#ah fuck i don't think she has a last name i should fix that

[fallen-chances]

ITS INCREDIBLE THEY TURNED OUT SO GOOOD!!!

Commission for @fallen-chances of ocs Yona and Lagos! Thanks for the commission!! <3 <3

[eddiernunson]

I Can Do it With a Broken Heart | Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader | 18+ | PREVIEW

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Summary: You and Eddie have both had crap luck on dates lately, nothing that can't be fixed with a strawberry milkshake. However, he gets asked out on a date and it goes well...until it turns your life on its head and he forgets how to pick up the phone. You don't even care that he's dating someone else you just want your best friend back.

Warnings: idiots in love, best friends to lovers, ANGST, brief EddiexChrissy, ooc Chrissy, attempted SA, bestfriend!Steve, and needy, desperate smut that makes it all worth it.

Excerpt here:

The puff of smoke that leaves his lips as you approach him should not be this gorgeous, it’s practically unfair. “Hey, Eds.” 

He dusts the filter, killing it on the cement table he sits at as he blows out one more puff. “Hey, sweetheart.” 

Just from that particular look in his eye, you can tell something is on his mind. “You okay, there, Munson?” 

He smirks, effortlessly standing up. “I suppose. I’m not sure how to react. Or how you’ll react.” 

Your brows meet your hairline, watching his mind move at a million miles per hour. “Ok, Eddie this better be about a new class of creatures in DnD, or something, because you’re scaring me.”

He smiles, nodding his head over to the halls that lead toward the front door of the campus. “Someone asked me out on a date, earlier, today.” 

Your brows furrow, biting back the jealousy that eats at your chest. Every little part of you holds back the monster that threatens to class its way out, to snarl and hiss at every girl that even so much as looks at him wrong. It’s hard to bite it back, to choke on it purposely, but if you must, you will. 

It tastes like venom as you swallow it back down. “Oh, who?”

A faint pink spreads across Eddie’s cheeks, much to your dismay. Not once, in your fuck, what, seven, eight years, of friendship have you ever managed to see Eddie blush. (Just once but it was when you nearly walked in on him jerking himself off a few short years ago.) “Who?” 

“Um Chrissy. Chrissy Cunningham?” 

Your jaw drops, but your gut falls through the floor. You swear you hear it smash through the tilted floors and fall into the depths of hell. 

“She asked you out?” 

“Hey! Don’t act so surprised! A cheerleader could like me!” 

That was the last thing on your mind. Of course a cheerleader could like Eddie, they’d be stupid not to. No. Every other girl that Eddie has either slept with, or gone on a date with brought no worry to your head, competition, per say. But a sweet girl like Chrissy, one that bore pretty blonde curls, a sweet smile and a sweet disposition, this is like your worst nightmare come true. 

Thanks to the notion of living in a small town, you could recall 99% of the names that Eddie had told you, whether they be hookups or a date. Most of them didn’t intimidate you, only because, selfishly, you could nitpick at things you think wouldn’t work out with Eddie. Whether they were too vapid, too shallow, had none of the same interests as him, only shallowly liked him for his looks, or was a bully…you had something to give great comfort to you to prevent that little jealousy monster from clawing its way out. 

This time, your brain wracked itself for some sort of answer. Some sort of flaw in the Queen of Hawkins High that could settle this uneasiness that has taken over your mind. Nothing. Nothing. 

“I’m not surprised a cheerleader could like you, I’m surprised that Chrissy Cunningham asked you out,” you answer candidly, watching in step with him to where you supposed was his van. “I’m guessing you said yes?”

“I’d be crazy not to!” Eddie answered sheepishly, tugging at the sleeves of his leather jacket. “I’m taking her out on Friday night.” 

“Ah, you’ll tell Steve to take Creeper off hold for us, then?”

Eddie stops mid stride, faltering, his brows pinched as he gives you those big brown eyes. “Shit. It totally slipped my mind.” 

This is also new. Even as his dates would happen any previously made plans with him were always a priority. You just hope this isn’t a new habit of his. 

“We’ll do it on Saturday, yeah?” 

You nod, giving him the comfort you suddenly find yourself craving. From the pep in his step, the rosiness of his cheeks, the warm glint in his eyes, you can tell that he’s truly excited. As a best friend, you tried to be happy for him, however hard it is to make the smile on your face even remotely convincing. 

Eddie curls his arm around your shoulder, tugging you along with him for what is probably another afternoon in his room, clouded by a haze of weed. 

You smoked more than usual, if anything to allow his excitement and plans for his big date in two days to buzz into the background, the bong rippling through your lungs as a punishment for yourself. 

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Final word count is about 24k so I think I'll post on the 15 to give my editor a fighting chance. If you want to be tagged let me know <3

[twilightofthe]

gonna put my random liveblog reactions for Ahsoka Ep 1 here

okay so the rebels fam are literally some of my favorite star wars characters i've loved and missed them since 2018 and if anything this show will give me them

i am going with zero expectations except a plea, a plea to just not make me hate it lmao idc what happens just let me have fun

just press the start button coward ass come ON

okay i'm startiiiing Now!

oooh they didn't name it interesting

kk cool drums that's neat we like that

whoa was that sabine's helmet in the intro????

OPENING TITLE SCROLL?????

WE REALLY LIKE THAT????????

y'all the new republic's about as stable as a human jenga tower don't u have anything better to do than find thrawn i'm p sure even the imperials didn't like him THAT much they were xenophobes

former jedi knight? HMMMM

why is it always a secret map

also appreciating the OG "let's open up on big ass ship in space" makes you feel small

ok have i heard this new republic(?) captain actor before he seems familiar

bitch literally anyone could have an old jedi clearance code clearance codes were passed around like

yeah he doesn't trust it either

but i feel like he's actually dickish and we're not supposed to like him so

ah yes rebel soldiers and their stupid-ass egg helmets

wait old white bearded guy you ain't obi wan you AIN'T a jedi

his voice sounds familiar too

i have such face blindness lmao

oh whoops that's a darkside saber his friend has!

she kinda looks like Merrin from JFO

Eh probs some kinda Nightsister of sorts

I'm guessing he's some Inquisitor who got forgotten

Hmm we really paralleling ANH with darkside guy slaughtering all the egghelmet guys on a ship xD

Ok his name is Baylan

And hers is Morgan and the intro crawl mentioned her but my memory is shit so I don't quite remember what she was about except vague Thrawn-related reasons

ooooh name drop!

aaaaaAAAAA RIGHT IN THE EMOTIONS NOOO NO THE AHSOKA AND ANAKIN LEITMOTIFF TWILIGHT OF THE APPRENTICE THEME

ok i'm good lol

ohh wait so there IS a title

master and apprentice

alas it seems like the thing i didn't want is gonna happen but we are staying OPEN MINDED we are going to SEE

ok lots of tall pillars in what looks like another fuckin desert lmao

ey there's Snips

something on the ground? That kinda looks Sith-ish but also I have like no clue

hmm did they kinda fix her montrals or not i can't tell

Ehhhhh slightly

eyyyy wait are those the world-between-worlds lines

the statues kinda look like nightsisters but also like old sith statues

mmm caress the whispering pillar

ok indiana jones time to get your ass out of there before the booby trap

what am i saying she's anakin and obi wan's spawn she LIKES this shit

oh hey she made something happen

i feel like all of these pillars should have been turned at once

the force likes teamwork and that kinda thing

but it also kinda echoes maul and ezra's little teamwork exercise lifting those walls in the sith temple that one time

ope she found something

guessing it's the Magic Maul Map

ooh it's one of those bakugon balls or whatever they were we played with as a kid i had one that turned into a dragon

H U Y A N G

SHOW ME MY ROBOBITCH

armor person hello

what's the mask that's not a mando is it

nah i don't think it is

nah

is it a person in armor or a droid i can't tell

oh subs say droids they're droids

you poor bastards curbstomping droids was her high school internship job she is WAY more qualified than you

wasn't quite expecting ahsoka to play whackamole but good for her that sounds fun

oh hell yeah we stan the droids that self destruct xD

waiiiit yeah i forgot she had a B-wing they're cool!

STILL LOVE ME HUYANG

ahsoka there was NO way you didn't wait till the last moment to jump away from that explosion except to be dramatic

"the order doesn't exist anymore" you shush missy we KNOW you know who luke is he's trying his best

ahsoka lbr do you even know what standard jedi protocol is

Fulcruuuuum

DAMN FUCKING RIGHT HUYANG IS FULCRUM HE DESERVES IT

also he looks so good in live action i forgot to mention that!!!!! <3

"T-6" girl u need to name your SHIP anakin would be APPALLED

well if that's the same ship with the darksiders on at least

h3ERA

HERA

HERA HERA HERA

HERA MY BELOVED

wHERES CHOPPER

WHERES CJASON JACEN WHATEVERTHE FUCK

H E RA

oh right this is mary elizabeth winstead oh boy i hope she does well!

i wonder if ewan was there

aNYWAY HERA

ok unpausing sorry had a Moment

General

Ok so the voices aren't quite matching but we'll see

ooooh hera has a patch on her jacket let's go back to that later

"abilities like you" hera kanan told you what darksiders were like inquisitors tried to kill y'all

she has sabines firebird on her jacket

don't mention thrawn around hera she'll just think of ezra ;_;

oh so morgan was thrawn's

EZRA NAME MENTION

GONNA DIE

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

ok this is nothing on mary's performance she's doing fine but hera's dialogue doesn't quiiiite seem her? we'll see

oh yeah and rosario's doing better this time more natural

IT’S LOTHAL LOTHAL LIVE ACTION LOTHAAAAAAAAL

ITS BEAUTIFUL SO SO BEAUTIFUL

wait who's speaking

THEY SAID EZRA AGAI

THAT'S FUCKING RYDER

RYDER AZADI HELLO YOU WONDERFUL BASTARD YOU LOOK GREAT

Hi Clancy Brown good to see you do you know you have an evil Devaronian twin who's running around bothering Din Djarin as we speak

well at least sabine still hates politics

my dude ryder you know her tf did she say to make you think she was coming at all lol

WAIT JAI

JAI KELL HELLO EZRA'S EX BOYFRIEND

YOU'RE SO HANDSOME MY BOY ALL GROWN UP WONDERFUL

wait ryderrrr c'mon don't be a dick again you were so well

OH HELLO GWEN STACY SPIDERVERSE VIBES

not quiiiiite liking how sabine grew her gay haircut out in this but still digging the bike fit

also hello Natasha good luck pls treat my dear well i love her greatly!!!

hmmm not sure how much i like other non-OG ghost crew giving themselves Spectre callsigns yes i AM being gatekeepy fuck off

good sabine is running from authorities we do love that

hey her voice kinda matches that's great!

oh i'm liking her acting already

i think

SHE HAS A LOTH CAT ON HER HELMET

that's my GIRL

also it's very interesting how the pilots call each other by their spectre callsigns but address sabine--an ORIGINAL spectre--exclusively by name

lothkitty LOTHCAT

LITHCAT WITH THE FOOOOOFYTAIL AND LITTLE SPINDLE LEGS

im gonna DIE

it's so cute i can't even

also getting Emotions(TM) at ezra's old tower

hmm you think sabine has depression

FUCK OFF WITH THAT SABINE SEES EZRA MUSICAL CALLBACK

oh hey hey it's his original message to theeeeem

wait shit yeah it's the new one just to her

ooh it's eman! i can't see his faaaaace expressions but the voice sounds similar? like it seems like he's tryna match taylor's way of speaking good for him

ok yes but ezra is a jedi show pretty please for me don't go there with sabine

ok ok that's enough complaining from me lmao

ACTUALLY NO WAIT ONE MORE *inhales*

i would prefer sabine and ezra to stay platonic friends. no hate to shippers but i just personally would like them to be friends/siblings, that's what would make me happiest because i like to imagine sabine as a lesbian and also their dynamic as friends/siblings just makes me happy

but shippers are of course still welcome here and if they do become a couple i won't begrudge you your fun :')

ok ok ok ok ok NOW i'm done lmao

back to Best Boy sorry bby you were speaking and i interrupted you <3

oh hey hey he did say sister! i'd like that!!!

but also ezra when tf did you have the time to record those both weren't u a bit busy planning the attack on lothal

oh it's darkside goth girl

nice smoky eye

oh wait fuck she's got a PADAWAN BRAID

heyyyyyy i was RIGHT about the temple statues looking like nightsisters!

but wrong about darkside goth girl being one then tho

well masked emo fucker following bryan or whatever his name is is probs an inquisitor

wait wait wait does MORGAN have gold eyes?

ooooooo

oh no wait darkside apprentice has gold eyes again

ugh okay so we ARE getting force sensitive sabine then

alright fine i'll make my peace with it this episode

even though it makes no SENSE

no no pe not going there we are going to have FUN

aaaaa repeating ezra's final dialogue from the rebels finale ;_;

love the mirroring shots to rebels ep 1 RIGHT DOWN TO SABINE WEARING EZRA'S ORANGE

ahsoka and anakin leitmotiff coming back hmmm

oh wait fuck i think ezra drew those lothcats oof ;_;

ok good good we going back to sabine being the rightful art expert in the gffa take second place and DUNK urself thrawn

ok i get they're tryna make them ex master and apprentice but imma say it. imma SAY IT

ahsoka and sabine give awkward exes vibes

BIG awkward exes vibes

m a s t e r

you both know damn well she's gonna take it anyway or at least try who are y'all even kidding urselves

oooh surprise surprise the darksider are former jedi-associated

oh right his name's baylan not bryan

WHY ARE YOU SURPRISED

oh there's goth darkside girl

if anyone hurts sabine's cat i will kill the entire world and then myself

i swEAR TO GOD

WHY DOES THE SHOW KEEP MAKING AHSOKA AND SABINE SEEM LIKE ANGRY EXES LMAOOOO

COME ON

ahsoka ur being emo so hera is allowed to make a dig at anakin

hera you're trying your best girl lmao

it's always rule of three it seems

kinda gives me that mortis trinity vibe

this reminds me of the time i got one of those 3D puzzles from barnes and noble and i was supposed to take it apart and put it back together and failed utterly

ope she did it!

again if someone even TOUCHES that fucking cat wrong i go full john wick

bitch NO SHOOTING NEAR THE CAT

ope they smashed the map

ahsoka my dude i'm guessing you know where sabine lives why didn't u just go find her lmao

wait does sabine have ezra's green lightsaber i can't tell from the hilt because i'm shit at recognizing hilts

i can't even appreciate the duel because i am admittedly pouting but they are both very pretty at least

sabine how r u not getting ur hair chopped off

oh fuck she got stabbed?

maybe shoulda worn ur mando armor

oh and she's still MOVING

oh nope there she goes

oh wait who's Ray? :(

okay

okay okay okay

dave my dude.........

okay so i am going to take some time like a few minutes or so

and process this sabine thing

like if i cannot find a way to come to fucking terms with it i will not be able to enjoy this series

ik ik that sounds dramatic i'm just

hmm ok five minutes

[mothmans-cumrag]

Rewatching The Apple be like

finally! I took a break of about a year but I'm back!

