#and like that's against the rules i guess? hell if i know anymore

[katyspersonal]

Idk why you get hate when your blog is one of the most honest i have come across and your lore posts are so meta that i don’t even think most bb youtubers have discovered what you have lol. Y’all just got jealous haters.

It is far not the first time I've heard explanation that people are just jealous, really :') 👍 Like... That Alfred-chan (aka Clod Frollo) simply hated me and was jealous and latched onto the first chance to justify the unending wish to remove me is painfully apparent at this rate. Inventing up bigotry, harm and opinions that were never there to get the chance to declare someone you hate a "witch" is the oldest trick in the book! If you convince people the person is bad and harmful, you are automatically justified to treat them however you want.

It might be my lore, because they were really mad at the fact that I write essays on multiple occasions? Like, they try to paint it as me "having no life" or "being mad", but. dude. dude you are projecting. If the only way you could write essay on a topic you care about is abandoning all your chores and needs and/or getting mad at someone, then I have bad news for your intellect? :/ This is a very common attitude from people that cannot say anything interesting on their own and just post the same two-sentence brainlet takes about how much male characters/fans suck or how their [LGBT headcanon] is the only true interpretation and everyone who disagrees can't analyse media. 🤔 So how can they feel better about not having as many interesting headcanons or good theories? They've picked the low-effort way - to attempt destroying the value of "lore essays" by painting them as a bad thing! I will be real tho - they've gotten like, two asks about their headcanons in a lifetime (both about the same character, ironically) and shown that they CAN post something good when they want to, so eventually it is the matter of choosing low-effort way. Destroying is easier than creating!

It could also be freedom, and honesty, like you said. Some people's only trump card is being """good"""! Some people think if they put 'transphobes DNI' in their bio and regularly seek to call out bigotry that isn't here they are automatically a good person who is now allowed to stalk, harass, be toxic in general and push even genuinely innocent people under the bus. But I do not have to compensate for lack of personality and latch onto any ideology or activism - I am already a pretty awesome and interesting individual on my own. 😎 Not to mention how they have to put on the hard show of fighting "for the common good" to keep their following engaged, meanwhile I still have very genuine and deep support even despite my honest fuck-ups (forget the fabricated accusations!). I don't have any other theory than them knowing (maybe subconsciously) that by surrounding themselves by witch-hunters ideological soldiers, they've trapped themselves in the situation where if THEY fuck up - their "fans" will turn on them, if not cancel them. Building following based on ideology instead of shared interest (or one's own unique radiant personality, like mine 😎) is the worst thing you can do to yourself. Because... guess what? Correct, because that sort of people eats their own.

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I'd appreciate no more personal asks like this for some time, because I genuinely start to feel guilty talking about myself so much (in my personal blog.... hmmm logical...). But again, kids, remember - you must make your worth with cool shit like talent, great personality traits, positively encouraging others, etc and not in ideology and making up witches you could "defeat". That person has the capacity by having some nice ideas, being able to craft stuff, drawing. They could easily win all the supporters they've lost back and outgrow me by LARGE merit if they apologised, admitted mistakes and committed to cultivating positive emotions, discussions and content. It is basically so easy and it is so much cringe to take so many Ls because of jealousy and obsession?

[sweeterlovers]

HIS LOSS / LANDO NORRIS + JACOB ELORDI

lando norris x piastri reader + reader x jacob elordi / SMAU

FACE CLAIM / hadar lavy

WARNINGS / cheating!

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user6 WHAT WHAT

user78 holy shit bro

user0 no more papaya rules….

user2 LMFAOOOO

user613 mclaren garage bout to be real awkward

user8 the DRAMAAA

user03 SINCE WHEN WAS LANDO DATING SOMEONE???

user836 where have u been????????

user5 bro i don’t know.. i didn’t even know oscar had a sister 😭😭

user6782 you’ve been living under a rock

user111 what the actual hell

user3 his loss i guess

user521 i don’t even know anymore

user778 landoscar 😭💔

user89 well that’s over with

user2000 anyways Y/N deserves better

user58 welp!

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y/n.piastri well it’s just me and my stuffed animals against the world 🙂

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user2 girl you deserve better

user57 wait the stuffed animals are so cute

user05 i know 🥹 what are their names???

y/n.piastri well the octopus is named mimi and the kitty is named princess mellow!

user267 awww

yourbsf anyways your so hot wtf

y/n.piastri 😘😘😘😘 ilyyyyyyyyy

user9 stop she looks so sad :(((

user2 i wonder why….

user88 i wish i looked that good after getting cheated on

user892 the fact that he’s still liking her posts….

user0 ugh he’s so icky

user83 i hope she can still come to the paddock and support oscar!!!

user543 me too!!! we may have to wait a bit for that tho

user452 🙁🙁🙁🙁🙁

user362 your so pretty!!!

oscarpiastri why are mimi and princess mellow so far apart?

y/n.piastri idk they need space

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yourbsf

ok y/n you’ve been sitting in your room for the past week, you need to get out and go party!!!

y/n

i’m not in the mood

yourbsf

ok well i don’t really care!

y/n

?????

yourbsf

go get ready! i’m picking you up and we are going to the club!!!!!!!

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y/n.piastri 🍾🪩⚡️

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yourbsf HOTTIE

y/n.piastri LOVE U CUTIE

user3 okkkk i see youu

user0 you look soooo good

user67 revenge outfit 🔥🔥🔥

user1 party girl era?????

user56 imagine she goes to a party and sees lando as the dj

user9 i would die

user267 this post is chaotic and put together at the same time

user78 you look amazing!!!!!!

user566 😻😻😻😻😻😻😻

user6 i want to party with y/n piastri

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my dear brother 🤧🤧

how was the club?

y/n

it was alright

my dear brother 🤧🤧

did you meet anyone?

y/n

nope!

my dear brother 🤧🤧

i’m sorry, if it makes you feel better i can run him over!

y/n

it’s whatever, but i wouldn’t be made if you “accidentally” crashed into him

my dear brother 🤧🤧

noted

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y/n.piastri i was going to wear this to the club but i changed 👍

comments on this post have been limited!

user9 jacob elordi in the likes????

user0 oooooo!!!!

oscarpiastri 👌👌👌

yourbsf you look good either way!!!!!

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jacobelordi

hey! i know this might seem weird but i’m in australia visiting my family and i’m free and i was wondering if i could take you out on a date?

y/n.piastri

are you being for real?

jacobelordi

yes?

y/n.piastri

sorry this was just unexpected! but i would love to go out with you!

jacobelordi

great! i’ll dm you the details

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user6 WHAT

user78 ok girl!!!!

user10 looking gorgeous!

user2 i’m glad your moving on from lando <33

user9 yeah he’s a 🚩🚩🚩

user34 most of the drivers are 😭

user16 true

user57 gorg!!!

yourbsf i see you!!!!! 👀

y/n.piastri LMFAO

yourbsf well text me the details…

y/n.piastri yes ma’am 🫡

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y/n.private lately with me 😘😘

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yourbsf cuties!!!!

jacobelordi what is that second picture?

y/n.private it’s a picture of you with a bow edited on you! 🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀🎀

jacobelordi did you do that?

y/n.private yes!!!!

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user3 SOFT LAUNCH??

user88 i know!!!

user00 anyone know who the guy is?

user2 i think it’s jacob elordi cause he’s been liking her posts

user7 idk but @oscarpiastri & @yourbsf may!

oscarpiastri maybe 🤷

yourbsf i can’t disclose such information

user675 😻😻😻😻

user013 the last photo 👀👀👀

user4 and the first one! they seem so cute together 😊

user37 ok but she looks sooo pretty in the second pic

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user56 my husband 😖😖😖😖

user78 i can’t have anything 🪦

user0034 😍😍😍😍😍

user4 she kinda reminds me of rapunzel in the second photo!

user00 ok but they’re kinda cute together

user3 i guess…. i’m kinda salty about it

user6 like you had a chance??? side eye 😒

user002 who even is she?

user23 she’s the sister of a Australian f1 driver (oscar piastr)

user22 ok i see him!

user46 love to see a fellow aussie

user378 🇦🇺🇦🇺🇦🇺🇦🇺🇦🇺🇦🇺🇦🇺🇦🇺🇦🇺

user402 and the kangaroos 🦘 🦘

y/n.piastri you beat me to the hard launch ☹️☹️

jacobelordi i’ll make it up to you :)

user4002 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩

oscarpiastri i swear if you hurt her…

jacobelordi you’ll run me over with your race car

oscarpiastri bingo!

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user3 cute!!!

jacobelordi love you baby

y/n.piastri yeah yeah i love u too

user03 🤗🤗🤗

user77 an upgrade!!!!

user49 damn…..

user00 🇦🇺 🦘

user622 the flowers 😻😊

user08 i know!!! so cute!

oscarpiastri cute.

yourbsf CUTIES I LOVE LOVE 💗💗

y/n.piastri THANK YEWWW

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SWEETERLOVERS - sorry that took my so long to write 😭

[wonuwonder]

toast rule — jeon wonwoo (m)

content: wonwoo smut, fem reader x wonwoo, semi-public sex (bathroom), unprotected sex (pls wrap it), non relationship, anything else lmk!! 1.7k words

an: minors dni. not proof read! kinda rushed it so will be correcting mistakes later, lowercase intended. english is not my first language.

“you know there’s a saying, that if you avoid eye contact during a toast you’ll have bad sex for seven years” you say jokingly, you had gone out to some fancy restaurant for Soonyoung’s birthday, your best friend. some of your friends were mutual, and they were here as well as his own friends, which you knew a couple of them.

one of his friends, whom you’d always had seem to have some sort of tension with, Wonwoo; stares directly at you from across the table, smirks and, leans closer, extending his glass of wine to the middle of the table, and says;

“guess I better do it right” he locks his eyes with yours, and toasts your glasses together while the others do the same, you both stare directly at each other while taking a sip, and when you finish, he adds “cheers” his gaze going from your eyes to your red lips, and so on.

for the rest of the night, you become more aware of his presence, exchanging glances while pretending to pay attention to the conversation going on at the table. you catch him staring at you a couple of times, and he catches you doing the same, smirking everytime he does.

after a while, you feel something slightly brushing your leg, you quickly dismiss it, but then you feel it again, and again, shifting in your seat, you look under the table while trying not to move around so much, and you notice it wasn’t something, but someone doing it. you look up, and find him again, smirking at you, biting his lower lip as if trying to hold in his laugh, you glare back at him, and then look around the table to see if anyone had noticed you two bickering, but as you both were the last on each row at the table, no one was really paying attention.

“i’ll be back in a sec” you say to Seokmin, who was sitting next to you, all flustered, you glare at him again and get up from the table, heading towards the bathroom.

you look at yourself in the mirror and fix your hair, hell, you looked hot, wearing a little black dress that hug your curves perfectly, with just the perfect amount of cleavage, you’re about to put your red lipstick on when you see Wonwoo, entering the bathroom, quickly finding your gaze in the mirror.

“hey, what are you doing here?“ you ask as he gets to you, turning around, he’s standing in front of you —towering over you.

“looking for you, i got bored at the table” he gets closer, and brushes a strand of hair out of your face and rests his hand on your jaw, he leans towards your now exposed ear and says “wasn’t fun anymore if you weren’t there to look at” he continues, lifting your chin up, you can’t help but stare at his lips and his piercing onyx like eyes, as he does the same to you

“you weren’t so bad to look at yourself either” you say back playfully, intertwining your arms around his neck.

he grabs you by the hips and tugs you against him, making you whimper under his touch, already turned on by the sudden interaction, he leans closer, pushing you against the counter, while pressing his hips against yours, he brushes the hair out of your neck, but before kissing you he asks “may i?”, you nod, giving him the confirmation that you were as needy as he was, and honestly, you’d been wanting this since the night started.

he kisses your neck sofly, leaving a trail of kisses from the back of your ear, all the way to your clavicle.

“wonwoo…” you say lowering your voice, and he stops to look at you again, you heard people walking towards the bathroom, “anyone could walk in here any moment” he doesn’t think twice as he’s already pulling you towards the last stall in the bathroom, locking the door behind him just in time as people come inside the bathroom.

he stares back at your frame, all pressed up in that tiny little black dress you had decided to wear for tonight, that made your legs look endless, and hugged every inch of your body tight, which had been driving him crazy the minute he saw you walk into the restaurant.

“fuck it” he groans under his breath, and grabs your face kissing you hungrily, pressing you against the tiny wall, the kiss getting hotter by the second, he lowers his hands to your waist gripping you even tighter against him, you huff out a moan in response, and he quickly covers your mouth with his hand, reminding you you weren’t alone, your eyes go wide, and he grins at you, before he continues kissing you, your hands roaming all over his toned body.

his shoulders looked so wide in that white shirt that had been hugging his muscles too tight, distracting you all night. your fingers quickly start to unbotton it.

“can’t wait huh princess?” he says pulling back from attacking your neck with kisses, —that were definitely going to leave marks—

“wonwoo please touch me” you say, voice all breathy from the heat, he wastes no time doing so and pushes your dress up to your waist, revealing the tiny red lace thong you had wore tonight, he groans when he sees it, putting it to the side for easy access, his fingers dipping in your arousal, spreading all over your pussy, massaging your clit, making you gasp, one of your hands leaving his neck to cover your mouth, just in time for when he adds one finger.

“you like that baby?” he says to your ear and all you can do is nod, overwhelmed by all the pleasure, he adds another one and curls then inside of you while continuing to play with your clit with his thumb, your eyes squeezing shut at the sensation.

“fuck won-“ you manage to say, he looks at you with his darkened eyes.

your hands reach for his pants, and you unbuckle his belt almost desperately, his erection pressing hard against the fabric, you start stroking his bulge from outside his boxers, his cock painfully hard by now and he hitches a breath the moment you do.

“i need you, right now” you demand and his hand leaves your pussy, shutting your mouth with his fingers, making you taste yourself and you take his fingers gracefully, coating them with your tounge.

“i need you to keep quiet baby” he whispers as he gets his boxers down his legs along with his pants, his throbbing cock sprinting against his lower abdomen, and fuck it was huge.

you reach for it almost instantly, stroking him delightfully, his head tipping back and biting his lower lip to keep quiet.

he stares back at your pleading eyes and you say “please fuck me won” your words coming out like music to his ears, he grabs one of your legs and hoists it up behind his waist, making space for him to fit between your legs, squeezing his forearm tightly to steady yourself, he lines up against your core, his cock already leaking with pre cum, and he sinks into you harshly, both of you looking down to where your bodies connect, your forehead falling against his shoulder biting your lips to keep shut. he slowly puls out and sinks back in, picking up the pace, he starts pounding on you, you both already a mess while trying to make as less noise as possible, his mouth finds yours again, kissing you passionately, you groan against his mouth as he finds your favorite spot, you can’t hold much longer.

“won… m’gonna” you start and he grips your hip tightly with his free hand, squeezing your thigh with the other.

“me too”, he thrusts into you one more time and you both come undone, you bite his shoulder trying not to scream, and he grabs your other leg, making you wrap yourself around his waist to sit on the toilet lid, straddling him, as he was still inside you, you both ride out your highs.

he rests his head on your chest and you play with his hair, resting your cheeck on top of his head, and you stay like that for a bit, as his cum drips out of your pussy. after he pulls out, he starts to clean you up, and you both dress yourselves as better as possible to look like nothing happened.

after you’re done, you try to figure out if there’s someone still in the bathroom, pressing your ear against the tiny door, wonwoo wasting no time in looking at the way your ass cheeks looked pressed in the fabric of your dress.

