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knavesflames · 2 days ago

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hiii 🩷 i saw that you like raiden... i was wondering if we could have a fem!reader sucking her strap 🫣 maybe while wearing a collar & leash, and some praise from raiden?🩷 (she probably isn't good at it, but she tries!!)

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Hi 🍰 anon!! Sorry this took literally so fucking long :( I also forgot to include the leash and the collar D: either way, reader sucking strap… yummy

Word count: 1022

Contents: reader sucks The Strap, mentions of praying, devotion to a god, yeah

Nsft utc!

For someone who meditated in isolation for 500 years, her skills in bed are.. about what you’d expect. She’s clumsy, unsure, but all she ever seems to want to do is please you. On occasion, when you request something she’s unsure she can fulfill, she orders the Shogun instead. Even though the Shogun is different, more robotic, less emotional, only saying and doing what she is programmed to, Ei watches, memorising the way she had memorised the Mosou No Hitotachi all those years ago. Of course, you’d much rather Ei do it herself, but the fact she’s a powerful god, the slayer of orobashi, means nothing when she’s alone with you.

“I do not understand your request. You want to.. suck it?” She asks softly, a tilt of her head causing her purple braid to sway gently with the movement. “I do,” you murmur, your finger gently tracing the vein on the strap she had so carefully crafted for you. Made from pure electro energy, it gave the perfect buzz when she needed it to, but only when she wanted it to. You loved it, and it gave you what you needed. Plus, the sounds you made when you were both alone in Tenshukaku sounded better than anything she had ever heard. “I think it would be fun. I think.. I don’t know. I want to try it.”

“I do not wish to hurt you, my petal. If you require the Shogun, you really must say—“ you cut her off with a firm shake of your head. You don’t want the Shogun. Quite frankly, you’re sick of the Shogun. You don’t want to look up, mid groan, only to see the puppet with its emotionless eyes. You want the woman you love, the god you worship so dearly. You’d be a liar if you said you hadn’t gotten on your knees in other ways for her, kneeling at the shrine and praying for unholy things. You wonder if she hears your prayers (she does. She listens with her mouth slightly open and her breath quickening, and yet, she can never do anything about it). You assume she does not. You love her anyway.

“I see. You do not wish to engage with the Shogun any longer.”

“No. I do not worship a puppet, I worship the divine being stood in front of me. Do the thing.”

“What thing?” Again, she’s confused. You sigh. You wonder why she has to be so clueless for a god so old and smart.

“Make it vibrate. I want you to feel good.” Ei’s problem is that she can’t accept pleasure. At least, not from anyone but herself. Long mediation sessions that only include thinking about the faces you make every time she hits the right spot, or kisses the right place. Watching over you with the omnipresence she so happily flaunts as you touch yourself to the thought of her (and, on occasion, being tag teamed by her and the Shogun. You’ll never ask).

“Oh.” Speechless, is the god who is so feared and respected by the nation. The nation who seems to have no idea how shy and flustered she can truly get. “Right. If you wish, then I shall oblige. Anything for you.”

When she fastens the hand crafted strap onto herself, her own breath hitches at the slight sensation. Neither of you know exactly how to work this situation with the small vibrations, but the fact you can feel your heartbeat between your own legs and the way you notice you can’t take your eyes off of it, you know that it’s the only thing you’re thinking about, and damn the archons if you don’t get to. Tentatively, you let your tongue move across the surface of it. Her violet eyes pierce down at you— she doesn’t mean for it to be, but it’s slightly intimidating nonetheless (maybe that’s what you like). You see the softness that lies beneath anyway.

“I think you need to hold my head, it’s— it’s big, and I’ve never done this before.”

“Hold your head? Is that not violent? I will not injure you for pleasure.” She states, but when you gently explain that it’ll help, her hand slowly moves to your hair. Her fingers, smooth despite the centuries of fighting, weave through your hair before gripping a small handful. Looking at you with her eyebrows knitted, waiting for a sign of consent, she stands still. When you give that sign, a murmured “please”, she begins to help your mouth and throat adjust by pushing you down. She’s gentle, almost a little too gentle, but the second you make that tiny little sound, she gasps. Your own eyes flutter to hers, a silent look of consent.

She’s hesitant at first, her hand barely guiding you, but when she starts losing herself at the sight of your eyes (beginning to water with what can only be described as tears of pure, unadulterated devotion), she lets herself loose, gently testing the waters with a roll of her hips. At the pleased choking sound you make, she does it again, and again, until she builds a rhythm, her breath coming out in little pants and stifled groans. Her lip is bitten in any attempt to hide the fact she’s enjoying this more than she thought she would. When a small whimper finally breaks through, she lets her head tilt back. Ei has decided she can’t look at you any longer or she’ll probably cum at the sight of you with spit on your chin and wet eyelashes.

Ei is a sensitive being, believe it or not. Unfortunately, for her and her ego, she does, in fact orgasm at the sight of you, the vibrations secretly doing nothing for her. She lies, and tells you that the vibrations did the trick. You know, it's different. You say nothing. You wouldn’t dare disrespect your god and accuse her of deceit.

And of course, when she notices the fact you’re throbbing, her hands gently pry your thighs apart, her braid tickling your ankles as she brings you to an eternity of pleasure.

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wheneverfeasible · 3 days ago

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Ruin Me (part 5)

wc: 4k || rating: E || story summary: Steve shows up on Eddie’s doorstep with an offer he can’t refuse || chapter summary: Eddie refuses to let Steve leave without some proper aftercare. And maybe not at all. || tags: omegaverse, alpha!Eddie Munson, omega!Steve Harrington, intersex omegas, explicit content (see ao3 for full tags) || posted in full on ao3

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Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

Previously…

Eddie wasn’t stupid. He knew that, even if he was interested in getting to know Steve more, there was no way that Steve would want anything more to do with Eddie after tonight. He had gotten what he wanted and Eddie…well, Eddie wasn’t stupid.

Sure, maybe his rants about forced conformity and biological slavery were enough to convince Steve he’d probably be safe enough with him, but Eddie knew the truth. What greater disappointment was there than having a Munson be the one to steal the precious golden boy’s virginity?

The super senior, drug dealing, trailer trash, poor excuse of an alpha Munson who had no hope for a future that didn’t include the bars of a cell or six feet underground.

Why would Steve ever want anything more to do with him after tonight?

As Eddie contemplated this depressing truth, Steve slipped into a small doze in his arms, though his purring never let up. A small smile curled at his plump lips, his face flushed and sweaty with their exertion, yet looking the most peaceful Eddie could ever recall it being. Content.

Steve looked content.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Munson,” he whispered to himself. He sighed then, holding on to Steve even tighter, a pleased sound leaving the omega’s lips even in his light slumber.

Eventually, Eddie’s knot deflated.

As Eddie slipped out of Steve, he could feel the flood of both their releases beginning to seep out of the other boy, which also caused Steve to whine as he came back to awareness.

“Shh, precious, it’s okay,” Eddie murmured, gently easing Steve onto his back as he pressed small kisses along Steve’s shoulder, neck, and jaw. “Just relax. You did so good for me, sweetness.”

Steve’s nose crinkled into something resembling distaste. “Sticky,” he complained a touch petulantly, and Eddie couldn’t help but lean in to brush over Steve’s frowning lips with his own.

“I know, baby, I’m sorry.” He moved away briefly, grabbing the towel he’d discarded near the bed to gently begin wiping away the worst of their combined release. Steve whimpered a little at the rough feeling of the cloth against his sensitive bits, but Eddie tried to soothe him as best he could, pressing gentle kisses across Steve’s skin wherever he could reach.

“Fuck,” Steve groaned, bringing a hand up to cover his face as Eddie cleaned him up, though he then grimaced and lifted his hand to frown at it as he realized his face was also sticky from Eddie unintentionally rubbing his slick over him earlier.

“We just did, sweetheart, but give me a few minutes and I’m sure we can go again,” Eddie grinned with a small tease, leaning in to press a kiss to Steve’s inner thigh where his bite mark was now a purple-red.

Steve lazily swatted at Eddie’s shoulder, though he couldn’t hide the amused twitch to his lips. That blush that Eddie was quickly becoming obsessed with was back on his cheeks, however, as Eddie continued to gently clean Steve up as well as he could.

“Think you can stand up, baby? I would love to keep you in the bed, but I think we both need an actual shower,” he grinned, sliding up Steve’s body to hover over him.

He leaned down to press a quick kiss to his lips, telling himself he was allowed these actions until Steve was out his door and this thing between them was over. “Plus, I think we well and truly ruined this bedding.”

Steve groaned, though his blush spread farther at the soft kiss, making no move to push Eddie away. “I think you fucked my legs into jelly.”

A bright, proud grin spread across Eddie’s lips, causing Steve to snort and roll his eyes. Where earlier it had been bitchy, however, now it just looked fond.

“I guess I’ll just have to hold you up then, darling,” he drawled, leaning in to bury his face in the crook of Steve’s neck and inhaling his sex-sweat scent. “I’m going to get the water started,” he murmured, feeling that pleased warmth in his chest when Steve’s fingers tangled in his hair once more, holding him close. “I’ll be right back, Stevie.”

Steve swallowed thickly, nodding as he seemed to only reluctantly release Eddie. He watched him with his big brown eyes as Eddie just as reluctantly slid from the bed to try to coax some warm water out of the blasted shower. It was easier in the summer to get warm water, of course, as the sun heated the water tank exactly when you didn’t want it to.

He hoped the storm didn’t leave them with only something frigid. As willing as he was to boil water on the stove, as he’d had to do before even before living with Wayne, he doubted Steve would be willing to wait for it.

Which was just another example of why this thing here was for tonight only. Steve no doubt never had to wait for the water to heat up in any form, never had to worry about not having enough hot water, and certainly had a shower larger than a chessboard.

(Okay, the last was an exaggeration, but it would be a tight fit getting the both of them into the shower.)

Luck seemed to be on his side, however, as the water thankfully began heating after a brief, terrifying moment, causing a small whoop to leave Eddie before he could stop it as he pumped his fist to himself.

He briefly hoped Steve hadn’t heard him over the sound of the rushing water and the storm outside, no matter the thinness of the trailer walls. He’d rather not remind the other boy what an absolute fucking nerd he was when he was still playing at being the suave alpha Steve obviously expected him to be.

Uncaring about his nude state, he all but swaggered back into his room with a proud grin on his face despite himself at his victory over the water tap, stopping only when he caught sight of Steve again.

Steve wasn’t quite fully sitting up, but he had propped himself up on an elbow, his other hand lightly touching the bruise covering his mating gland. There was a faraway look on his face, though his expression was otherwise blank to how he felt about recent events. Eddie watched him for a moment before clearing his throat, feeling oddly nervous.

He tried to remind himself that this was Harrington, but a part of him knew that Steve had stopped being the bogeyman he’d always made him out to be the moment Steve revealed why he needed Eddie’s help.

And everything else after that.

Steve jumped slightly as he was pulled from his thoughts, his hand dropping to the bed once more. He blinked up at Eddie before offering a self-conscious smile. “Um…if you give me a moment, I can get into the shower and out of your hair.”

Eddie tried not to let Steve’s words affect him. That’s what this whole thing was, after all. A quick fuck and then never interacting again. After all, Steve was set to graduate soon and Eddie…yeah. It was becoming more and more apparent that he was about to become a super super senior.

Again, the realization that the two of them came from two totally different worlds was just a little too hard to ignore.

But Eddie was, if nothing else, good at pretending.

“And have you driving out in this mess of a storm?” he snorted, tossing a hand towards his bedroom window where the rattle of rain hitting the window was still highly evident. “I think not, Harrington. Plus, you look bone tired, sweetness,” he pointed out, because that much was true. Though Steve was looking more aware and less doped up on pheromones and sex, he looked exhausted.

“I can take care of myself, Munson,” Steve huffed back, but he was obviously too exhausted to get truly indignant. Eddie just softly snorted again and shook his head as he walked over to the bed and, with another squawk from Steve, lifted him up into a princess carry. “Eddie!”

“Don’t worry, princess,” he grinned as Steve’s arms automatically looped around his neck. “I promise to take good care of you. Now let’s take advantage of the water while it’s still warm.”

Eddie ignored any further protests from Steve as he carefully carried him into the small bathroom, only allowing him to take to his feet again to get inside the shower stall. He stepped in right after, hands firm on Steve’s bruised hips so his wobbling legs didn’t send him crashing, and while it was definitely cramped, he at least had enough space to first wash Steve and then himself. If just barely.

Though he could do without the disparaging look that Steve was giving his combination shampoo/conditioner/body wash. Not everyone had fancy hair care routines, okay? Steve tactfully kept his mouth shut, however, which Eddie counted as a blessing.

Despite his earlier protests too, Eddie could see the way Steve’s eyes began drooping as he leaned against the shower wall as Eddie bathed them, humming in what was almost a purr again while Eddie scrubbed the rainwater and sweat from his hair.