I feel like I'm always saying this but how many people, especially high ranking people does it take for them to go on a mission? because of "strange sensor readings"??

I forgot how hot Bones is, fuck (<- this is also Jim's and Spock's internal monologue whenever they see him, btw)

"Husbandry would be quite efficacious" Spock I had to google that word before I was sure but I think you just proposed

Ah, the garden of Eden was just outside Moscow scene, we've all seen it

So he just used kilometres which I am happy about but before they were talking about the planet having an average of 76° which must mean Fahrenheit. I am confusion

killer flowers over here lol

Scotty fishing for shore leave <3 love him

Pavel using this situation to flirt as if he did't just see a colleague die like two metres in front of him

no matter how often I rewatch it, the explosive rock scene is one of the funniest things ever to me

Spock diving in front of a deadly plant for his boyfriends is the best thing ever to me, sorry not sorry <3<3<3<3<3<3

Oh wow, the transporters don't work, that's something I've never seen before in my life.

Spock calling the hypospray "potion" <3

Jim is so fucking right every time someone jumps in front of someone they could just fucking yell for them to get out of the way. This way it's much more romantic tho so...

These lighting bolts are so... realistic

Three redshirts down, and one of their dads apparently helped Jim get into the academy? But why did the redshirt not get a better job than redshirt if his dad apparently had some sort of influence?

ah, the survivor's guilt mixed with the guilt of being in charge... getting real Hans Kammerlander vibes rn... (google his name and the Manaslu if you don't know what I mean)

"what do you want, Violins?" will now be my answer every time someone comments on my tone of voice

ohhhhh, this was the planet of the Aryans! (not sure if my being German makes it more or less ok for me to say that, but there isn't another word I know for blonde ppl with blue eyes who are conventionally attractive)

Spock just touched this man's chin. With his hand. Is that cheating?

"If you don't get those Warp engine's working you're fired" mate if he doesn't fix them he'll literally die. WHat are you, Hermione?

Baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me no more

"It makes me uncomfortable" bitch I bet, those things look scratchy as fuck

I like how half of them immediately got rid of these flower things <3 literally me

you tell him Spock! Humans literally are the minority!!!

"stawp fighting!!!! They've got the Enterprise!!!!" Jim I hear you but philosophical arguments are literally my only life source

sex. the word you're looking for is sex.

goddamnit they are all so uncomfortable talking about one of the most natural things in the world, idk if I should be amused or sad for them

awwwww, she calls him Pav!!! they are actually pretty cute

i feel gross watching the natives kiss and idk why

how to kill someone 101

oh really Spock. you telling me James Tiddies out Kirk wants to ignore the prime directive? wow. what a shocker. I am shocked.

Bones stepped on the belt of his tricoder when getting up and for some reason this is endearing to me

This is the third time Spock injured himself this episode and yet he is still capable of more sass than any squatch I know (get it? sasquatch. haha.

Damn, Martha can fight! Oh, and the last redshirt has died

awww hell nah, Scotty lost his job :(

awww hell yea, Scotty got his job back :)

They should give them actual sex ed wtf

the bickering at the end is always my favourite thing <3<3<3<3<3<3 10/10 will watch again (and again and again and again)

[matthewsepicwriting]

ANOTHER FUCKING IDENTITY V AU WHAAAAT (identity v x rune factory frontier)

•Lucky•

I groan and my eyes gently flutter open. A young nurse is hovering over me. My eyes shoot open. surprised, I scurry backwards on the bed, my hands clutching the thin, white sheets beneath them. "Oh! Your awake!" The woman exclaims, a bit surprised. I look at my surroundings seeing I'm in a hospital bed, In a small room with a few other empty beds. I quickly look up at the girl again, still trying to process what's happening. "Where...am I...?". The nurse quickly replies "a young lady in this town found you collapsed in front of her house". I blink a few times, then snap back into reality. "O-oh...." I manage to say, fixing my glasses, a bit unsure of how to reply. "What's your name sir?" The young lady asks. My name....? What...what is my name?? "I-I'm...I...umm...I don't know...". "Oh dear..." she looks down at me again and asks, a bit worried "do you remember anything at all??". I look down "no...". The nurse was about to reply, but our conversation was interrupted by a man walking in through the front door. I turn my head towards the door, my eyes met with another man's. He was tall, had pale, white, skin. Slanted eyes and a long, black braid coming from his head resting gently on his back.

•Wu Chang•

I walk into the room to have my eyes met with Lara, the town nurse, and trainee nun. But there was also someone else. A boy in one of the usually empty hospital beds, his green eyes staring into mine. A brunette with glasses and freckles plastered all over his cheeks, a rather scrawny boy. Lara notices Me. "Oh, Wijiu, Here for the cold meds for bi'en I presume?". Ah yes, My dearest friend bi'en is down with a cold unfortunately, I told him he shouldn't stay up and over work himself. I smile softly "yes...but er...who is this?" I glance over at the shy boy. "Oh, this is the guy who collapsed in front of mist's house yesterday. I'm afraid he has amnesia, he can't seem to remember anything." I look away from Lara, who is now occupied searching through the medicine cabinet for the cold meds, and turn my attention to the boy on the bed. I fix my gaze on him and ask "so how bad do you think the amnesia is?". She replies, not bothering to look up from the cabinet she was currently searching through "he says he doesn't remember a single thing, not even his name...when mist brought him here he was bleeding from the back of his head. My guess is that he must have hit his head somehow and that probably is the cause for his memory loss." I reply, still looking down at the boy who is shyly looking back up at me "I see, so where will he stay?". "At the inn I assume, that is if he has any money in that bag I found with him".

•Lucky•

After I hear that sentence I look over and see a leather satchel near the bed, and pick it up to dig inside of it, desperately trying to find some money, any money. At last I feel a few round shaped, metal-like textured items in the bag and pull out a small handful of coins. "Oh, thank goodness..." I sigh. I see the nurse study the coins in my hands with her brows knitted into a slight frown. "Hmmm, not much...looks like it should only last you a week. And not counting paying for food!". I sigh, a bit worried. "W-well can't I just sleep outside?". The nurse Shakes her head "it would be dangerous for you to sleep outside, especially being unarmed". I tilt my head "why??". "It's not safe with the monsters that wander around at night". Monsters?!?! I shoot a surprised look "wait, monsters are near this town?!". "Yes, and they can be quite dangerous" the nurse says as she hands wijiu the meds. I sigh, a bit anxious. What will I do...?

•Wu Chang•

Looking at the boy in panic, my heart can't help but melt with sadness for him. Bi'en won't be happy, but he'll be fine. I give into it, which is rare for me, but I look at nurse Lara and then back at the boy and say "listen, if you use the money to cover your medical bills, then I will let you work for me. And in return I offer shelter, and you can use the extra money for food". With that said, I can see the boys expression visibility light up. He looks up at me "really???". He looks so relieved, I can't possibly turn him down now. "Yes, we'll discuss your work once I get you settled in my home, we have a guest room. So you can stay there" I say, trying not to show much expression.

Hahahahahha I'm not finishing this

[sinswithpleasure]

The Future (ft. TWICE's Nayeon)

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For Nayeon's birthday!

Unedited, as per most of the quickies are.

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Black. White.

Pain.

"Are we done yet, honey?" The Catwoman swings her whip, the crack sharp against your ears. Your lack of a response makes her laugh. The laugh you once loved.

You struggle to get off the ground, and in an instant, your wrists are cuffed to the ground. Nayeon has a gun in her hands, firing two more cuffs to ensure that all your limbs are restrained.

"It's good to see you, honey. We've drifted apart, you and I, and I want to have that fixed immediately."

"Let me go, Nayeon!"

"I don't remember you saying that the last time you were tied up like that. How times have changed."

"You weren't the callous bitch back then."

"Name calling? You can do better than that." Nayeon stands over your body, still resisting against the cuffs. She smiles at your futile resistance. "I remember you being so good at tying me up back then. Now you're the one tied. Feels good, doesn't it?"

"Let me go!"

"No, I don't think I will. Not when you look so good—bruised, bloodied, tied up just for me."

"When I get my hands on you—"

"You will do nothing. I'm gonna leave you here, honey. In fact, while you're here, I need some help."

"I'm not gonna help you, bitch."

"Of course you'd say that. I would too, after having the shit beaten out of me. How the mighty have fallen, huh? You used to teach me all the combat maneuvers, and now you're soundly beaten by me. Ah, times have changed." Nayeon smiles, tapping her foot. "Anyways, yes. I need some help, and you can't do anything about it anyway."

"Fuck you."

Nayeon only smiles, letting the whip fall to the ground with a clatter. She undoes her belt, pulling it off her dress. Her zipper at the neckline is next, before Nayeon pulls it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground. She exposes herself fully to you, a lack of underwear existing under her clothing.

"That's right."

Nayeon's body still gets you hard after all these years. The lady herself has grown a lot since the past—her chest is fuller, thighs thicker. The same thighs are covered in her slick—exhibitionism still gets her horny.

"Oh, you're still attracted to me. Good." Nayeon has a hand on your bulge, over your super suit. She grins, before her claws protract, slicing open your suit in seconds. She grins at the green underwear she gifted you on your birthday a few years back, before she slices it to shreds. Your shaft pops out, standing proud in the air for a second before falling over.

Nayeon straddles you, pushing your shaft against your stomach. She plants herself firmly on it, her labia spreading open on your length. She begins to grind along your shaft. You groan.

"There's an old proverb that says 'The best time to plant a tree was 20 years ago. The next best time is now'. I should have done this years ago, but you're here, I'm here, and we're together now." Nayeon rakes your chest lightly with her claws—enough for you to feel it, but not cut the skin. "I want your child."

"Fuck no!" You wrestle against your bonds again, but she holds her claws to your neck, glaring.

"Move again and I'll cut, then fuck you in the time it takes for you to bleed out."

You carry on resisting, and Nayeon's blade carves into your neck lightly. The skin breaks, blood seeping out. Nayeon's gleeful eyes scare you, and you fall back in fear. Her hips never stop moving, and the pleasure slowly seeps into your veins. You try to control your breathing, but a particularly hard grind to the underside of your shaft makes you hiss in pleasure.

"Ah, let's not waste time." Nayeon grabs your shaft, positioning herself atop your leaking tip. She sinks herself down on your shaft, a long groan escaping her lips as she impales herself on your shaft. When her pelvis meets yours, she rests her hands on your thighs, moving her hips up and down to ride your shaft. She moans, her pussy squeezing you tightly, just like all those years ago.

"Fuck… you're still so big!" Nayeon gives you a glance, a smirk large on her face as she watches you resist giving her any reactions. "Come on, you know my pussy feels good. Let it out. Let me know how much your cock still loves being fucked by my pussy."

You groan at Nayeon's dirty talk against your will. Nayeon's dirty talk still gets you to this day, just as she did back then.

"Face it. I'm still the best fuck you've had. You've never had pussy as good as this since we broke away from each other, hm? I can feel you twitch and throb each time I fuck myself on your cock." She leans forward, playing with your balls. "Oh, they're so full. I can't wait for you to empty them in my pussy."

Nayeon fucks herself harder on you after her words. You can feel how close you are—her words about you twitching and throbbing are right. Looking at the hottest woman (and now archenemy) since your youth leaking all over your shaft, fucking herself with your cock is the worst and best thing you can see right now. Her fingers rubbing her clit only makes her tighter, hotter, wetter.