“you think someone heard us?” you say, while still trying to hear if there was someone else in the bathroom, he grips your ass tightly with one of his hands, making you turn around to look at him.

“probably…” he starts, “not that i care” he says and starts kissing you again, but you shut down the kiss before it starts getting heated again.

“won we need to go back, they’re probably wondering where the hell we went” you mutter out, he steals a kiss from you again, “i’ll go see if there’s anyone here and in the hallway, so you can escape first” you leave the stall trying to look as normal as possible, while fixing your dress and examine each stall, luckily for you, you were alone, but you open the door of the bathroom, and find minghao leaving the men’s bathroom.

“hey, y/n, you okay?” he asks.

“yes! just, um lady problems” you reply, and his eyes squint, not buying any of it obviously,

“… okay, see you at the table” he says back grinning at you, and when he turns to walk away, you go inside the bathroom to free wonwoo from the stall, “you can leave now, quickly” you say and he gets out, “when you get back to the table, say you were outside smoking or something, minghao was in the bathroom, so you can’t say that” you explain and he nods, “alright, alright” you walk towards the door together, but before opening it, he turns around and says, to your ear.

“next time we do this, i want to hear every little sound from you” he bites his lips and grabs the door handle.

“what makes you think there will be a next time?” you bite back.

“the way you loved my cock” he winks at you before leaving the bathroom, with the biggest smirk on his face.

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[maxillness]

Secret Love Song || LH44 x Russell!Reader

Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, age-gap, degrading kink, praise kink, sub!lewis

Wordcount: 1.4k

“Oh, fuck. Just like that, baby” He moaned from above her. His hands were tangled in her hair as his back was pushed up against the door of his drivers room

“Your lips feel so good around me” He couldn’t stop praising her, even though he knew she was gonna be in charge when they got to her place after the race later

“Fuck, you look so pretty like this; saliva dripping down your chin, red cheeks, my cock in your mouth” His body was starting to sweat as he twitched in her mouth

“Just like that. Fucking hell, I’m gonna-“ He didn’t get to finish his sentence before he shot his hot loath down her throat

She stood up as she swallowed his cum. He zipped his trousers back up before kissing her tenderly “I’m gonna return the favour when we get to your place after the race, okay love?”

“If you win” She kissed his cheek before leaving the room. They both managed to get back to the others without being seen leaving his drivers room

“Where were you?” George asked her with a hint of concern in his voice

“I was just at the bathroom, no need to worry your pants” She chuckled as she walked over to him

“I’m just looking out for you” He said with soft eyes

“George, I’m 20, you don’t need to look out for me anymore” He had always protected her through out their childhood, he was worse then their parents

“You’re right. I’m sorry”

Normally after her and Lewis had fucked or she would have sucked him off, they would be clingy with each other. Her lips would be all over him. On his lips, cheek, neck, throat, chest, stomach, anywhere they could be, they would be

But they couldn’t this time. Nobody knew they were together, and god forbid they ever told anyone, her brother would absolutely destroy him, both on and outside the track

I wanna kiss you so bad rn

She heard the ping of the message she had sent across the garage. She looked over to Lewis who had picked up his phone. He looked over at her before typing

I want to kiss you too love, but you know we can’t <3

She knew it was true, but what if they fucked with the rules? What if they stood in the corner and it was just a little peck before going back to talk to people they were talking to before

Win the race and my lips will be all over you ;)

She smiled as she sent the text. She looked over at Lewis who was blushing hard. He was talking with Bono who looked confused at him

She could hear their conversation, but she guessed Lewis’ excuse for his slightly red cheeks would be something like it was hot in the garage

It gave her some kind of rush, knowing she was the only one to draw this kind of reaction out of him

It also made her folds wet, but she would never dare to tell him that

She spend the rest of the day in the garage, sending him texts with either different kinds of praises, promises to fuck him when he wins, or wishes about the two of them

You’re always doing so good for me

You better do good on the track, Hamilton

I’m gonna fuck you dumb when you win

I’m gonna fuck your brains out

I wish you could hold me in your arms

I wish you could kiss me before your race

Every time she sent a text, she looked over at Lewis who would just blush harder every time, if that was even possible

Her brother had questioned her multiple times who she was texting, but she would always say it was one of her friends

Like wise did he ask Lewis, who said it was either his parents, his neighbour who was sitting Roscoe, or one of his friends

Stop sending me all those text love

Why? I can see you like them <3

She looked over at him, eyes went down to his slight boner in his trousers

You drive me crazy woman

At least I fuck as good as I drive you crazy ;)

He won the race, of course. I mean, if he hadn’t my won, maybe he wouldn’t get to fuck his teammates sister

“You need a lift home?” George asked her

“No thanks, George” She didn’t give him a reason why, but he brushed it off like he was used to it

“You did so good, baby” Her hand was on his inner thigh as he drove them to her apartment. His breath was heavier as her handed hockey closer to the place where he needed her the most

“Thank you, love” He said, his words almost getting caught in his throat. Her hand started stroking his thigh, making him harder by every stroke

They had barely entered the apartment when Lewis was all over her. His hands on her waist, pulled close to him as his lips were on hers and her hands were on his ass, squeezing him every so often

“Fuck, I want to return the favour, love” His lips traveled over to her jaw

“Then get to the bedroom, Lew” Her hands traveled him to stroke his sides

“No, I want you now” He backed her back so her ass hit the dinning table “Please” His hands went to the back of her thighs, lifting her up on the table

“Lewis, we should go to the bedroom” He had already gone to his knees as she spoke

He didn’t listen to her words, he instead proceeded to pull her closer to the edge of the table. He lifted her skirt up, giving him access to pull down her panties as she bucked her hips

She gave in, and let him do what he wanted to her. He threw her panties the floor beside them before spreading her knees, giving him more access to her cunt

He pulled one of her legs over his shoulder before darting his tongue out to lick through her folds

She moaned at the contact between his tongue and her clit. He flicked over it with his tongue as he entered her with on of his fingers

As her moans started getting loud, he inserted another finger “What wouldn’t your teammate think, huh? If he knew how you fuck his little sister” He hummed at her words giving her extra pleasure

She bucked her hips into his face, grinding on his tongue she came close to her orgasm “Fuck, baby. You’re doing so good for me” Hs Eleanor’s her head back, rolling her eyes into the back of her head “Fuck, I’m gonna cum”

A few more thrusts of his fingers and flicks of his tongue, and she came around his fingers. He rode out her high before pulling out of her and standing up

She got to the ground “The bedroom, Lew” He kissed her quick before going to the bedroom

She chuckled at his eagerness. She walked into the bedroom, seeing him already stripped naked and laid on the bed

“Good. You’re already ready for me” She smirked as she walked over to him

“I’m always ready for you, love” He said pulling her into his lap. She pulled her shirt off and unhooked her bra. She threw them both to the floor

She spit in her hand, and started stroking him slow. She lined herself up with his cock, slowly pushing him in making them both moan

“Fuck, you always fill me up so good, Lew” She smirked as she started moving. She loved hearing his moans and whimpers coming from him

“You sound so pretty” She kept praising him as he started bucking his hips up into her, meeting her thrusts

He gripped her hips tighter, slamming her down onto him. Both their moans were loud and heavy as they came closer to their orgasms

“You feel so good around me. Fuck, love. I fucking love you” He spoke between his moans “Fuck, baby. I’m gonna cum, fuck, please”

Her fingers went to her clit, circling it between her fingers. Her actions pushed her closer to her orgasm

“Cum for me, baby” He came into her, holding her down onto him. Him coming into her, sent her over the edge, coming around him for the second time today

She pulled off of him, going to the bathroom to get a damp towel to clean them both up. She laid down beside him, scooting close into him under the duvet

“I love you” He sighed holding her close kissing her forehead

“I love you too” She kissed his chest laying down hearing his heartbeat

[wrathofrats]

hey.. mist with two tentacles. goodbye. -🗡

….. I’m just going to apologize for whatever this is. I got extremely carried away as usual.

Zephyr should know better than to be in dark places alone.

Or 1.7k of mist using Zeph as she pleases

Warnings for: tentacles, pretty dubious consent but it gets more enthusiastic as it goes on, stalking, predator/prey dynamics, fear play, it’s pretty fucking gratuitous monster sex.

Zephyr tended to leave the door to the tiny room cracked. A small dusty lamp illuminated the space with dingy yellow light, and the crack allowed the light from the library to flood part of the room with extra light. Not enough for the noise from the library to interrupt their work, but enough for them to actually see what they’re working on.

It was late, at least past 10. River tended to keep the library open at all hours even against imperators orders. Something about unholy knowledge being the best in the late hours of the night. But technically they were supposed to close at 7. Zephyr didn’t mind though even if they tended to be a stickler for rules. It gave them an excuse to work later in the archival room than taking their work back to their room where it would no doubt get scattered across their desk and floor.

Their back hurt hunched over the small table. Rows and rows of shelves surrounded them in the cramped space. Dust and the smell of old paper filled the stuffy air. The door creaked open wider, allowing the noise from a group of sisters to make it hard to work.

“Stupid draft” Zeph mumbled, getting up to place the door back into the proper position. He heard a rustling behind him, chocking it up to the wind caused by shutting the door.

Zephyr sat back down with a huff. They had been working for over an hour, a date with ifrit going longer than either intended. The spontaneous fire ghoul had rubbed off on them awfully, usually they would get their work down before letting anyone distract them, but if there was one person zephyr couldn’t say no to, it was ifrit.

The temperature slowly dropped about 10 degrees. Zephyr tended to run pretty cold considering they were an air ghoul and chronically ill, but it bordered on eerie, almost uncomfortable. They pulled ifrits stolen flannel around them tighter with a huff. The small inconveniences all adding up to being borderline unworkable, or they were just tired, they didn’t know.

There wasn’t much work left luckily, simply some records to sort and write down for the end of the month, left to be filed away for when zephyr had the energy to actually do it properly. There was the sound of paper moving behind them, as if something was moving around the stacks of unsorted papers.

“I fucking told bell to deal with the rat problem” they grumbled as more things shifted in the area behind the first row of shelves. They got up to look around, seeing if they could possibly scare the creatures off for long enough to finish the stupid files.

The shifting stopped when Zeph rounded the corner. A glint of white in the shadows of the shelving. Probably just sheets of new bright paper that shined at an angle. Hopefully.

The air felt different. Like the cold chill right before a storm. “Whatever” they whispered, trying to focus on finishing so they could go back to their room. The promise of a nice warm body to heat them up helping to quell the strange feeling in their chest.

The hair on the back of their neck stood. The small lamp flickering slightly. The wiring was old, probably dating back to nihil if they were to guess. They felt the itch in their skin to get the hell out of that room. Something was wrong, the floor creaked behind them.

Zephyr suddenly didn’t think they were alone anymore.

There was a chill that crawled up their spine, a hand wrapping around their face to clamp over their mouth before they had the chance to turn around.

“Hi wisp been looking for you” a voice whispered into their ear. Zephyr tried to thrash, bite so they could scream and hope River heard them.

“Now now, no need for all of that. Haven’t you ever been told you’re too pretty to be all alone out here at night?” Zephyr could feel their cold breath along their neck, the tips of sharp teeth grazing along their skin. There was an inherent warning to the ghouls tone, the promise of sunken teeth if they were to continue their movements.

Zephyr was suddenly turned around and leaned up against the wall, mouth still tightly covered. They prayed that she wouldn’t notice how rapid their heartbeat had become, something to taunt her and break their attempt as calm demeanor.

Mist stood in front of them. Pupils blown and a shark-like grin. There was always a sense of predation to her. Small and mostly kept to herself, but had a glint in her eyes that no one really wanted to mess with.

“Gotta be quiet for me my moth, wouldn’t be fair to me if I had to share you like this”

A cloth quickly replaced mists hand. Shoved far deep into their mouth to where they would gag if they moved wrong. Zephyr wondered how long she had been hiding. The creaking door, rusting of the shelves behind them. She must have been stalking them.

It’s a weird feeling honestly. Knowing that someone’s been watching you without you being aware. The knowledge that you saw all the signs and still couldn’t help but be caught. Pinned down like a butterfly on a corkboard. Waiting for the next shoe to drop.

They made a scared whimper around the gag when mist dove to sink her teeth in the junction of their shoulder and neck. A sharp pressure followed by the sting of mist licking the blood away from her freshly caused wound. The pain bled into a soft pleasure as mist continued to kiss up their neck. Sucking and nipping at the sensitive skin, trying to distract from the searing hot bite mark.

“You sing so sweet song bird, keep making those noises for me” mist cooed, lifting her head to stand up on her toes and give Zeph a small kiss on the side of their mouth. Zephyr only whimpered again, a need to be obedient.

The smell of sea salt and juniper took over zephyrs senses. They felt weak, almost powerless even against the much smaller ghoulette. What she lacked in size she made up for in claws and teeth. They could feel the blood rush from their head at her touch, a sting of magic as their cock thicken in their pants. Be it from the predicament or her manipulating them, they didn’t know but soon they were sunk to their knees with their legs practically collapsing underneath them.

Her sight was dizzying. The taste and feel of a wet cloth gagging their pathetic noises, along with mist looking down on him as if she could eat him if given the chance. Saliva ran down their chin around the gag. The rapid tightness growing in their pants only made them almost want it more. Relief, to please her, anything. Blood loss really does wonders for obedience.

“Want me to use your mouth zephy? looks like you’re drooling for it anyways” mist tugged zephyrs head back by their hair. A fist full of white making them let out another muffled whine. She slowly took the cloth out of their mouth and watched the strings of saliva connect to their tongue. “Stay quiet wisp, i promise I’ll fill you up again”

Mist fumbled with her clothing, keeping a tight hand in zephyrs hair as she tugged down her pants. The air ghoul let out a pained cry as she pulled harshly while she undid the button, desperately tugging them down. She had soaked through her underwear already, blue panties adorned with a wet spot right in the middle. She had been getting off on this, the stalking was only the foreplay.

Something writhed beneath the fabric. The print of something long with small cupped circles slithering up and down the underwear, coating it in more slick.

“Think she likes you darling” mist grinned, slowly pulling down her panties.

Two tentacles emerged from her cunt. A couple inches long and flushed a deep shade of blue. Nothing too thick but zephyrs mouth watered at the sight. He knew water ghouls were weird, had heard about Water from omega, but mist having two tentacles was beyond their imagination. They were pretty in a fascinating way, dripping and wrapping around each other, looking for something to fuck. Weird but absolutely tantalizing.

“Please” zephyr breathed. They opened their mouth wide hoping the heat would beckon them forward. The promise of a warm mouth too tempting for even a monstrous appendage to ignore. The tentacle roughly pushed itself roughly between zephyrs lips, forcing itself down their throat. They gagged around it, trying hard to breathe through their nose.

“There you go wisp, let it use you” mist cooed. She used both of her hands to caress their face. A sweet touch compared to her tentacle that squirmed on their tongue. Using them. Something unsentient can’t have any regards for your well being.

Zephyr kept their eyes on the ghoulette. Wet between the thighs with the other tentacle wrapping around her skin and between her folds. The suckers almost seemed to pet across their tongue, sticky and catching when the thing went too fast, tried to be too rough.