There was no way Eddie could let the guy leave like this, that was for certain.

After carefully washing the both of them—and trying not to think about how Steve smelled like him now, because he wasn’t some possessive knothead for an omega who wasn’t even his—Eddie grabbed two more towels and wrapped one around his own waist before draping another over Steve’s shoulders.

“Sit on the toilet lid for a moment while I get the bedding changed, okay, Stevie?” he murmured quietly, gently running the towel material over Steve to help dry him before helping him sit on the seat. He knew their towels weren’t the softest material anymore, not in their age, but he’d grabbed the softest one he could find for Steve.

Steve blinked up at him, a light flush dusting his cheeks again, making Eddie want to bite them. Or kiss them. He wasn’t certain anymore. They were basically the same thing, really. He reached out to gently stroke Steve’s warm cheek when Steve just kept staring at him, trying to offer a reassuring smile.

“Okay?” he repeated, needing to make certain that Steve was okay to be left alone for a moment.

Steve’s throat bobbed as he audibly swallowed, reminding Eddie that he needed to get him some water to drink as well. Maybe something to eat too, if Steve was awake enough to eat something.

“Okay,” Steve murmured quietly, almost a whisper.

Without really intending to, Eddie leaned down and brushed his lips over Steve’s forehead before releasing him and stepping back to head for the laundry cupboard. He could swear he could feel Steve’s eyes drilling into him as he walked away, but he refrained from turning back to check.

He wasn’t looking forward to braving the laundromat with sex stained sheets (again), but if the storm didn’t let up soon, he had a feeling that was going to be a necessity.

Especially since his only other set of sheets he had to use right now were his old Star Wars ones which…yeah, really fucking sexy those ones. Hopefully Steve was still too out of it that he didn’t pay attention to that.

Not that he normally cared what the normies thought of him, but…

He tried not to think about why he was trying to impress Steve Harrington of all people.

Once he dried off best he could and had his bed remade, Eddie then scooped up Steve’s clothes and carried them with him to the bathroom so he could drape them over the shower’s wall to try to dry them somewhat. He paused though, taking in the sight of Steve squirming a little on the toilet seat. He opened his mouth to ask if Steve was all right when he smelled it: arousal.

Eddie’s eyebrows shot up under his damp fringe. “Really, Steve?”

Steve huffed up at Eddie, though his cheeks were bright pink. “It’s your fault,” he grumbled.

Eddie pressed his fingertips to his chest with a shocked expression. “My fault? I wasn’t even in the room!”

“No, but you said it. That I’d feel the ache until I was wet for you again.”

“I—” Eddie stared at Steve with wide eyes, this time with his cheeks flushing a soft pink. Yes, he had said that, but he hadn’t really expected that to actually arouse Steve.

He cleared his throat, grabbing his still wet hair to cover part of his face as an almost shy smile took over his expression at the thought of Steve actually getting aroused by the memory of him. Of possibly even wanting him again. Him, specifically.

“Well. Anything I can do for you, big boy?” he teased once he’d collected his composure again, moving his hair from his face but still twirling a finger around it to give Steve an exaggerated saucy wink.

Steve bit his bottom lip as he stared up at Eddie, rolling it between his teeth until it was pink and plump again, before letting his gaze travel over Eddie’s still very much nude form, minus the towel hanging low on his hips. And then, much to Eddie’s amazement, the scent of subtle arousal heightened.

Did Steve actually…find Eddie attractive? Like…for real? Not just in a ‘we are currently having sex and you’re good at it’ sort of way?

Before Eddie could properly process that, Steve let out a large sigh. “As much as I might like to see what else you can do tonight,” he huffed, which turned into a yawn, “I’m beat. I should really head home now.”

Snapping out of his shock, Eddie shook a finger at Steve. “Nah uh uh, big boy. You’re in no condition to drive right now. Besides, it’s still raining and your clothes are wet. You’re not going anywhere, Harrington.”

Steve gave Eddie that look again, like he didn’t quite know what to make of him, all big eyed and beguiled. A soft smirk slowly settled over his lips. “Yeah? This a kidnapping, Munson?”

Eddie could only grin in response, finally moving to fully set aside Steve’s clothes to dry as much as possible before moving to pull Steve to his feet. “Maybe it is, sweetheart. I did just defile you.”

Steve flashed Eddie a smug smile. “Yeah you did.”

He sounded exceptionally proud of that fact. But then, Eddie figured that if the alternative was being mated to an alpha twice your age who didn’t care about your pleasure and only wanted you barefoot and pupped up, that Steve probably was feeling a little proud of going against his parents’ wishes.

If anything, Eddie was a little in awe of Steve’s bravery to do what he did. He didn’t know Eddie. Sure, he could listen to his tabletop rants every day of the week, but he’d have no idea what Eddie was like behind closed doors when told to ruin him. And Steve had done so with the expectation of being hurt.

Just how shitty was Steve’s home life to take such a risk?

And then all higher brain function left Eddie for a moment as Steve did something he’d never done before: he scented him.

Sure, Eddie had more or less scented Steve earlier, nuzzling into his neck and drawing in the rich musk of Steve’s natural scent and the tang of sex, but Steve had no reason to do it now.

Yet, when Eddie carefully pulled Steve back to his feet, Steve had stepped immediately into his space, wrapped his arms around him, and buried his nose into Eddie’s neck over his mating gland.

Eddie tensed for a moment, though he forced himself to relax when Steve made a distressed sound, his scent souring slightly. Sliding his hand into Steve’s hair to cradle his head against him, his other hand sliding up the smooth pane of Steve’s back, Eddie thought he had to be dreaming when Steve let out a small chirp and began nosing at his scent again.

Right. Eddie was letting this go on for too long, too far. Steve was still in that post-orgasm bliss after losing his virginity; there was no way he actually wanted anything like this with a Munson. He’d be mortified if he were of more present mind.

Well. He wouldn’t be doing this in the first place if he was of more present mind.

“C’mon, omega,” Eddie murmured quietly, despite himself, bending his knees slightly to scoop Steve back up into his arms. Which then led to Steve wrapping his arms around Eddie again and nuzzling more against him, causing Eddie to thickly swallow.

He tried to remind himself that this was just biology at play. An alpha taking an omega’s virginity was no laughing matter, especially not knotting them. Their pheromones were wreaking havoc on their senses, telling them that there was more to this than there actually was.

It didn’t help that Steve smelled even more like Eddie now with his shampoo and everything. It was biological conditioning. For the both of them. It wasn’t real. By the next time they saw each other, this single night of passion would be nothing but a story to tell.

Which Eddie supposed he got to have that. This night wouldn’t be a secret because Steve needed his deflowering known. Everyone would know that Eddie “The Freak” Munson had taken precious Steve Harrington’s virginity and left every other alpha that came sniffing around with sloppy seconds.

He knew that there would be alphas who didn’t care about the concept of virginity. He certainly didn’t, not really, no matter the role he played tonight. One day Steve would no doubt find an alpha worthy of him, and then these nights would belong to them. And Steve…hell, maybe Steve would remember this night fondly, though he doubted it would be because it was Eddie.

No, it would just be because of the way Eddie had made him feel.

“You smell weird,” Steve said with a small pout. “Bring back your other scent, I love it. Did you know you smell like chocolate? But like…dark chocolate,” he said dreamily.

Eddie didn’t know if he should be offended or not, but it did work to take his mind off things he couldn’t change. “Are you telling me I smell bitter?” he huffed. “And aren’t omegas the ones supposed to smell like candy and stuff?”

“No, you jerk,” Steve said with a roll of his eyes as Eddie finally brought him back into the bedroom, losing both towels in the process but that hardly mattered at the moment. “You smell…well, okay, yeah, a little sweet, but also…smoky and earthy. Kind of like molasses. Or cardamom. And like…“ A roll of thunder interrupted him, but it just caused him to grin. “Like how it smells right after it rains.”

Rolling his eyes, Eddie carefully deposited Steve on the bed before moving over to where he kept some of his omega specific drugs. “So you’re saying I smell bitter and soggy. Great, thanks, got it.”

“Asshole,” Steve said with something Eddie almost wanted to call affection in his tone, looking down at the sheets he was settled into. “That’s not what I—oh sick! Star Wars!” he said brightly, causing Eddie to whip around to stare at him, not that he noticed.

“I just got into these movies, but they’re kickass. A buddy of mine introduced me to them recently. And I thought I had a messed up family,” Steve teased with a small snort and a grin.

Steve Harrington knew about Star Wars? Did Eddie somehow find himself in the goddamn Twilight Zone or something? There was no way that super mega popular jock Steve Harrington actually appreciated a science fantasy movie series like Star Wars.

Then again…Steve had been defying expectations left and right today already. It might just be possible that Steve Harrington was a secret nerd after all.

“Yeah?” Eddie asked, a small grin of his own overtaking his expression as he grabbed the necessary pill package and popped one out.

“Yeah, the teddy bear things are cute,” Steve grinned back, suppressing another yawn now that the excitement of the sheets was mellowing out.

Eddie needed only a moment to understand what Steve meant, feeling a warmth spread through his chest at Steve’s response. “Oh yeah, the Ewoks?” he clarified easily. There was no need to correct Steve or make him feel stupid about calling them teddy bears. They looked like teddy bears.

“I’m more of an Empire Strikes Back fan myself. The one with the ice planet, and Vader and Luke’s fight,” Eddie made his own clarification with a small shrug.

“Yeah, man, those lightsabers are awesome! Dustin and I are making a handshake with them,” Steve agreed with a small, fond smile. “Totally mind blown about him being his dad though.”

Shit. Steve really did know Star Wars. Though…who the fuck was Dustin???

Eddie swallowed back the possessive instincts of his inner alpha. It wasn’t like Steve was actually his or anything.

“Here, sweetheart,” he said, stepping back towards the bed to hold out the pill for Steve to take. “I’m gonna get you some water, then you need to take that since you’re not on birth control.” Eddie hesitated for a moment. “Which I can get for you, if you want. You wouldn’t be the first omega whose parents are assholes.”

Steve took the pill, though he looked up at Eddie with those wide eyes again, a small ‘o’ to his lips. He blinked and looked down at the pill in his hands, turning it between his fingers. “If my parents…well, I don’t know if I’ll be able to afford it after this,” he mumbled.

Oh.

Eddie paused as he experienced another paradigm shift about Steve Harrington.

He could make a quip. Could leeringly say that they could work something out, could give the pills a test run…but Steve looked a little too vulnerable in that moment, his shoulders hunching slightly, his eyes not meeting Eddie’s.

It was entirely possible he would think Eddie was serious, would demand Steve pay him back with his body, and he didn’t want that thought to pass through Steve’s head even for a second.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he murmured, reaching out to curl Steve’s damp hair over his ear. He was sorry he didn’t own a blowdryer, he would have loved drying Steve’s hair for him. Maybe he should buy one. “Consider tonight payment enough. It’s not every day I get to have such a pretty omega in my bed offering up their virginity,” he lightly teased with a small grin.

Steve blinked up at Eddie at that, that by now familiar light dusting of pink on his cheeks making its reappearance. Who knew Steve blushed so easily? He gently grazed the back of his knuckles over the heated skin, Steve’s eyelids fluttering at the gesture. God, he really was pretty though, wasn’t he?

“I’ll be back with a cup of water for that,” Eddie said, dropping his hand and clearing his throat. He gave a faint grimace. “I do have to warn you, too. It might not be entirely pleasant afterwards, and it could trigger your heat a little sooner or even delay it. I can get you some heat suppressants too, but it may not work on this upcoming one.”

“My parents at least let me have suppressants,” Steve mumbled, dropping his own gaze. “Or they did, at least. Didn’t want to risk their whore omega son losing control,” he muttered bitterly.

Eddie swallowed back a growl at the thought of Steve’s parents. Fuck traditionalist bigots.

Unthinkingly, Eddie dropped another kiss to Steve’s forehead and then he was all but escaping his room to get Steve a glass of water. Fucking tap water, nothing filtered properly because he lived in a fucking trailer and Steve…Steve was used to the nicer things in life.

Which wasn’t Eddie.

“Christ, Munson, if your old man could see you now,” he muttered to himself, picturing the Munson Doctrine just flying out the window, as he filled up a glass. Not even a proper glass at that, either, but one of those novelty promotional things Wayne had gotten at McDonald’s with the purple guy on the front.

Whatever. It wasn’t like he could impress Steve even if he tried.

Author commentary:

First off, if you saw above with the little parts numbers, the total count is now 6, meaning there’s just one more part after this! It’s gonna be short and sweet, but it will be the final part of Ruin Me…though not the end of playing in this universe. 😉

I wanted it to be really important for Eddie to handle the aftercare of their coupling, just as it was important to him to get verbal consent from Steve before he continued anything.

