comb. It takes a little while since I haven't organized anything in the apartment for ages. Everything here smells of spilled fragrant oils and soaps so I shut the stubborn drawer with a slam right after pulling my busted comb out. I need to get away from all these scents as soon as possible so I don't feel the overwhelming urge to throw up anymore.

I shift my loose braid over my shoulder and begin to unravel it, wincing occasionally through the more difficult tangles.

I unwillingly catch a glimpse of myself in the stained mirror. I've been avoiding looking at it ever since Asra left. I'm ashamed of being this viscerally angry at the fact that he chose survival over staying in the city with me. I can't even imagine what I would say to him if he decided to come back for me... I'd hope one look at his face would be enough for me to forget this grudge, take him into my arms and never be apart from him again. Just like it used to be.

I sniff softly, feeling tears irritate my already reddened eyes. I let my hair go to wipe my eyes with my hands, but I freeze when I hear a quiet thunk against the floor. I glance down, thinking Bluebell accidentally knocked down one of the many stray trinkets littering the cabinets with her pacing.

My eyes fall on a blood-red stain on the floor. Once my vision adjusts, I realize that it's moving and... It's one of those beetles we have to keep chasing away at the clinic. It's knocked over on its back, wobbling from side to side helplessly.

I catch my briefly held breath with a gasp and crush it under my heel, causing a crimson puddle to appear, with bits of shell and skinny limbs mixed in.

Disgust overtakes me once the realization of how it must've got here sets in. Patrons, this is even worse than getting my hair stained with blood...

I get overwhelmed with a phantom sensation of a thousand beetles—just like the one I just killed—crawling all over my skin. Hyperventilating, I start looking around the bathroom frantically, knowing that there has to be a pair of scissors nearby. I just want to make it stop, get rid of everything that this awful pest managed to touch—

My hand closes tightly around the cool metal instrument and I promptly grab a clumsy fistful of what was once my biggest joy. It takes a few hard, grating snips to get all of it off.

I let all the long curls fall to the floor, throwing the scissors along with them with a loud clutter. The crawly feeling is gone, at least, but I can't bear to look at the proof of everything that just happened here.

What would Asra think of this massacre...

"I guess that means I'm relieved of the hair brushing duties..." I mutter weakly, glancing up at Bluebell, that my brain seemed to have tuned out up until now. She's walking back and forth on top of the cabinet, her chatters even more panicked than when I first came home "Let's just go to sleep... I don't want any more opportunities to feel even worse..."

She scrambles to get on my shoulder, preening in distraught through the hack job on my head.

I slide my feet out of my shoes and go practically limp once my body hits the bed. But even though I'm more exhausted than I have ever been, the warm night refuses to bless me with any sleep. The only comfort in my lethargic state is the magpie pressed firmly against my chest.

One sentence rings in my head as I stare emptily at the cluttered bedroom. 'I can't let a few inconveniences stop me from going to the clinic tomorrow.'