The second tentacle seemed to tease the other in a sense. It would rub up and down the exposed length that wasn't in zephyrs mouth. Wet with mists arousal, they wouldn’t be surprised if it had been dripping onto the carpet.

Suddenly the second tentacle snaked back and pushed into mist earning a loud groan. She pulled against zephyrs hair at the feeling, making them take her deeper. An obscene squelch sounded through the small room while it fucked into her slowly, this one seemed almost less desperate, taking its time to get nice and deep inside of mist.

More drool and slick escaped zephyr mouth as they gagged, “if I knew you were this desperate I wouldn’t have gone through the trouble of stalking you” mist almost growled. She bounced lightly, trying to fuck herself on her own tentacle, chase her own high as she continued to stare at zephyr as if they were a piece of meat. “Almost hoped you would’ve put up more of a fight, didn’t take you as easy prey”

[fairlyang]

Trouble🕸️

w/c: 4.9K

pairing: insomniac!peterparker x blackcat!reader

tags: 18+ smut. teasing, catching up, seducing, getting him to fold, cheating (do not do this ever), blowjob, praise, fingers you, unprotected sex, creampie

a/n: fuck cheating and cheaters! all i’ve thought abt since i played both games is how badly i would’ve folded for felicia so this came to be! i don’t condone cheating!

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you had just gotten back from Paris, after months of escaping from some bad guys and long fights to save your girlfriend, it turns out it was too much for her and she wanted out so you were moving all over the place, not sure where to stick around until you made your way back to New York.

it only took an hour after your arrival until you coincidentally stumbled upon one of your “foes” at one of your old hideouts.

“look what the cat dragged in..” an all too familiar voice says making you turn around to see a figure coming out of the darkness.

“spider, didn’t expect to find you here.” you reply, quickly giving him a look up and down before he responds, “ditto.”

“so how'd you know i was back?” you ask, tilting your head to the side.

“word gets around quick.” he says and you just hum.

“you sure you’re not stalking me?” you tease making him scoff, “now why would i do that?” he folds his arms against his chest earning himself a wide grin.

“because you’ve done it before.” you mumble trying to stifle a laugh back.

“well that was in the past…” he says and shakes his head.

“oh i’m sure.” you tease and looking him up and down again.

there was no exact rule to how long you should wait after a breakup before moving on, and lord knows you’re not one to mope around. "so are you still with red, spider?" you asked and walked closer to him, but not too close.

"red?” he mumbled confused before the realization hit, “oh! uh yeah, recently engaged actually." he answered nervously, watching you carefully.

"how about your girlfriend?" he asked and you rolled your eyes, "apparently saving a girl from bad guys because you care isn't enough. she dumped me."

"bad luck?" he says jokingly making you chuckle, "yeah i'll give you that."

"so what brings you back to New York?" he asks, wanting to get this over with because he didn't want to get in trouble.

if anything he wanted to stop any trouble you may cause.

"was going to collect my things and find somewhere else to go but maybe i'll stick around a bit longer…” you say and walk around him, bringing a hand to his bicep.

“you look good..” you compliment, looking down at the muscle before looking back up at his mask, “been working out?”

“maybe but that’s besides the point, thought you didn’t like staying at one place for too long.” he answers and you shrug.

“what you don’t want me to stay? no welcome home party for an old friend?” you say with a little pout, hoping your old tricks could still work on him, like they usually do.

“old friend huh? more like trouble.” he retorts and you quickly respond back, “hmm trouble for you? or for your little girlfriend?”

“fiancé.” he corrected and you just hummed.

“or maybe for our mutual enemies?” you guess and let go of his bicep.

“your presence alone will make them come after you, that’s a dangerous game.” he warns, making you chuckle.

you walk behind him, leaning up to his ear and murmur, “aw but i like to play.”

“you always did… i don’t have time for that anymore.” he says and turns around to look at you.

“mm then tell me why you’re here again?” you ask and raise an eyebrow.

he stood still, absolutely speechless because he was confused about that himself too. he gulped and tried to think of something to say, anything that could get you off his back but he was taking too long.

“so you’re not here to welcome me back, hell i haven’t even thought about hitting a museum yet but you’re here,” you say, somewhat complaining since you’ve been good so far — for now that is.

you took a step closer to him, looking up at him through batted eyelashes just to tease him, “now tell me spider, why are you here?”

he takes a deep breath and before he could speak, you bring a finger up to his lips, “let me guess… you were worried… i was immediately going to rob a bank!”

his mask contorted with his facial expressions, something you deep down missed causing. his hand softly grabs yours and brings it down, “no.”

“then?” you asked and he sighed.

“i still care about you-“ he starts and you quickly cut him off, “great start.”

he ignored you and continued on, “I still care about you, and our last call didn’t go the way i wanted. i haven’t heard from you in months and i wanted to make sure you were okay. thought you were dead… again.”

you chuckle and nod, “well as you can see i’m still alive. i’ve still got all nine lives left.”

he chuckles and then lets out a sigh, “im glad to see it.”

“so…” you start and place a hand on to his shoulder, “you still care about me huh, spider?”

he’s about to start a sentence but ends up stuttering with his words and not able to let out a single coherent thought as you trace his muscles with the tip of a finger. “hm i missed you too, glad we’re back together again.”

“not like that..” he mutters making you pout again, “shame.”

he gulps and looks into your eyes because if he looks elsewhere he’s not so sure he could stay focused.

your finger went down, tracing over his collarbone gently while he took deep breaths. “does red know?” you murmur and start tracing down even lower until you could feel his abs through his suit.

“what would she think about the fact that you still care about your ex?” you tease and he shakes his head.

“no she doesn’t know- well she might- no- i- it’s not like i tell her these things.” he admits and you just nod.

“that’s surprising, i thought you believed in being honest. honesty is the best policy and whatnot.” you whisper, leaning up to make him even more nervous.

“well some things are better left unsaid...” he says making you grin, “like how much you missed me?”

“you’re gonna be the death of me.” he mutters and rolls his eyes.

you then wrap both arms around his neck and pull him as close to you as possible, making him grab your waist, attempting to pull you away. “stop-“

“do you really want me to? you’re strong and could have taken me down if you wanted by now.” you retort and he stops.

“cat got your tongue?” you purr and he shakes his head.

you pull one hand away, lowering it to his neck and bring it to the ends of his mask, slowly pulling it up. you bring it over his lips and stop right below his nose, “so what’s the real reason you’re here? one final fling before you settle down?”

“i- what?! no-! listen we’ve gotta stop-“ he stammers and you lean in, lightly breathing against his lips.

you could feel his heart beat fast and it just felt so nice being like this with him again. it had been too long and you weren’t one to admit when you missed him of all people but now it felt right.

“you know i don’t kiss and tell..” you whisper and he bites his lip.

“i shouldn’t..” he mumbles, making you hum.

“but you want to..” you whisper, leaning in until you’re just millimeters away from his lips and right when they’re about to touch, you pull back.

he leaned in right at that moment, caught red handed as his bottom lip twitched. “you just have to admit it.”

he stays silent for a few seconds, really contemplating what he should do because he really did love MJ, but he had to be real to himself and it was quite obvious to anyone with eyes how strong your hold on him was so he nods, “you know me too well..”

“we were together for a while.” you say, earning yourself a chuckle.

“so just like old times..” he whispered and you slowly leaned in again.

“quiet as a cat.” he murmured and you whispered back, “sneaky as a spider.”

he closed the gap between you two and slammed his lips onto yours, his hands around your waist pulling you as close to him as possible. you kissed back and held onto his jaw with one hand while the other went around his neck.

the kiss quickly become hot and heavy, with him sticking his tongue into your mouth while you let him. his hands snaked down and he groped your ass making you moan against his mouth. he let out a groan and continued squeezing, even giving it a smack to hear you again.

you moaned in his mouth again and it sent heat straight down into his lower half. he couldn’t help any of this, you were like a drug and at times like this, he couldn’t help but become addicted, or just maybe his previous addiction with you never left.

you pulled away but quickly went down to kiss his neck, and licking up until you got to his ear before nibbling on it, “does red know you like this?”

“no-” he moaned and a hand came up to grip your ponytail.

“settling down with someone who doesn’t even know what you like? no wonder you got here so quick.” you murmur into his ear and bring a hand down his body, hovering over his bulge.

he let out a groan and his body twitched, already needing to feel your touch on him. “slow down there, we can take our time…”

“or are you in a hurry?” you purr making his eyes roll back.

“might be in a bit of a hurry.” he mutters and you pull away to look at him.

“is she waiting for you?” you ask, letting out a small chuckle while his cheeks turn red.

“don’t even remind me.” he mumbles and you just nod.

“say less then… ill be quick and i’ll take such good care of you, you’ll forget all about her.” you whisper and slowly bring yourself to your knees.

“don’t say that-“ he mutters as he takes his mask off, his face a light shade of red.

you only shrugged and kneeled in front of him while you bare your claws out and trace along his bulge, “why not? clearly a part of you likes it.”

“fuck- you look so good down there.” he murmurs making you grin.

“think so? did you miss this view baby?” you hum and he just nods.

“lord knows i did.” you whisper and bring your face close to his crotch.

“what compares to getting back with an ex for one final night..” you mutter and hold the fabric of his suit out with one hand and with the second make a small tear, “wait-“ he says panicked but you just shush him.

“i’ve got something for you don’t worry about it.” you wave him off and he just curses under his breath.

you cut just around where you needed and let the access fabric fall to the ground as you took hold of his hard cock, “still going commando after all these years huh?” you teased while he smirked.

“it’s more convenient.” he says making you chuckle.

“and easier access..” you murmur and slowly stroked him, “so is this all for me spider?” you ask, looking at him through your eyelashes as he just nodded — his own eyes nearly falling out of their sockets.

he didn’t think that since getting back with MJ he’d ever get to see this view again, but here he was. he was technically doing a bad thing, something he rarely did but he didn’t even care. he earned a good fuck especially after the rough day he had.

“all for you baby.” he murmurs, making you squeeze your thighs together.

“so kind of you to give me a welcome back present afterall.” you tease and kiss the tip.

“missed this cock.” you mutter and lick off his precum before spitting on the tip and letting it drip down before you start to stroke him.

he lets out a sigh and gently grabs on to your ponytail again. “missed your mouth.”

“fuck.. you really know how to talk to a girl.” you murmur and stroke him faster.

“was one of the things you liked right?” he asked and you nodded.

“was the only time your jokes weren’t heard.” you teased making him laugh and shake his head.

“but don’t get me wrong, i still missed those too.” you admitted before taking him in your mouth.

“don’t threaten me with a good time.” he jokes making you roll your eyes.

some things never change.

some things.

you held onto his shaft as you moved your head to try to take more of him but given it’s been a while, you pull away. you let your saliva drip all the way down before stroking him and sliding him into your mouth again.

you slowly take more of him, just to tease him before he decides he had enough teasing and thrusted into you until you could feel his trimmed hairs tickling your nose.

“that’s it baby, fuck just like that.” he moans and pulls on your ponytail.

you look up at him and maintain eye contact as he slowly starts to fuck your mouth, just so you could get use to it for a few seconds. when he sees no hesitation from you and you start taking it well, he starts going faster.

you closer your eyes and happily let him fuck your face as his moans started pouring out like a prayer. “oh my fucking god yes-“

you feel your face warm up, the sounds of his praise always does something to you. it was crazy how after years of not being together, you both always knew and understood each others needs.

he liked receiving and giving head but in return you needed to have praise. it was a non negotiable from the start and it was nice that he never forgot about it as if that agreement was still in his brain.

“doing such a good job baby- always taking my cock like a good girl.” he murmurs sending a shiver down your spine.

his thrusts were now deep, tad bit slower but not by too much because he was trying to feel all the pleasure before he got to fuck you. he had a feeling he’d have a hard time stopping and an even harder time wanting to go home after this.

but for now he focused on how amazing your throat feels. it only made him realize that MJ was not really able to get properly face fucked which was a bummer because he loved it.

back when you were together and you were in your early twenties with loads of energy, you’d go hours going at it. different positions in different locations just because you could.

now it was a different story, different relationship too so of course it wouldn’t be the same.

you squeezed your thighs together to have some sort of friction because you were just so turned on. after all those years broken up there was never an ounce of hope that you’d ever be like this with him again. though you always knew you could have him at the palm of your hand at any given moment, but there was never a good time.

until now, that is.

his hips were moving and back and forthorth while your hands rested on your lap, desperately wanting to go between your legs but you had some self control. he tugged on just your ponytail alone for you to move your head at the same time as his thrusts. he’d hold your head as deep as he could for a few seconds before he let you go and you pulled back and were able to take a few breaths. 

“come here.” he hums and helps you stand up. 

“we’re not ripping my suit unfortunately.” you say as you went up to face him. 

he gives you a sheepish smile and shakes his head, “but it was okay to rip mine?” 

“i told you i’ve got something for you.” you answer and wave him off. 

you pull your ponytail to the side and turn around, “lend me a hand?” 

he chuckles but does it nonetheless. he carefully pulls the zipper from your neck down until it reaches your hips and he lets go. 

you turn back around, looking into his eyes as you take your suit off one shoulder then the next before slowly pulling it down. you stop right below your bra so he can look at you for a few seconds but instead he didn’t waste a single second until his hands were on your tits, squeezing them. “just as good as the very last time i saw them.” he murmurs as you slide the sleeves off your arms. 

you then reach back and undo your bra, as soon as he hears it he pulls away and grabs it, throwing it behind him, “classy.” you tease letting out a small laugh.

“whatever.” he mutters then goes back to playing with them. 

he squeezes both then brings his mouth to your right nipple, sucking on it gently while your hands went to play with his hair. "didn't think i would miss all of this so much." you murmur as he hums against you. 

he lets go of your tits and grabs your suit, pulling it down even more, "eager are we, spider?" 

he pulls away for a second just to mumble a quick, "you already know the answer." then goes back to sucking on your nipples, alternating between the two. 

you pull the suit over your ass then drag it down, making him pull away. you take off your heeled boots as fast as you could, leaving them off to the side while he helps you take the last part of the suit off your legs, "it's a good suit but you look so much better without it."

“appreciate it spider, always so kind.” you answer as you place your suit on the table in front of you.

just then peter gets down to his knees and holds on to your hips, making you stick your bare ass out. of all days you decided to wear a red thong just because you felt like it. and he clearly seemed to like it as he left a smack on your right cheek then went straight in to give it a kiss to ease to slight pain.

you held on to the table and lean a bit forward so your back was a bit arched as he grabs the small piece of fabric and pulled it down. you stepped out of them and he left kisses on both cheeks before spreading them wide and taking a good look at you.

you were, of course, already glistening which wasn’t a surprise to either of you, given the circumstances. he went straight to taking a singular lick from your pussy and to your asshole. he moaned and went back down to savor the sweet taste of your arousal, this time going down to suck on your clit. “fuck baby- fuck just like that-“ you moaned and tried your best to stand still.

he continued sucking on your nub and would occasionally flick his tongue on it just to feel you shake. he closed his eyes and came back up to lap and suck on your folds while you let out a string of moans for him. he ate you out like he hasn’t eaten in days and he wasn’t stopping.

he was stubborn when giving head, wanting to stay there for as long as possible just because he loved doing it. he did it for his own pleasure and he was the only person you’ve ever met who ate you out because he actually fucking wanted to. it was a miracle.

add along the fact that he knew just what you liked and how you wanted it, he would even stay right in that position for hours if you even asked.