Also, I am a firm believer that Eddie does not take care of his hair properly and I will die on that hill. He for sure uses the same shit for his hair that he uses for his ass. But don’t worry, Steve will eventually break him of that habit. However, I wanted his lack of proper care to also emphasize how much he wishes to take care of Steve.

Despite this originally supposed to be a one-time thing between them, Eddie is already feeling the desire for more. Which he’s trying to blame on biology, but we all know the truth, don’t we? Silly Eddie.

Also, the Star Wars sheets lmao. It was a spur of the moment decision when I wrote those sheets in, and then I couldn’t resist. Especially because I thought it would give Eddie another moment to realize that there was more to Steve than he ever thought possible.

The sheets in question:

Also, I feel like Eddie’s favorite would be ESB. (Mine is a tie between ESB and ROTJ btw. Vader was my first crush and he still remains one to this day.) Which, speaking of, it was likewise important for me to give Eddie that moment of not correcting or judging Steve for not knowing something well. It’s a favorite detail of mine in their relationship from canon.

I don’t want to get too much into Steve’s thought processes here because it will be covered in the sequel/companion piece, but he’s definitely starting this whole thing believing Eddie got what he wanted from him, but he’s likewise realizing there’s more to Eddie than he realized too. He may or may not be developing pesky little feelings of his own. (He totally is. And not just because he got a good dicking.)

Also, the McDonald’s glasses in question, with the one Eddie grabbed being the Grimace one:

But by the gods, Eddie wants to impress Steve so badly. Wants to be a good option for an alpha. To the point of getting jealous of someone who, though he doesn’t know it yet, is a middle school nerd lmaooo

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"yuno is the only normal one" in the original tags was a LIE! the 74n5n from 2023 was INCORRECT and i'm here to FIX this!

The Victim seeks to convince themself and others that they cannot do anything, nothing can be done, all attempts are futile, despite trying hard.

For example, news outlets? They always make a big fuss about adultery, inappropriate comments, immodesty and so on, right? And then, they start criticizing the people who make an appearance there. Don't you think it's all so ridiculous? There's no end to how much people punish one another outside of the law. That's what I was saying. They only do that to make themselves feel better, don't they? Those people don't actually end up doing anything. Hm~ What's this? A lecture? Some sort of hard-working spirit? I hate them more than anything else, you know.

One payoff for this stance is avoiding real change or acknowledgement of their true feelings, which may bring anxiety and risk, while feeling they are doing all they can to escape it.

You don't feel guilty? I wonder. I stopped thinking about that as well. That's quite half-hearted of you. The world just takes things too seriously, that's all. Did you hate the person you killed? It was too much of a pain to for me to think about anything.

As such, the Victim's stance is "Poor me!" The Victim feels persecuted, oppressed, helpless, hopeless, powerless, ashamed, and seems unable to make decisions, solve problems, take pleasure in life, or achieve insight.

No matter how many chilling memories I had to go through, those people never gave me any warmth.

“Poor naive little girl”? So off the mark, what's it to you? It's just absurd Like really, who do you think you are?

The Victim will remain with a Persecutor or, if not being persecuted, will set someone else up in the role of Persecutor.

The Rescuer: The Rescuer's line is "Let me help you." A classic enabler, the Rescuer feels guilty if they do not go to the rescue, and ultimately becomes angry (and becomes a Persecutor) as their help fails to achieve change.

[x] Oh, really? That’s good then. Mahiru-san, if there’s anything you want then just ask. It’s not like it’s a huge burden, I can just ask for it along with my own stuff.

[x] You're helping Shidou-kun, aren't you? Well, to put it this way, it's a bit surprising. You seemed uninterested in others. Hmm? Why all of a sudden? Yeah, I'm not really interested. But if someone is about to die in front of me, I'd help out. That's just normal, isn't it?

When they focus their energy on someone else, it enables them to ignore their own anxiety and troubles. This rescue role is also pivotal because their actual primary interest is really an avoidance of their own problems disguised as concern for the Victim's needs.

Haha, thanks. Thank you, but y’know. Is it really ok for you to be saying that to me when you’re in that situation? ……you really aren’t suited for Milgram, huh, Mahiru-san.

The difference is the reason for lying. Kazui-san, you lie to protect yourself, because you're important to yourself. For me, no one is particularly important. That includes myself as well.

The Persecutor: (a.k.a. Villain) The Persecutor insists, "It's all your fault." The Persecutor is controlling, blaming, critical, oppressive, angry, authoritarian, rigid, and superior.

Are you personally satisfied? I mean, having forgiven and not forgiven, the inside of the prison is like this now. And then! Why don't you go ahead and arbitrarily think up what is and isn't, and arbitrarily make your decision?

You are saying that that changed and it's my fault? Yep! This situation's bothersome-ness has won out over the fun so I am extremely cooled off. That is all.

The Victim: The Victim in this model is not intended to represent an actual victim, but rather someone feeling or acting like one.

The Victim seeks to convince themself and others that they cannot do anything, nothing can be done, all attempts are futile, despite trying hard.

One payoff for this stance is avoiding real change or acknowledgement of their true feelings, which may bring anxiety and risk, while feeling they are doing all they can to escape it.

The Victim will remain with a Persecutor or, if not being persecuted, will set someone else up in the role of Persecutor.

They will also seek help, creating one or more Rescuers to save the day, who will in reality perpetuate the Victim's negative feelings and leave the situation broadly unchanged.

Yet their rescuing has negative effects: it keeps the Victim dependent and doesn't allow the Victim permission to fail and experience the consequences of their choices.

The rewards derived from this rescue role are that the focus is taken away from the Rescuer, who can also feel good for having tried, and justified in their negative feelings (to the other actor/s) upon failing.

When they focus their energy on someone else, it enables them to ignore their own anxiety and troubles.

This rescue role is also pivotal because their actual primary interest is really an avoidance of their own problems disguised as concern for the Victim's needs.

The Persecutor: (a.k.a. Villain) The Persecutor insists, "It's all your fault."

The Persecutor is controlling, blaming, critical, oppressive, angry, authoritarian, rigid, and superior.

But, if blamed in turn, the Persecutor may become defensive, and may switch roles to become a Victim if attacked forcefully by the Rescuer <...>

Initially, a drama triangle arises when a person takes on the role of a victim or persecutor.

This person then feels the need to enlist other players into the conflict.

As often happens, a rescuer is encouraged to enter the situation.

These enlisted players take on roles of their own that are not static, and therefore various scenarios can occur. The victim might turn on the rescuer, for example, while the rescuer then switches to persecution.

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dsireland86 · 3 days ago

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Omg I just read Denial and it was so good! But we need a follow up please on how the boys find out that Matt & Y/N are finally together and of course the bet they made pretty please with a cherry on top 🥰

Sweet!!! I'm really happy you liked it!! I thought it turned out really good, too. Let's see what I can come up with for a part 2

Denial Pt. 2

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Y/N woke up, stretching and yawning. The bright sun was pouring through the closed blinds, trying to make itself visible. Looking around, she searched the room for the one person she thought for sure she'd see when waking up, but Matt's sweet face was nowhere to be seen.

Matt pushed open the door with his foot, carrying a can of Celsius on one hand and a steaming hot cup of coffee in the other. He didn't look up at her, in fear he'd break his concentration of walking all the way from the kitchen to the bedroom without spilling a drop.

Y/N watched him, smiling big, biting her lip the moment Matt sat the cup down on the bedside table next to her.

"Hi," he said with a grin. "Hi," Y/N replied. "I made you coffee." "I see that." I didn't know what you usually put in yours." "What did you put in it?" "Two sugars and a little milk." "Oh dang, I usually take five sugars." Matt's face wrinkled in disgust, making Y/N chuckle. "I'm kidding, Matt. The way you made it is perfect." Matt relaxed, climbing into bed with her.

He at least had shorts on, but Y/N was still naked.

"I'm already addicted to the feeling of your skin against mine," Matt confessed rubbing his nose against hers

"Well then, these need to come off," Y/N teased, rubbing her leg against his shorts.

Matt sat up, instantly taking them off and tossing them to the floor, parting her legs to lay back down.

His cock that was soft a few minutes ago was hard now, pressed close against her sex. Matt rutted softly against her as they slowly kissed. Her small whimpers instigated every thought he was having of being inside her to the point that he was trying hard to move just his tip against her.

Y/N slightly wiggled around until finally Matt slipped inside her, filling her sex completely. The way he stretched her, moving against her walls like he'd known them forever, made Y/N completely defenseless. She dug at his back, running her nails all the way down to his ass, squeezing it as she pushed him up into her.

Matt grunted over and over, gently thrusting into her, yet hard enough so she'd remember him throughout the day.

"Oh god, I hate how much I need you," he groaned, sliding his lips over the skin of her neck. He kept going, reaching her breasts and wrapping his lips around each nipple, sucking them and rolling them around his tongue. He reached her belly sweetly peppering it with kisses. But that wasn't where Y/N wanted him.

She thrusted her hips, forcing her soaked, aching sex into Matt until he got the idea. Looking up at her, Matt grinned softly before lowering his face between her legs. He could already smell her sex and it smelled amazing.

Using just the tip of his tongue, Matt teased Y/N, getting off on just the way she panted and moaned for him. Her soft cries as she clawed at the bed sheets had his mind on a high. Never before had he made love to a girl who responded to him in the way Y/N was.

"You're pussy tastes so fucking good, baby." He peered up at her, grinning when he saw her watching him. Spreading her wet folds open, Matt went deep inside her with his tongue, licking, sucking, and nipping until all that could be heard was her loud, desperate moans and cries.

"Fuck, Matt, you're gonna make me cum! Don't stop!"

She pushed him against her sex, thrusting lightly into his mouth. It wasn't until the friction of his nose rubbing against her clit started that the immense pressure in her lower abdomen became unmanageable and before she could say anything she gripped the bed sheets tightly, crying Matt's name as her orgasm ripped through her, completely ruining her.

Matt cleaned her with his tongue, swallowing everything, then wiped his mouth before collapsing next to her. Y/N was breathless, eyes closed tightly as she tried to recover.

"You okay?" Matt was a little worried he'd overdone it. Luckily, Y/N nodded, finally turning over and looking at him.

"That was a little intense."

"First time for everything," Matt smirked. "It sure is." "What?" "That was a first for me." Matt sat up, shocked. "You're lying!" Y/N shook her head. "How's that even possible?" She shrugged. "Matt, I've only been with two guys before you, and both of them were serious relationships." Matt's brows creased. "You've never had an overnight fling or anything like that?" Y/N shook her head again. "Wow! I feel like a man whore now," Matt laughed. "Why? How many girls have you been with?" Matt laughed nervously. "Ummm, well," he huffed another laugh, "at least five or six." Y/N's widened in surprise. "Damn." "Or seven.." "Seven!" "I'm joking," he smiled. Y/N threw a pillow at him. "Funny," she rolled her eyes.

"I thought so," Matt said, standing up and holding his hands out. "Come on, let's go shower before heading over to the studio. Noah's been blowing up my phone this morning."

"Oh god! You know why, don't you?" Y/N groaned, getting up and wrapping the sheet around her as she took Matt's hand.

"Um, should I?"

"Remember, they already think we're a thing, Matt. I bet you Noah's already made a bet or something with the others over if we've slept together or not."

Matt laughed, closing the bathroom door. He turned on the shower, making sure the water was the right temperature before turning back to her and pulling the sheet off her body.

"You overthink things way too much," he said, scooping her up in his arms, kissing her madly to the point that she quickly forgot about Noah or anything else.

"Round two?" Matt muttered against her lips, pulling her into the shower and under the hot water.

"Absolutely!"

Y/N and Matt stole one more heated kiss before exiting the car. He walked into the studio first, Y/N tagging along behind him quietly, pretending to be interested in something on her phone. It took all her effort not to reach out and take his hand just to feel his skin on hers.

The moment they walked into the studio, Y/N felt all eyes on her. She smiled at the guys, noticing the looks they were giving her and Matt; especially Noah. The shit eating grin on his face was already making her paranoid.

"What?" "What?" "Why are you looking at me like that?" "Like what?" She rolled her eyes at Noah, sighing. "Leave me alone, Noah, please." "Have a late night?" You give him a hard scowl. "What are you implying?" Noah shakes his head, trying hard to mask his grin. "Nothing. Did they fix the water pipe in your building yet?" "I don't know yet," Y/N scowled at him skeptically. "What did you and Matt do last night?" "I don't know, Noah, I fell asleep before he even came home," she answered, clearly irritated.

"Wow, okay, calm down, I was just asking," Noah said defensively, holding his hands up.

Y/N growled in frustration, storming off before Noah could drill her for any more information.

Jolly came over to Noah, folding his arms over his chest. "Well, what do you think?" "Oh," Noah laughed, turning to face Jolly. "They clearly slept together." "Fuck!" Jolly cursed. "Well, I'm not paying up until you can prove it." "Alright, that's fine," Noah said. "But I will. Just watch." He patted Jolly on the back before walking away.