"Come on, cum! Fill my pussy just like you used to. You told me you wanted to father my child back then, and I'm letting you do what you dreamed of now. Cum, cum for me. Let it all out in the pussy you love." Nayeon smirks, moans of pleasure breaking the words up. She lets her trump card show—her former pet name for you.

"Cum deep into my pussy, toy."

You blow your load. The name is all you need for your shaft to pulse your thick load into Nayeon. She fucks herself to completion while you paint her walls white with your semen, your shaft hitting her G-spot three times more to bring her to a finish. Her walls tighten and pulsate, her slick and semen leaking out of the gaps between your shaft and her walls. She groans deeply, fucking herself through both your orgasms.

When she stills, she gets off you, semen oozing out of her pussy, dripping onto your shaft and the ground. She walks over to her clothing and whip, her claws retracting as she picks them up in her arms. She walks over to the hole in the wall she threw you through, and she turns back to wave at you seductively.

"Thanks for the baby, honey. I'll make sure to raise him right, just like we intended."

Catwoman Im Nayeon jumps into the night, her figure disappearing in the darkness. Dimly, you curse before the exhaustion of battle and sex takes over, your head falling back and sleep claiming you for the night.

[umi-sen-yama-sen]

(SasuSaku childhood friends + Miko!Sakura and the Sound Five ; short drabble)

Inspired from this beautiful artwork by @ni23ku on Twitter

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"Hey..."

"Hm?"

"Isn't that the Uchiha boy?"

"You're right— Ow, Tayuya! Where the hell are you grabbing me?!"

"Quiet, Fatso!" Tayuya hissed as she peered at the tall man in the distance, who was standing in front of a Shinto shrine with his back to them. "Just tone down your grumpy voice."

"Tch, what an annoying girl you are. My name is Jirobo, stop calling me that."

"Right right, I know, Jirobo," she only waved her hand, apathetic, her gaze still fixed on the guy in the distance, "Just what is Uchiha Itachi's younger brother doing in front of a shrine?"

"Planning to pray, what else?" Jirobo sarcastically replied.

"Stop being such a moron, you orc. If he's planning a shrine visit, then he should be entering the said premises before we could spot him. It's obvious he's waiting for someone. He's like that— for what? Four to five minutes?"

And with that, Jirobo blinked out of consideration and simply looked at the Uchiha guy himself. "Hm…it does look like it." he noted.

"Right? I'm glad to know that you're not losing your common sense yet." Tayuya patted him on the back and continued, "You can be outright stupid at times."

"Shut up, tomboy."

Instead of responding to his insult, she inquired. "Who do you think he's expecting?"

"A friend, maybe? I mean, it's possible he's waiting for that blonde Uzumaki. They're somehow linked at the hip, aren't they?"

"It could be, but why in front of a shrine of all places?" she hummed, skeptical. "Hmm, it could also be different... Wait, he's carrying a drink too, and he's not even drinking it; maybe it's for someone?"

"Likely."

"What if he's waiting for his date?"

"Possible."

Peeved, Tayuya glared at her large companion as if he were a bug under her shoe. "Asshole, are you even trying to help me think about the possibilities?"

"Huh?" Jirobo turned his head at her, mildly confused and visibly offended. "I'm already answering you, aren't I?"

"But your answers don't help at all! You're pretty useless!"

"Why do we even bother with Itachi-san's brother anyway? Don't tell me, your tomboy phase has finally come to an end? Ah," he snapped his finger as if he realized something right away, "is he your crush or something?"

"You know what? Fuck you!"

"Haha, what's going on here?" Kidomaru appeared, holding a plastic bag containing some generic hot pot ingredients purchased from a convenience store. "Look Sakon, we just left for a few minutes and they started bickering again like a married couple."

"Kido, if you say one more thing, I swear I'll wring your neck like a beach towel."

"Boohoo! Scarrrrryyyy!" Kidomaru replied with a dramatic wipe of his eye and then he cackled like a maniac.

"Looks like the Uchiha is doing it again, huh?" Sakon wondered aloud, looking at the aforementioned Uchiha, to which Tayuya immediately whipped her head in his direction, as if he had the answers to her questions all along.

"You!" she yanked on his arm, "Do you know anything?"

"Well, he's actually always there after school classes," he replied, blinking, "I always see him on the same spot while going home, everyday."

"I see," Tayuya nodded in clarity, somehow enlightened. "I should have asked you all along instead of this stupid Jirobo, Sakon. He was really useless to talk to."

Offended, Jirobo exclaimed, "Oi, you're insulting me far too much this day, you bitch!"

She ignored him yet again and concentrated on Sakon. "Tell me a lot more, I'm curious."

"?" He could only raise his brow at her, puzzled, "If you're asking me about the reason why he's always there, I also have no idea myself."

She grimaced in response to his statement, clearly disappointed. "Tsk, men... always so useless."

"Hey, that's a bit too much, y'know." Sakon sighed.

"He's always waiting for Sakura-san." The last member of their circle said, which was none other than Kaguya Kimimaro.

"‘Sakura-san’?" she parroted, curious.

Kimimaro nodded, "Yes. The pink haired shrine maiden who worked in that shrine."

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"Sasuke-kun!" Sakura ran all the way to him, carrying a broom in hand, somewhat winded. "Geez, not again!"

Sasuke only turned his head and nodded his greetings, "Good afternoon."

"Why are you here? I told you you didn't have to come today!" she exclaimed, "You have exams this week, right? You should focus on that instead of coming here!"

"Here," Instead of responding, he pushed the sippy cup against her face, leaving Sakura puzzled. "Your iced coffee," he said.

"Huh?" The pinkette flitted her emerald eyes between him and the beverage in his hand, "Don't tell me you came here just because of what I said last night?"

"I am," Sasuke replied, and she only gaped in return. "What? You said you wanted iced coffee, so I bought it for you. You don't like it?"

"O-of course, I like everything you do!" she exclaimed almost instantly and loudly, drawing the attention of several people who were intrigued by her outburst that had her flustered from her neck to her hair roots. "I-I mean, I really like the iced coffee you got me."

"You should," he said with a gentle twitch of his lip, as if smiling. "Will you accept it, or will I drink it?"

"Absolutely not!" Sakura huffed as she snatched the sippy cup from his grasp, prompting a smirk from the man. "You bought it for me, so it's mine, only mine."

"How self-indulgent."

"But at least I'm not obstinate; didn't I warn you not to come?"

"Hn."

"Sasuke-kun, seriously."

"I just want to visit, is it that bad?"

"No, it's just that…"

"Then don't fret, it's my decision," Sasuke said as he walked past her through the shrine's entrance.

She was taken aback and immediately followed him. "But Sasuke-kun, I'm serious, you know! Exams are more important and you should—"

"And I am as well," He paused and returned his gaze to her, his eyes solemn. "I'm serious about deciding to spend time with you."

She blushed instantly, too tongue-tied to even consider a rebuttal to his direct remark.

"I can pass my exams without putting in too much effort, Sakura, so what are you waiting for? Come."

Even though she was vehemently opposed to the idea and blushing profusely, Sakura had no choice but to follow her pompous childhood friend all the way back inside the shrine, completely unaware of the girlish squeals of the other shrine maidens who were watching the entire scene unfold.

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As they hid like criminals behind a large maple tree— Sakon, Kidomaru, and Jirobo could only groan in frustration next to the nosy but very intrigued Tayuya, doing their best to be inconspicuous in their hiding spot with a curious Kimimaro in tow.

"Aren't Uchihas a real, walking blocks of ice? How could this be possible...?" she muttered to herself.

"Ugh, Tayuya, we don't have all the time in the world, y'know. We're supposed to eat hot pot tonight, just let's go," Kidomaru grumbled next to her.

"I guess that miko is the Uchiha boy's girlfriend, huh?" Tayuya remarked, fascinated.

"Ahh, no shit, Sherlock," he nearly whined, "Just let us go, woman."

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(End)

[shysneeze]

i solemnly swear i am up to no good (george weasley x reader)

request:  what if one night the golden trio is look at the marauders map that the twins gave Harry and they see the reader and George sneaking around hogwarts and they ask George about it the next day? ~ anon

warnings: yo i don’t even think i swear in this one it’s a miracle, can’t think of anything else but Fred’s dramatics

authors note: this is the best porcastination I have ever tasted (fuck chemistry uno?) anyway, I hope this is what you were looking for anon and thank you for the request <3 

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It's a carefully constructed routine, one that George has perfected by now. He's worked out that Lee is always the last to fall asleep, and so the coast is always clear when he begins to snore, that he's safe to slip from his covers and creep down the stairs, by which point the common room is always empty and he's free to leave completely undetected.

He knows the corridors to avoid, the ones with the gossiping portraits and regular prefect patrols.  He knows that McGonagall keeps her classroom lit through the night to discourage snooping students and that the ghost will turn a blind eye at most things, unless they're in a particularly bad mood.

He's thought it through perfectly, even if he does say so himself. In fact, he's not had an incident since the first night they met up, when Peeves decided to draw the attention of every sleeping painting in the vicinity, who awoke rather grouchy, and ready to take their complaints straight to Dumbledore until George convinced them he wouldn't let it happen to again.

Now, though, he's sure he's considered everything and he's rather smug with himself when he arrives at the kitchens. (Y/N) smiles at him when he arrives, already perched on one of the counter tops beside two mugs of hot chocolate.

"Still beat ya, Georgie." She grins.

"Right you." He teases. "You have no idea the expedition it is to get here without getting caught."

"Excuses, excus-"

He's kissing her before she can finish, her laughter vibrating against his lips until she recovers from the abruptness of it and is gathering a handful of his jumper and pulling him closer as she does every time.

They've thought of everything to keep it their own, their sacred routine and their special secret. They've eliminated every possible hiccup that could occur, they're sure of it. Everything always goes as plan and their relationship is kept protected in it's own little bubble, the way they like it. 

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"You're not still obsessing over that map."

The boys by the fireplace jumps at the sound of Hermione's voice, staring wide-eyed as she stands on the bottom of the girl's dorm's staircase with a disappointed frown. Harry clutches the map against his chest, as if it will anyway hide it from her.

"'Mione." Ron exhales. "You gave me a bloody heart attack!"

"What are you doing up?" Harry asks.

"I left my textbook down here." She informs. "You?"

"We're uh, checking to see if Flitwick is still in the hospital wing with the flu." Harry admits shamefully. "So we don't need to the do the homework..."

"Of course you are."

She comes forward with a sigh, dropping into the seat beside them. She can't help but be slightly curious on the matter, even with her already completed homework upstairs. The map is characteristically empty for the time of night, most people's names stationary in their dorms except from the occasional pacing teacher, still up marking, or the prefects on their rounds.

It's what makes the set of footsteps tiptoeing down an empty corridor so noticeable, George Weasley's name so stark on the otherwise empty stretch of enchanted parchment. Hermione frowns at it curiously and points.

"What is George doing?"

"Who knows." Ron shrugs. "Probably just setting up some sort of prank."

 Hermione gives him an unconvinced look and drags her finger up to the Gryffindor tower, halting at the boys dorms, where Fred's name lies still where he is sleeping. Ron takes a minute to catch onto the implication.

"Then why is Fred not there either?"

"Maybe he's gone rogue?" Harry suggests.

"I doubt that."

They return to George as his inky footsteps lead further through the castle, looping through hidden corridors and secret passage ways methodically before arriving at the kitchen, where upon realisation, Hermione lets out a chuckle.

"Oh."

"What?" Ron frowns.

"Look who already in the kitchens." She explains.

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N)." Ron exhales. "What's he meeting up with her for?"

"Think about it, Ronald." Hermione smiles knowingly.

Ron's brows scrunch in confusion, looking expectantly to Harry, who seems to have already clued himself in and is grinning knowingly. Then his eyes begin to widen with realisation and Hermione nods.

"He can't be- with (Y/N)?" Ron gasps. "No..."

"Seems that way." Harry gives an amused smile.

"That smug git." Ron breathes. "I knew he was hiding something!"

Hermione lets out a soft laugh, soon followed by Harry. Thoughts of Flitwick's whereabouts long forgotten at this new information and it's implications. In the kitchens the pair's names have stilled together, oblivious to the secrets they've spilled.

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George sips slowly at his coffee, willing it to make up for his late night with a burst of energy. Even through his tiredness, he's grinning to himself at the memories of the night before. His eyes search for (Y/N)'s across the room, finding them quickly, well practiced in the art of doing so. She’s nursing a cup of coffee in a similar way, and gives a knowing smile before dropping her gaze with a slight shake of her head.

Across the table, Ron watches the exchange with insider knowledge and scowls at his elder brother, a mixture of perplexed and impressed. Harry nudges him warningly, but wears a knowing sort of smirk that George catches from the corner of his eyes and causes him to grow slightly uneasy from.

"What?" He asks.

"Nothing." Harry assures, coughing out a laugh. "Nothing, George."

"Alright..."

He attempts to return to his breakfast when he hears Ron snigger, rounding back on them with a frown. Hermione lifts her glass to her lips to hide her smile, only adding to George confusion. Fred's picked up on it too now, watching their little brother and his friends curiously.

"What are you lot so smug about?" Fred asks.

"That's what I'd like to know." George agrees with a frown.