“oh my god- fuck-!“ you moaned, making him moan as well sending shivers all throughout your body.

“should’ve came back sooner…” you murmur and move your hips up and down — he followed your lead and ate you out as you grind against his face.

“so fucking greedy huh?” you tease when you suddenly feel the tip of his finger teasing your entrance.

“shit-“ you mutter as he fully slides it in and takes it out just as quickly as it went in.

before you could complain, because he knew you would, he slipped it back inside and started pumping it at a fast pace. your sweet moans filled his ears again and as much as he needed to be inside you, he had to have his own fun.

he wasn’t going to let you take a throat fucking like a champ without giving you oral pleasure, that wasn’t his style and thankfully he was glad he knew your body.

he’d know if his eyes were closed, if he was drunk, under any circumstance he’d know. because for years you took over a lot of his dreams, thoughts and he’s been dying to be back in this position.

more importantly, back into your life.

he knew that if he wasn’t there to ensure you’re protected, that you’ll always be in grave danger and you were someone he considered an important person in his life. even if those around him would find it questionable which was why he was very quiet about it in general.

“c’mon spider- i need you.” you say breathlessly after trying to get his attention for some time.

he pulled away from you and slipped his finger out, “you sure?”

“yes. now please come fuck me.” you whined and he quickly stood up.

he grabbed you and maneuvered you how he wanted you, holding on to the table for stability as he groped your ass. you spread your legs a bit when you finally felt him sliding the tip of his cock between your folds, “today, spider.”

“whose the eager one now huh?” he teased, making you groan.

“i hate you.” you mutter and he quickly says, “oh i’ve heard that one before.”

right as the last word left his mouth he slid inside you, not taking his time and going in all the way as he held onto your hips. you both moaned at the same time and you had to grip the table harder because he was stretching you out more than expected.

had it really been that long?

he waited about two seconds for you to adjust to his size then started setting a fast pace while he squeezed your skin. “oh fuck!” you moaned and turned your head to look at him.

his eyes rolled to the back of his head as soon as you looked at him, all of this suddenly making him realize this was actually happening and it wasn’t one of his dreams.

“y-you’ve got no idea- how much i missed this.” he murmurs and his eyes are back on yours.

“i- i have an inkling.” you say with a laugh making his face heat up again.

“don’t worry.. i feel the same way.” you admit and give him a smile.

a rarity from you.

something you give when you truly mean something. something he knew he liked causing.

he leaned in close to you until his forehead was touching yours and he just fucked you like that. the close proximity and direct eye contact turning him on even more than ever.

he held onto your waist with one hand and your jaw with the other, making you lean in. your lips were so close you could feel his breath on them, it felt like an eternity because you both just liked being as close together as possible.

he lightly pressed down on your stomach making you gasp then moan. you looked at him with wide eyes before he finally made his move and pressed his lips to yours. you kissed him back and he slowed his thrusts down because since he was already doing this, he may as well savor it.

he kissed you back with passion and hunger, a kiss like this that has been long overdue. your tongues quickly clashed together as he started to fuck his hips into yours, wanting to be as deep as he could be.

you moaned into his mouth which had him doing the same. just then he had an idea so he held onto you gently and slowly brought your body up. you continued kissing you as you followed his lead and straightened up. you were standing up right and that’s when his thrusts started going faster.

you pulled away from him and leaned your head against his, panting as he fucked you how you both needed. now both of his arms were holding you up right, one on your stomach and the other across your chest for good measure.

you brought your hands up to grab onto his arms, digging your nails into the skin earning yourself a deep groan. “like that baby?” you asked and he quickly let out a “yes”

you then had the brilliant idea of grabbing his right arm and leading it up to your neck, “you sure?” he asks into your ear and you nod, “absolutely.”

he wraps his hand around your neck, his hand firm and his grip barely tight but he doesn’t squeeze. you leaned your head back onto his chest and he adjusted, “you really are trouble.” he mumbles and all you could do was roll your eyes.

“don’t give me those eyes.” he says making you snort.

he laughed and felt you dig your nails into his arm on his stomach which was just the perfect comedic timing.

“unfortunate you d-don’t have a mirror here, would’ve l-loved to see you like this.” he murmured inbetween breaths.

you attempted to squeeze your thighs together but instead just clenched against him, making him groan in your ear.

“been driving me insane for years y’know that?” he whispers and you just nod.

you held onto his right bicep, while digging your nails onto his left that was still holding onto your waist for dear life. he used all his strength to make sure you don’t fall, safety always a priority in his head.

“don’t stop-“ you mutter, making him go faster and even harder than before.

the room was filled with the echoed noises of skin to skin and it was all that your hearing picked up. it was something so surreal, something out of your wet dreams and feeling him touch you made it truly feel real.

that was the main difference between when you’d imagine it versus it actually happening. his touch brought you to reality and you wished you could stay like this.

but all good things come to an eventual end.

you felt him begin to twitch inside you and you felt your orgasm quickly build up in your stomach, luckily you have one of those birth control chips so there was no need to worry about that.

though you just realized neither of you cared for it in the first place, since it was going to be a one time thing anyway.

you brought your right hand down to rub your clit as he started to slow down but was doing deep strokes. you let out shuddered breaths, eyes already fluttering, and thighs starting to shake as peter just kissed your head.

he felt his own orgasm coming in hot pursuit, like it always did with you, “come on baby, together yeah?” he murmured and you hummed.

you rubbed your clit faster and subconsciously tilt your head to the side making peter let you go so you can take a breather. “holy fuck- oh my god i’m so close-“ you moaned and held onto his arms.

“i know baby-” he mutters and moans a melody of your name.

then with one final deep thrust, he spilled himself into you as your orgasm quickly followed and your body shook against him.

he held on to you and didn’t let you go, instead kept you steady as you both shook and were panting like crazy. you could just feel how much he came inside you but you were trying to focus on your breathing.

you closed your eyes and your legs nearly gave out, you felt lucky that he was strong enough to hold you up like nothing because otherwise you were a goner.

he slowly start to slip out of you, doing it nice and slow because he didn’t want it to hurt you in any way.

his cock left your pussy with a plop, his cum dripping out of you and onto the floor below you.

he turned you around and then wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to his chest while you hear the loud thumping of his heart beat that matched your own. “so quiet.” he whispers and you hum.

“and sneaky.” you whisper back making him softly chuckle.

“just like old times.” he says and lets out a sigh.

[thewertsearch]

TG: just one question TG: and please just drop your fucking justice riddles and be honest TG: do i ever make the god tier […] GC: V3RY W3LL, 1 W1LL STOP TORM3NT1NG YOU D4V3 GC: NO, YOU DONT

It seems increasingly clear that John will be the only member of his team to bear the mantle of godhood. We still don't really know what boons this grants you, but I can make some educated guesses.

I assume, at least, that your aspect powers are greatly enhanced, and you gain more conscious control over then. For John, this will mean full command over The Windy Thing, which was incredible enough to start with. He has the potential to be a serious powerhouse.

What would a God Tiered Dave look like, though? He hasn't displayed any aspect abilities yet, as all of his time shenanigans have been the result of alchemy. It's possible he'll simply unlock time travel without the turntables, but that's a little boring. There's a whole world of other time manipulation abilities out there, and I hope he'll be able to broaden his repertoire eventually.

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The trolls streamrolled their entire session without the God Tiers - which is kind of weird, when you think about it. If you can trivialize the game with alchemy and Echeladder levels alone, what are the God Tiers even for? They're starting to seem like overkill.

I suspect, then, that they're intended to be used in the postgame.

Even before ascending, John was able to create hurricanes on the scale of cities. As he is now, I wouldn't be surprised if he could affect the weather of an entire planet at once - which is something a God Tiered player may have reason to do, after entering their new universe.

Yup - it's the old 'Sburb is for terraforming' theory again, on a much grander scale this time. The God Tiers might just be for sculpting planets.

GC: 4ND TH3N GC: J4CK K1LL3D OUR DR34M S3LV3S GC: 4ND 1 GU3SS W3 LOST TH4T CH4NC3 FOR GOOD >:[

You need your dream self in order to ascend, which explains why John's the only one who pulled it off. Jade's is already dead, and Rose is planning on sacrificing hers to the Tumor. Dave's the only other person who could do it, but we now know that he won't.

Come to think of it, Jade might actually have a shot, since her dead Dream Self is a candidate for prototyping. The problem is that if Dream Jade comes back to life, she might not be a Dream Self anymore. Trying to perform the God Tier ritual with a sprite is exactly the sort of rule-bending that got them into this mess in the first place.

Hell, Terezi forewarned us against exactly this scenario!

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Rules R Rules (II)

(description: after being forced out, toji heard your cries from your husband abusing you, the clan leader, naoya. he knew he had to save you from being abused. a change of events would happen, but would it be in your favour?)

the previous chapter (smut here)

(warning: some fighting scenes here)

(a/n: there's no actual smut here but i guess i want to finish the development between y/n and toji. just some adulterated language and the slight r*** in the start from naoya)

you clawed at the carpeted floor, screams of pain tearing from your throat. it had been a long time since naoya had unleashed his anger on you, your body…

“i-i don’t understand, naoya! you were fine with it at first—” your words were cut off as he rammed into you with such force that you nearly fainted.

“you…you only need to enjoy fucking ONE person, and that’s me. did you think I was letting you have pleasure? did you forget who you are and who you’re married to?” he growled, positioning himself behind you to continue his assault.

your sobs echoed down the corridor, reached toji, who stood there, paralyzed by indecision. he knew the consequences of defying his leader—banishment, or worse, execution. yet, the sound of your cries, filled with unbearable pain, cut through his heart. you were possibly the kindest person in the mansion, always giving desserts and things that were restricted to the army soldiers. it always made the military personnel feel at home and motivates them to do their best.

was it worth it? were you worth it?

your wails sounded like you had a physical blow, as painful as being shot in the chest.

empathy surged within toji, mixing with the trauma of past horrors. he remembered the fate of the last mrs. zenin, a haunting memory of what could happen if he did nothing.

toji knew he had to act. he couldn't stand by and let history repeat itself. he knew he needed to summon his courage, he resolved to do something. anything.

toji took a deep breath, ready to do what he never expected he would've done. he couldn't let fear paralyse him anymore. he's seen and heard too much pain, straight up cruelty.

he hesitated for a moment before pushing the door open, the sight confirming his thoughts.

"sir, stop!" toji's voice was shaky but firm. his heart pounded in his chest. "you've gone too far. she doesn't deserve to be treated like this!"

naoya looked at him, his expression twisted with rage. "what the hell do you think you're doing, fushiguro? this is none of your business,"

toji didn't look away but stared at his leader. "i know i am just one of your soldiers, but that doesn't mean i would let you hurt her......anymore,"

for a moment, the room was filled with tense silence. you were still sobbing, legs torn apart, wondering whether shoko would be able to heal you.

without warning, naoya lunged at toji. rage was driving his actions. but toji was ready. his years of training and his suppressed anger fueled his response as he blocked naoya's attack and pushed him back.

the sudden brawl was intense. toji fought with ease as if this was one of his training sessions but all in all it was driven by the need to protect you. but naoya was consumed with his own rage and sense of betrayal.

"you think you can defy me?" naoya spat, charging again.

toji sidestepped, grabbing naoya's arm and twisted it behind his back. naoya grunted in pain but managed to elbow toji in the ribs, breaking free from his clutch.

you noticed both of their eyes locked and breathing heavily.

naoya grabbed a nearby vase and threw it at toji but thanks to his good reflexes he dodged. toji was quick, he threw rapid punches at naoya without thought of what would happen later.

finally, with a kick to the chest, toji knocked out naoya to the ground. he pinned naoya down, "this ends now, this is a revolution against you,"

toji looked over at you, still on the floor, trembling. "it's over," he said softly, hugging you from the back. "you're safe now," he said, trying to convey reassurance through his words.

you looked over at noaya, struggling as his body was in pain. toji knew that this was only the beginning and he made a choice that have dire consequences. but for now, he had stopped the immediate danger that harms you and that was enough for him.

"we need to get you to shoko," toji said, helping you to your feet and dressed you up in your torn clothes. "i'll protect you, no matter what. you can trust me,"

"shoko...shoko...i need to get to shoko..." you ached and held onto your bleeding wound. you saw toji wore his clothes that were left astray on the floor.

he nodded and carried you all to shoko's office. toji's heart raced with anticipation. he knew that revealing the truth to shoko might bring its own challenges, but it was a necessary step towards ensuring your safety and seeking justice for what you had to endure for all these years.

toji buzzed her door multiple times in a rhythm that copied his beating heart. after a moment, the door opened, revealing a surprised shoko.

"toji? y/n? what's going on?" shoko's voice was laced with concern as she took in the sigh of you, bleeding and toji that was carrying you securely.

toji took a deep breath, readying himself for what he was about to reveal. "shoko, we need your help. It's about naoya, firstly can you attend to y/n? i'll tell you what happened,"

despite the aching pain in your lower half, you glanced at toji, your savior at this point. he retold the events that had unfolded, the strange invite into the room and the pain you had to go through. shoko listened intently as she was healing your bleeding parts.

there was heavy silence in the room, broken only by the sound of your aches.

"i'm so sorry you had to go through that," she said softly, her voice filled with true concern. "but thank you for revealing this to me, we need to address this immediately. you have been treating everyone in this household with compassion and care, we all know naoya's personality. his authoritarian rule needs to be stopped. "

toji nodded, his gaze at you unwavering. "we can't let naoya continue to harm you, he needs to be held accountable for his actions,"

shoko nodded in agreement. "i'll inform the others and we'll figure out the best course of action. all of us, the medic and army team are ready to give you the help and support you need."

as toji and shoko discussed their next steps in this uprising against naoya, a sense of relief washed over you. you were no longer alone in this fight. with both the medic and army team by your side, you felt a glimmer of hope for your future. Justice will always prevail.

meanwhile, naoya lay on the floor, his body racked with pain and his mind alaze with fury. he could hear murmurs growing louder, the whispers of a rebellion echoing through the walls.

despite his weakened state, an aura of anger filled his room. he felt that he has been slapped in the face, that his authority has been stepped on.

gathered in the hall were members of the household, servants, soldiers, cleaners etc. they had endured naoya's tyranny for too long and now, they were ready to rise up against him.

"toji was right," one of the soldiers spoke up, his voice steady despite the underlying anger. "we can't let naoya continue to terrorise us. treating us like garbage. it's time we put an end to this. we've got your back, y/n."

their faces set with determination, a collective decision to confront naoya and to end his reign of authoritative abuse once and for all. they moved together as one with toji leading the group.

toji led the way with a dead-pan expression. behind him were you, shoko with her medical kit in hand, ready to tend to any wounds that might worsen as time pass.

the door was ajar with the tension the the air that could send chills down your spine. naoya was still sprawled on the floor, struggling to rise with his face contorted with pain and rage while he glared at the group assembled before him.

"why are all of you here?!" naoya spat, his voice hoarse but still filled with venom. "return to your quarters, all of you!"

silence. no one moved. you swore it was a pin drop situation.

everyone had endured enough.

toji stepped forward, his emerald eyes locked onto his "leader". "naoya, your reign of terror ends here. we will not stand by and allow you to continue to abuse your power. i have been here since day 1 and i have seen you hurt too many people."

naoya's eyes blazed with fury. he tried to push himself into a sitting position but his body failed him, collapsing back to the floor. "all of you dare to challenge me? i am your leader!"