Throughout the day, Matt focused hard on the music and the upcoming tour. He poured himself into it, working with Folio on a new drum pattern for a revised edition of an older song. Jolly and Nick hammered out some new chords with Noah tracking some new vocal sounds, trying to find new ways to revamp some of the songs.

Y/N drowned herself in helping Bryan organize and edit photos from the previous shows they did, which were a few sporadic ones here and there. But, no matter how hard she and Matt tried, they couldn't keep their eyes off each other for too long.

Finally, towards the end of the day, Y/N couldn't handle it any longer and pulled Matt into a small bathroom, locking the door.

"It's too dark," Matt whispered, feeling around in the darkness for any sign of Y/N.

"That's the whole point. We don't want to draw attention," she replied quietly, removing her shirt.

Matt's hands found her, running over the softness of her small breast, instantly making her nipples hard.

"Oh baby," he moaned for her, pinching the pebbled flesh between his thumbs and fingers.

"How wet are you for me?" he asked, slipping his hand down her leggings and under her panties, straight into her pussy.

"Oh fuck, so wet," he groaned. "Matty," Y/N whined quietly. "What do you want, baby? You want me inside you." "Uh-huh, yeah, I do, right now."

In the pitch black, Matt quickly undressed, lifting Y/N onto the counter and removing her remaining clothing. He didn't waste a second, pulling her into him and filling her fully with his hard cock. His thickness against her walls was more than she could handle, and Matt had to press his hand against her mouth to keep her quiet as he fucked her hard.

It wasn't long until both of them came together, panting and sweaty as they clung to one another.

"Holy shit, Y/N, is this what I've been missing all this time," Matt said, dropping his head into the crook of her neck. She caressed his back, kissing the side of his head and laying her cheek on his shoulder.

"I know. You feel amazing inside me."

Matt's lips found hers in the dark, their tongues breaking the barriers of their teeth and meeting wildly. His hands tangled in her hair, as did hers in his.

"I don't want anyone else, Y/N. Only you. Let's make this thing for real. I don't care what the fuck the guys say and how much the make fun of us. You're the one I want. It's always been you.”

Tears rolled down Y/N's eyes over Matt's confession. All the months of working for him, trying to keep her feelings for him suppressed, were finally over.

"I want nothing more than you too, Matt. You're my person. You've always been my person. Yes, let's make this thing for real."

Matt pulled out of her, finding enough paper towels to clean her up with, and finally turning the light on, they dressed, grinning at one another as they did. Matt kissed her on the forehead, wrapping his arms around her.

A sudden knock on the door startled both of them, making their hearts beat heavily against their chests. Matt and Y/N look at one another, eyes wide.

"I'm in here," Matt called out.

"Matt, have you seen Y/N? I can't find her. I need her help editing the last few photos."

Both of them sighed, exhaling in relief.

"No, I haven't. Last time I saw her she was with you. But I'm taking a dump, so if you don't mind,"

"Oh yeah, sorry man," Bryan apologized, walking away.

Y/N giggled quietly, kissing Matt quickly. He turned the light off and left the bathroom, texting Y/N moments later that the coast was clear.

"Noah, I think you're wrong, man. I'm not seeing anything that proves the two of them slept together."

Jolly grabbed his bag, ready to leave the studio.

Noah was frustrated. He was more than sure Matt and Y/N had slept together and were a thing. He was about to call the deal off when he saw Matt exit the bathroom. "Hey," he grinned, patting Jolly on the shoulder and pointing towards the bathroom. They watched as Matt closed the door and moments later Y/N sneaking out and walking off in the opposite direction. Jolly groaned, looking over at Noah.

"I'll take my fifty bucks now," he smirked, holding his hand out. Jolly groaned, slapping a fifty into Noah's hand before walking away.

"They all know, now," Matt told her, running his finger up and down her shoulder. Y/N was curled up into him, her head resting on his chest as she danced her fingers along his skin. She took a deep breath, exhaling quickly.

"How do you know?" "Noah called me after everyone left the studio. You were right, they all already knew."

Y/N sat up, looking down at Matt.

"See, I told you! And you told me I was overthinking too much. Ha!" "Alright, slow your roll cougar," Matt ordered, pulling her back down on him. "If we're going to make this thing work, you need to trust my intuition. I know things." "Oh you do, do you," Matt chuckled, lightly tickling her sides and making her giggle. "Yeah, I do," she laughed, sitting back up. "Do you know what I'm thinking?"

Her eyes narrowed at Matt, seeing that familiar twinkle in his eyes. She knew exactly what he was thinking from the way his hand traveled to crotch.

Y/N straddled him, scooting down, far enough to position herself where she wanted.

"Oh yeah, I know exactly what you're thinking," she grinned at him, lowering her head down between his legs.

Matt sighed, closing his eyes and laying his hand on the back of her head as she took him in her mouth and began giving him the best head he'd ever had.

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dancingintherainwithchifuyu · 2 days ago

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Ichiji Vinsmoke x Fem Reader.

Chapter 1

In a kingdom where marriage is power, a princess finds herself at the center of a political scheme. When the ambitious Vinsmoke family arrives, intent on winning her hand to secure an alliance, each of the brothers vies for her favor. But it’s the stoic Ichiji who catches her attention—despite his cold demeanor and sense of duty.

Warnings: Political Manipulation, Schemes,Arranged/Forced Marriage,Mild Violence Conflict,Emotional Manipulation,Slow-Burn Romance,Toxic Family Dynamics,Class and Social Hierarchy.

Tags: @omi-replies , @fic-dumpster , @firstdivisiongirl , @livid-basket , @alexa-fika

Part 2

The air in the Germa Kingdom’s main strategy chamber was thick with an uncomfortable silence. Judge Vinsmoke sat at the head of the long table, his imposing figure casting a shadow over his four children seated before him. His fingers tapped rhythmically on the table as he eyed each of them, his gaze resting a moment longer on Ichiji, his eldest.

“Listen carefully,” Judge began, his voice commanding their full attention. “We are about to enter a kingdom with powerful resources—resources that could secure Germa’s place as an unstoppable force. I have reason to believe that the king is considering marriage alliances for his daughter. He knows it’s time for her to marry.”

“A royal alliance has presented itself,” Judge announced, his tone heavy with expectation. “An opportunity to expand Germa’s influence beyond the North Blue.”

Ichiji’s eyes narrowed slightly. He knew his father didn’t indulge them in such serious discussions unless he believed there was something of significant value at stake.

A brief, tense silence settled around the table as each of the Vinsmokes absorbed this revelation. Niji let out a scoff, rolling his eyes. “Marriage? Don’t tell me you actually want one of us to play house with some pampered princess. Who needs that kind of baggage?”

“Careful, Niji,” Judge’s voice was sharp, leaving no room for argument. “This isn’t just any princess. She’s the daughter of a kingdom that controls a significant stretch of strategic territory. If we establish ties through marriage, Germa will have access to their resources, their ports… Their people.”

“Father, you talk as if she’s a prize to be won,” Reiju remarked quietly, though she wore a small, knowing smile. “You do realize she’s a person?”

Judge’s gaze flicked to his only daughter, his voice hardening. “That’s precisely what makes her valuable. She’s the means to an end, and Germa needs that end.” His eyes swept over them again, calculating. “The girl’s family holds immense sway over trade routes. Once she’s married into our family, that influence belongs to us.”

“That’s where you come in,” he continued, his gaze shifting from one son to the next. “I want each of you to compete for the princess’s favor. Show her what Germa’s finest can offer. This is your opportunity to prove yourselves.”

Yonji laughed under his breath. “Sounds easy enough. If all we have to do is charm some doe-eyed princess, then let me handle it.”

“I doubt charm will get you far, Yonji,” Reiju cut in, a faint smirk playing on her lips. “From what I hear, she’s supposed to be quite... particular.”

Niji leaned forward, an arrogant gleam in his eyes. “Particular, huh? She sounds soft”.Ichiji hadn’t spoken yet, instead choosing to assess his father’s expression with a quiet intensity. He knew exactly what Judge expected of him—the ideal son, the one molded from childhood to carry Germa’s ambitions forward without question.

“Spare us the theatrics,” Ichiji finally spoke, his tone level. “This is clearly a strategy, nothing more. I’ll play the role if it’s required. But let’s not pretend it’s anything other than manipulation.”

Judge’s eyes gleamed, the faintest hint of pride in his eldest son’s calculated mindset. “Precisely,” he affirmed. “This girl has likely been raised to be a pawn her entire life, groomed to follow the wishes of her family. You need only exploit that training. She will trust Germa if she believes she’s marrying someone worthy, someone loyal”

The Germa 66 fleet sailed smoothly over the calm sea, their dark, sleek ships forming an imposing line against the horizon. Judge stood on the deck of the lead ship, his gaze fixed forward, unyielding and cold. Behind him, his children assembled, each in their characteristic stance—Niji and Yonji leaning against the rails with their usual smirks, Reiju standing calmly with her arms crossed, and Ichiji, silent and focused, his eyes narrowed as he observed the approaching island.

The distant outline of the kingdom's lush forests and majestic palace came into view. The port city bustled with ships coming and going, but none compared to the intimidating, uniform might of the Germa fleet. Even from a distance, they could see the kingdom's guards hurrying to clear the docks, each with expressions of tense anticipation.

"Quite the welcome they’re giving us," Yonji snickered, watching as the guards lined up in a formation, clearly put on edge by the sight of Germa’s arrival.

Judge’s gaze remained forward. “Of course, they’re intimidated. They know what it means for Germa to visit. We’re a force to be reckoned with.”

The ship lurched slightly as it neared the dock, the water rippling against the massive hull. Reiju watched the kingdom’s coastline, her gaze lingering on the distant palace towers. “I hope they’re prepared for what’s coming,” she murmured. “It doesn’t seem like the kind of place accustomed to Germa’s… approach.”

Niji chuckled. “All the better for us. The softer they are, the easier they’ll be to control. This should be a walk in the park.”

Ichiji gave him a sidelong glance, his voice cold. “You’d do well to control your arrogance, Niji. They may be soft, but underestimating them will only complicate matters.”

“Relax, Ichiji,” Niji shot back, smirking. “We’re here to charm them, aren’t we? Father didn’t bring us along to just stand there and look pretty.” He straightened his coat, the gleam in his eye betraying the enjoyment he took from the chance to play a role in the family scheme.

Judge’s gaze settled on each of them in turn, ensuring his children understood their roles. “Remember, this marriage is our chance to expand Germa’s reach. Each of you has a part to play in securing this alliance. Reiju, you will earn the princess’s trust. Niji, Yonji—support Ichiji’s efforts, but do not overstep. This is a delicate situation, and I will not tolerate failure.”

Reiju nodded thoughtfully, her mind already working through the best way to approach this task. She understood her father’s methods all too well, and she knew this wasn’t about romance or family. This was about gaining control.

Judge continued, his tone a blend of impatience and expectation. “Each of you has something to offer. Show her why Germa is her best option, and make sure she feels that. I’ll be watching closely.”

Niji leaned over to Yonji, grinning. “Guess the best man wins, huh?” He gave his older brother a nudge, his grin widening. “Good luck, Ichiji.”

Yonji chuckled, looking Ichiji over with a smug smirk. “You going to try charming her, Ichiji? Or just stand there looking all stoic and intimidating?”

Ichiji shot them both a steely look but said nothing. It was pointless to argue; he would do what he must, even if the idea of vying for someone’s favor left him with a bitter taste.

“Save your boasting for the banquet,” Judge warned, his voice cold. “Remember, this alliance is essential. Failure is not an option.”

With that, he turned his back on them, effectively dismissing them. Reiju gave Ichiji a brief, sympathetic glance as she turned to leave. She understood better than the others what he felt—how difficult it was to be the figure their father molded for his own purposes.

As they left the room, Niji and Yonji exchanged competitive glances, clearly eager to outdo one another. They already had their sights set on impressing the princess, and neither seemed to care how obvious their rivalry was.

As the Vinsmokes prepared to disembark at the kingdom’s port, they were met by an escort of palace guards who would lead them to the palace for that night’s banquet. Each sibling took in the sights with different degrees of interest, their minds already on the tasks Judge had set before them.

Niji elbowed Yonji as they walked, a grin spreading across his face. “What do you think? The princess will be wrapped around my finger in no time.”

Yonji smirked, unfazed. “You? Not a chance. I’ll have her attention before you can even blink.”

Ichiji ignored them, his gaze fixed on the palace looming ahead. He could already envision the evening: the charade, the flattery, the act of interest he’d have to feign. It was his duty, nothing more. A distraction he’d put up with if it meant securing his father’s ambitions.

Reiju, meanwhile, was mentally preparing herself for the night. Befriending the princess would require tact, patience, and a delicate hand. But she was well-versed in her father’s games. She knew how to maneuver through them gracefully, keeping her own feelings in check.