George watches as Ron's eyes drift across the room towards same place as his had a moment ago, to (Y/N). George's jaw slackens ever so slightly, alerting Fred to this new development, also glancing over at the girl. (Y/N) isn't blind to this new attention, lifting her eyes to meet theirs and frowning in concern.

"Shut up." George tells Ron sternly. "Don't say anything."

"What?" Fred frowns. "What are you on about, George?"

George fixes Ron with a glare whilst also trying to figure out how he's come to know this information. He's so sure he'd considered everything, yet his brother is grinning at him like he's just won the lottery for best blackmail material possible.

Then, from the corner of Harry's robes, he recognises the aged parchment that he and Fred gave the boy themselves. He finds himself gulping and his cheeks growing warmer by the second as Harry chuckles at him.

"What the hell is going on?" Fred ask sharply, growing agitated at being left out of the loop. "What has (Y/L/N) got to do with it?"

Ron last two seconds before he's blurting it out despite George's pleading look.

"George met up with (Y/N) in the kitchen's last night."

"Merlin..." George groans.

"What!?" Fred bursts loudly. "You what?"

George groans and drops his head into his hands as Fred stares wide-eyed and betrayed. George should have considered the map, the most damning piece of evidence there could be, that no perfect timing and strategic route planning could save them from.

"You absolute git!" Fred exclaims, punching his twins arms. "You've got yourself a girlfriend and didn't tell me!"

"Ah!" George exclaims, sitting up to rub his arm soothingly. "No need for violence!"

"Uh, yeah there is!" Fred argues. "How long has this been going on?"

"I don't know- a few weeks?" George offers.  

"A few week-" Fred gasps. "And Ron knew before me?"

"I didn't exactly plan that." George defends. "Harry's got the bloody map."

"Wow." Fred folds his arms. "You think you know someone."

"Oh come off it, Fred." George groans. "I would've told you eventually."

"Eventually." Fred scoffs. "I'm your brother- your twin! I should have been told the minute it started!"

George runs his finger through his hair with a sigh and gives Fred a sheepish look, although it does nothing to appease his twin's sour look. He's nice enough to feel somewhat guilty for it, even with his brother's dramatics.

"Are you ashamed of your family George?"

That's when George clocks that he's just being a dramatic git. He rolls his eyes at his brother as he starts up with a rant on loyalty and brotherhood, hand on his heart like he's quoting Shakespeare. 

"You'll get over it soon enough." George decides flippantly. "We just liked sneaking around."

"That's possibly the most goddamn boring excuse you could come up with." Fred announces disappointedly. "You just ruined my whole thing- I was hoping for something like she thought you were me the whole time and this was actually a case of identity theft."

"Sorry to disappoint." George smirks with a shrug. "But she thinks I'm the better looking twin."

"She's clearly blind."

"Listen, I'm sorry I didn't tell you all." George sighs. "It started as an accident and then we just kind of got used to it."

"Wow, romantic." Fred jokes.

"Shut up." George scoffs. "It's not everyone's idea of a nice date but it's ours and we like it."

Fred smiles quite genuinely at this, the defensiveness in his brother's tone.

"You really like her." He observes. "Huh?"

George's eyes drift unsubtly towards the girl in question, where his smile widens at seeing her with that smile he's so used to feeling on his lips when they kiss. He chuckles to himself before turning back to his brother.

"Yeah, yeah I do."

"Then I'm happy for you." Fred decides, clapping his brother's shoulder. "But ever keep anything like this from me again and your twin status is revoked."

"Noted." George grins. "Oh, and Ron?"

Ron gulps at the change in his brother's tone.

"Yeah?"

"I'd be checking your shoes for spiders for a while mate."

[johnsamericano]

𝓓𝓪𝔂 2:

мσσи тαєιℓ

23 days of NCT masterlist.

taglist: @notbeforelong @whathamelon @unknown5tar @curieouscapt

warnings: dilf!taeil, breeding kink, age gap, just the usual.

“Hey, dad. I’m going out with y/n.”

“You should bring her home sometime.” Mr. Moon answered, eyes fixed to the documents between his hands. “I haven't seen her in a while.” And he perfectly knew the reason for that.

You'd been avoiding him since last summer when Jeno and his father took you on their family vacation. A few drinks were all it took for Mr. Moon to spill the tea, telling you how pretty you were, how much he craved to be with you. Things moved on pretty quickly from that moment, a few kisses and empty promises were exchanged while Jeno passed out in the hotel room you shared.

The next day, you woke up hungover and regretful. Mr. Moon thought things between you would finally take a different direction, but you started ignoring him. You avoided any kind of contact with him, trying to erase the memories from that night.

It was an understatement to say that he missed you, not only romantically, but your cheerful presence would always lighten up his mood, no matter how stressful the situation was.

“She’s outside, I'll call her in, just wait a second.” His son sprinted out, a string of cursing becoming louder and louder as your friend dragged you into the house.

“I’ll cut your hand off, Jeno!” You slapped the hand he was holding you with repeatedly.

“Long time no see, y/n.” God, how much you hated the effect his voice had on you. It was like he deliberately talked in that tone to allure you.

“Hello, Mr. Moon.” Your head was slightly bent, avoiding his eyes.

“What is it with you two?” Jeno frowned, aware of the slight change in the atmosphere.

“We need to leave if we don't want to miss the movie.” You tugged his sleeve. “See you around, Mr. Moon.”

“I hope we can see each other again soon.”

And you did, well, more like Jeno tricked you into it. He noticed things weren't the same between you and his father, and as your brother from another mother, he wanted you to be close to his family.

“Jeno?”

“Y/n?” Mr. Moon asked from the highest step of the stairs. “What are you doing here? Jeno isn't home.”

“That motherfucker.” You pulled out your phone, a couple of texts from Jeno illuminating your screen.

‘Sorry, something came up. Please wait for me.’

“Wait.” Mr. Moon rushed down the stairs, pulling your wrist before you reached for the front door. “Can I have a word with you?”

“I d-don’t think that's a good idea.”

“Why are you avoiding me? Have I done something that made you uneasy?” His thumb rubbed the skin of your hand. “Talk to me.”

“It's nothing!” You tried lying, but he could see right through you.

“Y/n, please. I miss you.” He pleaded.

“I'm terrified, alright?” He felt a hint of guilt as tears started rolling down your beautiful cheeks. “I want to be with you, I really do! But I'm scared of what people might say, or what Jeno might think. I can't expect him to be happy with the whole situation between you and me.” He wanted to hold you, to dry your tears. “It hurts not being able to be with the one that you love.”

Love. That's how you truly felt about him.

“No one has to know.” He whispered, face inches away from your own. “We can keep this a secret until you're ready.”

“And who's gonna tell my parents? You?” Their reaction was the one that troubled you the most, to be honest. They'd been friends with Mr. Moon since their college years, your father would probably murder him if he found out.

“Yes.” For you, he was willing to lose his dearest friends. “As long as I get to be with you.” His hand slid from your wrist to your waist, the scene oddly familiar. “Our first kiss was just like this.”

“We shouldn't...” Yet, you closed your eyes, letting his lips taste yours.

It wasn't long until his hands were holding the back of your head, fervently kissing you. Your hands were positioned above his forearms, your lips trying to keep up with his.

“Shall we go upstairs, darling?” You nodded, allowing him to lift and carry you all the way to his room. He lowered you gently on his bed, moving his laptop and notebook to his desk.

“Were you working on something?” Your chest rose and fell rapidly, body extremely hot from the previous make-out session.

“It can wait.” He slowly unbuttoned his black dressing shirt, curiously looking at you as your legs rubbed against each other. “Needy much, huh?”

“Stop it.” Mr. Moon grinned, obliging to your commands. He placed himself on top of you, both hands on each side of your head.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Yes.” You answered with no hesitation. You trusted him with your life, you knew he would never do anything to harm you.

Your lips touched again, this time his hands slowly undressing you, stroking your tender skin. He kissed every single uncovered spot, loving the small noises you'd make.

“Is this your first time?”

“No.” He was disappointed, but quickly disposed of the negative emotions. You were there with him, and that's all that mattered.

As soon as his clothes were off, he penetrated you, throwing his head back at the feeling of your walls hugging him. Your nails carved into his back as the sound of skin slapping became louder.

“Mr. Moon.”

“Yes, darling?” His nose was scrunched from the pleasure, thrusts becoming sloppy as his high approached embarrassingly fast.

“Can you come inside?” He looked at you with wide eyes. “I’m on the pill! I just...I just like the feeling.” He leaned down to peck your eyelids, the simple action had your stomach doing a flip.

“Breeding kink?” Well, if you had to label it, that would probably be the official name. “Whatever you want, little one.”

Just as you thought his pace was finally slowing down, he increased it again, repeatedly hitting your G-spot. How could a 40-year-old man have such stamina?

“A-ah, Taeil.”

“My name sounds so pretty when you say it.” One final thrust was all it took for him to spill his load inside your whole, regardless, he kept moving, trying to trigger your orgasm. “Come on, darling, let go for me.” One of his hands came down to your core, thumb drawing circles over the sensitive nub.

Needless to say, it only took a few more seconds for you to release. Your body was limp and sweaty, legs feeling slightly numb. Taeil groaned as he pulled out, his length was coated with yours, and his essence.

You cleaned yourselves up, giggling at each other’s fucked out faces. After confirming Jeno was staying over at a friend's, Mr. Moon lent you one of his pajamas, letting you sit between his limbs as he worked on his laptop.

“That looks complicated.” You pointed out, looking at the sales reports.

“Would you like for me to explain it?”

His voice was ever so soothing that you were snoring two minutes into his explanation. But he didn't mind, it was more than clear you were exhausted. He let you rest again in his chest, oddly focusing more than usual on his work.

[huenjin]

hold me down.

pairing – kim seungmin x reader | secretary!au

word count – 1634 words

ratings – 18+

genre – smut, includes grinding, creampie, slight overstimulation and dumbification (because i love it?), daddy kink, impregnation kink, size kink, bulge kink, office sex

"What are you doing, Y/N?" Seungmin's fingers tighten on the fake gold plated pen in his grip. "We're still in office."

"Yeah and," You push Seungmin back. The pen drops from his hand, falling onto the glass table and making a loud sound. His head falls against the soft rexine covered sofa in your office room. Your secretary, also your doting husband, groans as you climb on top of him, your leg swinging by the side as you sit on him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Your pencil skirt rides up and Seungmin's eyes trail your legs. "I run the company and it's already late so–" You drag your index finger over his shirt covered broad chest.

"Baby," Seungmin stresses. He tilts his face to look up at the surveillance cameras in the room. "Cameras and I have to finish going through these paper by today so that my boss," he raises an eyebrow at you, "–doesn't think I'm slacking just because I'm married to her."

"Well, your boss thinks you'd be doing your work even better if you just really listened to what she needed right now."

With a flick of your fingers hooking under his shirt, you tug open his shirt, a single button popping off the material as a result and Seungmin smiles. You press your lips against his chest, and mumble, "So please, Daddy. Do me, else I'll cut your pay."

"What a bad employer," he clicks his tongue. How was Seungmin expected to work in such a situation when his beautiful wife is on top of him, asking of him to have you in your very office. Something about it seemed so scandalous to him that it excites him way more than it should normally have.

"Don't care." You grind on his growing cock, your arms tightening over his neck. Seungmin holds your hips down onto him, helping you rub against him. You moan, voice airy as you inform him, "I got off once in the washroom at the sight of you rolling your sleeves and carrying those boxes into my office."

"You did what now, beautiful?" Seungmin stills your body, holding you fixed on his bulged length that stands through his pants. His eyes darkens and he feels you whimper in his hold. Seungmin has always found this reversal of roles enticing. The fact that you are this powerful CEO of one of the largest cosmetic companies in the country and that you are this dominating woman on the streets, conquering the market one by one and yet here you are – small in his hold and all his to have.

It is how he seems to cover your entire being. You pride yourself in being an average height for a woman but with Seungmin by your side, you seemingly become small by his side. Seungmin has to look down to talk to you, to keep a conversation.

"I couldn't help, daddy," you gasp, trying to move against him in hopes but your husband's large hands hold on to you, strongly. Seungmin's hand trails up your inner leg, fingers hasty to push your panties to the side. His fingers graze your wet lips, dragging residues or your last orgasm and your present arousal all over.

You're so small that it's fucking hot to Seungmin.

He can't help but fantasise about you. All these years, a ring to seal the deal and still he can't stop lusting after his wife. Of how short you are compared to him. Of how Seungmin can easily tower over you, as you look up at him with those innocent doe eyes of yours in the bed definitely turns him on. Of how a person of your size can command an entire room at the very same time. Of how he can hold onto your whole breast with those large hands of his as you moan and mewl on top of him as you are bouncing on his cock, begging for more. All while he uses you for a cocksleeve as he hoists you up and down just by using his bare hands to lift you.

Seungmin wants to do the same right now – to fuck your tiny being and to breed you.

"Baby, you're slopping wet." Your hand grips on the open ends of his shirt, trying to chase after his fingers. Seungmin kisses the side of your lips. "Should I just fuck you raw and stupid? Teach my baby girl to let her daddy work in peace?"

"Please do, daddy. Please. Fuck me stupid. Fuck me dumb."