"not anymore," another voice called out from the crowd. it was you. your voice was filled with pain and relief. a relief that after all the years of being ruled with an iron fist, its coming to an end.

"you think you can overthrow me?" naoya said, still being in his own authoritarian world. "you'll regret this, all of you!"

toji took another step forward with naoya in his grasp. "no, naoya. the only one who will regret anything is you. you will face justice for what you've done,"

kind hearted shoko moved to the front, her voice gentle. "it's over naoya. you need me to help you, your bruises might be unmanageable but your tyrant over us is finished,"

still not giving up, noaya tried to rise once more but his body gave out, leaving him panting on the floor. the sight did hurt your heart but it was time for him to learn that everything that goes around, comes around.

toji signaled to a couple of stronger guards to step forward to restrain naoya. there was no need for further violence, the group of people united against him ensured that he would not escpe.

as they carried naoya away, toji looked at the remaining people in the group, with relief bubbling in his chest. "we all did this together," he said. "we are free from his reign of terror."

the group hooray-ed, some were even able to leave the mansion and return back to their own families. toji turned to you, his expression softening. "you're safe now," he said, his voice filled with promise.

in the days that followed after naoya's downfall, the mansion was flurry with activity. people eager to rebuild their lives after the intentional slavery. toji and you worked side by side, the bond between you growing stronger with each passing day.

toji's protective nature extended beyond just ensuring your safety; his gentle words and quiet strength were a constant source of comfort and you found yourself relying on him more and more.

one evening, as the sun was setting, toji approached you in the garden. the air was filled with the scent of blooming flowers, courtesy of the royal gardeners.

"y/n," toji began, his voice soft, not wanting to alarm you. "i know we've both been through a lot, but i want you to know that i'm here for you. not as someone who helped overthrow naoya but as someone who truly cares about you."

your heart swelled with emotion as you met his gaze. those emerald green eyes and the scar beside his lips made your heart swell with emotion. "toji, you've been my rock through all of this. i don't know what i would have done without you."

he took your hand in his, his touch radiating warm and reassuring. "together, we can build something new. something better. an empire where everyone is treated with respect and kindness."

you nodded, feeling a surge of hope. "yes, together."

months passed, with toji by your side guiding you with his strength and wisdom, the both of you were able to transform the once oppressive mansion into a thriving, harmonious community. together you implemented fair rules and practices that ensured everyone was treated with respect and dignity.

under you joint leadership, the community flourished. laughter echoed through the halls. you and toji worked tirelessly meeting with residents' needs regularly to address their monetary needs and concerns.

your relationship with toji deepened with each passing day. he was not just your partner in governance but also in life. his support and love gave you the strength to face any challenge together. he gave you the ability to envision a future filled with hope and possibilty.

one evening, as you stood on the balcony overlooking the vibrant, happy people in the bustling streets, toji wrapped his arms around you. "we've come a long way, y/n," he said softly, his voice filled with pride.

"we have," you replied, leaning into his embrace, smelling his scent. "and it's only the beginning. there's so much more we can do, so many more lives we can bless."

toji smiled, his eyes shining with love. "together, we can achieve anything."

"y/n," he began softly, his voice filled with emotion that he was ready to finally spill, "there's something i need to tell you."

you turned to face him, your heart beating a little faster as you gazed into his eye hidden by his side swept hair, "what is it, toji?"

he took a deep breath. "these past months have been transformative, not just for our community, but for me personally. being by your side, working with you, seeing your compassion and strength to rebuild the community..i've fallen in love with you."

your breath caught in your throat, his words sinking in. the sincerity in his eyes left no doubt about his feelings.

"toji," you whispered, stepping closer to him, "i've felt the same way. every moment we spent together, every challenge we've face, its only brought us closer. i think i love you too.."

a big smile spread across his face, relief and joy evident. he reached out, gently cupping your face in his hands. "we're going to be stronger together, y/n. i know we can build a future filled with love and happiness."

you leaned into his touch, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "you..you want to make our future now?"

"y/n! you're such a naughty one huh?"

"oh please, you were the one who said it first~"

i have to 2 assignments to do but toji is more important #FR #ScrewMyUniDegree

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[13as07]

Friends #3

(Rock Lee & Shikamaru Nara)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to Maxiuchiha22]

Requested by: Anonymous

Word Count: 3,699

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Love Triangle

Name Calling: Pretty Girl, Good Girl

Sprinkle of Toxic Power Play

Sexual Tension

Unspecified Praying

Mentions of Scratch Marks

Asuma and Neji aren't dead cause I said so :)

Also, forever a believer that the Nara men call their women "Pretty Girl"

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Shikamaru's eyebrows are pushed together, annoyance coating his expression. He's kneeled down, hands busy messing with the bands of my safety vest, making sure they're done right. As always, Choji is oblivious to his best friend's recent fascination with me but it doesn't slide past Ino, who's side eyeing the hell out of us.

Sensei is outside of the room, on the other side of the door having a hushed discussion with whatever Sensei is responsible for the squad we'll be working with on this mission. The mission isn't a difficult one, just high profile, but that comes with any mission dealing with the family of another village's Kage.

"Why don't you tighten any of your straps? It's a drag having to fix them for you. Do you know how unsafe that is?" Shika lectures, a grumbly sigh being huffed out after my lesson on safety.

     "Says the man who smokes a pack a day," I poke back, using the bad habit he's picked up from his father and Sensei alike. "That's not any safer."

     "I don't smoke a pack a day. Three or four max."

     "Per hour, maybe." Shikamaru's sharp eyes jump up to glare at me, slit and stressed and such a temptation to keep pushing his buttons.

     The no-sex rule we agreed on last week during our heavy conversation about us was a dumb idea, and one I'm currently regretting. Why I agreed to that term during the walk home from the drugstore is beyond me. Whatever my thoughts were conjuring up then is no match for how sexy Shika looks on his knees, hands on my hip, mixed with the rooted glare on his face.

He's his sexiest while strategizing. Calm face, determination in his features, and not a single detail escaping the watchfulness of the melted bronze that make up his irises. But, stressed Shika is a close second. A very close second.

Slowly, he climbs back to his full height, keeping the close quarters between us as he stands. A tad of humor burns the edges of his expression, an expression I get a close look at as he inches his face closer to mine.

"Pretty Girl." The nickname comes out chilled despite the heavy humidity between us. "You are being both a bad shinobi and a bad clan member. Good girls don't mock their squad leader or their future chief." The slight squeeze of my thighs doesn’t go unnoticed, noted by a tip of Shika's lips as he pulls away from me.

The harsh whispers between the two of us caught more of Ino's attention, her nose scrunched and eyes swimming in confusion as they flicker between the two of us. "What was that about?"

     "Somebody doesn't understand respect," he answers, sending me another pointed look. Shika settles against the wall, his body relaxed and counteracting the sharpness still present in his slit eyes. Even with our little heated moment, he's still focused on the mission. Definitely his father's son.

     "With a squad leader like you, you can't really expect us to know what respect is, can you?" Choji teases with a slight chuckle in his voice, his focus on us now that his rice ball has been finished off.

     "Shut up, Choji," Shika grumbles, his head rolling back, finally dragging his loaded stare off of me. I'm both glad not to be the center of his attention anymore and a bit unhappy with the torn-away heat of his stare, but I guess I shouldn't complain about the calm before the storm our mission is sure to bring.

     The storm that's here a lot sooner than I expected. Just as everything is evening out, the door comes crashing open, slamming against the wall as it swings. "Hello, Team Ten! Team Gai is here to assist!" Might Gai yells, his excitement about everything including life itself shattering the relaxed vibe of the room.

All the chill from Shikamaru's position is gone, his muscles tight, especially his shoulders and his eyes heated again, but not in the way they warm up when looking at me. No, in the way that makes me fear he's going to burn Gai into a pile of ash. "You have to be kidding."

"I am just as unpleased with the situation as you are," Neji's monotoned voice filters into the room, a one-eighty to the sunshine and rainbows his Sensei oozes.

"Speak for yourself, Neji. I'm thrilled to be working with Team Ten."

If Shika's eyes could burn Gai to ash, they're now unleashing a thousand paper bombs on Lee, his temper hot enough I half expect actual flames to fill the sockets of his eyes.

Lee is unfazed by the glare my... I don't know what Shikamaru is to me anymore.

Lee is unfazed by the glare my future Chief is sending him, a full smile on his face and full attention on me. "I look forward to spending time with you again, Lotus-Chan, even if it is work-related."

"She told you to stop calling her that," Shikamaru butts in before I can reply, his tone not giving away any of the anger burning through his veins.

Dear Lord, help us on this trip. Or, at the very least, don't let Shika come up with any crazy ways to 'accidentally' get Lee killed.

"Oh, right," Rock giggles, his nervous playing between the two words. "My apologies. Still, I look forward to working with you again, Nara-San."

"I'm glad," I utter, trying my best to plaster a smile on my face.

For the most part, I've gotten over my little fling with Lee, chalking it up to miscommunication of my feelings caused by my enjoyment of his attention and the lack of Shika's attention because of his recent time spent with Tamari.

     Now, with both the guys in the room, the only thing I can think about is running my fingers through Shikamaru's hair until he calms down. Lee isn't even a wisp in my thoughts.

     "Great," Sensei drags out, looking at Shika with a mix of 'What the hell?' and 'What’s going on?' written on his face. "Great, I'm so glad we're all so excited to work together," he softly cheers, a bit of a hiss poking out and aiming at our squad leader.

     "Me too!" Gai cheers, hooking an arm around Asuma's neck and yanking him down a bit. "This is going to be so fun!"

Dear Lord, please let me survive this mission, both physically and mentally.

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Good note: Shika hasn't killed Lee yet. Bad note: the atmosphere is packed so full of his loathing that even Choji notices.

As I suspected, the mission isn't too difficult. The Tsuchikage's daughter seems to be at ease, too wrapped up in her one-sided flirting with Sensei to care much about her safety. Neji and Shika are on each other a bit, the two big brains pulling teeth to agree on anything. Aside from that, it's been a breeze. No attacks, no signs of enemies, and plenty of empty space to fill.

Gai is busy hounding Choji with failing attempts to get him to join his work-out regiment. Tenten and Ino are talking about her upcoming wedding with Sai. Shika and Neji are fighting again, debating where the next stop should be. That leaves Lee and me silent, the boy standing two people away from me without a lick of an attempt to hide his staring.

I keep my eyes forward, trying to focus on scanning the dark forest for any possible threats. It's better than stressing about Shika's constant fighting or Lee's constant attention on me. I can't ignore it for long though, the latter of the boys slowly weaving his way over to me.

"Hello, Lotus - er - Nara-San," he greets, his usual huge smile on his face. "How's this side of the carriage."

"About as eventful as your side," I answer, sparing him a tight worn smile.

Rock doesn't pick up on my silent command to leave me alone. Instead, he keeps up his loose posture and grinning expression. "I'm not too sure about that. It seems Neji and Shikamaru are about ready to brawl."

My eyes flicker forward, taking a peek at the two squad leaders. For once, Neji is actually expressing emotion. Anger, most definitely, but still an emotion. Shika on the other hand seems relatively calm, nothing but the spark of a new challenge in his eyes. I swear those two mix like water and oil.

"That would be a wonderful sight to see."

"Not as wonderful as seeing you," Lee answers, instantly making my nose turn up. There was a time I would have been thrilled to have him flirt back, but now all I can think about is how cheesy the line is and how Shikamaru would never waste his breath on something so overused.

Shika isn't much of a romantic, even less so when it comes to words, but he picked up his father's gift of speaking in ways that make poets jealous. There are reasons Shikaku is happily married and why his specific lineage is in charge of the Naras. Brains, bronze, and words able to affect others are those reasons. All reasons why his son is suitable to take over. All reasons why his son makes my heart and core burn in equal but different ways.

"But anyway," Rock starts up again, his attention tearing away from our squad leaders to focus on me again. "I really am happy to be working with you again. I know we haven't been..." his words cut off, a soft exhale and a shrink of his smile filling the gap. "I know a lot has happened between us recently and I respect your decision to take some space, but I do miss you. I miss talking to you and seeing you and getting to hang out."

     My mouth clicks open, the words for a response stuck in my throat. Just as I finally muster the different syllables onto my tongue, I'm cut off. "Ya? Would you miss my foot up your ass too? Or maybe you just miss the makeout sessions. Is that what it is? Do you miss having a Pretty Girl fill the void of Sakura's rejection?"

     All of a sudden, everything seems eerily quiet, like everything on and off the dirt path is watching the interaction unfolding.

"Hey, Shika," Lee greets, his voice weary and his eyes slowly peeling off of me.

"You don't get to call me that. She," Shikamaru motions towards me, eyes softening for a beat before they're back on his newest sworn enemy. "Gets to call me that. Hell, Ino and Cho could call me that if they wish. You don't." Before the older boy can answer, Shika's hand is around the arm loop of my vest, using it to tug me away for Lee.

After a step or two he freezes, slowly turning to look over his shoulder. "And another thing, for someone who says they 'respect her decision to take some space', you're not giving her any space. Learn to read body language and when the time is to back off," he hisses, pairing the lecture with another glare before continuing to yank me toward the front of the carriage.

Shikamaru finally lets me go once I'm situated in the front of the group, sandwiched between Neji and himself. The other squad leader flickers his eyes between the three of us, trying to read the situation before he comments on it. "Our teams may not get along, but I don't believe threatening those here to assist your mission is the smartest strategy you've had."

"I don't think poking at my anger is the smartest strategy you've had either so I guess we're even," Shika hisses, his glare now cemented on Neji instead of Lee.

Dear Lord, when I asked you not to let Shikamaru kill Lee, I didn't mean to let him kill Neji instead.

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My eyes roll over Shikamaru, watching his reaction as he reads over the letter delivered to him a few minutes ago. His eyes are glued to the sheet, hands pressed into a triangle, and face scrunched in concentration. Slowly, I crawl across the length of my tent, settling on my knees behind him.

He's rooming with Choji and Ino was supposed to room with me, but she ended up switching and rooming with Tenten. I partly believe it's because she's catching wind of what's going on - which wasn't aided by the heated arguments earlier - but I also partly think it's because Tenten is more interested in the wedding details than I am.

With the change, Shikamaru had no shame sliding out of his tent and into mine to spend some time with me. Well, time that got interrupted by the letter from his father.

"If you keep thinking so hard you might blow a fuse," I lightly tease, sliding my hands up to start massaging his shoulders. They're littered with tension, giving me plenty of knots to rub out for him. "Why are you so stressed?"

     "You don't need to worry about it. I have it all under control," he mutters, his shoulders relaxing under my touch. "You don't need to carry my stress around too, Pretty Girl. You have enough on your plate because of Lee and me."

"Your dad is still my Chief, Shik. It's my job to serve him," I whisper, tipping my head forward to paint lazy kisses up his neck. "Even if I don't serve him in the ways I serve you."

The double meaning of the word doesn't get lost in translation, evident in the hissy breath Shikamaru lets out. "We have an agreement for a reason," he utters, his body loosening even more despite the fact the head on his shoulders is keeping control. "I don't want your emotions and thoughts getting confused even more. Especially with Lee's constant attention and attempts at buttering you up."

"Lee isn't the man in my tent though," I coo, slowly trailing my hands off his shoulders and across his back, adding pressure to the scratches that have started to heal.