Niji elbowed Yonji as they walked, a grin spreading across his face. “What do you think? The princess will be wrapped around my finger in no time.” Yonji smirked, unfazed. “You? Not a chance. I’ll have her attention before you can even blink.”

The grand ballroom was filled with music and laughter, noble guests drifting between conversations and dancing under the glow of crystal chandeliers. The princess, standing near the edge of the gathering, felt herself sinking deeper into discomfort. A persistent nobleman, clearly emboldened by wine, had been hovering around her for the past few minutes, his attention increasingly unwelcome.

“I was saying, Your Highness,” the nobleman continued, leaning too close, “you would be wise to consider my family’s standing. We have much to offer, after all,” he said, flashing a grin she found all too smug.

The princess forced a polite smile, subtly shifting away from him. “I’m sure your family is very… esteemed,” she replied, her voice wavering slightly.

The nobleman’s hand reached out, just enough to lightly touch her arm, making her tense. “Please, Your Highness, a dance?” He bowed dramatically, blocking her from slipping away.

She looked around, eyes searching for a familiar face, her discomfort rising as she struggled to find a way out of the situation.

Then, just as her anxiety was about to bubble over, a calm, confident voice cut through the tension.

“Excuse me, Your Highness,” Reiju interjected, stepping between the princess and the nobleman with perfect poise. “I couldn’t help but notice how lovely you look this evening. You must tell me who styled your hair—it’s simply enchanting.”

The princess blinked, caught off guard but relieved, and let out a small sigh. Reiju’s warm smile was both friendly and reassuring, the perfect lifeline.

“Oh, thank you, Lady Reiju,” she replied, her voice soft but grateful.

Reiju’s eyes flicked toward the nobleman, who was looking between them with a frown, clearly unimpressed by the interruption. She held her gaze steady, an undercurrent of steel flashing in her blue eyes as she addressed him with cool politeness.

“I’m sorry, but the princess and I have a prior engagement,” Reiju said smoothly. “We wouldn’t want to keep her waiting, would we?”

The nobleman’s eyes narrowed, his pride clearly stung. “I wasn’t aware the princess was… so occupied,” he said, voice dripping with irritation. But under Reiju’s unflinching stare, he gave a curt bow and stalked off, muttering under his breath.

Reiju watched him go, the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at her lips. Once he was out of earshot, she turned back to the princess, her expression softening.

“Apologies for the interruption, Your Highness,” she said with a gentle smile. “It’s just that these banquets seem to attract a… particular type of guest.”

The princess let out a small, relieved laugh, her shoulders visibly relaxing. “Thank you, Lady Reiju. I… wasn’t sure what to say to him.”

Reiju nodded knowingly. “I can imagine. Men like that don’t always take hints easily.” She tilted her head thoughtfully, lowering her voice. “Truthfully, I could never stand that type myself. Far too forward.”

The princess’s eyes lit up in surprise, a smile breaking through her initial shyness. “I feel the same way,” she confessed. “Sometimes, I just… wish I could tell them no without being polite about it.

Reiju chuckled, leaning in conspiratorially. “Believe me, Your Highness, every woman wishes that at some point.” She glanced around the ballroom with a sly smile. “Shall we escape to the balcony? It’s much quieter there.”

The princess nodded eagerly. “Yes, please. I could use a bit of fresh air.”

The two slipped away, weaving through the crowd until they reached the balcony overlooking the garden, where the soft night air provided a welcome respite. The princess took a deep breath, her face relaxing as she gazed over the quiet scene.

“Thank you again, Lady Reiju,” she murmured. “I don’t know how to repay your kindness.”

Reiju shook her head, her expression turning unexpectedly soft. “Think nothing of it, Your Highness. Sometimes, we all need a little help. And you can call me Reiju,” she added with a wink, her usual formality melting away.

The princess smiled shyly. “Reiju, then.” She looked down, gathering her thoughts before adding, “I don’t have many… friends in court, I suppose. This was… really kind of you.”

Reiju placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “Well, you have one now,” she said with genuine warmth. “And if you ever need me to help fend off another admirer, you know where to find me.”

The princess laughed softly, feeling more at ease in Reiju’s presence. For the first time, she felt she had an ally—someone who wasn’t interested in power or politics but simply understood her. The pressures of court life felt lighter, if only for a moment.

And though Reiju’s family might have their own motives, she found herself unexpectedly protective of the princess, hoping that their friendship might bring her a taste of normalcy amid the endless scheming.

The night was peaceful as Reiju and the princess strolled along the garden path. The banquet music was a faint hum in the background, giving them a sense of privacy in the open air. The princess’s face was relaxed, her earlier tension forgotten as she glanced curiously at Reiju.

“Lady Reiju,” the princess began, then corrected herself with a shy smile. “I mean, Reiju… you mentioned earlier that you’ve traveled far and wide with your family. I’ve never had the chance to travel beyond our islands. What’s it like?”

Reiju paused, a gentle smile crossing her lips as she glanced up at the night sky, gathering her thoughts. “It’s… exhilarating,” she replied. “One moment, you’re in the middle of a bustling port city, full of people and noise and life. And the next, you’re in a quiet, forgotten village where time seems to stand still. There’s always something new to see, something unexpected waiting around the corner.”

The princess listened intently, her eyes shining with fascination. “It sounds so… freeing,” she said softly. “I can’t imagine going wherever you please. Which place was your favorite?”

Reiju smiled, though there was a hint of nostalgia in her eyes. “There was a city in the North Blue,” she said, her voice tinged with warmth. “It was surrounded by snow-capped mountains, and the air was always crisp and cold. The people there were so hardy, living in harsh conditions, but they were kind too. They had this annual festival where they’d hang lanterns all around the town. At night, the whole place would glow—it was breathtaking.”

The princess sighed, lost in the mental picture Reiju had painted. “That sounds so beautiful,” she murmured. “I’ve always loved festivals and celebrations. I think… it reminds people to be joyful, even if only for a little while.”

Reiju nodded, her gaze softening as she looked at the princess. “You have a way of seeing things that many don’t. Even when times are hard, you find something good to hold onto.”

The princess blushed, glancing down shyly. “Thank you, Reiju. I suppose it’s just how I was raised. I’ve always been taught that kindness and understanding can make a difference, even in small ways.” She paused, looking up with curiosity. “Do you ever feel that way?”

Reiju hesitated, not used to sharing personal thoughts but sensing the princess’s sincerity. “Sometimes,” she said finally. “I think… there’s strength in kindness, though not everyone realizes it. It takes a certain bravery to be gentle in a world that can be… harsh.”

The princess nodded thoughtfully, a small smile spreading across her face. “I like to think so too. Perhaps that’s why I’m so fascinated by the idea of traveling. Meeting people from different places, seeing their lives—maybe there’s more kindness in the world than we realize.”

Reiju glanced over, feeling an unexpected admiration for the princess’s innocent outlook. “You’d make a wonderful traveler,” she said. “And you know, if you ever do get the chance, I’d love to be the one to show you around.”

The princess’s face lit up with joy, her eyes sparkling. “Oh, that would be a dream! To travel with someone like you—who’s seen so much already.”

Reiju chuckled, trying to keep her tone light. “We’d make a fine pair, I think,” she said. “I’d handle the logistics, and you could remind me to see the beauty in each place we visit.”

As they walked further into the garden, Reiju continued to share stories, carefully selecting memories that highlighted the wonders of the world without betraying the harsher truths of her family’s conquests. She described vibrant markets filled with exotic spices, coastal towns with waves crashing against rocky shores, and sprawling forests with trees older than memory. All the while, the princess listened, occasionally asking questions with wide-eyed curiosity, immersing herself in each tale.

Eventually, they reached a secluded bench near a bed of fragrant night-blooming flowers. The princess sat down, pulling her knees up slightly as she gazed up at Reiju with wonder.

“I never thought I’d find a friend like you, Reiju,” she said softly. “Thank you… for sharing all this with me.”

Reiju took a seat beside her, a small smile playing at her lips. “The pleasure is mine, Your Highness. It’s nice to speak with someone who understands the world beyond titles and power.”

They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, both lost in their thoughts. For Reiju, it was a rare feeling of peace, a brief respite from the expectations that usually weighed upon her. And for the princess, it was a moment of connection—a reminder that even in a world shaped by duty and formality, true friendship could be found.

#one pieces #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x yn #one piece yn #one piece imagine #one piece hcs #one piece headcanons #one piece ichiji #one piece ichiji vinsmoke #ichiji vinsmoke #ichiji x reader

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gentlebeardsbarngrill · 3 days ago

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11/05-06/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Rhys Darby; Zayre Ferrer; Con O'Neill; Samba Schutte; Kristian Nairn; David Fane; Anapela Polataivao; Dominic Burgess; Rory Kinnear; Hugo Pierre Martin; Fan Spotlight: 35K on AO3; Our Flag Means Fanfiction; Love Notes: David Jenkins; Rosie Carnahan Darby; Con O'Neill; Samba Schutte; Ruibo Qian; Vico Ortiz; Dominic Burgess; Resources;

Hey crew... doing things a bit different. There was so much love sent by the cast and crew I'm going to put them all in the love notes section and highlight some other stuff going on in the main areas.

= Rhys Darby =

Sneaky Rhys pic from the set of Little Lorraine!

Source: Instagram

= Zayre Ferrer =

We don't see our beloved writer, Zayre Ferrer come out too often, but they popped out to share this wisdom with us. they recommend reading "Let's Move The Needle: An activism handbook for Artists, Crafters, Creatives, and Makers" by Shanon Downey. I've already got my audible copy, there's physical, digital, and audio available.

Source: Zayre Ferrer's Instagram

= Con O'Neill =

The first of some love notes/pics from Con to help us all cope!

Source: Con's Instagram

= Samba Schutte =

Samba, our BTS Angel was kind enough to try and keep our spirits up on the night of the election and he brought us this BTS! Need a transcript? You can visit here.

Source: Samba's Twitter

= Kristian Nairn =

Kristian is joining The Republic Of Pirates on November 22-24 in Heathrow UK! For more info, visit www.starfury.co.uk!

Source: Kristian's Instagram

= David Fane =

David Derrick Jr (Co Director of Moana 2) - sharing love for David <3!

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Souce: David Fane's Instagram

= Anapela Polataivao =

Auntie's film Tinā is now an official selection for the PERTH Festival!

Source: Tinā the Film

= Dominic Burgess =

Dominic is once again blessing us with cat content <3

Source: Dominic's Twitter

= Rory Kinnear =

Our dear Nigel and Chauncey Badminton was recently out performing at White Rabbit/Black Rabbit!

Source: Lambert Jackson Production's Instagram

Also, some of our crewmates at the show got to meet Rory! NicNacN00 and Trixn_Treats on twitter were kind enough to allow me share this-- thanks you two!!

Source: NikNakN00's Twitter

= Hugo Pierre Martin =

Our fabulous Valet and fellow crewmate, Hugo left twitter! Wanna stay in touch? Visit his Instagram or His Spotify Work

Source: Hugo's Insta

== Fan Spotlight ==

= A03 hitting 35K =

So I could have sworn I shared this before but I couldn't find it, so just in case, here it is again! Great job everyone 35K fics under the OFMD TV Tag!

Source: @ramsaybaggins Twitter!

= Our Flag Means Fanfiction =

Our friends over at Our Flag Means Fanfiction wanted to remind us of this particular episode. Check it out on Spotify.

Source: Our Flag Means Fanfiction Instagram

== Love Notes ==

Love Notes are going to be a bit different tonight. So much of the cast sent love so I wanted to share them here. I am not going to be able to say anything more than what they've said, but I want you to know this. I know you're all hurting so much. You have every right to be angry and frustrated, and scared. Take some time to yourself. Get some rest, create something, drink water, take your meds. Fall back on others for help. You mean so very much to so many of us, and we will feel the loss of any single spark of you so profoundly. You are wonderful and worthy of this life, so please live out of spite if you have to-- but please don't leave us. We'll figure this out, and we'll fight what's coming, and we'll fucking win. I'm including some resources under the love notes for mental health, activism, and support lines. Please feel free to share more if you have them. We love you crew. We love you, and we care what happens to you, and we will link our arms and fight for you. Feel your fear and despair today, maybe even for a week or so, but come back refreshed, and rested, and know we're here waiting, and fighting with/for you. We will make it through this together.

= David Jenkins =

Source: David Jenkins Instagram

= Rosie Carnahan Darby =

Source: Rosie's Twitter

= Con O'Neill =

Source: Con's Insta

= Samba Schutte =

Source: Samba's Insta

= Ruibo Qian =

Source: Ruibo's Insta

= Vico Ortiz =

Source: Vico's Twitter / Black Liturgies Instagram

= Dominic Burgess =

Source: Dominic's Twitter

= Fandom Love =

Harold's Haunt and @ringasunn, sent you all some love. If you're in the Pittsburgh area, please join them at Harold's Haunt at 6pm ET.