Your fingers hastily move down to unbuckle his pants. You stand up slightly for Seungmin to pull himself up for you to pull his pants down, along with his boxers; his cock springs out, hot and angry, vein throbbing on the underside. You hold it in your hand, pumping it slowly. Positioning it, you lift your hips to angle it as Seungmin pushes your panties to the side and slowly, you drop your body to allow his cock to push into you.

"Fuck, daddy, you're so big," you groan, barely being able to let words out with the feeling of being stretched out by his cock. Seungmin doesn't let you adjust today. His large hands hold your acetabulum as he pulls you up only to bring you down, his hips thrusting into you. He plunges into you and you gush all over his cock, coating almost all of his length with your arousal. Seungmin is barely in but he is already hitting your spot, hot tip brushing against it vicariously that your hand moves up to hold your breast, softly hitting it over your clothing.

Seungmin thrusts into you again and his hand moves glides against your skin to press against your belly. He laughs, huskily and airy as he watches you squeeze his length. "Feel that, baby? Do you like feeling so fucking full and stretched out around my cock stuffed into you? What a pretty slut to call mine."

Seungmin's hands moved upwards to grab your clothes breasts, kneading it in his grip as he lets go of your hips. You bounce on his cock and Seungmin stares in fascination at how your breasts do the same, even in captive, both by your bra and his hands.

Your arms wrap around his neck once again as your walls squeeze around his cock, bouncing at a rapid pace to meet your end. Moans and loud unperiodic screams leave your lips as his cock stretches you out. You whimper in his hold, already sensitive from your last self-inflicted orgasm.

Seungmin holds your hips again as soon as he knows you're close. Kissing your neck and biting into the skin to make you his, not that the platinum ring on your fingers were a sign enough of branding, Seungmin whispers by your ear, "Going to fuck and cum in you. Going to breed you and have you stuffed with my cum like the little slut you are. Daddy is going to have you so full of my cum that you're bound to get pregnant. I'll do that, baby. You're going to keep it all inside of you."

"What it it slips out?" You gasp out, getting turned on by the thought of having Seungmin's kids.

"Going to fuck it into you over and over again," Seungmin grunts.

He thrusts into you rapidly, hips hitting into you over and over again, squeezing him as you edge closer and closer. "I'm going to cum, oh my god. Daddy, I'm going to cum." His fingers brushes against your clit and you know at that minute that you have come undone.

"No," he says, firmly, as he fucks into you ruthlessly. "Hold it. You're cumming with me."

"I can't, let meㅡ" You cry but Seungmin squeezes your harder harder, warning you. "Daddy! Fuck, please!" Seungmin's cock is repeatedly hitting your spot, your vision blurry in pleasure and you feel like you are going to explode.

"I'm close too." Seunhmin finally says and he thirst upwards faster, sounds resonating in the office room of yours and you don't care if people were to walk in and watch their boss fuck her husband in her office. Fuck, you think that would be hot, in fact.

"Fuck!" He exclaims. "Going to fucking cum inside you. Going to stuff you with my cum till your tiny little belly bulges with all that cum." Seungmin kisses you. It's messy, teeth clashing and desperate for some intimate contact as you soon tug at his lower lip with your teeth before letting go of it.

You scream your husband's name out loud – pretty sure for voices to have reached the corridor. Your orgasm coats his dick that still thrusts into you, staining his pants and your dress.

"Oh, god," you breathe in for air heavily. "Fuck," you whimper, body shaking almost violently, the muscles of your stomach contracting. Seungmin does not stop as he continues to ravage your pussy.

"Stop." You gasp, holding onto his shoulder, nails digging into it. Seungmin doesn't listen and continues to fuck you through your orgasm. "Stop, please! Ah! Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! Fuck, fuck!" One thrust at an angle and Seungmin releases into you, a small orgasm ripping out from your body simultaneously at the minor overstimulation that takes over your body completely.

You weakly pull yourself up from his cock, pussy clenching at nothing once he is completely out, releasing the mixture of both yours and his orgasm. It slides down your thigh and Seungmin's eyes stares at it before he holds your hips.

In one fluid motion, he pins you down on the sofa, your head against a cushion. Kissing you, he mumbles, "Told you to keep it in. Have to fuck it all back in now."

[instasiswetrust]

Cherry Lane Challenge Day 3 - Crow

A flutter of black, out of the corner of his left eye is what first catches his attention. His hand raises, signaling his party to stop in their tracks. There's some shuffling and a few annoyed huffs which he ignores in favor of taking careful steps towards what caught his eye in the first place.

All is still for a second and then- There. The dry sound of feathers brushing together.

Silently, he steps closer to the source of the sound. When he sees what it is, he relaxes minutely allowing himself another breath. It is but a crow, its left wing dragging over the dewy grass of the clearing. He sees no blood so he assumes it must be broken.

Another careful step takes him even closer to the scared bird, his fingers nearly brushing its feathers, so close-

"Steve, what's the hol- Is that a bird?"

Tommy and the rest of the hunting party burst into the clearing with too loud steps and raised voices, startling the bird into a frantic state once again. It squawks in its fear, broken wing fluttering pitifully as it tries to escape what it assumes to be a predator.

"I almost had it, Tommy!" He turns to his companion, features set into an angry scowl. He may only be seventeen but he was the Crown Prince and they should've listened to his orders! "Why did you break position?"

Instead of answering his question, Tommy walks past him as crouches right by the bird, poking it with a stick and laughing at its resulting squawk. "Can't believe you stopped a hunting party just to save a bird, Stevie. What are you? Snow White?"

Heat rises to the prince's cheeks and he smacks the stick out of Tommy's hands. "Leave it. It's already hurt enough without you making it worse."

Tommy quirks an eyebrow, teeth bared into a nasty smirk. He gives a mock bow that makes Steve's eyes narrow.

"As you wish, milord."

And then, making sure he's got Steve full attention, he gives the injured bird a sharp kick sending it smacking against a tree with a feeble squawk.

The bird struggles to upright itself, collapses, and tries again, before eventually just laying there. Unmoving if not for the minuscule shifts of its diaphragm. All Steve can do is watch, knowing full well that if he so much dares make a move to help it again, Tommy might outright try to crush it under the sole of his boot.

Under the raucous laughter of the soldiers, he follows the hunting party back to the deer trail they were following, the back of his neck red with poorly contained rage. All thoughts of injured crows and helpless birds are stored at the back of his brain where he no longer has to think about them again.

---

So that night, when he walks into his chambers half-drunk on too much ale and a hearty roast, the last thing he expects is to find a girl sitting on his desk chair. Her vermillion hair is cropped short and would help her pass for a man were it not for her curvaceous figure, so distinctly female even under the black robes she wears. On her head, a crooked hat sits adorned with what he thinks are feathers.

As he steps inside, she stands up and he notices her eyes appear yellow behind her spectacles.

"Who are you?" He tries to sound authoritative, like the prince he's supposed to be, but he's too drunk to manage anything more than slurred inquisitiveness.

"Don't you recognize me?" Her lips barely move as she speaks and yet her voice comes out as a shrill squawk, not too different from the frantic sounds of the crow in the forest. It makes him flinch, taking a step back. "Maybe this will help jog your memory."

Under his watchful gaze, he sees her shift into the same crow he saw that morning. His eyes follow the bird as it flies around the room once, before landing on the chair. A blink later, and the girl from before is sitting in the same spot.

No. Not a girl.

A witch.

Because of fucking course the crow had to be a witch. That was just his life.

"Look, I'm sorry for what Tommy did to you earlier today and I truly wished to help you but if I did-"

"But if you did, your companions might've killed me while you watched." She hums, inspecting her sharp nails with clear disinterest. "Those are but excuses and we both know it."

"They are not-!"

The witch clicks her tongue disapprovingly and he finds the words he meant to say dying on his tongue. Fear rises in him, and only then does he consider that the reason she's here and not with Tommy is that he's the one she's planning to hurt.

"It is an excuse, darling." She fixes him with a sharp glare. "You're Steve Harrington, Crown Prince of the kingdom of Hawkmond. They should respect you and yet your own foot soldiers treat you like you're below the sole of their feet."

A feeble protest rises in his throat but she only has but to look, before silence descends upon him again. The worst part? She is absolutely right.

"You're weak-willed. Spineless. A disaster in the making." She huffs, taking the few steps that separate them until they are standing almost nose to nose. "I shall not allow a person like that to ruin what this kingdom could become."

In her yellow eyes, he sees rage flash however briefly, and he wonders what sort of circumstances led a witch to care this much for the outcome of a whole kingdom. It is but a split-second judgment, yet it's all he manages.

For the next thing he knows, pain radiates from every single nerve ending in his body. He falls upon his knees, writhing in agony, and through his anguished screams, he swears he can hear the witch croon in a sticky-sweet voice.

Scion of swords and kings

A curse of feather and blood

Placed upon thee

For thine will is brittle as bone

This shape thou shall keep

Til’ the day thy soul’s to pass

Unless thy lesson is learned

And thee flies with thine own wings

By the next morning, every single person in the Capitol knows Crown Prince Steve Harrington has gone missing. None a single clue left behind to find him.

---

He finds out pretty quickly that the best way to find food in the forest is to follow the wolves.

It's been two months since the night he was cursed, and Steve's come to the conclusion that while sometimes annoying, being a bird wasn't as awful as he first assumed it would be. Flying was nice once he managed to get the hang of it, and messing with the occasional villager while he indulged in the instinctual desire to steal shiny things was something he hadn't expected to enjoy so much.

But he really could do without the feeding.

The first few days he had outright refused to take part of any rotten bit of meal he found, no matter how appetizing it might've seemed to his new instincts.

By day four he had to give in and eat, or he risked worse injuries.

It had been a distasteful ordeal up until he had found the wolf pack during his first full moon as a crow. Night had fallen, and as he made his way through the thick trunks on unsteady talons, he had heard the first howl. For a second, he had almost considered leaving. Retaining this half-human form was still something he struggled with and he wished to enjoy the little time he had before he once again had to return to his feathery prison.

But the call of the wolves ensnared him, and he had to find them.

Except none of them were normal wolves, as he found out once morning came.

From what he has observed in the last month, most members of the pack preferred to stick to their wolf forms as much as they could. Occasionally, one or two of them would venture into the closest town for certain necessities but that was about it.

It was weird.

It was also fascinating.

They didn't seem to mind his prolonged stay, in fact, it almost looked like they welcomed him among their midst without so much as a second thought. He didn't question it, just enjoyed it for the time being although he always made sure he only shifted into his halfling form where the wolves wouldn't find him.

At least, that had been the plan.

But now, staring into the ice-blue eyes of the blonde wolf he had started thinking as his wolf, he realizes that he overlooked one tiny but very important detail.

Wolves tended to have a keen sense of smell.

Well, shit.

Silence pervades the small nook between the trees he had taken as his hiding spot away from the pack, as he simply stares back at the wolf. Waiting for something, maybe a shift, a lunge. Anything.

Except a whole minute passes with nothing happening, and Steve is starting to feel foolish.

"So is this the part where you try and eat me? Or warn me to stay away from the pack?" He chances, hoping for a reaction.

The wolf cocks its head to the side, blue eyes looking almost mocking before there's a ripple and a human is crouching in its place. A very blond, very handsome, human with ice blue eyes. Who's also kind of naked.

Huh.

"The fact that you think nobody knew what you were as soon as you hopped into the clearing that night is telling." At Steve's confused look, the wolf (the man?) chuckles. Guess he was right about the mocking part. "You reek of magic, little bird. Magic and human flesh."

"Well, how was I supposed to know?" He snaps, the small feathers that cover his neck fluffing up.

"Common sense?" There's a smirk this time, along with a flash of fangs. "Did your mother not teach you about magical signatures once you came out of the egg?"

"I- ah" He falters, unsure if he should explain that he wasn't born like this but rather turned into this. He runs a talon through the feathers that have replaced his hair before sighing. "I'm a human, actually. Just got cursed to look like this."

The man-wolf hums, giving him an appraising look. "That explains a few things."

Steve scoffs, ready to stand up and leave this guy alone to go bother somebody else when suddenly he feels a heavyweight drop onto his lap. When he looks down, he's met with a pair of ice-blue eyes looking back at him.

He wonders, not for the first time, why he picked this particular wolf to stick close to out of all the others.

"Does the little birdy have a name?" That smirk is back again and it almost makes him blush. Makes him glad that his whole skin is now covered in black fluffy feathers.

"If I tell you, will you stop calling me that?"

"Nope. But I might give you my name too."

It sounds like a fair deal at least. And that way he could stop calling him man-wolf in his head.

"Steve."

"Steve. Hm. Not quite what I expected." It's been so long since the last time someone said his name, it feels weird hearing it now from someone that is not himself. "Mine's Billy, by the way."

"And what did you expect, Billy?" The name feels foreign on his tongue but he figures time will make it easier. After all, it's not like he ever can return to Hawksmond unless whatever conditions the witch placed upon the curse are met.

Billy shrugs, stretching languidly across Steve's lap in all his naked glory. Something that Steve's doing his best to steadfastly ignore. "Some fancy bullshit like Stefano or Guillermino."

He snorts at that, covering his mouth with a clawed talon. "Why would you even think that?"

"You look the part, little birdy."