"I am now!" A chirpy voice rings out, shattering the heavy atmosphere that was starting to form. Slowly, Shikamaru and I both turn to look at the opening of my tent, being met with a toothy Lee. "What are you two up to?"

Shika tenses under my touch, sucking in a deep breath before slowly exhaling it. "Clan matters," he answers for us, wanting to keep whatever we are between the two of us until the whole love triangle thing is squared away for good.

"Oh, is everything okay back home?"

"Ya, it's fine. Just a small issue," Shika grumbles, tipping his head backward to gently knock it into mine. "I'm going to go relieve Sensei. Call if you need me."

"I will," I murmur, resting my head against his until he pulls away. Shikamaru takes longer than needed to get up and leave the tent, but I'm not surprised. Lee seems to be the biggest and easiest thing to get him worked up recently.

"Hello," I greet once I'm sure Shika has walked away and that we're alone.

     "Hello," Rock echoes, taking slow and steady steps forward. Once he's no more than a step away, he sinks to the ground, sitting next to me on the floor of the tent. "So... Shikamaru is a little... protective of you."

     "He always has been," I murmur, snatching up the letter left behind. It's technically not a lie. Shika and I have always been close, attached at the hip most of our lives. He knows every inch of me inside and out. The thought mixed with memories of our less-than-appropriate times together makes my skin heat up with the reappearing craving for the Nara Prince.

     "Ya, that's true," Lee whispers, his voice seeming far away even though he's close enough that our knees touch. "Anyway," he chirps, head tipping toward me. "I want to apologize for earlier." I slowly blink as I stare at him, not sure what he thinks he needs to apologize for. "The fight and all," he explains before I can ask, a loose smile hanging on his face.

     "Oh."

     "I should have known you were going to tell Shikamaru and that he was going to be all jump-ity about me until things smooth out between the two of us. Especially after the whole scene at the store and all." Lee's shoulders jump up before falling back down again, a soft shrug to pair with his soft grin. "I'm sorry we got in another fight and that you had to be around for it again. I know how important he is to you."

     "It's not that big of a deal, Lee. Shika will chill out after he's certain I'm over it all."

"Are you over it all?" He asks, the happiness falling from his face and being replaced with the rare seriousness Lee possesses. "I hope you're not over everything."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask, turning my attention away from the letter I've been roughly scanning, focusing my full attention on Lee. Like Shikamaru said, it's just a minor issue with the clan. Some way, shape, or form, someone misplaced a hundred pounds of venison and the Chief wanted to know if -

Before I know it, Lee's lips are pressed against mine, his hand gently cupping the side of my face. My body freezes, not a hundred percent sure what's going on, much less what to do about it. After a few beats, he inches away from me, still close enough that I can feel his soft breaths. The thumb pressed to my cheek rubs soft circles into my skin as his eyes roll over my face, waiting and watching for my reaction.

Dear Lord, it's me again. Are you actively trying to get Shik to murder Team Gai? If so, you're doing an amazing job.

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     "He what?!" Shikamaru yells, pulling the attention of our whole mini campsite to us.

     "It's not that big of a deal," I whisper, eyes flickering around to see if everyone really is staring or if it just feels like that. Eight sets of eyes are on us; it's not the latter.

     I knew Shika wasn't going to take the events of last night well, but I didn't think he'd get this worked up either. He's oozing more hatred than he has the whole trip, everything from his eyebrows down to his chest are pulled tight with tension, dark eyes slit more than usual and seeping into my soul as he looks at me. “I’m going to kill him.”

“No!” I yelp, trying to spring forward fast enough to grab him. I’m not fast enough. Shikamaru’s breakfast is disregarded on the ground, the man standing up and already two steps closer to Lee before I manage to scramble onto my feet. “It really isn’t that big of a deal!” I repeat, racing after him.

My arms wrap around him when I come into contact with him, my feet dragging and digging into the ground to try and stop him or at least slow him down. Neither happens. Shikamaru keeps trudging forward, skin burning and mind twirling with different ways to hurt Lee.

“It is a big deal,” he hisses, eyes locked on the man of the hour. “You asked for space and what does he do? Try to make out with you. I’m giving you space, do you know why? Because it’s not that goddamn hard.”

Neji stands up from his spot next to his best friend, chest puffed out but his usual calmness still in place. “It is too early in the morning for your attitude problem, Shikamaru. Honestly, for the laziest man in our generation, you sure have enough energy for your anger.”

Shika stops for a second, a sharp grin carving onto his lips. “Sit down, Neji, this doesn’t concern you.”

Before the other squad leader can respond, Shik has already thrown up a hand sign, one of his shadows wrapping around Neji’s legs and yanking on him until he falls back into a sitting position. The shadow stays wrapped around the man as I’m dragged forward again, the angry cloud back to his main mission.

“Hello,” his voice comes out dangerously cool, like a sharp end of an icicle. Shikamaru grabs a hold of Lee, balling up his body suit to drag him into a stand.

“Shika, please,” I whisper, tightening my arms around his waist. “This whole jealousy thing isn’t cute. It’s fine, really. Can’t you just leave it be?”

“I’m not jealous,” he utters, his main focus still on Lee who’s trying to fight free from his grasp. It’s a task he’s failing, courtesy of more shadows helping Shikamaru hold him in place. “If you want to be with Lee, fine. As your friend and your future chief, I want you happy first and foremost. I would prefer it to be with me but if it’s not, fine. I won’t force you into my arms or walk away from our friendship if you don’t choose me.”

“What I won’t do is let Lee repeatedly ignore your boundaries. Constantly shoving himself into your life like a goddamn thorn does that. Forcing you into a kiss does that too. That’s not giving you space. That’s forcing you into a situation you don’t want to be in. So, no, I won’t leave it alone.” Shika’s jaw is tight enough that I’m worried it’s going to lock and his knuckles are so white from his grasp that I’m surprised they haven’t popped yet.

“Walk away, Pretty Girl. It’s my job to take care of you, remember? I’m always focused on you.”

I let out a slow and deep exhale, reluctantly unlatching from Shikamaru. Once he’s free, he wastes no time walking away, dragging Lee along with him. Our Senseis fill in my gap, both of the older men racing after him and yelling at him to stop.

Dear Lord, I’m here to ask you again, don’t let Shikamaru kill Lee. Though, I’m pretty sure he’s going too.

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[notmorbid]

yellowjackets, season 2 [pt. 1].

dialogue prompts from the second season of showtime's yellowjackets.

we missed something. i can feel it.

you could start by not acting like everything is normal.

i don't want to talk about the future. i'm all about living in the moment.

it's my decision to be with you. not yours.

if you don't want to talk about the future, maybe we should dig into the past.

looks like we got a crossed wire situation.

the ambience is a heady mix of imminent tragedy and broken dreams.

my memory stinks and my handwriting's worse.

are you okay? what are you thinking right now?

you've never done this before, have you?

i'll make a solid kidnapper out of you yet.

maybe old-fashioned dad shit is my love language.

you can go to sleep if you want to.

false hope is just going to make things worse.

there's no such thing as false hope. there's just hope.

i'm not scared of you. i'm never gonna be scared of you.

this isn't you. it's just something that's happening to you.

this is how you're choosing to say 'i love you' for the first time?

wouldn't want people asking questions, would we?

what if my only way of dealing is to numb myself into oblivion?

everything i thought was real is just a funhouse hall of mirrors.

what's the last thing you remember?

you're not a picture of normalcy yourself.

do i need a lawyer?

you should have reached out to me.

i know there's something you're not telling me.

you look like hammered shit.

serial killers love puzzles. it's a documented fact.

don't you see how much damage you're doing?

i'll never have another friend like you.

i don't even know where you end and i begin.

i'm sorry. and i love you.

you're too smart not to have figured it out.

believe me, if i could relax about anything ever, i promise you i would.

you talked to me. you were looking right at me.

emotions can run high in a place like this.

do you stalk everyone, or am i just lucky?

i liked not feeling like this boring version of me.

i'm not really a joiner.

i just want you to be safe.

you can't blame yourself. we did it together.

i love you, but i think maybe you need to leave.

it's one thing to point a gun at a person. it's another thing to use it.

there's a look people get when they realize they're going to die.

there are worse things than being safe.

why would you do all of that just to meet me?

just because you don't understand something doesn't mean it's evil.

it's pretty rare to have a friend who's relentlessly got your back.

what happened to you is the least interesting thing about you.

even the experts don't know how i survived.

if it works for you, what does it matter?

is there anything else you've lied about that i need to know?

you're not a bad person. you're just a bad criminal.

maybe one day i can talk to you about it, but for now, can that just be enough?

i don't understand why you won't see what's right in front of you.

how the hell are you alive?

i think i thought this was something that it obviously isn't.

you'll talk when you're ready.

i pinky swear i won't tell.

you can talk to me, if it helps.

there's only ever one rule: win.

you don't have to say anything if you don't want to.

i'm not being held against my will. anymore.

do you get how lucky we are?

you're not that good of an actor.

i guess people reassess their choices when they know they're gonna die.

you don't have to be dying to have regrets.

fuck you. don't make me convince you to let me help you.

i can't ask you for your help. i don't want to hurt any more of the people i love.

you should know better than anyone not to define someone based on their past.

what you're looking for is in your head.

i don't need your prayers. i need you to have my back.

for the first time in a really long time, i'm not afraid to fall asleep.

part of me wanted to ruin it.

[riotwritesthings]

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this is so dumb idk, I lost all control please enjoy

Fluttering Yellow and Turquoise

WinterIron - T, 1.8k - Crack, Banter

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Tony blinks his way to consciousness and finds that he’s staring up at the warm glow of sunlight through a thick canopy of leaves.

“Ew,” he says, “why am I in a forest?”

The last thing he remembers is some kind of strange energy surging through the tower, the lights flickering and his hair standing on end, and then-

He woke up here. Tony really wishes he was more surprised.

“It’s always a portal,” he sighs as he climbs to his feet, brushing leaves and twigs from his clothes. “I better not be the only one who got caught up in this bullshit,” he grumbles, looking around.

He’s surrounded by massive trees, thick underbrush, and he doesn’t know nearly enough about plants to have a hope of figuring out where he is. He also doesn’t see anyone else around, and worst of all, the portal just had to scoop him up in the middle of getting dressed. He can already feel all the bugs coming for his bare chest and the countless parasites digging their way into his bare feet. Awesome.

After a couple seconds of mental debate, he decides to hell with the risk and shouts, "Hello?! Anyone else here? Even a rude portal-creator, maybe?"

The only reply is the soft rustle of leaves above him and the drone of insects.

“Rude,” he mutters, “they could have at least been around to pick a fight or something after magicking me here.”

He looks around again, but every direction looks the same, just trees and bushes and more trees. He’ll have to just pick a direction at random if he wants to go looking for… anything. He’s also pretty sure that the general rule is to not move when lost, but does it really count as lost when he’s been transported here against his will? And then just left alone to be eaten by insects?

“Ugh,” he groans as he swats at a bug that’s hovering around the light of the arc reactor, "this is why I hate magic. And anything even magic related, it all sucks."

From above him comes a chuckle, then a pained groan, and Tony whips his head up to find Bucky tangled in vines and dangling from thick tree branches about thirty feet above him.

“Oh hey,” Tony calls in greeting, “the portal got you too?”

“Looks like,” Bucky sighs, then starts to struggle against the vines and only accomplishes making himself swing and sway in place. “Why don’t I get to be on the ground?” He groans as he stills again.

“The portal likes me more I guess,” Tony says with a shrug, then wrinkles his nose and adds, “I’m not actually sure I’m happy about that.”

“Least you didn’ have to fall through th’ canopy,” Bucky grumbles, just loud enough for Tony to hear.

"Ooh, look who knows his forest terms," Tony says and then laughs as Bucky starts struggling uselessly again. “Do you not have a knife to cut yourself free?!”

Bucky stops wiggling to glare at him, and then reluctantly admits, “I don’t have one on me.”

“What?” Tony demands with another laugh, temporarily distracted from his anger at the mysterious portal, “Who even are you?!”

“Ha ha,” Bucky says dryly, “You know Sam won’t let me spar with concealed weapons anymore.”

“We’ve all heard the argument,” Tony says with a roll of his eyes, “One time he breaks his toes kicking you in the boot knife, and he’ll never let it go.” A thought occurs to him and he looks around the thick forest again as he asks, “So you were with Sam when the magic hit? I guess step one is figuring out if anyone else has been personally victimized by teleportation.”

"Step one should be you get up here an’ help me," Bucky says grumpily.

“Bold of you to assume I have a knife,” Tony says, “I don’t even have a shirt.” He swats at the bugs buzzing around his chest again and then starts eyeing the trunks of the trees that Bucky is tangled in, trying to figure out how the hell he’s going to do this.

The thick vines wrapped around everything give him hand-holds at least, so Tony grits his teeth and starts climbing. It’s a slow process, the air is thick with humidity, making everything slick and his bare feet slip off of the vines as he tries to make his way up. He’s pretty sure he can feel Bucky getting more and more impatient, and when Tony pauses to glance up he also feels pretty damn impatient about how little progress he’s made.

“Is this a bad time to mention I’ve never climbed a tree?” Tony asks sheepishly, risking letting go of the vines with one hand so he can wipe sweat from his forehead.

“Nah, seems pretty relevant,” Bucky replies, and it looks a lot like he’s trying to fight down a smile, “fair warning, if you fall I am gonna laugh.”

“Great encouragement,” Tony grumbles and returns his attention to climbing.

He has a couple of close calls, but he doesn’t actually fall to his probable death and manages to make his way up to where Bucky is dangling with minimum embarrassment.

“Wow, you are really tangled in here,” he says once he gets a look at how thoroughly Bucky is wrapped in vines and covered with loose leaves.

“Thanks, I hadn’ noticed,” Bucky says, his voice as dry as the desert, and Tony almost loses his hold when he can’t help but laugh.

“Stop,” Tony says, “this is gonna be the most dangerous part, don’t make me laugh. I might fall, I might cut you instead of the vines, who knows, anything could happen.” As expected, he nearly loses his balance trying to wiggle out the knife that, thank fuck, is still in the front pocket of his jeans, and Tony quickly adjusts his position so he can wrap his legs tightly around a sturdy branch. “Pole dance lessons, don’t fail me now,” he mutters under his breath, but apparently Bucky catches it.

“What?” He asks with a laugh.

“Nothing, you didn’t hear that,” Tony says quickly.

“I definitely did,” Bucky says, still laughing, “how has Rhodes never mentioned that in his ‘embarrassing Tony’ stories?”

"Because I threatened him with death," Tony hisses, “now stop laughing, I have a knife here.”

Bucky just grins at him, giving Tony’s admittedly small pocket knife a pointed look before his eyes go wide. “Is that the knife I gave you?” He asks, the teasing gone from his voice.

Tony looks at the knife thoughtfully even though he knows it is. It’s the only pocket knife he owns, because Bucky had gotten hilariously offended that he didn’t have one and had immediately pulled one out of his packet to all but force it into Tony’s hands.

“Impossible to say for sure,” Tony finally says dismissively, because it's that or admit he’s been carrying it pretty much constantly.

“Thought you weren’t gonna carry it,” Bucky says with a knowing grin that does dangerous things to Tony’s pulse.

“Shut up, I don’t know how it got in my pocket,” Tony grumbles, trying to ignore the heat in his cheeks and pointedly turning his attention to cutting Bucky free. The knife is razor sharp, no doubt Bucky’s doing, and it makes quick work of the vines.