Source: Harold's Haunt Instagram

Our crewmate @smudgeandfrank sent some love notes as well <3

Source: Smudge & Frank's Instagram

== Resources ==

Support:

Source: Human Rights Campaign

Source: OnTheDriftInTheTardis

How to Help:

How to Avoid Burnout w/Activism

Activism Handbook Recommended by Zayre Ferrer

HRT Resources

Trans Resources: Applying for a Passport

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kisses-soft-like-sunshine · 2 days ago

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Bittersweet - Part III *rewritten*

Fluff w angst, Lee Know x fem!reader, coffee shop AU, idol AU, 1070 words. Content warning: none! As promised, here is the rewritten part III for Bittersweet. I feel like it deserved a better ending and I hope this does justice! Thank you for reading :) Tagged: @linocz <3

The drive to the café is filled with shyness and unsaid words. If it weren't for social conventions you would ask him everything and anything. I can't believe I hugged him… what's wrong with me? He's going to think I'm just another fan girl… You wondered what his dating life must be like, with his demanding lifestyle. How little intimacy he can actually manage to get… You were saddened to see how right you were to assume his loneliness echoed yours. The bright neon letters of the coffee shop picking through the windshield relieved a soft gasp out of you and him both. His mind and heart were all over the place too. If it weren't for his focus being on the road, he would have melted into your arms again or skyrocketed himself into outer space never to be seen again. You both needed the warmth of each other more than you’d like to admit, more than he’d allow it.

You made your way to the alley discreetly, followed by your charming stranger, his eyes tenderly storing the details of you in his heart for keepsake. You both sat at the makeshift table you and your coworkers used on breaks, when you noticed his gaze on you. A small but unabashed grin grazed your lips as you chose the sky over his gorgeous onyx eyes. The heat of your cheek could keep you warm for the winter to come. God, how warm his arms were…

“What should I get you? The usual?” you asked, trying to distract your own thoughts.

“Do you remember every customer’s order?”

“No. Not, everyone…” You, only you. You didn’t even know you did before he asked you the question.

“Ah… I’ll have the usual then, yes.” He said with a kittenish smile.

You excused yourself and went back inside, hoping your coworkers wouldn’t mind your presence. Luckily, the one who knew about the situation (partially) was not here today. You made matching cappuccinos for the both of you with precision, adding a delicate heart-shaped drawing to his. A common practice which took on a brand new connotation. You kept yourself from giggling at your own actions, resolved to calm yourself before joining him again. It’s probably just the tension diffusing… Everything was so intense. He was there when no one else was… There’s nothing else to it, really. His gentle gaze as you peered through the back door snapped you back to your feelings. Oh, how screwed you were…

“Thank you” he said as he grabbed both drinks, making it easier for you to sit back down. You simply smiled at him as a response.

His ears turned pink again when he noticed the specific drink you had handed him had a heart doodled on it while the other didn’t. You couldn’t help but wonder how the warmth of his blush would feel on the softness of your lips. How the softness of his lips, now gently kissing the porcelain, would feel on your lips… Your gaze shifted to your drink when his eyes reached yours over the cup. Oh, no… I was staring. You both drank your coffees quietly, enjoying the comfort of the other being near, when small drops started to trace dark dots on the pilling mint table.

You looked up at the clouds above simultaneously, then at each other. Without a word, you both stood and reached for the door but found it closed. You had inadvertently kicked the box holding it open on your way back, too busy preventing yourself from daydreaming about him. You were locked outside with the rain pouring harder and harder. You looked at him with sorry eyes and he laughed it off. His hand grabbed yours before he pulled you toward the nearest shelter. The old movie theater in the next door building had one of these classic red awning ornamenting its unused exit. It wasn’t far but by the time you both reached it you were soaked. He let go of your hand as he turned to look at you, his radiant smile drying the droplets on your skin. You answered with a smile of your own and he could have sworn he was growing a fever just by looking at you. You tenderly brushed the strands of hair falling over his face, making his ears burn even more. He flinched at the sight of the scar sealed on the inside of your hand and suddenly grabbed it in his. You were startled by his gesture but it’s the soft kiss he placed on your injured palm that made you lose your breath. Your wound must have opened again by the way his kiss electrified your whole body. Or maybe it had healing properties. He kept his eyes closed as he pressed into it, and your thumb intuitively traced the bridge of his nose. He let go of your hand, and you moved it to the side of his face, gently caressing it in a reassuring manner. It was okay. You were okay. His eyes searched for yours in the daze of the cloudy weather and you blinked softly as to let him know your guards were down. You moved closer and placed your hand on the side of his neck, fingers brushing at the sprouts of his hair. He was the one who moved closer this time, holding you to his chest, his hands nervously reaching for you like he did back at the police station. This felt new yet instinctive for the both of you. You couldn’t decipher his heartbeat from yours. He sweetly brushed his nose on the side of yours before faintly placing his mouth on your own. The cushiony texture of his lips on yours made you sink deeper into the kiss. Both of your hands were fully wrapped around his neck now, your fingers comfortably nesting in his silky hair. A grin grew on his lips and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“This isn't… something… I mean, this isn’t a habit of mine…” he said, parting from your lips reluctantly.

“What isn’t?” you asked, perfectly aware of what he was talking about.

“Kissing strangers…” he answered shyly.

“Let’s not be strangers, then.” You said, playing with the wet curls at the back of his head. “I sure could make this a habit of mine…”

“Sounds good to me” he said, smirking, before pulling you in for another kiss.

#skz fanfic #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #lee know fanfic #lee know x reader #lee know fluff

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cardinalcanis · 3 days ago

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Not this time

Summary: Elric and Lion meet again after being apart fighting across Imperium Nihilus, the distance and time making them crave each other more than anything.

TW: smut, fluff, yes I joined the breeding kink gang, ftm character,

Word count: 3009

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“Easy with those hands Big Guy, you do not want to jank my hearing implant out again.” Joked Elric as Lion’s calloused hand had pulled him closer, his growing arousal demanding more of the cadian’s skin to make contact with his. “Maybe that’s what you want, if I can’t hear you I can’t be told to stop.”

There was a time when the colonel wouldn’t have lowered his guard half a second inside that strange forest world Johnson could travel through. But there they were, naked under void kissed canopies.

“No answer to that?” he teased again, only receiving a pretending to be oblivious grunt from Lion.

His Big Guy liked to keep secrets, but the primarch’s body was such a talker and Elric loved conversing with it for hours. The Lion was laying on his back, a landscape of blonde hair carpeted his muscular body just as the grass did the ground beneath him. Elric was straddled over one of Lion’s thick thighs and now being dragged to rest his full body over Johnson’s while he continued fingering Lion El’s hairy hungry cunt.

The sound of the man’s wetness threatened to overshadow the nearby stream’s, coating his buttocks and shaky thighs. Elric observed Lion’s chest expand as his breath deepened, an excited nipple right at the perfect height to be taken into his mouth, throne it would be an act of heresy not to dig his face and suck on those godly pecs. His teeth biting into the pale skin made Lion’s hole tighten around his fingers, making Elric increase the intensity in which he assaulted the growing tender spot inside Lion. On the outside he kept his thumb massaging the swollen clit, already overstimulated from having been driven to climax several times already.

“Soldier… ahh… Elric…” fuck, it had been six months since last time they saw each other, how much he missed having his name being grunted and moaned by the primarch. Yet Lion was trying to keep restrain.

“Such chaste sounds still, what do your other lips say?” Lion had started to rock his hips along Elric’s fingers, helping to finger fuck himself and full on grinding his clit on the soldier’s palm. “Look at that, your mouth needs to learn from them.” He teased the wanting giant.

“Soldier I… I think I need to pee.” The First said, making Habermas smirk as if chaos had possessed him.

“No, you are not peeing yourself.” He would have caressed Lion’s hair reassuringly, but his left arm was trapped with the primarch’s touch starved need to have him held close.

“I know when I’m… ah…”

Elric felt the man tense under him, fighting the new unknown feeling, wrestling the natural reaction to keep rocking his hips along Elric’s fingers. The Colonel in response increased the intensity once again, making a weak whimper emerge from Lion’s unwilling mouth.

“Big Guy, Big Guy, focus on me.”

As if it was that easy, Elric himself struggled not to ram himself inside such a perfect cunt. Fuck how easily he could slip in now with how wet it was, it would stand no opposition and welcome his cock in its warmth. He had begun to instinctively hump Lion’s thigh as he failed to control his own arousal. Many men would have seen being the first to claim Lion as a source of honor and pride, Elric found that fetishization as a way to hide lack of skill and insecurity, in fact it filled him with rage knowing that said beauty has been left unworshiped and unfed for so long, not because Lion’s desire to be so but the insecurity he would lose something that would make him less valuable as a partner.

He kept the pace despite Lion’s stubborn pleas, he had stood shooting non stop for days, there is no way he would allow his arm to falter in this battle of will.

“Big Guy please, relax for me, it is not a bad feeling.”

The man’s stomach and leg muscles began to twitch, a familiar sting of nails drawing blood kissed Elric’s back as Lion’s grip possessed him. At least after one broken rib he has learned to measure his lust directed strength.

Forest green eyes met warp cursed purple in a plea for release, the pale face was flustered, aroused red lips parted into a moan that was a bit higher and nasal than the normal deep commanding voice. Vulnerable and exposed as that quivering pussy spread like a flower ready for his picking.

“Soldier… I am going to… but I am peeing.” whimpered Lion in a weak attempt to look like he was still under control.

“It is not pee, relax and let it happen.” He answered in a soothing tone almost being swallowed by the intense lewd rhythm of fingers ravaging a cunt lost in lascivious desire. “When you feel it coming, I need you to push a bit, not too hard, just as if you know, were going to pee. Trust me.”

A sober Lion would have found twenty mistakes in that argument already, but this wasn’t him, the stern giant was downed and unshielded. Elric took pride, as any cadian shock trooper would, in his job at taking down beings that dwarfed him in size. His people’s blood had been tempered by generations by the Eye of Terror, nothing no matter its size could break him, it would be brought to surrender. Be it fuck up the daemon prince or fuck a stubborn primarch, they will break before he does or die trying.

The force of spasms became stronger, remaining firm on top of Lion was similar to riding an untamed wild beast.

“Remember what I told you, okay? Now Big Guy cum for me, your brave Soldier is back home between your legs, give him the hero's welcome only you can.”

The struggle finally broke, the giant’s body surrendered to one single purpose: the pressing sensation between its legs. Desperately grinding on and driving Elric’s fingers deeper, harder. The orgasm came with a long shaky moan followed by a stream of liquid running between the colonel’s fingers. He pressed on no matter how hard Lion buckled and twisted, calling for the rain two more times before the primarch yanked his hand away.

His Big Man howled and panted, rolling to the side to wrap his body around Elric’s like a child in fetal position. Face nuzzled on his neck as a soft wimpey purr accompanied every exhalation.

“You should have told me the fuck you were going to do.”

“Complaining? This fast? And I thought I had done a good job.” he teased before capturing the man’s lips with his, that mouth still tasted like Elric’s own cock and cum from earlier, in exchange Lion could enjoy the flavor of his very slick on his. “Big Guy, it’s been so long…”

“I missed this too.” Lion kissed him again in the lead of lifting Elric up with ease and setting him up on a sitting position, back resting on the nearby tree. “And this even more.” He continued getting over Habermas’ lap, legs supportorting on both sides, controlling the weight so he is not crushed.

What a beautiful sight, being almost killed by orcs was worth every second if it meant getting back to this. Johnson rubbed his drenched sex against Elric’s aching shaft; he wished he had bigger hands so he could squeeze more of Lion’s ass in them. Even at the outside he could feel the cunt still twitching in post orgasm spasms, he needed to be inside before he’s driven insane. His thoughts seemed to have been read as the tip of his dick parted the entrance open.

“No, Lion El’, wait…” it took so much of him not to stretch that hole open in one thrust. Elric tried to move and get a hold of his casted away pants. “The cond…”

“No.” Lion’s tone was stern, demanding, and in its depth a masked desperation. “I want… “ he paused, ever so proud to admit what he truly ached for. “I need you raw.” The desperation bled more through the facade.

“Alright, just be ready so I can pull out in time you wouldn’t want to…”

“I WANT TO!” His words were more of a plea than an order, that tone hurted Lion’s pride to use “Elric, my Soldier…”

Gently, he brushed Lion’s pale gold hair strands away from his face and behind and ear. Having a full view of his shameful expression. The primarch responded with the same gentleness when he took hold of both of Elric’s hands and placed the palms over his lower belly.

“Lion, my Big Guy.” This face was new, sex always made the cold and calculating Lion a bit dumb, but the new development was very entertaining.