[allexday]

jennie; perhaps you had reason to not notice in the beginning, when your bank account had five hundred extra dollars in it. it could've been a mistake, you thought. though when you filed to get it checked out, they insisted that the money deposit was on purpose. you were stunned, but you brushed it off.

there was no reason to not take advantage of the situation, so you treated yourself to your favorite food and bought some of those clothes you'd been wanting for a while.

however, you started suspecting things when the school called to tell you your entire tuition had been paid for. and then not even two days later, you got the call telling you your rent had been paid for the entire year, as well as your car fees.

although everything seemed too good to be true, you weren't necessarily upset about the recent changes.

not until you realized just who was sending ten thousand dollars every week to your bank account.

you admit it had been hard to track down. but she was the only one who could possibly be responsible for everything. you weren't mad, hell, you weren't even going to confront her. however, when you found out your apartment building had been bought by her, as well as your place of work... that was the last straw.

"ah, y/n, I didn't think you'd be here at this time of night," jennie opened her door, letting you inside of her massive penthouse. you were used to the marble floors and ceiling-to-floor windows, but seeing jennie in her silk robe was another thing entirely.

"ah, jennie," you mumbled, glancing away while pointing at her figure. she smirked, quirking a brow. "what is it, have you never seen a female's body before? come on now, we're best friends. no need to be shy,"

as she walked to set her glass of wine down on her stainless counter, you took a deep breath in. now was the time.

"jennie, I know it's you,"

you noticed how she chuckled at your words, winking at you.

"oh? haha, guilty. I knew you'd figure out I got us to be the next two new vogue models but I didn't figure it'd be this soon-"

"what? no! jennie, I know you're the one paying for everything! you're the only one I know who has that much money, and I want you to know that this isn't cool. you should've asked me first before doing any of it!"

your voice was slightly raised as you explained yourself, not noticing how she was beginning to frown.

"plus, you know I would've said no! I mean, giving me extra money to help me out when I need it is not the same thing as paying off my debt! or hell, buying the apartment building I live in!" you breathed, catching your breath. "it's like you're obsessed with me all of a sudden. you shouldn't be in this many parts of my life,"

you noticed she was clenching her teeth, and she no longer looked happy.

"you sound really ungrateful, you know,"

"wha-what?" you stuttered, surprised by her angry tone.

"it's not like that y/n! I'm your friend and wanted to do something for you, it has nothing to do with my feelings for you! stop acting like I'm in love with you!"

you were stunned by her words. she was glaring at you, absolutely furious, as she continued going off about how it was crazy to think she even liked you.

"do not even get me started on how poor you are! the fact that someone as powerful as me is even associating myself with you is what's really crazy y/n!" her words hit you, making tears well up in your eyes. however, she was so blinded by rage that she didn't see.

"you're a nobody, you know that? no one even knew your name before I started talking to you. and even then, they only fucking talk to you because you're my best friend!"

tears rolled down your cheeks as you soaked in her words. despite how rude and cruel they were, you knew, deep down, they were true. you've always known that you indeed would not be as successful if you were not friends with jennie. despite that, you took pride in everything you accomplished. you still worked just as hard, perhaps even harder than others, to get where you are now.

she suddenly stopped, her eyes wide as she looked at you. you were trembling, shoulders shaking, and face red. you were embarrassed and hurt. she was supposed to be a friend, and all she ended up doing was insulting you.

"y/n-"

"I think I should go. since you don't need me,"

you turned to leave, walking a few steps before jennie began rushing to you. she grabbed your arm, her grip tight and desperate.

"wait, where are you going, no,"

you shook her off easily, pushing her off of you. "there you go again, always demanding things. don't touch me," you didn't spare her a glance as you walked to the door.

she was breathing heavily, feeling as if the walls were closing in on her. her heart was racing as tears began slipping down her cheeks. what had she done? she didn't mean any of it. none of it.

"no, y/n, please," you ignored her, reaching for the doorknob.

"I love you, you fucking idiot!"

you stopped in your tracks, eyes wide. what... what did she just say?

she was sobbing, looking desperately at your back.

"I've even in love with you for so long! you didn't even fucking notice,"

it took a few seconds, but as you registered her words, you sighed.

"if this is what you call love, I want no part in it,"

then you left. just as quickly as you came, you were gone. you had slipped through her fingers, and as soon as her door shut, she was left in the silence of her thoughts.

no. this can't be happening.

as she cried, she suddenly had a realization. something she had never thought of doing before, but now considered it the only choice available.

she reached into her robe's pocket, pulling out her cell phone and dialing a number.

"yes, the person leaving. bring them back up here. knock them unconscious if you have to, I... I don't mind. just... just be gentle, please,"

she ended the call with a somber face. she wiped her tears, fixing her appearance. it wasn't over, she told herself.

she had enough power in the world to do anything. so why the hell was she spending it all on you?

it must be love, she thought. stupid love that she wishes she wasn't in.

that was a lie, however.

she would do anything for you. and if she did have a choice, she wouldn't hesitate to choose the euphoria she feels whenever you smile.

[l000ey]

i got you ━ storm

𝑷𝑨𝑰𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑮 ━ 𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝗅𝖾𝖾 𝗑 𝖻𝗍𝗌

𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑨𝑹𝒀 ━ 𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖺 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝖾𝗁𝗒𝗎𝗇𝗀'𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗍 𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝖺𝗅𝖾𝖽

𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺 ━ 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍, 𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗑 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗈𝖻𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗈, 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝗃𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗌𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗅𝖾

𝑨/𝑵 ━ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝖺 𝗂𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗍

𝒀𝑬𝑨𝑹 ━ 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟢

• 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮'𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

She laughed at the message Mark had sent her, a stupid instagram meme. She gave it a like while with her left hand she opened the door of the house. She waited to hear the now so familiar screams of the boys when she opened the door but the silence made her raise her head from her phone, she frowned when she saw the seven sitting in the room talking in low voices as if they were sharing secrets, except for Jungkook who was in complete silence staring at the ceiling. She put her bag on the table, the sound of the keys hitting the glass caught the attention of the seven boys.

"What have i done now?" She laughed jokingly as she approached her groupmates. She expected someone to laugh at her joke but none did, not even the slightest smile. Her body tensed as the air in the room thickened.

"We have to talk." Namjoon's serious voice sent a chill run down her spine, she raised an eyebrow leaning against the television cabinet. A memory came to her memory, the situation was very similar to when she almost left the group years ago.

"Uh, okay?" She looked for Yoongi's gaze but he didn't reciprocate as he was very interested in the floor. A pain planted in her chest.

"Did you had sex with Taehyung?" The leader's question almost made her choke on her own saliva, her eyes darted to find the boy who shook his head.

"W-What?" Her voice came out hoarse, suddenly her throat was dry.

They knew it, they knew it and they were going to kick her out of the group. God, she was going to lose her family and everything she had worked for for four quick fucks.

The oldest of the group cleared his throat, uncomfortable with the situation "We know that you and taehyung...you slept together."

"Did you tell him ?!" She exclaimed to Taehyung, shocked and hurt. They had sworn that no one would ever know, for the good of both of them and the group "We agreed that we would not talk about it."

"I didn't say anything" The older's deep voice rang out across the room. The girl snorted in denial and separated her gaze from his.

"Arabella, this is not..."

“Look, it was many years ago and it was only once. You don't have to worry, we have nothing. We're just friends. ”She crossed her arms over her chest interrupting the leader.

"But that doesn't matter!" He raised his voice making everyone jump in their place. His face had turned red and the vein on his neck popped out “Since they put Yoongi hyung, Hoseok, you and me together we decided that nothing could ever happen in the group. Don't you understand how dangerous this is? BTS could go to hell for your hormones!" The leader was angry and it could be clearly seen since he never raised his voice to the girl, he never swore when he addressed her, much less called her by her name.

At that moment she wanted to cry.

“You are stupid! All our work, everything we've suffered could go to shit because of you. Do you understand?" He screamed again and this time a pout formed on her lips, Namjoon's gaze softened for a moment when he saw her like that but he quickly returned to its dark and cold tone "We live scared if at some point someone finds out who you are sleeping with, but this is the last straw".

"Namjoon..." She heard Jin in a mumble but they both ignored him. The only girl clenched her jaw angrily, she hated feeling like this. With tearful eyes she looked up at him.

“I know it was stupid but we were kids. It has not happened again and it will never happen again. I understand that you are angry, but you must stop treating me like if i was a fucking kid. I have sex, I like sex!" She exclaimed approaching him. Yoongi and Hoseok got up quickly in case they had to intervene “I'm not a baby. I'm not fourteen anymore, Namjoon. You can stop being my father, I'm old enought for that" Her tone relaxed, she looked at him sadly but more angrily.

Namjoon barely glanced at her before speaking again, this time with disdain “You have disappointed me, Arabella. I expected more from you, i expected for you to not be a whore”.

A silence filled the room, although it was interrupted by gasps of surprise from some of the members. She opened her mouth, looking at him hurt. This couldn't be happening. She sniffed, looking at him saddened and angry. She wasn't going to cry, she wasn't going to cry "I guess you're not the only one disappointed here."

She went to the table and after taking her bag she approached the door, she looked at him with a sarcastic smile "Ah, I've done threesomes, put it on the list of disappointments."

And with that she left the house. The pale skinned one sighed, drawing everyone's attention.

"Where are you going, hyung?" Jimin's sweet voice brought some peace to the tense situation.

Without looking at him, Yoongi headed for the door as well “I'll go find her. It's late, I don't want something to happen to her”.

"Let me know when you find her." He and Seokjin shared a nod before he left the house. The older of the group turned his head towards the leader "Nam, I can't believe you say that to her."

“Hyung, it was my fault. I kissed her” The other protagonist of the drama confessed looking at how his fingers played between them. He looked up at the youngest rapper in the room "I started it all, it wasn't her fault. After having se-..." He swallowed so hard his throat hurt when the older one glared at him "... doing that she felt very bad about what happened, she even cried".

"Was that why you didn't talk to each other for a whole month?" Jhope shifted instead so he could focus on his donsaeng better "That was in...2010? If I remember correctly" When he nodded Jimin pulled his little hands out of his hoodie pockets and started counting on his fingers, he gasped widening his eyes in surprise.

"You were sixteen and she was fifteen, you were very young."

This time it was Seokjin who gasped as he hit the boy sitting next to him on the shoulder "You perverted my baby!" He brought his hand to his chest in a dramatic "My poor baby."

"Well, it seems that she is not much of a saint either" Jimin's laugh sounded like one of a schoolgirl excited by some rumor.

"No...let's not talk about this anymore" The voice of the dimpled one interrupted the light atmosphere that Jimin and Jin had managed to create to ease the tension. As soon as he spoke the air became thick again. He glared at them from his spot "We won't tell anyone, but I don't want to see Taehyung and Arabella alone. We'll have to keep our eyes open."

"Hyung" Daegu's boy whimpered like a regretful puppy, he opened his mouth to explain that his relationship with Bella was no longer like that but the sound of the eldest Kim's cell phone interrupted him.

The name of the other boy from Daegu was written on the screen when Jin took the phone out of his pocket, quickly accepted the call and put it on the speaker.

"Have you found her? Is she okay?" Hoseok was the first to speak, approaching his hyung almost sitting on top of Jimin, who complained.

"No, I've gone to her apartment but she's not there. I've called some of her friends but Venus won't pick it up, Sunmi is in Japan and Mark says he has no idea pf whre she can be. I can't think of who else to call, I'm going to that coffee shop that she like so much but I doubt she is there. "

Taehyung bit his lower lip bringing his face closer to the phone while the others shared worried glances "Maybe she went to some party, maybe she's at Red sunbaenim's nightclub."

"Jigoku? Nah, it's closed today. I looked at it on their schedule on Google" The wind sounded strong making Yoongi have to raise his voice so they were able to hear him, he frowned when he got to the cafeteria and saw that It was closed. He looked at the time on his rolex, of course it was closed, it was one thirty in the morning. He let out a sigh "The cafeteria is closed."

"Maybe she went to one of our apartments, we all have keys" Jimin shrugged trying to come up with a solution.

"Why would she go to one of our houses having her own?" Yoongi's kick came off the phone again "Yah, Park Jimin that's so stupid."

The grey haired boy made a mini pout "I just wanted to help."

"I think it's not a bad idea, we should at least go check it out" Jin said while Hoseok stroked Park's arm trying to comfort him.

Jungkook got up from his place, all eyes were directed to him since he had not said anything at any time. Namjoon, who had also remained silent, frowned as he saw the maknae disappear down the hall and a few seconds later he returned with his keys in hand.

"Where are you going?".

The smallest of the group looked at him without any expression "To fix your mistake" And then he went out the door making him sigh, he brought his face against his hands.

"These kids are going to kill me one day."

A few minutes later Jungkook found himself in the elevator of the expensive and luxurious apartment building in which the group lived. He ran a hand through his hair in frustration, he was angry and hurt but mostly confused. He liked Arabella, fuck liking. He was in love with Arabella Lee and knowing that she had slept with Taehyung didn't help his feelings, of course. He clenched the bunch of keys in his hands, not only was he angry at Arabella, Taehyung and himself but he was also angry at Namjoon. How dare he call her a whore when she looked at him as if he painted the stars and hung the moon in the sky? Namjoon was one of the people Arabella loved the most in this world but he had to open his big mouth while he seeing everything red.