“Get my hands first,” Bucky requests, wiggling the only two fingers that apparently aren’t trapped, “I don’t wanna fall any more.”

“And here I was planning on dropping you right on your pretty face,” Tony sighs, then bites his tongue while Bucky laughs.

With each vine that he cuts through Bucky drops an inch or two, swaying in place, and every time he makes a barely audible sound that Tony is trying really hard not to laugh at. He cuts another vine and Bucky lets out a queasy groan as he drops a little further.

“Don’t throw up,” Tony pleads, and he’s only half joking.

“I do not like this,” Bucky groans and what Tony can see of his face is pale, “I changed my mind, jus’ drop me.”

“Didn’t Sam say you just- jumped out of a plane, once?” Tony has to ask as he starts slicing through the vines a little more haphazardly.

"Yeah, an’ I regretted it, but don‘t tell him that,” Bucky says with a weak huff of laughter, “‘sides, that’s different, a quick fall an’ its over. This is- ugh, jus’ hanging here- if this takes much longer I really might- Fuck!”

A bunch of the vines snap at once with a surprisingly loud sound and Bucky drops further, jerking and swearing loudly. Something catches the branch that Tony is clinging to, and he only has a split second to feel it tip with a deep groan before it breaks and Tony falls too. He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to prepare himself for an abrupt meeting with the ground, but instead he feels familiar metal fingers wrap around his wrist before he comes to a sudden stop.

Tony dares to squint one eye open and finds that he’s still dangling about ten feet off the ground. The branch he was on has landed in a massive bush that Tony is very glad he’s not also in, because the leaves are rustling aggressively with the stirring of countless bugs.

“Do not drop me in the murder hornet nest,” Tony demands as he shoots a quick glance up at Bucky, who’s clinging to another branch with one hand and Tony with the other.

“It might not be anything murderous,” Bucky says, but he doesn’t sound very confident. He does tighten his grip around Tony’s wrist at least, even when Tony jerks with a yelp as an explosion of color bursts out of the bush.

“Don’t let them eat me,” Tony says in a panic, trying to pull himself up and climb Bucky’s arm as wings flutter all around him.

"Then stop moving," Bucky returns as they both swing wildly, and Tony reluctantly does.

“Oh,” he says when he finally stills enough to see the bugs, “it’s butterflies. Butterflies don’t eat people, right?”

“Pretty sure no,” Bucky replies with a snort.

Tony looks up at him again as the butterflies continue to swarm past them in a riot of yellow and turquoise wings, making their way up towards the sunlight. Bucky has a small grin on his face as he watches it, and when he notices Tony watching him he smiles wider.

“Not th’ worst time we’ve ever been victimized by magic, huh?” Bucky asks, and Tony doesn’t think he notices that a butterfly has landed on his head, slowly flapping its wings.

Tony has to swallow his heart back down where it belongs before he can grudgingly admit, “Maybe second worst.”

Bucky laughs, sending the butterfly flying again, and Tony can only smile back.

[pedroshotwifey]

For the NSFW prompts, can you do #25 with Dave and Dieter and GN reader?

Hey, babe! Here it is in all of its filthy glory! I'm not sure what came over me, but I do know what (who) came over them :)

Pairing: Sub!Dieter Bravo x Sub!GN!reader x Dom!Dave York

W/C: 2.4k

Tags/warnings: polyamory, established relationship, dom & sub roles, finger fucking, ass eating, orgasm denial, edging, playful banter/undertones, fluff, smut, healthy relationship, aftercare, blowjobs, deepthroating, facial, cum eating, ball play, mutual masturbation, hair pulling, pet names, degradation (not rly but kinda), one singular spank, one singular barely there face slap, no description of reader other than they have hair (doesn't specify how long), Dee and reader being little shits

Summary: You and Dieter think it's fun to tease Dave, and Dave thinks he should teach you both a lesson for it.

Tease

Dave probably only got home about half an hour ago, but you’re already starting to feel the effect he has on you. You’ve been a bit pent up all day, and you can’t help it anymore. He, you, and Dieter have been cuddling in bed for most of the time he’s been here, you on his left and Dee on his right as you savor his presence in the dark. You’ve had a feeling that Dee’s been just as pent up as you all day, but now you hear him snoring—which is pretty on brand for him. 

The two of you are allowed to mess around while Dave's at work, the only rule being that neither of you are allowed to come without his permission. So, technically, it’s your own fault for starting shit with Dee this morning. But still. You need him for backup right now. How do you just fall asleep after being edged for a solid hour and a half?  

You’re lying so that your back is to Dave’s front, and obviously you can’t resist grinding your ass back into him. You’ve been making subtle adjustments for the last ten minutes or so, feeling him grow harder and harder. 

You hide your smile in the pillow as you push your ass against him again, attempting to play innocent for however long you can. Of course, it doesn’t work. You hear an intake of breath before Dave slides a hand over your hip and growls into your ear. 

“You don’t realize what it does to me when we’re cuddling and you press your ass against me.” 

You put on your best guiltless face and crane your neck to look at him. “What do you mean?” you ask sweetly. He just gives you a pointed look—a warning. 

I mean, you do have to admire his composure thus far. Had it been Dieter, he would probably already be all over you already. As if on cue, you see a bed-messed head rise up behind Dave’s broad shoulders. He looks like he just woke up, which is probably accurate. 

“They can grind it against me if they want,” he offers like he’s doing the two of you a great service, face serious. He’s propped up on his side, and you can tell the exact moment he grinds against Dave’s ass because Dave whips around and shoots him that same glare he gave you a few seconds ago. Dieter just smiles and you have to hold in your laugh, which makes him have to hold in his laugh, which causes the both of you to lose it. 

You both fall back down on either side of Dave, your laughter growing as he looks between the two of you, trying to figure out what the hell is happening. He ends up grumbling something neither of you catch through your fits of giggles. 

“I guess both of you need to be taught a lesson, acting like children,” he says. 

That catches your attention, and the laughter stops almost immediately. You and Dieter catch each other’s eyes yet again, but this time they’re filled with mischief, excitement, and anticipation. 

“Oh no, please don’t do that,” you drawl, very obviously sarcastic. Dave brings his attention back to where you’re now laying on your back looking up at him, and his face could probably be summed up into the ‘listen here, you little shit’ meme. You hear Dee snickering behind him. 

You flash him a wink and he can’t take it anymore. He sits all the way up and starts to get out of bed, going to turn the light on. 

“Both of you,” he tosses over his shoulder. “Get up and strip.” 

He doesn’t have to say it twice. You and Dieter quickly scramble out and start pulling your clothes off as Dave walks back to the bed, only unbuckling his belt. Before he takes a seat on the edge and waits for both of you to finish. As Dieter pulls his pants down, you can’t help but glance at his cock, still hard as it was earlier. 

“Come here, Dieter,” Dave points to the bed beside him, and Dee is quick to follow his instruction. You see him gulp as he climbs onto the bed, sure to be on his best behavior. He knows he’s in trouble when Dave uses his full name. “Hands and knees,” he tells him. Dee gets into position. 

You watch with pleading eyes, waiting to join in on the fun. 

“Get behind him,” he says to you. “I think he wants your sweet tongue in his ass. Don’t you, Dee?” 

You climb onto the bed behind him, taking position as Dee nods frantically. 

“Ask nicely,” Dave demands, settling up behind you and placing a hand on your back. 

“Please eat my ass, I need it,” Dieter begs you, pushing it out more in invitation. 

“Good boy. Go ahead, baby,” he tells you. “Give him what he wants.” 

You quickly surge forward, licking a stripe up his taint and feeling him shiver against you as he lets out a long groan. 

You try your best to ignore the way Dave’s hand starts to creep further down your body, cupping your ass. It goes away for a second, and when his fingers return, they’re covered in what you can assume is his saliva. He trails them down to your hole, not pushing them in but just teasing. You whine against Dieter as you circle his hole, your hips pushing back to try to get Dave inside of you. 

Clearly, that wasn’t a good choice because there’s very quickly a spank against your ass, making you jolt. “Be good,” He reminds you. You nod and finally slip your tongue inside of Dieter, making him moan and his hips thrust forward, his cock swinging in the air. You keep going, working him further by thrusting the muscle in and out as Dave’s fingers come back to your own hole, this time allowing one to slip in about halfway. You keen but do your best to not push back, just keep focusing on Dee, doing what he likes. 

Dieter moans again as you touch that spot he loves so much, and you can tell he’s fighting the urge to touch his aching cock. 

Dave pushes his finger all the way in and you start to tremble with need. You pull your tongue back and start to circle Dieter’s rim again, and this time his hand comes back and threads through your hair, not pulling or pushing, but most likely there to stabilize himself. 

“Mhhp, ‘s so good,” he whines. 

Dave chuckles and you can see him shaking his head out of the corner of your eye. “Desperate things.” 

He’s pumping his finger in and out of you now, and he adds a second as your tongue pushes back into Dieter’s ass. You can feel heat start to lick at the base of your spine and curl up in your belly, and you’re sure that Dee’s probably feeling the same right now. You catch a glimpse of Dave’s other arm moving, and you know he’s palming himself over his slacks. 

Dave’s fingers speed up, and you can feel yourself getting close. Judging by the way Dieter’s whines grow more high pitched and his body starts to shake, he must be getting close, too. 

“D-Dave,” Dieter whimpers. “Please can I come? Pleasepleasepleaseplease.” 

His hips are rocking now, and you place a hand on his thigh to steady him as you increase your efforts. You’re almost there, too. You just need a little more of Dave slamming his fingers deep inside of you, crooking them just right.

You’re about to signal to ask, to fall apart with Dieter, when Dave’s fingers quickly pull out, and then you’re being dragged away from Dee’s ass. 

“No!” you cry as Dave pulls you to him, your building orgasm beginning to fade. Dieter collapses, a groan of defeat leaving his lips. 

Dave laughs, holding you and making you watch as Dee lays in a panting heap on the bed. You look up at him, a million different emotions in your eyes. When you look back to Dieter, you find an expression that probably matches yours watching your Dom as well. 

Dave looks back and forth between you, a smirk playing at his lips. “What? Not funny when I do it?” 

Your jaw just about drops. So that’s what this is. You almost forgot about that. You look at Dieter, who dramatically plants his face into the mattress. 

“Get back up, Dieter, both of you on your knees, now.”

You both slide from the bed, much less enthusiastically than you had gotten on. Dave, the only one still smiling, gets off behind the two of you and walks past where you’ve gotten into position side by side on your knees. 

You both watch him, trying not to drool as he slowly strips out of his clothes and then walks back to you, his hard cock hanging tauntingly in front of you. You can’t take your eyes off of it, the bead of precum at the tip as he firmly grasps it. 

“Well?” 

You and Dee are pulled from your trance, both of you looking up at Dave’s face. “Open your mouths,” he tells you, leaving no room for negotiation—not that either of you would want such a thing. You both obey, opening your jaws and showing your tongues. 

“There we go,” Dave encourages condescendingly. He taps the tip of his cock on your tongues one at a time, giving each you the smallest taste. 

“Okay, here’s how this is going to go. You’re going to touch yourselves while you suck my cock, and if you can come before I do, then go ahead, you don’t have to ask permission.” 

You both perk up at this, tongues still out and waiting. 

“If you can’t though,” Dave continues, something dangerous flickering in his eyes. “Then you’ll just have to wait until I decide you can.” 

You and Dee stay facing him, but your eyes flicker toward each other. You both know that he doesn’t just mean wait hour or a day. He might make you wait a week—more if he feels like it. If you want relief any time soon, it needs to happen now. 

“Well? What are you sluts waiting for?” 

You both surge forward, mouths finding his shaft and sucking once he moves his hand out of the way. He tastes so fucking good—salty and musky. You both moan at the same time, sending vibrations up Dave’s cock and making him groan. 

“Fucking good job,” Dave mutters. Dieter whimpers at the praise, and you feel yourself throb, which is the second you remember you’re allowed to touch yourself. 

You thrust your hand down between your legs, immediately starting to work yourself. Your eyes roll to the back of your head at finally being able to do something about the ache that’s been there all day. There’s a sudden sting on your cheek, and you’re forced to look back up at Dave from where he landed the soft smack. He’s watching you with a piercing gaze, and it sends another spark through you, getting you close to the edge again. 

Keeping up the pace between your thighs as much as you can, you keep your eyes on Dave and lick up his thick shaft, tasting more precum as well as Dee’s drool. Dee moves over enough for you to move your mouth to Dave’s tip, and you take it in, sucking and using your tongue to flick the head of it. With the combination of your impending orgasm and Dave’s husky taste on your tongue, your entire body feels fuzzy and light.

“Oh, shit,” Dave grunts and places his hand on your head, gently pushing you further onto him. Dee moves lower and starts to nip and suck as Dave’s heavy balls. You can hear the furious slapping sound of Dieter getting himself off, see the way his cheeks start to gain more color as he gets closer to the edge. 

Dave starts to thrust into you, your lips stretching around his girth. When he hits the back of your throat, you gag, your eyes filling with tears. It’s almost hard to focus on the intrusion, however, when you have the pleasant, heated sensation swirling in your lower abdomen. You’re almost cross-eyed by the time Dieter comes back up and starts to lick at Dave’s length when you’re pulled off. 

Dave’s panting heavily now, a sure sign that he’s getting close. A surge of panic floods through you, and you move your hand even quicker, whining in relief once you know you’re going to be able to come. You’re so close. You switch with Dee, who now has his moans being choked by Dave’s cock, and start to lick at Dave’s balls. 

The symphony of noises coming from the three of you is loud. The slap of skin on skin where Dee fists his cock, the breathy moans and curses spilling off of Dave’s tongue, the gargles coming from Dee’s throat, the keens from you. 

You all finish at the same time, groans and growls filling the bedroom as you and Dee are tugged back, coming on your hands as your mouths fall open and your eyes close in pure bliss. The pleasure races through you, forcing you back on your haunches even as you keep up your movements to ride out your high. Dave’s salty cum paints your face, and you don’t have to look to know Dee is receiving the same treatment. 

You wait until you’re sure all of you are done before you open your eyes. You all breathe heavily, you and Dee sinking down to your asses and leaning against the side of the bed as Dave crouches down in front of you. He watches both of you, savoring the sight of you both so fucked out and wearing his seed. 

One at a time, he leans forward and kisses your heads. “I’m going to go get some towels and water,” he says, his voice gentle now. Dee nods and scootches close to you, snuggling up even though you’re still on the floor and your bodies are sticky with sweat. You smile, again reminded of how lucky you are to be so close to these two. Dave just shakes his head at the two of you.

“Stay out of trouble while I’m gone,” he jokes. 

Yeah, right. Dieter will probably be falling asleep again in the thirty seconds it’ll take him to get back.

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Hit The Road

Chapter One

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Summary: You are a hunter of supernatural beings who is forced to experience a new reality: being a vampire. The only thing stronger than your thirst for blood is your thirst for revenge.

Author's note: the characters mentioned here were created by Kevin Williamson and Julie Plec, based on the book series of the same name by author L. J. Smith. They don't belong to me. That said, this fanfic will be short. This fanfic may address scenes of violence, inappropriate language and adult content. Minors should not interact with this story.

"A hunter shouldn't act with the heart instead of the head" said the leader of the hunters' clan, which gathers in a different town every six months. On the other hand, they also say that you shouldn't let a vampire take what's yours without a fight. Here you are, lost in a new town, hoping to find the one who took everything from you without even thinking about the consequences. The cursed one with blue eyes and fangs that can pierce even your soul.