“It has lurked on the edges of my mind for a while, distant and passing quickly… ah…” Lion was getting back to the composed leader tone, nothing the painfully slow caress over his clit wouldn’t fix.

“You were saying?” In contrast to the Lion, Elric’s tone wasn’t hiding his intentions.

“These six months… mhmm…” a deep moan right from his center intruded him mid sentence. “It has moved to the front, Elric… ah…” his body arched at the constant touch and the rubbing of the wanted dick across his cunt. “No matter what I shove in me… shit… you damned clown, you get what I want, do it or I will… ah…” he barked with his usual temper before surrendering back to the feeling.

“I’m sorry my Lord Lion, your orders are too vague, I need specifics.” He tilted his head to the side and pushed the hair away so Lion could see him clearly lower the hearing implant’s sensitivity. “And I think you pulled me a bit too hard, you’ll have to say it louder, shit’s failing again.”

Lion closed his eyes and sucked his lips followed by a heavy swallow. Large pale hands followed the contours of his chest upwards, then cradling Elric’s face, it fit just right in one of them. Lion El’Johnson was found mute helpless, biting his lower lips while teary eyed.

“Tell me what you want and it's yours. I live to serve you, Big Guy.” There was no sarcastic flavor to the words, it was loving and understanding, maybe he had pushed too hard knowing how bad Lion is with vulnerable feelings.

With the care someone picks up a glass piece, Lion turned the implant’s sensitivity back up, his gaze lingering on Elric’s eyes.

“My sons already call you father, I want to make you one proper.” Elric felt how Jonson pressed his hips harder. “You’ve made love to me, you’ve fucked me… I need you to breed me.”

“Lion” They’ve had this discussion briefly before, the responsibilities of their lives, the constant danger… they had decided not to take the risk. And yet Lion El’s plea triggered something in him. “Are you sure we are in the right state of mind for this discu… Ah… throne…”

The primarch’s hips became more pressing on their demand, their rock abandoning the gentleness they had been keeping.

“You don’t get it, I’ve finger fucked myself to tears of frustration these last months…” his voice was fully broken and meek, almost a whisper “every cell of my body is screaming, I cannot discuss in another state of mind because I am unable to get out of this one until you pump my womb…”

Elric was right, that sweet sweet cunt presented no opposition to him. It welcomed him between its silken walls with such ease, even the thickest part of his cock that used to be a bit of a problem got in during that same thrust. Emperor, why did you make your son’s pussy so divine? Lion was also over the moon at his first taste of raw dick. He didn't remember him riding with such delight and intention, Elric smirked as he considered that the great strategist had planned and practiced for the moment he could drain him dry.

“Soldier… my soldier…” Lion’s body didn’t lie to him, he’s been wanting this for so long that now he has it, there is nothing more than a pure display of euphoria “I love you soldier… please breed me… look how much your cock loves me it stretches me so good… ah… this is meant to be.”

Those were the moans he missed so badly. Lion was designed to hyperfocus on one single task, leaving everything else at secondary or just shut off. And when the task was ‘cock’ the results were as witnessed.

“Lion El’Johnson saying please and being cute.” He teased “If I would have known all I needed to do to make you be nice is shove my raw dick in you I would have done it so long ago.” Lion gripped the tree behind Elric, helping himself with balance and to pivot to make the thrusts even deeper. “If I had done so from the start we could already have a little soldier of our own, he would have been almost two if I’m not wrong.”

His own hips were getting numb out of Lion’s weight but stopping left the vocabulary the second he rammed himself all in, his man mewling like a cat in heat with every push against his cervix.

“Do it now, please, whenever you want to force it into my hole, raw cock, please… ah… everyday… please don’t pull out until you put a child in me… or two…”

Elric had joined the careless whimpering and grunting, sex is supposed to be careless, messy, to turn you so dumb you only knew the person you were with was the best thing in the world.

“You’ll get so big.” He said, pressing on Lion’s sweaty stomach. “Swollen full cum and later children.”

Lion squeezed hard around him followed by a quick trembling and groans, his lower body felt even wetter as a result of the bigger man making a mess all over him, pooling slick juices over cinnamon skin. Elric managed to fist the demigod’s blond hair making his eyes roll back lost in cock drunk bliss.

“Big Guy your cunt’s so good… ah… I’m making you pregnant today… and the day after… no more fucking only breeding for you.”

The drooling mess on top of him had lost the ability of speech relegated to a series of simple words. The air rised hot with the bare stench of fucking, the relief he had been containing for so long arrived in a delicious wave of pleasure. Every single muscle ached at the titanic effort of holding that giant mess of a man in place so he could properly fill him up, one deep trust after the other he was taken over by the unparalleled bliss of releasing himself inside his lover’s warmth.

Elric howled and kicked as Lion kept riding him with renewed vigor after his climax, he was so tender and sensitive after cumming yet his man’s focus was lost to the one and only purpose of draining the cadian dry. He spotted a malicious grin on the Lion’s drooling mouth, the ever petty primarch was claiming vengeance for earlier. The human couldn’t tell how many times he came or if it even stopped to be sure, once his whimpering and gasping stopped he found himself lying beside Lion, a gentle breeze making loose leaves fall over them.

Elric fully silenced his implant and leaned into him, intertwining their bodies like the tired man does with a warm bed full of blankets, wanting nothing else to distract him from each other’s unaltered twitches and breaths. The drumming of Lion’s hearts, his breath on his face, the smell of their previous arousal, the map of textures in their skins; hairy patches meeting flesh with barely a bit of fuzz, old scars sharing their stories with new ones, firm muscle pressing against fatty pouches.

“Are you really sure about this?” Elric said, breaking the silence, his glance upwards to read Lion’s lips. “We can still talk to the apothecary for a morning after brew.”

‘It looks like you are the one who’s not sure’ Jonson’s lips spelled.

“We were dragged apart for six months, it has never been this long, but it can get longer.” He started to rub his man’s stomach tenderly. “I want to be in my children’s lives, Lion, not leave you to the work like some deadbeat.”

‘The fact you are worried about that makes you no deadbeat. Maybe they’ll just learn earlier to skin a pelt than to assemble and disassemble a rifle, but they would never doubt you love them, like I never doubt you do to me.’

Elric buried his face on Lion’s chest and chuckled, hiding a slight fluster. The vibration on it made him aware he was speaking again.

‘You’ll be a good father.’ He didn’t need to perceive the tone to understand the firm belief the speaker had in his words.

“Big Guy, I’m a guardsman, my job is to die. How good of a father is a corpse?”

Lion pulled him into a lazy yet loving kiss.

‘Trust me on this soldier, can you do that?’

Trust is a word that took them both to be able to use on each other, even had times in which it almost fell to pieces. Elric looked down at one of Lion’s hands that was resting on his leg, a crude polished metal ring on it, Looked more like someone snagged and shaped a piece of scrap from a wreckage than proper jewelry quality metal. He placed one of his hands over it, an identical ring on one of his fingers. Trust.

“Just this time, don’t make it a habit.”

They smiled at each other, knowing full well the extent and dangers of their responsibilities. He has lived his life for duty and will end it for it, Elric thought about maybe he could allow himself a bit of selfishness.

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mimikittysblog · 3 hours ago

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♡18:53♡

Pairing: Poly! Ateez x Fem! Reader

Genre: Fluff, suggestive towards the end

Warnings: MxM, pet names, uh reader teases them at the end so ⚠️MNDI⚠️, this one I did not proofread. That’s it I think :/

A/N: Surpriiiseee! I really made this on a whim. The inspiration came out of nowhere and I just had to write it. This is much shorter than the previous one but I do hope you guys like this too hehe! Also this is VERY MUCH a self insert lol 😭 and lastly I know jackshit about league so if I get anything wrong sorry 🙏

Tagging: @faeprincess777 @starygw3n @bee-gremlin @pinkpearlstar @sweetinsaniiity (if you wanna be tagged in my next poly ateez story, texts or not then please let me know!)

.✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ✧.

Being the only girl in this big relationship had its downsides and its perks. One of the downsides is that sometimes there are just things that the boys like that unfortunately you’re just not interested in.

One of them being gaming.

Quite cliche but it’s true.

Now it’s not like you never play any video games with the boys. You’ve guys play some Among Us, Gmod, Dead by Daylight and countless Nintendo games like Smash Bros, Mario Party and Mario Kart just to name some.

Though you don’t play Mario Party that often as you and Wooyoung always end up strangling each other by the end of it, and not the good kind.

Besides that, the list of games you and your amazing boyfriends play doesn’t even end there.

However there will be some games you just don’t care for.

One of them being League of Legends.

Just couldn’t get into it, so you just let that be their thing.

Tonight after a long week of work. The boys thought it’d be fun to treat themselves by renting a room at a nice nearby PC Bang.

Now most times you’d sit this one out and just have some alone time at home. However to their surprise you decided to join.

“I just wanna be around you guys! Your presence is enough. Plus watching you guys play is still fun, even if I don’t join!” You reasoned.

“Hmmm alright.. though if you want our attention or wanna do something else just say so!” Seonghwa said.

“Or just sit in one of our laps princess.” Mingi said teasingly.

Now usually when they are having nights like this, after a while you would eventually take up on Mingi’s offer and sit in one of their laps.

However you decided to entertain yourself another way.

After seeing some girlfriends on TikTok do this with their boyfriends while they’re gaming or watching a sports game. You decided to follow in their footsteps.

So here you are sitting in one of the comfy gaming chairs near Yeosang and Mingi, ipad on your lap with the notes app opened with a grid filled with prompts and the words “BINGO” at the top.

Yes! You decided to play Boyfriend Bingo tonight!

Throughout the night you’ve been crossing off things whenever the boys did something you predicted.

Oh! Yunho’s team won! Thats a check.

“…Guys seriously do you even know how to play?! Come on get it together! San cover me! Oh what seriously??? Guys I’m dying here!…”

Wooyoung yapping for a straight minute. Check.

“…….Yes!”

Yeosang staying silent until the end of the round. Another check.

Huh I’m good at this.

“Sweetheart you sure you’re not bored??”

“I’m sure Hwa.” You say with a suspiciously big smile.

“..okay..”

Seonghwa checking up on me. And a check!

Though somethings you had to wait a bit longer for. But you were sure you’d get them eventually. Hopefully you’d get at least 3 bingos by the end of the night.

However looking at your grid and how you have 2 bingos already, you’re positive you can cross out this entire grid.

.✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ✧.

After a good hour you finally got Jongho becoming whiney.

Adorable. And also a check!

“Ah! …Woah!! ..Boom!!!! …Ugh!”

San only making noises for the first 5 minutes. Cheeeeck!

Oh and San suddenly grabbing someone else’s thigh? Jealous. But check!

Hmm I need to fill out this box. You thought to yourself.

“Joooongiieee? When is the food coming?” You suddenly asked.

“Huh?? Oh uh.. any minute now baby!” He replied.

“Oh darling you’re hungry?” Yeosang asked.

“Mhm! Its okay I can wait a bit- oh here it is!” You said about to get up and get the food from the worker.

“No no I got it!!” Hongjoong said as he quickly left his desk.

“WAIT NO HYUNG WE NEED YOU!” Jongho yelled.

“Just a sec!”

Subtly you checked the Hongjoong getting up in the middle of the round box. Before taking your food from him.

“Thank you my love!” You said as you kissed his cheek.

“Of course princess. You sure you’re not bored?” He asked.

“Noooope!”

“Okay the-“

“HYUNG HURRY UP WE’RE LOSING!!”

“The more you yell Jung Wooyoung the more I rather sit here with princess!” He said before going back to his seat.

Ah damn I should’ve put in ‘Wooyoung yelling when he’s losing.’ Oh wait I did! Checkity check check.

You happily continue playing as you eat your yummy food.

Also since you’re a good girlfriend, you go around giving the boys a taste of your food. Just cause you know they’re curious.

Still accepting my food while playing. Check!

.✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ✧.

Finally they decided to play one more round and you only need one more box!!

You’re confident you’re gonna get it though. Cause you know them that well.

And soon enough half of the room at the end of the match screams out in victory while the other half whines and groans in loss.

Aaaaannndd…

“Aaaww Mingles is all pouty cause he lost!” Yunho said in fake sympathy.

“Hmph.”

“Come here Mingi is okay! You’ll win next time! MMMMUAAHH!”

“BINGO!!”

Suddenly they all whip their heads to look at you.

“Bingo?” Jongho asked with a tilt of his head.

“You’ve just been playing Bingo this whole time???” San asked as well.

“Yup! Boyfriend bingo!” You said with a big smile and flipped your ipad around.

“Boyfriend bingo?” Seonghwa asked.

Yeosang then took the ipad.

“HAHA Wooyoung yapping for a straight minute!”

“WHAT?! I DID NOT?”

“I timed it.”

Wooyoung then snatched the ipad.