He sighed trying to relax when he started to shiver with anger, he decided to think of something else like where he could find the girl. He got out of the elevator when it opened letting him see the garage full of expensive cars, he went to his but something made him stop in the way. He looked at the green sign that indicated the stairs and below these a panel with the number of floors in the building, a little light came on over his head when he read the word rooftop.

She loved the rooftops, she loved to go up to smoke while she saw the views that the city of Seoul could offer.

"I got you" He smiled and went back to the elevator, pressing the button that led to the top floor, when he reached it he went to the stairs that led to the rooftop. He opened the door and immediately found her, there she was smoking a cigarette exactly as he had predicted.

He sighed again, this time remembering the last time the two of them met on a rooftop. He mentally cursed before approaching her, he gave her a small smile when she looked up and their eyes locked. She did not answer him but after a few seconds observing him without saying anything she got up releasing the white tube and throwing herself at his arms, it was not long until he felt his shirt get wet. He stroked her back lovingly, letting her cry.

"Shh, I got you. Everything is okay" He kissed her hair ignoring the bitter feeling that began to rise in the back of his throat.

[lokis-astvinur]

Follow You.

One Shot: Loki x Reader.

Prompt: You only see colours when you are in love... or not.

Word Count: 1686.

Warnings: language and fight.

You sighed tiredly you couldn't feel your body, you were sore and you wanted to finish training right there and then.

"C'mon, HYDRA won't give you much time to recover," Bucky hissed.

"Can you calm down for a second?" you asked, tiredly.

"Stand. UP." Bucky snarled.

"God, you're impossible," you cried.

Bucky launched himself into you and you avoided his fists, you jumped and flipped around kicking and punching, Bucky avoided each of your movements. You growled slamming hard into his chest with your knee, he fell back and stood to hit you, you jumped and punched, he stopped your hands and you fell back. You growled and kicked him doing a flip which ended with you flying across the room when Bucky grabbed your leg and launched you away. Your side hurt and you let out a cry.

"Ouch," you heard across the room. Steve and Sam watching.

"I can't," you cried, sore and tired.

"Stand up," Bucky snarled, walking to you.

"Bucky, I can't," you object.

"STAND UP," he shouted.

You cried, tears filling your eyes but stood up, you prepared yourself to be kicked again.

"Enough," Loki snarled, behind you. You jumped and let yourself fall on your ass. Loki appeared out of nowhere and stopped Bucky.

"She needs to train," Bucky said.

"She's done," Loki replied, helping you stand.

"You're not her mentor," Bucky spat.

Loki smiled sweetly at you and murmured a low "wait", he kissed your forehead softly and spun around punching Bucky straight in the face and made him fall a few feet away.

"Loki!" you shouted, shocked.

"Son of a bitch!" Bucky growled, rushing to hit him back but Sam and Steve stopped him.

"Hey, hey," Sam said.

"We are not doing this," Steve tried to calm them down.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" Bucky growled, pissed off.

"You need to rest," Loki murmured to you. He carried you away and you gave Bucky, Sam and Steve an apologetic look. Ever since Bucky rejected you a year ago Loki has been protective of you. You were close friends, besties you always said. Loki supported and helped you as much as he could and he even started joining your team on missions. The last mission didn't go well, Bucky and you argued and you ended bleeding. Bucky was a good friend and you knew at some point he had a crush on you. You heard him that's why when he rejected you it hurt but you decided to let it go.

Now, looking at Loki adding bath salts and a bath bomb in the tube made you smile. You liked Loki more than you should but you wouldn't say a thing. Loki had made clear he would never be with a Midgardian.

"You shouldn't have punched him," you murmured.

"He is a dick," Loki growled.

"Don't be too harsh on him," you whispered, stroking his arm.

"He broke your heart," Loki hissed, clearly upset.

"That was long ago," you murmured, "plus, I forgave him," you added.

"Have your bath," Loki said, "I'll come back with dinner, you need to rest,"

He left you alone and you relaxed in the hot water. He even added your essentials oils, he cared. You thought about the nights you spent with Loki. The date nights around downtown, the cinema nights, the watching the stars night, karaoke nights, walk in the park and sit with hot chocolate in your hands. God, you loved Loki, endlessly.

"He didn't mean to hurt you," Steve said, sweetly.

"I know," you smiled, "Loki can be cutthroat sometimes," you murmured.

"Loki wants to protect you," Steve added.

"He punched Bucky," you said.

"80 times," Steve smirked and you laughed.

"He said Bucky broke my heart so he wants to break his limps," you joked.

"And I would help him," Steve joked. You smiled. "Loki loves you,"

"Steve, don't," you murmured.

"Listen for a second," Steve said.

"I know what you want to say but it's not real," you interrupted.

"Loki," Steve said.

"Yes?" Loki asked, from the door.

"Loki!" you called. Loki walked to your bedside and left a package on your lap. You opened the package and smiled, more books, "thank you,"

"You mentioned you wanted them," Loki murmured.

You nodded and you caught a glimpse of Steve smiling suggestively, you rolled your eyes.

"Loki," Steve said, "A friend asked if you wanted to join dinner with us?"

"No," Loki answered.

"You sure?" Steve continued, "She's the blonde..."

Loki cut him off, "No," he focused on you, "Anything else you need?"

"Sweetcheeks is coming, too," Steve added. Loki inspected you for a second.

"Okay," Loki said, "I will take you to the place,"

"But," you murmured.

"But nothing," Steve added, "I'll see you the location,".

You bounced from one leg to another, you waited for Loki in the living room. Barton has already joked about the two of you and you knew he was trying to contact Tony.

"Wow," you heard Sam behind you.

"Sam!" you smiled.

"You look amazing," Sam said, making you spun around.

"Thank you," you murmured, shyly. Wanda picked the outfit for you. A jean black dress, converse and a dark green and gold coat. "Are you coming?"

"Oh," Sam murmured, "I'll see you there, got to pick up flowers," he half grinned.

"Let's go," Loki said, fixing his watch. Your mouth fell open, he wore black tux trousers hugging his long legs, a white shirt, a black tie and a leather jacket, perfectly polished shoes.

"Damn," Sam murmured.

"Let's... let's go," you babbled.

Loki opened your car door and you walked into the nice restaurant. He gave Steve's name and the waiter walked you to your seats. A table for two.

"But Steve..." you murmured.

"Ah," Loki sighed, checking his phone, "Rogers had to cancel, the ladies weren't feeling alright,"

"All of them?" you asked, unamused.

"He said we left early so they didn't want to ruin our night," Loki added.

You nodded at him and ordered some wine. You waited for your food while Loki went quickly to the restroom. You texted Steve telling him you would kill him if you caught a glimpse of him. He laughed and said you would thank him later.

Whatever Steve had in mind did not happen. You stormed in the living room to your quarters while Loki shouted behind you.

"What happened?" Steve asked, confused.

"Hey doll," Bucky asked, following you.

"Barnes if you touch her," Loki spat.

"Go to hell, Loki!" you yelled from the hall.

Loki growled and sat angrily on the sofa. Sam and Steve observed him and waited for him to explain what happened.

"None of your business," Loki snarled.

"We haven't said anything," Sam hissed back.

"Steve is thinking too loud," Loki growled, his body tense and he sighed.

"I'll check on her," Steve added. Sam nodded and he waited for Loki.

"But what happened?" Bucky asked, concerned.

"Loki is an ass," you growled.

"But why?" Bucky asked, again.

You denied tears filled your eyes rage taking over you, "I hate him,"

"Doll," Bucky tried to get closer.

"He said men don't find me attractive," you spat.

"What?" Bucky paled.

"What happened?" Steve walked in, checked you and sat in your bed.

"You and your stupid ideas!" you shouted.

"What did I do?" Steve asked.

"Loki," you murmured, you denied and you fell on your knees and cried.

"Oh no," Steve murmured rushing to you. He tried to calm you down and Bucky didn't know what to do.

"He didn't mean to," Steve murmured.

"Ha," you laughed, "Why whenever any man hurts me you say they don't mean to?" you spat angrily. Bucky gulped remembering a year ago, back when he did the stupidest thing ever.

"It's Loki," Steve murmured, "he follows you around,"

"He doesn't even see me as a FRIEND," you laughed, hurt.

"Loki..." Steve tried to speak.

"I love you," Loki said standing in the door.

"You don't," you babbled, confuse and hurt.

"I follow you around," Loki said, "I do whatever you do, I chase you, I do whatever you need or you wish, I do my best to make you happy," he added.

"Loki," you murmured, "If you think for a single second you can play with..." Bucky punched Loki in the face and you screamed in horror.

"You hurt her," Bucky snarled.

"You hurt her first!" Loki yelled back, ready to fight back.

"Stop, you morons!" Steve yelled.

"Get out!" you yelled, "All of you!"

"I love you," Loki said, "And I mean every word," he walked to you and kissed your forehead. He walked out alongside Steve and Bucky.

"Steve," you stopped him.

"He is not lying," Steve murmured when they left.

"What am I going to do?" you murmured.

"What do you mean?" Steve asked.

"I saw his colours," you babbled.

"He stopped hiding them from you," Steve smiled.

"Bucky," you whispered. Steve paled.

"What?" he asked.

"Both," you babbled, "Bucky and Loki have mixed colours,"

"Oh God," Steve murmured, "do you think?"

"Loki," you babbled.

"Why did you do it?" you murmured.

"I don't know," Loki murmured, "I guess I wasn't thinking,"

"You knew I liked him," you whispered.

"I thought I was only hiding mine," Loki rasped.

"Bucky," you sighed.

"I'm sorry I took him from you," Loki murmured. You could hear the sincerity in his voice.

"Do you mean it?" you asked, you looked at the stars above you.

"I think everyone knows I follow you," Loki laughed, softly.

"But.." you murmured. His lips crashed into yours and he kissed you softly as if the kiss would break you.

"You, it's always been you," Loki whispered slightly apart from you. You starred into his eyes you felt relief and then you saw them. The explosion of colours in his eyes, in his chest, in his brain, in his heart, in his soul. The colours that you saw in Wanda and Vision. Tony and Pepper. Thor and his pop-tarts.

"Colours," you babbled.

"I see them, too," Loki murmured and kissed you again.

[arhvste]

☼just until i win☼

WRITTEN CHAPTER

an - everyone say thank you atsumu <3

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y/n shuffled reluctantly over to her door and slowly opened it to reveal a concerned looking atsumu with a plastic bag in one of his hands.

nothing was said between the pair as y/n moved out the way to let him in. he placed the bag down on the coffee table nearby and turned to the girl. still nothing said between the two, atsumu pulled her into his chest as y/n sobbed quietly into his t-shirt.

after 2 minutes of y/n quietly hiccuping and allowing her tears to fall, atsumu pulled away and looked down at her sighing.

“ya know, ya really worry me sometimes.” 

y/n could only nod slightly as she wiped away the tears remaining on her cheeks as she finally registered the plastic bag on the table.

“what's that?” she mumbled gesturing towards the coffee table. 

atsumu smiled slightly and picked it up to bring to the larger dining table. 

“samu couldn't sleep till he felt like he did somethin for ya. believe it or not, he’s just as worried as me and everyone else. i had to force shouyo and bokkun not to follow me.”

guilt strung through y/n’s chest as she apologised quietly before sitting down opposite the pro player.

“don't apologise, its understandable, i’m just glad ya even opened the door for me.”

“i know you would've stood there all night if i didn't.”

atsumu smiled towards the athletics trainer and began to take out the contents inside. osamu had cooked multiple types of onigiri. ones he knew atsumu liked and ones he knew y/n liked. 

the two ate in a comfortable silence as atsumu allowed the girl to gather her thoughts. the last thing he wanted to do was pressure her into talking to him about what she was thinking and feeling. he knew she would eventually tell him anyway he had all the time in the world for her to tell him.

10 minutes of a slightly warmer atmosphere between them, y/n sniffled and turned away.

“y/n?” atsumu reached over softly.

“no -shit. i-i’m sorry. this is so pathetic i shouldn't even be crying over this, i should've seen it coming from the start.”

ah so she was in the stage of self blame.

“y/n, none of this was your fault okay?”

the girl didn't care at this point and let her tears flow down her cheeks freely as she turned back to face the artificial blonde.

“yeah b-but if i’d just maybe gotten through to him better or maybe just i don't know -broken up with him, none of this would've happened!”

the setter watched as he let y/n let her emotions out. he didn't plan on riling her up. he needed her to get out whatever she was holding in so he could get through to her on a clearer mind.

“y/n, listen to me.”

stopping her quiet sobs for a moment, y/n looked up at a very genuine looking atsumu.

“i get yer a people pleaser and you’d rather take responsibility when somethins not even yer fault but, none of this was yer fault.” atsumu watched as y/n visibly relaxed at the sound go his voice.

this was a start.

he sighed and took her hands into his one and gave them a light squeeze.

“but, i don't believe this was oikawa’s either.”

y/n’s eyes widened slightly as she opened her mouth to object but atsumu didn't give her the chance.

“ah- i know ya probably think i’m just sayin that to stop you from arguing anymore but listen to me.”

the girl relaxed back into her chair, and nodded slightly for atsumu to continue.

“i know ya don't want to look at the picture, in fact its probably the last thing yer gonna wanna look at, but from what it looks to me, its one-sided. ya can tell he’s clearly uncomfortable and in shock.’

y/n frowned slightly trying to remember the awful photo but her memory was so blurred from the strong emotion and endless tears she couldn't actually remember oikawa’s expression in the photo.