You feel the weight of the leader's words as you wander through the new town, determined to find the blue-eyed vampire who took everything from you. Each step you take is laden with the determination to seek justice and reclaim what was lost. As night falls, you prepare for the impending battle, reminding yourself that as a hunter, your courage and determination are your greatest weapons against the shadows lurking in the darkness. You must kill Damon Salvatore at all costs. But you know you're going against your clan's rules. It's like a double-edged sword. You wound and will be wounded. Your clan is against hunting alone. Well, that's not the only reason your clan doesn't want you around anymore.

"Does anyone know where the hell I can find a man with blue eyes and a pretty shitty sense of humor?" You say as you enter a place called Mystic Grill. This small town seems like the type where everyone knows everyone.

"I think you're looking for Damon Salvatore. May I ask what you want with him?" A tall human with blonde hair speaks to me. He looks strangely ordinary.

"Just some personal matters with him. Nothing major." You reply to the tall blonde human, trying to sound casual despite your true intentions running much deeper. He looks at you for a moment, seemingly assessing your answer, before finally stepping away.

"I think he's big enough to take care of himself, but if you want, I can take you to him." What a kind person this is standing in front of you.

"Would you do me this favor?" You say, trying to feign friendliness, although something inside you has changed significantly. That repugnant vampire has changed you and simply left as if it meant nothing.

"Of course, you seem to need to settle something with him. Just need to grab my coat." The stranger picks up his coat from the chair and heads towards his car. It makes sense why the vampires here get along so well. A friendly face, and humans are already willing to help you. The car ride was quick enough that you didn't have to explain much about the reason for being in Mystic Falls.

"A piece of advice, talk to Stefan if you don't get what you want with Damon. Stefan tends to be more reasonable. Maybe even Elena. Right there at that mansion, you'll find what you're looking for." The man who identified himself as Matt during our journey became increasingly helpful to you.

"I appreciate the advice, and in return, I'll tell you, you should stop being so kind. People in general don't deserve that much kindness, especially people who stopped being human a while ago." You say as you look deeply into his eyes. If he doesn't take vervain, he'll probably take this advice to heart. He looks confused, but you're already in front of a mansion. I guess you've reached your destination. You grab the backpack you brought with you and bid farewell to the human.

You knock once, and there's no answer. How irritating it is to wait for someone to grant you entry. You knock again, still no response. How frustrating. You decide to try once more, knocking on the door with a bit more force. It's when you hear footsteps behind you.

"Can I help you?" Says a man behind you. He's so close that you end up attacking him. He's definitely not human, but he's not Damon either. He falls to the ground, unfazed due to his supernatural nature. I bet he's a vampire. Perhaps he's the reasonable one Matt was talking about.

"I'm sorry, I'm not used to being caught off guard. Need a hand getting up?" You say, reaching out to the stranger who is still on the ground.

"You almost offend me by offering help, but thank you for the consideration. If you don't mind, I'll savor my humiliation a little longer." He replies.

"Is it humiliation because I brought you down, or because you're still on the ground?" You don't want to gloat over other people's misfortunes, but you end up smiling.

"Humiliation because I was brought down, of course." He retorts with a hint of sarcasm.

"Don't feel bad, it happens to the best of us. I heard the more recent the transformation, the more ruthless you become. Or maybe not. Are you sure you don't want help?" You say as you watch him slowly get up. You can bet he hasn't fed in a while.

"You couldn't have come here just to make me fall at your feet, what brought you here?" He says looking at you, it seems like he doesn't find it strange that I talk about vampirism so casually.

"Indeed, it was a man named Matt, but my goal here is to reunite with an old friend." You say as you intertwine your arms in front of your body. He seems to understand.

"What did Damon do this time?" He asks, as if he's already accustomed to seeing people looking for that idiot.

"I hope you won't be upset by what I'm about to do; it's nothing personal. I just need to get his attention and then I'll leave. Once I take from him what he took from me." You say as you take the stake from your backpack and drive it into the man in front of you. There's a bit of vervain on the tip of the stake, enough to incapacitate the vampire before you, but not to kill him. That's why you don't aim for his heart. I'll make Damon come to me no matter what it takes. Get ready, Salvatore. You've messed with the wrong hunter.

[grumpycurbur]

i'm just gonna leave this here... CW!!!!! my advice is unfollow/block me if any of the following upsets u, i'll know there's no mind changing that can happen...

At this point… i don't fucking care anymore… I REALLY FUCKING DON'T! Times HAVE Changed…

i've been on here for a few years, but i felt like i wasn't allowed to express how I REALLY WANTED TO FEEL about alot of things because i know i wouldn't be on here if i did. so i'll put it here…

I don't think drag queens should be representing stuff meant for CHILDREN!(like Care Bears and "drag queen story hour") I don't think LGBTQ+ should be persistently and insistently pushed/inserted onto content that's always originally been meant for CHILDREN!!!(Like CARE BEARS!(and it's not just care bears btw believe it or not)) Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender, Queer; What the fuck do you think that stands for?????

You can't look at me with a straight face and tell me, "trans lives matter" WHEN I DO KNOW MINORS ACROSS THE WORLD ARE GENUINELY SUFFERING FROM GENDER DYSPHORIA!(individuals confused about their "gender identity") it's messed up. IT REALLY IS! Sadly alot of people have been manipulated to genuinely believe that if they're born a man (parts n all), they're REALLY A WOMAN because their "feelings" told them so… ("pronouns" play a part in it) There are generally 2 sides to arguments like this where people say "think about the children"… I don't think YOU KNOW what that means…

it means let kids be kids!!!

it means no matter how subtly you try to phrase it, you PROTECT the INNOCENCE of children's content, not give corporations (even if they DON'T pay attention), ideas how to present certain characters i.e. Superstar Bear is Non-Binary, or Funshine is Transgender (it was a marketing decision back in the early 2000's, i doubt they ACTUALLY sat in an office room and explicitly pushed this idea that Funshine IS IN FACT transgender). (YOU'RE ALLOWED TO THINK WHAT YOU WANT TO THINK BUT PEOPLE SHOULDN'T HAVE TO BE EXPOSED TO IT AND END UP HAVING TO THINK ABOUT IT). Wouldn't you THINK if MINORS are on the internet in general, they PROBABLY shouldn't see "nsfw" themes and ideas unless they're ACTIVELY searching for it? "shudders" i don't care, LGBTQ+ is OVERALL "sexual identification", IT'S NSFW, stop fucking lying about it and trying to distance it from what it ACTUALLY IS with what YOU WANT IT TO BE!

Do i think EVERYONE who's pro-LGBTQ+ is bad??? (Drag is part of it too, please don't lie…)

FUCK. NO!!!!!

i'm aware of "Gays Against Groomers", and respect what they're trying to do, which is to prevent the "inappropriate grooming" of underaged individuals while also being part of the LGBTQ community and embracing their "pride"!

I just think people have been psychologically scarred by the rhetoric that's been pushed and are in many ways mentally destroyed by it and in need of some SERIOUS HELP!

Some might say "get a therapist"; I say, FIND A CONSERVATIVE THERAPIST! Someone who "morally knows" right from wrong. (i know you'll probably think this, but religion is part of all cultures wether you like it or not; rolling your eyes to the back of your head don't help.)

i wish people were more aware of how fucked up WE, as humans, have truly become, but i guess collectively we may never understand what that means and it's a damn shame…

just because you were told as a kid, "you can do whatever you want as an adult and be whatever you want to be", doesn't mean that there is absolutely NO rules, standards OR morals you have to follow.

FIND GOD! FIND SOMEBODY!! JUST…SOMETHING!!!

I GET IT, PEOPLE DON'T WANT TO HEAR "THE OTHER SIDE OF THE STORY" AND CARE SO LITTLE TO WANT TO HEAR IT THAT THEY JUST, don't. maybe it's time to look in the mirror and start to consider the possibility that, maybe, we are all PART OF "THE PROBLEM"… (personal thoughts be damned to hell)

"The Problem", in that, so many people are becoming more and more of an ever-growing, degenerative culture/society that cares SO MUCH about ourselves on an individual basis, that you don't realize that in the end, you don't CARE ABOUT YOURSELVES AT ALL, OR THE FUTURE, OR ANY THING!!! You wanna do/believe things that's odd/weird to others??? Go the fuck right on ahead, BE YOU! Just don't remind the rest of us, unless we (on an individual basis) are curious about it ourselves. sorry if this all sounded "transphobic", idk what else to tell you, it's my opinion, i believe in "free speech", sorry if you don't.

[sarroora]

Hey sorry to bug you but uhhh things aren't looking too hot in the good ol US of A right now because Mr. Overcooked Rump Roast is expected to win and basically has already

In my current situation I should be safe for a while but a lot of the people I know won't be

I'm hoping that whatever dumpster bonfire is going on over here doesn't affect Egypt too bad but shit damn I also thought that Kamala would win but look how that turned out, heh.

(You don't have to respond I just wanted to give you an update and some prayers ❤️🙏)

Hey dear ❤️ - no, please do, I too NEED to reach out and talk to people.

Like I only have a surface level understanding of how elections in the US work, but I know that the system is bullcrap. And yes, Trump’s a psycho so please protect yourself. The very idea that not every vote has the same weight at the end of the day is steeped in racism and classism but nothing surprises me anymore.

Really, if there’s anything the Zionist-American genocide against Palestine confirmed in clear light is how evil of a lie ‘western democracy and morality’ is. Like - the rest of the world already knew it for centuries (most of us endured long histories of abuse and settler colonialism since the Romans, after all) but now even people living in the west have their eyes open and no longer fall for the lies and propaganda. But it feels awful to be associated with what our govs are doing when we had NO choice in the matter.

GOD don’t get me started on Egypt - did you know that our complacent ‘leadership’ has allowed a ship carrying weapons to IsnotReal through our waters? People went nuts. Everyone is in a rage and feels humiliated that this happened.

Like here’s a short vid taken by a woman that went viral and even made it to foreign news channels. You may not understand what’s being said in the vid, but the people are aghast, and you can hear rage and panic and profanity all around. The lady recording could only keep repeating in utter disbelief, “you sons of bitches.” (Referring to our president and posse)

Yeah. Things are going to hell here overall. We as civilians are literally held hostage by a draconian military regime that’s throwing everybody in prison on one hand - including minors - and robbing people blind with unexplained ‘taxes’ and insane inflation on the other. The middle class is crushed. No economical reform and no jobs. And people go to prison for objecting - kidnapped by the police in the middle of the night and thrown in secret prisons across the country where their own families can’t find them.

The currency rate to the USD right now here is 1 USD to 50 Egyptian Pounds. FIFTY.

And it’s projected to reach 80 by the end of the 2024. EIGHTY. In less than 2 months. Shifting the blame onto anything else but the consequences of their own decision-making. All while the president and ruling class (military generals) are becoming wealthy and sit above the law. The justice system is in their pockets.

And guess what, Trump loves our guy. Why wouldn’t he, I wouldn’t put it past him that he do anything - even sell his own country and its people and the people next door in Palestine if Trump asked him to. And I’m sure Trump’s gonna push for Palestinians to be expelled from their land and settle in Egypt (which is another country Isnotreal is VERY interested in occupying next, btw) thus helping the Zionists fully take over what remains of Palestine and expand into Greater Isnotreal.

These freaks are insane, istG.

Correct me if I’m wrong, but from what I heard of Harris, it’s not like she was gonna be much better than Trump. Just perhaps a little sneakier. US has treated Isnotreal as its 51st state for decades, it’s not like the politics of the country will change with her. Congress deals with Isnotreal as if it’s more important than America itself. Who’s given the title of ‘president’ doesn’t matter.

Until the US political system is completely changed and the settler colony that is Insnotreal is wiped off the map, we’re all gonna do what’s right in whatever small ways we can and be each other’s backs, even if we live on different continents ❤️.

[ink-flavored]

Song Pic Saying Tag Game

Thank you to @vacantgodling for tagging me!

Rules: Pick an OC and post a song you relate to them, an image that represents them in some way (aesthetic, picrew, art, etc), and a quote of dialogue or narration from them. Totally feel free to expand and explain!

This got long so I'll do the tagging right up front: @duelistkingdom @liv-is @hallwriteblr @mjjune @zeenimf and anyone else who wants to!

I have the perfect combo for this in the form of Justice, everyone's favorite emotionally conflicted angel

Song

For non-Spotify users, here is a Youtube link to Songbirds by Ben Thornewill, and just the lyrics if you don't feel like listening to audio.

I picked this song for Justice because throughout the story he struggles with his perfectionism, a sort of "holy imposter syndrome" (i.e. not being good enough of an angel), and a crisis of faith once Heaven has made clear he's no longer welcome. He's still loyal to God, he wants to continue being an angel and do what he's been created for (serving humanity and being a literal embodiment of justice), but now he's been told he doesn't belong. And on Earth, he's the "songbird in the city air" as mentioned in the song. He feels like he's never going to "make it" -- never be good enough to get in Heaven's good graces again. He has a stubborn sense of morality and refuses to compromise on his ideals, which is exactly the thing they rejected in him. He starts to realize... maybe they were right. He doesn't belong. Obviously that's a bit of a downer for him.

When it comes to "playing the part," he still acts the part of an angel even though he's as close to being a fallen angel as he can be while keeping his wings attached. Being able to literal sense human pain and suffering, he is programmed by God to help every person on the street no matter what. And despite doing this, he doesn't really get the sense he's actually materially helping, at all. No matter how many problems he solves, there's never a dip in the grand scheme of things. He cares so deeply that it hurts, and despite his estrangement from Heaven, he's more than willing to bend over backwards for humanity, doing whatever anyone needs. To his own detriment, sometimes.

In a way, he doesn't really belong anywhere anymore. Not in Heaven, not in Hell, not on Earth. He's in a perfect in-between, everywhere he goes. Like a bird in the city.

Pic

This art was a commission from @auroblaze and also directly inspired by the song above!

We can get the obvious symbolism out of the way right now - Justice, large wings, sitting and watching some birds, who are flying merrily into the sky. Free to go wherever they please, while Justice can't. He's kept all the holy signifiers, his wings and halo, but is unable to use them the way he wants to. He's up high, closer to Heaven, but will never be able to reach as high as the birds can.

Also please take note of the grandma sweater. That has nothing to do with this symbolism, but it is a very important part of his character.

Saying

Okay so. Most of these thoughts are in my head instead of on the page, but there is ONE I can use.

Context: Justice invites Pride to a church event and when they get home, they have this conversation.

“I know, I guess I…” Justice leaned against the wall, brow furrowed. “I was trying to prove something to myself.” “Like what?” He didn’t answer right away, picking at his nails. “I know you don’t want a relationship with God,” he said, slow and deliberate, “and that’s fine. I would never ask you to. But I don’t think that means you have to be abandoned by me—by us. We can still get along, we don’t have to be separate to coexist. Does that make sense?”

Justice is both trying to prove to himself that Pride's demon status doesn't preclude him being able to hang out with humans (and at least one angel) in a civil way, and in turn that the eternally suffering that God prescribes for sinners to be illegitimate. Justice, deeply faithful even after being thrown out by Heaven, feels like it's wrong for him to be cast out, but for his many thousands of years of life, he's been told demons deserve it. If that's wrong too... maybe all of it's wrong.

And also he invited Pride because Justice liiiiikes himmmmmm~~~~