“Hongjoong constantly going ‘Huh?’! HAHA BABE OMG” Wooyoung then the other started laughing the more they read out your grid.

“DID I REALLY??”

“Yes love you did.” Seonghwa said with a laugh.

“Oh my, you know us scarily well love.” Yunho said.

“I’m your girlfriend!!! I’m supposed to!”

“You really are the cutest thing we could’ve ever asked for!” Yeosang said as he walked over and gave you a kiss.

“What was the last thing you crossed off baby?” Mingi asked.

“Oh! It was you getting a kiss after you lost!”

“YOU KNEW I’D LOSE??? Hmph!! Wooyoung you shouldn’t have kissed me! She would’ve lost!” He whined with a bigger pout.

“…well.. i mean.. statistically speaking you couldn’t ALWAYS win…”

Mingi then turned around in another huff.

“Princessaaaaa!!! I’m sorryyy!! Heheheh” you said as you got up, ran to him and hugged him from behind.

“Will a kiss make it better?” You asked.

“..maybe.”

“He just wants kisses!” Jongho yelled.

“EVERYONE GIVE MINGLES KISSESSS!” Wooyoung then yelled.

With that everyone quickly gathered around Mingi to give him a fat smooch. As he pretended to groan in protest.

And with that you guys all cleaned up and headed home.

.✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ✧.

“We should all play girlfriend Bingo next time!” San said as you guys made it back home.

“Ohohooo you think you can beat me? Think you know me so well Sannie??” You said teasingly.

“Oh princess we do know you so well.” Yunho chirped in.

“We’re your boyfriends! We’re supposed to!” Yeosang said mirroring your words.

“Hmmmm! Okay then! Go and each of you make your own grid! Whoever this week can get a full grid like me will get a prize!” you announced as you skipped to the bathroom to freshen up.

“A prize you say?” Hongjoong asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Hmmm whoever wins gets to see me in my newest lingerie first~”

With that you took off your shirt and bra and threw it at them as you lock the bathroom door.

Groans, whines and banging at the bathroom door can be heard as you simply turned up your music.

Let’s see who knows me best!

.✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ✧.

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adorationmajestic · 2 days ago

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A Distorted Portrait of Gerry Keay

I know y'all don't know me for my The Magnus Archives content, but there's exactly one work on my old account that I'm proud of. I just switched it over to "co-author" between my old and new accounts to make it easier for you to find.

Rating: Teen And Up Archive Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationship: Gerard Keay/Michael Shelley, Gerard Keay/Michael | The Distortion Characters: Gerard Keay, Michael Shelley, Michael | The Distortion (The Magnus Archives) Additional tags: Gerard Keay Needs a Hug, It/Its Pronouns For Michael | The Distortion (The Magnus Archives), Mentioned Gertrude Robinson, Mary Keay's A+ Parenting, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Suicidal Ideation, If You Squint - Freeform, gerard keay is not a book yet, Leitner Books (The Magnus Archives), Mentioned Jurgen Leitner, Pre-Canon, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Canon-Typical The Spiral Content (The Magnus Archives), Spiral-Typical Nonsense Chapters: 2/2 Completed: yes Words: 7,783

Summary:

I sat on the edge of the motel bed, eyes closed, smoking a cigarette, when the sound of the day started up. That day, it was a high pitched static, the kind an old TV makes when you turn it on. Most days it was some form of static, but occasionally I would be stuck with an arrhythmic popping. Other days I would be stuck hearing what I could only describe as the color yellow. It was about two in the morning when I woke up from a thirty something hour nap and checked my phone to catch up on what I’d missed. Only, I hadn’t missed anything. I had no missed calls, no unread messages, no new emails, and no more leads on the case. And so I took the moment to appeal to my unprofessional side and smoke a cig. In the not-so-silent motel, I wasn’t expecting any peace. When I put out my cigarette, though, everything was quiet. There was no shouting or banging in the walls, no cars on the street outside, and the static was gone. The last part was the single most concerning bit.

Author statement under the cut.

I would like it to be known that I actually hate the rest of the content on that account and cringe when I think about it. But the reason I dislike it is because I did no research on anything and was writing with no goals in mind, hence why I burned out and abandoned my works in progress.

But I adore this piece specifically. It is the sole highlight of the account and I think about it often. If you read my current works, you'll see some resemblance in prose but I think you'll find that this one is less tame than you are used to. I purposefully pushed against the boundary of being classified as "purple" prose, just to test my limits. Just to see if I could.

The fandom and the characters were uniquely suited to this challenge. I do fully recommend giving it a read, with the caveat that it is undertagged in comparison to my common practice of overtagging. I get kinda weird and emotionally nasty in places. This is not suited for all audiences. Let that be your warning.

#original post #the magnus archives #tma #the magnus archives fanfic #tma fanfic #the magnus archives fanfiction #tma fanfiction #gerard keay #gerry keay #michael shelley #michael distortion #tma the spiral #tma the distortion #gerrymichael #gerrymichael fanfic #gerrymichael fanfiction

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anastacialy · 8 months ago

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tracked down this clip just because of this post! have jokes from skizz and scar

#i spent way longer than id like to admit doing these captions. autocaptions was completely busted so i did em manually #please let me know if i missed / should change anything!#i am a person who needs captions trying to make captions for others lmfao. are the colors ok? too subtle? i wanted them legible still but #anyways sdkjhg here have this #txtly described #(bc i made the captions)#though i will probably also add a video descrip later just. not rn sorry guys #also blease if you can find the post LINK ME i have been searching the tag for ages #hermitcraft #skizzleman #goodtimeswithscar #grian #edit: thank you to the person who linked the post!! :D #second edit: yall ive been trying to swap the video out for the corrected one and it wont swap help

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gods-perfect-idiots · 22 days ago

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something something blood-soaked hands cradling your face something something

anyway here's the post btw

#what if post dp3 logan struggles to emotionally accept that wade Will Actually For Real Survive Anything #and one time they are fighting some random baddies #and they somehow get in a few shots straight to wade's cranium and he drops like a bag of slutty slutty potatoes #and logan goes full berserker trying to get to him #like he just massacres everyone in his way and wade still isnt getting up ohnoohnoohnonotagainohno #(healing factor or no a few direct shots to the brain stem/t box take a bit to recover from)#(no more than five minutes but it's an eternity to logan)#and his heart sinks to the very core of the earth as he kneels down next to wade's body #and his hands are shaking and soaked in blood and he can't seem to sheathe his claws in his dazed adrenalined state #he tries to peel back wade's mask and fear is just *pounding* through his system because in that moment #all he can see are the xmen dead in massive pools of blood #and that feeling of unreality is rushing over him like thiscantbehappeningthiscantbehappeningnotagainohgodnotagain #wade's still and unresponsive and there is so Much BLOOD (hard to tell how much is Wade's and how much is just on his hands)#and logan doesn't even realize he's crying until suddenly wade's eyes light up like a computer restarting #and he's smiling and gasping and joking immediately #“well howdy there hot stuff what did I miss?”#and then he clocks that logan is Not Okay #“... well gee willikers golly goddamn peanut 'twas only a flesh wound! no need to go all waterworks over lil ol me”#“you know it would take a helluva lot more than that to make me shuffle off this here mortal coil!”#“see all better I'm hunky dory peachy keen right as fucking rain”#“I mean cmon I can't have been out for more than five minutes so let's just go back to you being exasperated with my bullshit antics okay??#“...okay sugarboobs? snookums? babycakes?.... Logan?”#and they just sit there on the floor holding each other for a while #wade babbling and logan crying about everything he's lost and wondering distantly how he has come to care so much #about this blithering jokester in like barely a week #that the thought of losing him brought him crashing back to the worst memory of his extremely rough life #anyway that's enough tag mini fic lolol I'm having feelings about my own drawing I guess 😵#poolverine #deadpool and wolverine #poolverine art

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statementlou · 4 months ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/louisupdates/754934426217152513/goodbye-faith-in-the-future-world-tour-272024?source=share

did he or did he not lose fans then?

I will answer this because this anon actually brings a concrete question to the table rather than just "hurhur but you're a larrie??" (tell me you can't actually refute any of our points…). Anyway this post shows the decrease in Louis instagram followers between the screenshots taken directly after the release of Faith in the Future in Nov '22, when he changed his bio to promote that album and the tour tickets, and now, when he changed it again to mention the current release. But I'm putting that response under a cut because I'm tired of the actual POINT of all this nonsense getting lost in a sea of made up things people insist are important:

There is no rational argument you can make to say that Louis has less fans now than he did 2, 4, or 6 years ago. You don't need a spreadsheet of details you need to USE YOUR EYES! He has gone from filling theaters to filling arenas and stadiums. His second album made a higher chart position than his first album. His festival has doubled in size EVERY year of its existence. And for that matter: his insta post engagement numbers remain about the same (despite the fact that older posts should have way MORE likes due to having been there longer, even aside from follower counts.) SO WHO FUCKING CARES ABOUT HIS INSTA FOLLOWER NUMBER???? Serious question: what does the word "fans" mean if these things aren't what matters? ALL of this quibbling about what he should do to make things better and people can't even see that THINGS AREN'T BAD.

Anyway to address the specific question- (con't......)

NO- HE DID NOT LOSE FANS. HE LOST SOME INSTA FOLLOWERS. THESE ARE NOT THE SAME THING. As I said above, literally what does it mean to lose fans if that number change coincides with him having higher sales, more audience members, and higher engagement than ever before? Whatever he lost ISN'T FANS. I wouldn't be surprised if a significant factor was something like a bot purge, but also yes: I'm sure a lot of casuals followed him around the time of his big album release and later unfollowed him. That's extremely normal because that's how casual engagement works, and why the definition of fan really matters. Louis and his team understand this and have referenced it repeatedly, talking about how lucky he is to have *us* specifically, to have the kind of dedicated fanbase he has, to have the KIND of fans he does who will allow him to do what HE wants. @dogsliampaynedoesntinstagram named the issue of depth vs breadth with regard to fans a long time ago, and pointed out why having DEPTH is so much more important. It's like this- artists who are on top 40 radio have more numbers on things like insta follows, and for a time on sales and tickets. But those aren't FANS- they're people with a casual interest. And as soon as that person isn't being forced in their ears 10x a day, those people lose interest and stop supporting them, stop buying stuff and unfollow, and those artists end up doing the 'opener on the jingle ball' circuit rather than their own tours. One Direction as a whole, and Louis maybe most of all or near to at this point, have something MUCH MORE VALUABLE than that- DEPTH FANS. Louis has fans who will support him even if he takes years to release music, or stops parading around with a pretend girlfriend to stay in the headlines at least once a month, or completely changes his image and genre, and that is UNHEARD OF. It's ASTONISHING and worth SO MUCH MORE. And they get that! THAT is why he always bragging about us, why industry people he works with are always so agog about us, why he will do anything for US- not for randos. He is also growing his breadth- and it's OBVIOUSLY WORKING whatever his follower counts are, but that is always going to be secondary to doing things for THE FANDOM because that is his sustainable business model. That is what keeps him onstage and reaching number one. And not coincidentally, the things they do are also working to grow that- much more valuable- commodity. So the fact that that's exactly what these chuckleheads complain about- that he does things that are just fandom facing or serving rather than everything being aimed at recruiting casual fans- does nothing but betray how completely they, unlike Louis and his team, misunderstand the actual drivers of his (actual, existing, happening) success. Luckily for Louis, he and his team rely on their own data harvesting (they do a LOT of it) and growth metrics (they're off the charts) rather than the smug assumptions of random (mostly quite new to this) fans and the few bitter people leading the complaining about everything Louis does.

#louis promo #all this nonsense about this tag or that tag or this or that number is so getting lost in the trees #when the forest is RIGHT HERE: WHAT THEY ARE DOING IS WORKING #so for now #I'm pretty done with this discussion unless someone actually engages meaningfully with the content of anything I'm saying #rather than just repeating the same things- but he needs to tag more! or the even more boring-#but you're a larry! if you send me a bitchy response that doesnt actually address any points I've made #I will assume it is because I'm right and you have no rebuttal other than to act like a preschooler because deep down you know it #honestly the discourse around this makes me feel a little sad and scared about the state of literacy and reading comprehension #and just general analytical thinking #but I hope its just that no one over 15 spends their time sending hate anons about fandom #if I'm wrong please come engage in actual conversation! but otherwise... let's just... not #blah blah blah #anyway there's a reason Louis is always so afraid no one will be there for him and that he started out solo era playing those radio fests..#because we are IMPROBABLE we are UNBELIEVABLE we are NOT SOMETHING YOU CAN EXPECT OR COUNT ON #and making nurturing and maintaining that his number one priority ALWAYS is extremely correct and smart #actually #I was originally going to be like here are when there were bot purges here are other artists that have seen numbers go down etc #but then I was like WAIT WHO CARES. You're letting these people dictate the conversation... but the premise is stupid #it DOESNT MATTER #depth v breadth

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