“he still met up with her though.” 

atsumu sighed and ran a hand through his slightly messy hair.

“yeah but personally i think he did the right thing. i know its gonna be hard to see things from his point of view but, he handled this well. sure, he wasn't flawless when it came to communication with ya but ya gotta give him some credit for going out his way. he has a lot going on right now and the last thing he probably wanted was a twitter war between his fans, reporters, her fans and herself. seeing her in person was probably one of the best ways to make it clear he wanted nothin to do with her.”

y/n didnt speak for a few moments as she registered what the boy in front of her had just said. yeah it was easy to get angry at how the situation had turned out but was that really all oikawa’s fault. 

“atsumu-” y/n began with a shaky breath.

“i get that you’re trying to help me but what you don't know is that he tried to turn this on us. he accused me of cheating with you even though his only source of evidence was fake tabloids that have obviously reached for any material they can to feed off our names. like i said to him, how can he accuse me of cheating when he has no evidence but there’s actual evidence of him with another girl and he’s insistent i believe that he’s been faithful to me.” 

atsumu raised an eyebrow to this. oikawa really read those stupid tabloids? they were obviously fake, hell, the same reporters had even written a few tabloids linking him to sakusa much to the latters disgust. 

“but is that picture really evidence? i mean, from what it looks like he’s not into it and she’s the one initiating it. i’m not sayin what he said was fair but he’s probably frustrated and panickin. i’m not tellin ya to forgive him right now, but try to talk to him again when you've got yer thoughts together a bit more. it’s not fair to argue with him while yer both under a lot of pressure and emotions. i know for a fact that boy loves ya and ya know it too, ive never seen such a sappy and gross couple before whether yer like it or not this isn’t somethin yer gonna break up over.”

y/n hated to admit it but atsumu was right. maybe she had been a little unfair to pounce at oikawa straight away and hardly give him the chance to explain fully what had happened. had she been stupid enough to forget that oikawa struggles with stress and pressure and was prone to breaking down when things got to much.

a new wave of guilt washed over the girl as she closed her eyes and brought her head down to her knees.

“i feel awful now, oh my- i don't even want to imagine how he’s feeling right now fuck.”

atsumu stood up and crouched down in front of the now panicking y/n.

“look at me.”

glassy eyes stared into atsumu’s.

“we’ll try and get ya to meet him tomorrow, even if ya talk over the phone or somethin, but not tonight, it’s late and yer both need to rest yeah? i’ll stay on yer couch tonight but ya should get ready for bed and try to sleep.”

y/n thanked her lucky stars that she’d been blessed enough to have someone like miya atsumu storm into her life. 

she nodded and shuffled to her room to get ready as atsumu wandered over to the couch with a satisfied smile.

after 5 minutes, y/n came back to bid the setter a goodnight and an offer to return back to his room.

“nah, don't wanna leave ya just in case ya wake up stressed or somethin, i’ll be here i’m not going anywhere just call me if ya need me.”

y/n smiled and gave the setter a tight hug.

“thanks tsumu. you’re a lifesaver.”

“i know.”

the girl laughed slightly and pulled away before muttering one last good night to the boy who nodded and waved back smiling.

things had been rough today sure, but atsumu had managed to force her to see things from oikawa’s point of view and even take majority of the balme off of him. she was still angry sure, but things were different now. the anger totally directed towards oikawa had been redirected to herself and sakai but y/n could live with that.

the same way oikawa promised to fix things, y/n made a silent promise to herself that she too would fix things. she just had to wait for a new day to do it properly, the worst had passed all she could do now was move forward and the girl decided to take her first step that very second as she grabbed her phone.

just until i win

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Were there any episodes in season 3 where you felt they could've been written better? I'm only asking because I had some ideas I wanted to share with people about fixing them since, to me, the season started becoming a mess around The Phantom and the Sorceress. And the episodes don't need to be outright bad, there could just be parts in it you didn't like.

Oof. I've been a bit loud and obnoxious about certain episodes for sure 😅 I'll try to briefly sum up a few.

Also I'm just gonna say, some of these are just I don't like what they did rather than any huge fundamental problems like the finale.

Also disclaimer. This is not an attack on anyone who likes these episodes! Nobody has to agree with me! If you like these episodes cool! Glad you got something out of it! This is just Tombs being a nit pick loud mouth.

Rumble for Ragnarok

I can't complain too much about this one as it was still entertaining. Norse is part of my heritage and I'm a fan of the mythology which was on full display this episode. My only real issue this episode is that the message gets a little lost at least on me. And then two is I think out of all the episodes this one is the one that could absolutely be thrown out without losing anything really important. Trade this episode for something different. Something more important.

The Forbidden Fountain of the Forever Glades

Scrooge's behavior and leaving Webby in the jungle was painful to watch. (Much as I don't like the finale twist, the twist actually makes this episode worse.) [Also so much for Goldie's "fresh start" when in Split Sword of Swanstitine later showed she once again attempted to double cross Scrooge. Yeah. Fresh start. Totallyyyy.] Goldie is a fun character and I can't hate her too much. The episode has its merits and definitely still think this episode should be around but Scrooge's behavior here really kills me. Thankfully at the end he does better but ugh. It's low on the overall ranking for me based on how he behaves and treats Webby.

New Gods on the Block

I actually really love this episode but Storkules was pissing me off too much 😂 Nit pick for sure. I love this himbo but got dangit he was making me so mad. I get it was kinda important for the overall plot but come on we got so little Donsy content that it was frustrating that he was so intrusive.

The First Adventure

Nit picking again. I think it's kinda random how in the span of a few hours a hard ass like Scrooge went from "my obnoxious niece and nephew" to "my heirs and beloved family." I guess it's possible but not a fan of that kind of writing. For me it would make more sense that they had several adventures or at least more time with them before they became "his heirs" in his eyes. Extreme nit picking on my part though, the episode isn't bad at all really. Also no Hortense and Quackmore. Yes they were named. (Or she was) No we never got to see them. Rude! This was actually a really good episode though overall again I just have some minor nit picks.

The Fight for Castle McDuck

Okay this one is also kind of a nit pick but it's more like based on the episode's timing. I think it is absolutely ridiculous that Webby "Knower of all things Clan McDuck" has no idea that a family of Scots fights a lot. I can somewhat forgive it though as she's young and isn't as familiar with this side of the family in the flesh. But it's so weird how this late into the show we're seeing this?? I think I would have liked this episode more if it had popped up earlier into season 3 rather than so late? It just was a kinda weird episode and not the most enjoyable but the timing I think made it worse. Also the no mention of Hortense again. Referring to Matilda as the youngest when that's supposed to be Hortense? It's really not the worst episode. It just feels a bit off to me and again to me mostly the timing of it. Could have been better, could have been worse.

How Santa Stole Christmas

THROW THIS EPISODE INTO THE FUCKING GARBAGE. HATE HATE HATE IT. THIS ONE ACTUALLY MAKES ME RAGE.

This episode is actually worse for me than the finale. Literally I consider this episode the worst in the series. I just hate it!!!

I hate that this episode was about Scrooge and Santa. I really don't give a fuck why Scrooge hates Santa and this story in no way compelled me. (Also why was Scrooge and Santa's dialog weirdly shippy??? Thanks to this episode got another huge NOtp, "scranta" is gross, sorry, hate it. Absolutely cannot board that ship at all, I have the tag blocked.) I see absolutely no reason why this was the story we got when there was literally an option to follow up The Last Christmas now that Della was finally home????? MISSED OPPORTUNITY!!! I hate the weird crazy ass capitalist message going on throughout the episode, I get Scrooge is a capitalist himself but he didn't change from this episode? He walked away from Jennifer's obvious poverty life and went "ah as long as she's happy" instead of I don't know, maybe a message about helping the less fortunate??

Look maybe I'm just bitter from my own life. I've lived in extreme poverty my whole life. My parents home has literally looked so much liked the ruined place Jennifer lived in during the episode. And I live in Alaska so I KNOW COLD. I know how it feels to go cold for days on end, no food, no water, nothing. Extreme poverty. Scrooge could have done something. He wasn't like Donald who doesn't have much either. He's a freaking billionaire. He could have helped. And instead the message he walked away with is "if you're happy life is fine" or something. Whatever the message that was supposed to be from this episode is completely lost on me because all I see is a miserable rich old miser who hates letting kids have fun and won't help someone in need. Absolute garbage episode. I really wish they had instead just followed up on The Last Christmas. Or had some kind of family centric episode at least! I seriously fucking hate this episode so much. I would legit erase this episode if I could it is the WORST.

The Lost Cargo of Kit Cloudkicker

Nit pick again. Didn't love what they did with Kit. Okay I get the idea he grew up to idolize Baloo so he turned out more like him. It...wasn't great. Didn't like that much at all. Felt like they just tried to shove Kit into a DT87/DWD Launchpad mold. I didn't love that Baloo and Kit's relationship was mentioned weirdly casually? Like Kit called himself Baloo's sidekick??? Except in Talespin Kit calls him Papa Bear??? Also great, got another tag to block from this episode, the delkit ship. Not a fan, thanks.

Kinda weird for me with this episode I didn't really catch the meaning of it. To me it felt like the message was "defy expectations...by meeting them." It didn't really click and I kinda hated it for that plus the weird characterization of Kit. Actually I was on Twitter and someone was complaining about this episode and I responded in agreement and then FRANK REPLIED TO US 😅😅😅. Frank explained that the point was more of "if you're good at something, don't give it up" rather than "you can do anything you set your mind to" type message that appears a lot in kids media. (Also Frank please don't look at me when I'm criticizing the show 😂😂😂😂😭 I promise overall I do love it I'm just a loud mouth when I don't like something some times 😅)

After Frank explained that it did click a little better and I can see the message a bit more clearly. But I'm still not really in love with this episode like I wanted to be. I freaking love Talespin so that was a bummer. But as I've said a dozen times. I'm mostly nit picking my personal opinion.

The Life and Crimes of Scrooge McDuck

Another one I wanted to like more than I actually did. And mostly this boils down to Louie having to apologize to Doofus when Doofus is the one who's like some wild sociopath or something. I get it Louie hasn't been completely innocent towards Doofus. He did try to use him and con him but Doofus flat out has tried to hold him captive and torture and even kill him. Doofus' sins outweigh Louie's. Louie having to apologize to prevent the tension and all just...feels like victim blaming? This one is harder for me to describe why I don't like it and I think others have explained it better than me. I think it could have been better if Louie AND Doofus both apologized and agreed to start over and let what happened between them before be water under the bridge. At least this way they're equals? Maybe it wouldn't have been the best fix but I feel it would have been better than Canon. This one I don't want to call a nit pick. This one feels like there is something fundamentally wrong with it but I struggle to explain. Mostly other than that though I think the episode was fine. A little weird that the karma court scale needed to be told the villains hearts rather than able to just know them (mostly looking at the Ma Beagle one here) but that part is more nit pick.

And finally...The Last Adventure

I have things I love about it. The individual character moments. The references and call backs. The music. This finale was clearly made with love and care.

But that damn Webby clone daughter thing twist changes things. I know some people say it doesn't but to me it does! I feel it messed with the family dynamic and the characters in a needless way. I feel it didn't add anything to but rather did take away from. I don't wanna say too much on it as there's already been so much talk on it so in keeping it brief- not a fan, didn't like, why the hell, no.

The thing with Bradford kinda threw me off too. His logic and insistence on not being a villain made him so interesting. He was truly a villain to rival Scrooge. Then in my opinion he was pushed into a weird middle ground. He didn't feel like he completely abandoned what he previously stood on but also didn't go full villain either? I get a villain like Bradford isn't easy. The writers have to truly bring their all for someone like him. But Bradford suddenly getting armor and the Split Sword and becoming a battling giant was kinda ????? inducing. Threw me for a bit of a loop. I probably need to watch this episode a few more times before I finally settle on where I sit with the Bradford thing but at least at this time I just feel kinda mixed on it. Maybe I missed something there.

Other nit picks from the finale. Donald's writing was a little weird, he sounded like he was going on vacation but then Della said he was moving out and Donald talked like "well you have the boys and Uncle Scrooge..." it just really sounds like he's leaving the family?????????? Especially at a time like this? Rude! I mean yes somebody please get this man a vacation but the writing here left me kinda confused and there is no reason Donald would ever just leave and act like "oh well their mom is back so my work here is done." Nope. DADnald for life.

Lena and Webby never getting shown to have made up after their fight. I imagine the giving June and May the friendship bracelets kinda implies it but come on. Even just a hug would have been good. Also...why are they giving up their friendship bracelets??? Confused, not a fan.

And also...in addition to the Clone twist, I really don't love that April, May, and June were all clones instead of Daisy's nieces. I really wanted to get to see them in the show and now I just feel like thanks I hate it! I admire the guts to make a twist like this and all but I really hate it.

Overall please let me say I LOVE Ducktales. The show as a whole to me is a huge important thing I love. This isn't an attack on anyone who likes these episodes. I am just once again being loud and obnoxious with my own opinions and nit picks and things I just would have liked to see or not see.

no idea if any of this rambling answers your question Anon but here you go. Hope it works.